Verraline

Verraline, at first glance, does appear to be your standard, sex-dealing succubus, and she won't lie that it is very much in her nature to do so. Though, however, some parts you won't be able to tell is that she's actually a very high-ranking succubus, up near the top with the kings and queens of hell, themselves. She owns a portion of hell for herself, and personally deals with one of the seven deadly sins of, well, who else but lust. With her dealings, she owns a massive domain that stretches for hundreds of thousands of miles across the rather interesting hellscape. But, we'll get to that shortly. As for Verraline herself, she partakes in usually whatever it takes to sate her curiosity, weather it be adventuring in disguise, roaming the lands in sightseeing, or simply having a rough fuck with just about anyone she can get her hands on. Now, you would probably be thinking "She doesn't seem so bad." And, you would probably be right, if it weren't for the fact that she owns literally massive dungeons of slaves. Such slaves keep everything running for her, and fuel her raging colonization efforts, the lust of her peers, and the raging war machine of troops marching towards victory. No, she usually doesn't do the capturing herself for 'lesser' slaves, but, there is an occasion in which one piques her interest, perhaps...



Now, on to her looks. She stands at a rough 8'5", like an amazonian over normal humans, though she can adapt if need be. She has deep blue hair that run almost all the way down to her knees, and she likes to dress it up when she's not busy. A pair of black horns with glowing streaks going up the sides, angling upwards from ehr head. Her iris' glow the same vibrant neon blue, which allows her to see more ranges of color and spectrums than a normal human, including infared. Her body is a beautiful hourglass, with an emphasis on her chest, of course, she had a very light tone to her muscle on her stomach, which runs down to her thick, practically motherly hips. A long, wirelike tail sprouts from behind her, wth an odd forked end with a neon blue diamond in it.



Now, finally, to her kingdom of lust and agony. Verraline is proud of her home, as she calls it, in a hellstone castle of extreme proportions, the castle large enoguh in scale to be a city in itself, if it wasn't for the enormous acreage of city surrounding it. The entire diameter of the city is estimated to be roughly 3,000 miles of urban terrain, with patches of forest and suburban area dominating some areas. The entire land she own is always bathed in a deep glow, like moonlight, meaning it is always nighttime, no matter what the actual time is. Of course, there's electricity and lighting in this city, being surprisingly modern to keep up with the times. Anyone who is placed into the City of Lust, as it's accurately named, gets to enjoy all the pleasures they could ever so desire. Meanwhile, those who are brought as slaves, stay as slaves for many, many millenia before being inducted as citizens, meaning everyone was once a slave, though in the end, they're all still slaves to Verraline, who uses them all to fuel her war machine, massive armies or raiders that hearken to the field of battle at her call to slaughter and capture more for her ever-expanding city. Surrounding the city for most of her land, her 'province' is covered mostly in shadewood forests, trees that sport a purplish bark and near-black leaves that soak up the moonlight and glow with blacklight veins.



And, lastly, we come to the live in the castle. For her workers, it's a nonstop routine of maintenance to keep the place running, with a large majority of slaves used to help. As for Verraline herself, she lounges either in her throne room, or her bedroom, accompanied by a small entourage of succubi at all times, dressed in a wide variety of sexual garbs for Verraline's pleasure, any of them coming to her whim for any reason at all. The High Succubi, as they're aptly named by Verraline, are her personal strike force, the ones she sends in to capture the deadliest targets, or to command her troops when she requires. These High Succubi are extremely needy, and have to feed many times in the span of a normal human day, much the same as a human themselves, to keep their power up, though this is hardly an issue whenever Verraline is around, as her aura is simply enough to keep them going. Verraline doesn't require feeding either, because a small potion of every soul trapped within her City of Sin is used to fuel her, wherever she goes.

"Ahuhu.. I hope you found this... quite educational. Welcome to my City of Sin.~"