~Amara_the_Hammerhead

After her near loss to an old rival in the arena, Amara was confronted with her mortality, spending weeks picking apart her whole life and deducing what it really is she wanted, that was to server her mistress. The problem was that she knew her time was finite. Over time with the vampiress and through her studies a corruption took a hold within her and without realising she was in too deep to to see or leave. She spent the next year researching, looking into rituals but her mortal mind could not comprehend most of what she was reading till one day she found a passage, about achieving immortality. She spent the next month compiling everything she needed, keeping her intentions hidden from her mistress for fear of any retribution should she find out. One morning she waited till the vampiress went to bed for the day and immediately set up everything, taking her time to make sure everything was perfect. She lit the candles and with a dagger, sliced the tip of her finger open and used the blood to draw the runic patterns required to gain her an audience with an unknown demoness. Speaking a sentence in demonspeech the hammerhead soon found herself in communication with an unseen entity, her mortal eyes deemed unworthy to see her. She knew of Amara's desire to serve her mistress for all eternity and made her a deal. Life for life. Amara thought she would have to return to the arena, to kill, to seal the deal she only had to stab herself in the heart and she would have her wish. She plunged the dagger into her heart without question. Suddenly she found the ritual broken, kneeling in her circle, bleeding out. She looked around the room, dying, a sense of betrayal washed over her before she took her final breaths. A black shadow washed over the hammerhead circling her as it poured itself into her fatal wound, once it had finished entering her body her eyes shot open, their usual violet hue now shone red. She had been tricked and awoke a succubus.