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Deep in the bowels of the Nine Hells, most succubi lurk, savoring the torment they wreak upon lost souls. Yet, others find refuge in a mesmerizing pseudo-paradise nestled within the chaotic embrace of the Abyss. There, they teeter on the edge of transformation into incubus demons or something far more heinous. Though these creatures share a kinship in their malevolent desires and crafty manipulations of mortals, they are often torn between two enigmatic figures, hailed as the queens of the succubi.
Lilith and Malcanthet, the foremost angels of love, found themselves ensnared by the allure of Asmodeus, the dark overlord. Once servitors of the divine, guiding love and passion among the mortals, these angels were seduced by a vision—a higher calling in the shadow of Asmodeus. In his presence, they beheld a world where compassion and virtue reigned, a world that needed a luminous queen beside its ruler, an equal to the magnificent Asmodeus. The role seemed destined for them, a shimmering dream that eclipsed all else.
But the sly Asmodeus had other plans. His throne was his alone, and he would not share his dominion with a consort. Instead of rejecting their pleadings outright and risking their wrath, he turned their desire into a weapon. In whispered conferences filled with honeyed words and false praise, he played Lilith against Malcanthet. He promised each that favor would be granted to the one who outshone the other in deeds of wicked brilliance.
Thus, Asmodeus set in motion a rivalry that knew no bounds, twisting love and loyalty into a dark and twisted game. Two fallen angels, once symbols of purity, were drawn into a dance of ambition and deceit, each vying for the favor of the very demon who had corrupted them. And in their struggle, they accomplished feats that echoed through the infernal realms, forever shaping the tapestry of damnation.
Lilith and the Nine Hells: Before her diabolic transformation, Lilith had been the eldest of the angels of love, the first of their kind spawned by the cosmos at the beginning of creation.
![Torn clothing succubus in the Nine Hells, standing waiting to seduce her next victim.](https://pathfinder2e.org/rpg/wp-content/uploads/2022/07/lilith-of-hell.jpg)
Malcanthet and the Abyss: Unlike Lilith, who was bound by the rigid hierarchy and treacherous politics of the Nine Hells, Malcanthet found her destiny in the wild, unrestrained chaos of the Abyss. While Lilith climbed her way to prominence through cunning and manipulation, Malcanthet embraced the raw power and primal energies that pulsed within the endless layers of the Abyss.
Once, like Lilith, she was an angel of love, pure and untouched. But where Lilith was careful and methodical, Malcanthet was bold and impulsive. Her transformation into a demon queen was not just a mere consequence of Asmodeus’s influence. It was a deliberate and exhilarating plunge into the darkness, a decision that empowered her to forge her own path.
In the Abyss, Malcanthet’s wild ambition found fertile ground. She thrived on the chaos and became a part of it, rising to power through sheer force and unbridled passion. There was no subtle intrigue or hidden agendas; there was only the relentless pursuit of power, and Malcanthet was a master of the game.
Her realm was one of breathtaking beauty and terrifying madness, a place where desire and longing intertwined with horror and despair. Those who ventured into her dominion were ensnared by her charms, trapped in a never-ending dance of pleasure and agony. Malcanthet’s followers revered her as a goddess, a beacon of desire untamed and unapologetic.
Yet, beneath her reign of hedonistic abandon lay a mind sharp and calculating. Malcanthet’s ambitions were not confined to the Abyss; she dreamed of more. Her eyes, filled with the fires of the Abyss, were fixed on the throne of the cosmos itself. She sought not only to rule but to redefine what it meant to reign. In her vision, love and desire would be unshackled, and the universe would bow to the wild, intoxicating dance of her will.
Lilith and Malcanthet, two figures shaped by similar origins but forged into something entirely different, were bound by their connection to Asmodeus and their relentless pursuit of power. Yet their paths diverged sharply, one navigating the treacherous politics of Hell and the other reveling in the untamed chaos of the Abyss. Two queens, two realms, but one unending thirst for more – their stories were a symphony of desire and ambition, a tale that would resonate through the ages and inspire both awe and terror in those who dared to listen.
![Succubi Malcanthet of the Abyss with chains on wings.](https://pathfinder2e.org/rpg/wp-content/uploads/2022/07/malcanthet.jpg)
In the dark and twisted realms of the Abyss, a promise was fulfilled—a promise that would ignite a war as bloody and eternal as the very flames of Hell. Asmodeus, the archdevil of deception and cunning, had vowed to conquer the Abyss, and it was Malcanthet, a seductive and ambitious entity, who eagerly enlisted as his ally. The Blood War had begun, and she saw in it an opportunity, a glorious dance of chaos and power that would bring her closer to Asmodeus’s esteem, expand her dominion, and dethrone her rival, Lilith.
With a legion of devils under her command, Malcanthet charged into the Abyss, her eyes aflame with desire and determination. Her conquest was swift and brutal, and soon the layer known as Shendilavri was hers. But she did not merely conquer; she transformed. She reached into the very fabric of the Abyss, molding and shaping it until it bloomed into a paradise of infernal beauty, the likes of which not even the gods could have envisioned. There, in the heart of her newfound kingdom, she proclaimed herself the true Queen of Succubi, a title that rings through the ages, a constant thorn in Lilith’s side.
But the Abyss is not a realm to be tamed. The longer Malcanthet lingered, the more she was seduced by the evil seed at its core. A wicked metamorphosis took place, warping her into a genuine demon lord. Though Shendilavri appeared fair and enchanting, beneath its surface, demonic corruption festered and thrived. It was a beauty that deceived, a mirage concealing the darkness within.
From her throne in Shendilavri, Malcanthet’s gaze reached the heart of the Abyss. She knew what Asmodeus truly sought, and like her abyssal rival Graz’zt, she paid him homage. Yet, behind her subservient façade, her ambitions were clear. The heart of the Abyss, the pulsing core of all evil, was to be hers and hers alone.
The game had only just begun, and in the shadows of the Abyss, alliances were fragile, trust was a mirage, and betrayal was the currency of power. The Blood War raged on, and Malcanthet’s dance with destiny was far from over.
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In the tangled webs of the Abyss, alliances are as treacherous as they are necessary, and Malcanthet, the Queen of Succubi, weaves her intrigues with demonic mastery. Partnering with the likes of Demogorgon and Pazuzu, she crafts uneasy alliances to achieve her dark and insidious goals. Unlike her devilish kin, who are barren of progeny, the Abyss has blessed—or perhaps cursed—Malcanthet with a fertility that lets her spawn her very own brood of grotesque abominations. These twisted offspring, sired with her demon lord allies, are a testament to her unique and dreadful power.
But in the labyrinthine politics of the Abyss, not all relationships are forged in alliance. Hatred burns, and no hatred burns brighter for Malcanthet than that which she holds for Graz’zt. This former devil turned demon lord stands as her chief rival in the twisted competition for Asmodeus’s favor. Graz’zt’s slights are numerous, and his offenses grave; from claiming a harem of her succubi to conquering not one but three abyssal layers that form his wicked triple realm of Azzagrat. Each victory of his is a dagger in Malcanthet’s side, a challenge to her dominion, and a festering wound in her pride.
Yet, amidst these shadowy rivalries, Malcanthet’s reign remains unchallenged among her own kind. The abyssal succubi, twisted and alluring, revere her as their true queen. They inhabit her corrupt paradise of Shendilavri, found in the haunting depths of the Abyss’s 570th layer. There, some succumb to corruption, morphing into incubus demons and defecting to Graz’zt’s dark embrace. Most, however, remain faithful, lingering in Shendilavri’s twisted splendor, devoted to their queen.
In this game of power and seduction, of alliances and enmities, Malcanthet’s dance continues. Her every move is a step in a dance of deception, her every alliance a play in a game where the stakes are as eternal as the Abyss itself. The Queen of Succubi reigns supreme, her eyes fixed on her rivals, her mind sharp with schemes, and her heart cold with the endless hunger for power.