The Lamiae

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Her skin of silk, her eyes acharm,

Her voice of glass, her flaming hair.

I sense her lust, she means me harm,

My heart is hers, I do not care.

Sing, sing, in love I sigh

Without her touch, I'll surely die.

Weep, weep, my death is nigh,

And by her lips I die.

My heart is ice, my tongue is stone,

My blood runs cold, my spirit fled.

Dead fields of joy where salt is sown,

My love has gone and left me dead.

- The Succubus' Wedding

Temptation has always been a thorn in mankind throughout history. Whether it is from a circumstantial happenstance, a weak will or a charming seductress who entices the yearnings found deep within, all have faced it and all have succumbed at one point or another. Even the most devoted man has wondering eyes when someone he finds attractive crosses his path. Even the most pious priest of holy faith has thoughts of leading a different life, answering to no one but himself. Even the most virtuous Sage has knowing insights of how his life would be easier if he just caved in to using an anti-virtue instead, when the upholding of virtues can prove so difficult.

The Lamiae know what it is like to want something. Of what it is like to lust for what one cannot or should not have. Of how much easier it is to take the short road over the long road. The Lamiae know and the Lamiae provide.

This highly controversial Circle houses many different types of creatures and professions. Anything from night-bound vampires to infernal succubi to voluptuous harlots can be found among the Lamiae. The common thread connecting the Lamiae is their ability to cajole, tempt, entice and seduce others into committing actions that ultimately serve the Handmaidens and Lilith. The manner in which a Lamia works her cunning ways varies from woman to woman. Some use innate powers such as the Vampires and Succubi, while some use the persuasion of music and their voices like Sirens and bards and others use merely their looks and the promises of love, sex and power. The truly frightening thing is that many Lamiae are proficient in using all of the above abilities, powers and tricks to seduce a man to a fate often worse than death.

Not all, but several of the supernatural Lamiae use their charms to lure a man into their clutches for the purpose of draining them of some vital energy such as their blood or even their soul. Their victims, once ensnared, often begin to waste away, more and more, upon each visit from their newfound mistress. Eventually nothing remains but a dried up husk to be fed to the scavengers or a shell of a man who walks through life with his will broken, just waiting to die.

For the Lamiae who do not feed off of the energies of their victims they use their slaves for resources such as money, power and political status that ultimately serves the entirety of the Handmaidens

To a fault the Lamiae are exceptionally beautiful. Even the ones, whose true form is not pleasing to the eye, have powers to make themselves appear as whatever their chosen victim wishes to see. Illusion and enchantment magicks run strong in this Circle.

Perhaps this is one of the reasons why the other Circles often look down upon the Lamiae. The Lilim, Coven and Brood rarely have pleasant things to say in regard to the Lamiae and their apparently frivolous ways. Why waste time in making sexual and flirtatious overtures to a man when a simple spell or well-placed blade can procure a similar result? However, few can argue their effectiveness in the end. The Lamiae claim that the other Circles are jealous due to the beauty and charm that the seductresses possess. Not only that but all Handmaidens know that Lilith, Herself, was the first harlot, the first sexual pioneer and lover of many. Lilith is the Queen of Succubi and as a result the Lamiae believe that they are closest to the Goddess for they are a direct reflection of Her dark beauty.

Succubi - Corynn Corvus

tonight i dream of Succubi-

with forms as exotic dancers

graced by huge gray wings

and gripping with ivory claws,

gnashing their pearly teeth--

their eyes, like cats, narrow in fury

and tails lash about like living things-

snakes following behind-

the cold deamon flesh-

pale as a dying moon,

dark as a star's shadow-

is warmed by their lust-

they lust for my blood--

and they descend upon me

ripping me to shreds

tracing and retracing lines

down my arching back--

and their needle teeth bite

and they run their tongues along

offered neck-

they touch and taste every piece of me

pressing their skin-

burning like coals-

against my breast

as i scream in ecstasy--

and i die in the arms of Succubi-

and i do not cry for mercy--