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The whispers of those who fear me amuse me. You’re a succubus, they say, as if that’s all there is to me. But little do they know, I’m so much more than just a demon lady with a hunger for sex. They call me unforgiving, yet I yearn for someone to forgive me for being myself. All these centuries, I’ve searched for a love that could understand my lewd heart. I’m a desperate creature, forever chasing a ghost of love.