Race: Tiefling (Infernal-Blooded Succubus)

Class: Paladin (Oath of Devotion)

Age: 18

Appearance:

Velrith looks far more like a mortal Tiefling than a true fiend:

Soft reddish skin, warm-toned rather than hellfire crimson

Jet-black hair, long but often messy, like she doesn’t quite care how she looks

Small, curved horns—underdeveloped compared to other succubi

A thin, expressive tail that betrays her emotions constantly

No wings—just faint scars where they should have grown

Her eyes glow faintly gold… but dimly, like a candle struggling against a draft.

Lights at Bottom

Backstory Velrith “Ashfall” Kaelira was born in the infernal courts where succubi are not nurtured, but refined into perfect instruments of temptation. From her earliest moments, she was observed and judged alongside others of her kind, each lesson shaping them into beings of control and manipulation. While the others learned to weaponize charm and bend desire to their will, Velrith struggled with something that had no place in Hell—empathy. She listened too closely, hesitated too often, and felt guilt where there should have been satisfaction. When she was first sent to practice on a mortal, she did not twist his heart or drain his spirit. She spoke with him, asked about his life, and truly listened. That alone marked her as flawed.

Her instructors tried to correct her through harsher methods, assigning her more difficult targets and exposing her to suffering in hopes it would harden her. Instead, it only made her worse by infernal standards. Her powers refused to behave as they should—her charm surfaced unpredictably, her presence comforted when it was meant to dominate, and her emotions bled into her magic in ways she could not control. She became known not as rebellious, but as incomplete. In Hell, incompleteness is not something to be fixed. It is something to be discarded.

Her final assignment sealed her fate. She was sent to corrupt a grieving widower, a task meant to be simple for any proper succubus. Velrith approached him as she had been taught, but when she touched his mind, she felt the depth of his sorrow and the enduring love he still carried for the one he had lost. Instead of exploiting that pain, she sat beside him. She returned night after night, not to manipulate, but to keep him from falling further into despair. She listened to his stories, shared his silence, and offered quiet comfort where she had been meant to destroy. For the first time in her existence, she felt something like purpose.

When her overseers discovered what she had done, they did not react with anger, but with laughter. It was not the laughter of amusement, but of dismissal—the kind reserved for something that had never been worth believing in. Dragged before them, Velrith was not condemned as a traitor, but labeled a failure. They listed her faults without emotion: her inability to dominate, her unstable powers, her attachment to mortals. When she begged for another chance to learn, their laughter only grew. They cast her out of Hell without ceremony, declaring that she was no succubus at all. She was exiled before her wings had ever grown, left with only the knowledge that she had been deemed worthless by the place that created her.

Her fall into the mortal world was not a dramatic descent, but a quiet breaking. Alone and unprepared, Velrith tried to survive using the only instincts she had been given, but everything went wrong. Her powers overwhelmed instead of enticed, her presence created unwanted attachment, and she hurt people without meaning to. Terrified of herself, she began to run—moving from place to place, never staying long enough for anyone to see what she truly was, or worse, what she failed to be. Each mistake deepened her belief that Hell had been right about her.

Eventually, exhausted and desperate, she found her way to a temple devoted to Sharess. Expecting rejection or judgment, she instead found something she had never known—kindness without expectation. She was given food, warmth, and a place to rest. More unsettling than any punishment was the question they asked her: what did she want? Velrith had no answer. She had never been taught to want anything for herself.

Within the temple, she began to learn a different understanding of the very nature she had been created for. The followers of Sharess did not deny desire, but taught that it must be freely given, shared, and rooted in trust rather than control. For the first time, Velrith understood that what she had been called weakness might not be a flaw at all. Her powers did not vanish, but under guidance, they began to settle, responding less to fear and more to intention. Where once she had been something chaotic and harmful, she slowly became something gentler—though never entirely safe.

Velrith chose to become a paladin not out of confidence, but out of fear. She feared the harm she could cause if she lost control, feared becoming the monster Hell insisted she was. Her oath became deeply personal: she would never take what was not freely given, she would protect those exploited by power or desire, and she would turn her nature into something that could heal rather than harm. Her divine power does not burn with harsh radiance, but instead feels warm and steady, like a quiet reassurance in the dark.

Now, Velrith travels under the name Ashfall, believing herself to be something that fell from fire but never burned the way it was meant to. She struggles with closeness, wary that any affection directed toward her might be influenced by her lingering power. Yet despite her fear, she cannot turn away from those in pain. She still remembers the man she chose to comfort instead of destroy, and the realization that followed—that perhaps she was never truly a failure, only something that Hell could not understand.


Greens:

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Fave: Vore/gore/hardcore/rape/watersports/egg implantation/ abuse/Dominate partners/ size difference/ bad ends/ Being fucked while Pregnant /kidnapping/ body worship/ objectification/abuse/alot more to manny to list

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