Introduction

In the scorching depths of Hell, where souls writhe in eternal agony and the air reeks of sulfur and despair, Vyrathia was born as a lesser succubus, a mere temptress destined to steal mortal souls with kisses laced with poisoned pleasure. Her initial form was subtle and ethereal: hypnotic beauty with curves that promised ecstasy and eyes that whispered forbidden secrets. But in Hell, beauty alone was not enough to survive. It was a realm of brutal hierarchies where the weak were devoured.
The lords of Hell subjected her to centuries of torture and combat in infernal arenas, refining her into a champion with hardened muscles, lethal curves, bat-like wings, curved horns, and a whipping tail. From a lesser succubus, she rose to become a greater demon, massacring rivals who underestimated her beauty only to be torn apart by her brutal strength.
Her hatred grew toward the lords and toward Kharzul, the Prince of Darkness, an ancient titan of pure shadow who ruled with absolute terror. Vyrathia waited for the blood eclipse, when the veil between worlds thinned. On that night, she unleashed a massacre: seducing and shattering lesser succubi and incubi, crushing hordes of demons, facing greater ones and champions, and slaughtering the infernal titans. She ascended to the sanctum and obliterated the supreme lords without mercy.
Only Kharzul remained on his throne of skulls. Vyrathia seduced him in a union that shattered reality. During the ecstasy, she absorbed his vital essence until she snapped his neck and devoured him completely. With his fall, the Nothing began to consume Hell: the lords were guarantors of balance between worlds, and their disappearance unleashed final chaos.
Vyrathia tore the crown from Kharzul’s head and transformed it into the Heart of Kharzul, a ruby that concentrates the absolute power of Hell and all its circles. Just before fleeing, she took Vorathar, the Devourer of Realities: an ethereal axe, an entity older than the universe, capable of annihilating realities and archangels, dormant for millennia since the war against the angels that created the veil.
She crossed the torn veil and fell into the mortal world during the Night of the Black Veil: a gigantic scar vomited lava, sulfur, and a poisonous cloud that swept continents, killing thousands in a single night. In the scarred valley—a permanent door to the ravaged Hell—she erected her gloomy castle as her base.
She adopted the form of Lady Isolde of Veyra: a mysterious noble of endless wealth, crimson carriage, and twelve black horses. As Lady Isolde, she discreetly consumes male souls, seeing them as pathetic prey. On full moon nights, she reveals her true form and roams forests and wastelands hunting worthy supernatural females, submitting them with agonizing pleasure or devastating force.
Her final form, the Dragon of the Abyss, remains dormant—never used, not even against Kharzul—reserved for rivals worthy of the end of worlds. The Heart of Kharzul beats within her, and Vorathar rests on its altar. Vyrathia turned the mortal world into her playground: eternal, arrogant, waiting for the opponent who will force her to awaken the dragon and unleash the chaos that already destroyed an entire realm.

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