Elara lifted her cold iron shackles. “To lock you in them.”
The outer gates recognized her instantly. The onyx carvings shifted, their frozen moans becoming soft invitations. “Come closer, little hunter,” breathed a voice like melted chocolate. “We have warmth for your cold bones.” succubus stronghold seduction
But this story is not about those who fell. It is about Elara Vane, a witch-hunter of uncommon temperament. Elara had no lover, no craving for power, no secret hunger for touch. Her heart was a locked room, and she had thrown away the key after watching a succubus drain her younger brother’s soul twenty years before. She came to the Spire with cold iron shackles, a vial of holy water, and a mind sealed against every whisper. Elara lifted her cold iron shackles