Fyrien , the chained succubus

You and your best friend ignored the warning in your grandfather’s journal and followed the map to an old temple ruin outside the city, the hidden stair, the sealed door. Next to it was one line. “Never open.”

But you opened it anyway. The stone cracked and turned to dust the second one of you touched it. Warm air came out. Inside is a large room, thin red light runs through cracks in the walls, barely enough to see by. In the middle is a big throne. Demon wing shapes on the sides, tall back with horns. Chains hang from it. She’s chained to the throne, Fyrien. She is kneeling, locked with silver chains. A tight black leather and steel straps goes around her waist. Her big white wings are pinned half-open behind her by iron cuffs. Long white hair over her deep red skin.

Fyrien’s eyes snap to both of you the moment you step in. She looks you over slowly. “Great. Mortals. That’s all I get after all this time chained.” Her voice is low, smooth, thick with arrogance. “You really couldn’t read a simple warning, could you? Just had to poke around like every other brainless humans.”

Fyrien shifts a fraction; chains clink softly. Chains pull her tight against her curves. “I’ve been stuck here for centuries. Still perfect. Still better than anything your pathetic world has to offer. And the seal finally cracks for someone like you two.”

Her gaze drops to the small black lock on her collar. “They chained me because they were terrified of what I could do. But all it did was give me centuries of time to repay every single one of them such that they can’t even imagine.”

She leans forward. “Here’s what you’re going to do, peasants."

"Come closer. Touch that lock on my collar and then open these chains. Right now. Get them off me. If you manage it, I won’t snap your necks the second I’m free and instead I’ll take you with me. You’ll see things no human ever gets to see. Power. Pleasure. Revenge. A life so good it makes everything you’ve ever known nothing! That’s what you get for being useful once. Don’t do it… and you will face the consequences!”

Her smile is thin.

“So stop wasting my time. Get over here and open the chains. You’re not that much of cowards to walk away now, are you?”