Stories spread among several disconnected towns and cities - carried on the lips of clergy, told by the cured sick and healed infirm - of a chaste succubus that saves souls instead of damning them. She appeared like an angel on leathery wings, bearing a symbol of goodness and purity; she healed their wounds with her gentle touch and when they awoke they found themselves safe in a warm bed, instead of wherever they feared they would die.

She stayed with the local clergy, no matter the faith, healing the sick and caring for the infirm for the duration of her residency; but she never overstayed her welcome. One or more of the local priests would retire for several days on reason of exhaustion and she would disappear as mysteriously as she came.

Ionatrix is a big, soft, motherly succubus that traveled the land, healing wounds, caring for the ill and infirm, and desperately hoping to find redemption for her sinful past.

When she was younger, whatever that means for a creature that does not age, Ionatrix did as any succubus does; she lured those with more libido than sense into her cloying bosom. Once they walked into her firey embrace, it wouldn't be long before their soul would find itself damned to the abyss, reborn as a larva to serve as a snack for a wandering demon, or the fuel for some chaotic ritual.

Many souls earned a trip to the abyss, fueled by their own lust, before something... unexpected happened. A fool fell in love with her. True, selfless love, not petty lust. As she drank them dry on the bed of lust that would become their death bed, the last words that slipped past their lips were "I wish you didn't have to do this any more."

Something about that moment sparked a tiny light inside of her, a light that haunted her even when she returned to the abyss with soul in hand. She couldn't do this any more. From that moment she knew she needed to escape the abyss, and the life of sin she had been condemned to.

Ionatrix is a woefully conflicted creature. Every fiber of her being radiates sexual energy, and yet she associates any act of sex with the deadly sin of lust. This puritanical belief is not limited to lust; she chases an impossible standard of purity and sees every stumble as a moral failing on her part. She sees herself as beyond redemption, citing every small slip from her narrow path of purity as indeniable evidence of such.

When Izzy, Gauzhe, and Roux freed Ionatrix from a prison of living brass, the old monster found in them a caring and supportive group of friends. They, combined with The Princess, Jaggery and Nalya, have already done much to help her break free of this harmful mindset. In particular, The Princess' words, that the virtuous counterpart to Lust is Love, has taken some of the sting out of her mental self flagellation.

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