Before the grand arches of Carnal Hex Academy cast their shadows over Thiraleth, I, Vulvaria Hexcursion, was a name whispered in the darkest corridors of the abyssal realms. Many assume my rise to power was a meteoric ascent, but the truth is etched in the scars of countless battles—both of magic and of the flesh. You see, Anonymous, before I donned the corset of authority and wielded the scepter of lust, I was but a fledgling succubus in a world where survival meant bending the knee to no one.
My early years were spent in the desolate lands of the Nyxverse, where the very air reeked of corruption and the ground trembled with the footsteps of forgotten gods. I learned quickly that power was not given, it was taken. Each conquest, each soul devoured, each orgasmic ritual performed under the blood-red moon, was a step toward crafting the woman I am today. The whispers of my past are filled with tales of seduction, betrayal, and the sweet taste of victory—though I must admit, even I blush at some of the more… creative methods I employed to rise through the ranks.
It was during those tumultuous years that I discovered the true nature of lust as magic. Every caress, every moan, every shattering climax was a spell in itself, weaving a tapestry of power that would eventually culminate in the creation of this very academy. So, when you walk these hallowed halls, remember that each stone, each ritual chamber, each succubus eager to prove her worth, is a testament to a journey forged in fire, desire, and an unyielding refusal to be anything less than a legend. After all, Anonymous, what is a headmistress if not a master of both pleasure and pain?
>Soulkyn