CW: Gorey Bits, Abuse, Self-Depreciation and jokes of a raunchy nature (PG stuff)
Context: This is the backstory writing for my Goblin Warlock, Gob (Former name Gefee Phix), which takes place in a 5E Setting with Artificers and Firearms (just to give a gague on how technologically advanced this world is) On March 28, I got some info about Succubi in D&D from one of my DMs. They talked about Fiends, Devils & Demons, but also how the life of a Succubi is mostly that of a weapon. One used by others for their own schemes of power, often being portrayed with one-sided motives of serving their master or being summoned and overthrowing their master. These always ended, in most adventures I then looked up, with the succubi trying to mislead the party and killing them off one by one.
My DM told me Succubi can’t feel love, not towards mortals or even other fiends, saying their hollow ambitions stem from their creation to corrupt others. That they can never embrace or touch another being, without harming them.
That to be a Succubi is, in essence, to be absolute un-diverting evil & pain upon the world.
This is how I came to write The Lady.
Or, as Gob calls her…
The Friend
(One letter added onto The Fiend, the name of my Homebrew Subclass which is the Archfey Patron with alterations to the spells provided.)
There was a Goblin once.
Then there wasn't.
No one in the tribe knew where they went, assumed they got snagged by someone big while they were outside, then their hut got handed over to Jinzo.
Jinzo was mighty shocked to find, after several months, that the Goblin was not only alive but demanded their hut back. Jinzo told them to 'Get out' then Jinzo got told to 'Dig a hole if you plan to spend the next five seconds not getting the hell out of my hut.'
Jinzo did get an apology letter, as well as all of their stuff in a rather neat pile outside their new hut, but Jinzo didn't forget that menacing snarl that made their skin crawl.
All the village now knows is that a goblin calling herself 'Gob' was apparently a Booyahg Slave that had gotten 'lost and found themselves'.
Not many people like Gob, but then again 'Gob' was hard to hate. They were nice, but you didn't want to stick around them. Because they'd start looking away, muttering words that made no sense, then they'd leave the village for a few days and return. Then back into the hut, as they saw little of Gob they realised whoever used to live in that Hut was no longer that Goblin.
And Gob didn't care, they had a new purpose.
Gob is the name given to the neighbouring cage occupant that was next to the Patron Succubus. Both had been captured, while Gob was simply pounced, the Succubus had been entirely shackled to the floor with their chains hammered down into the stone. They had taken a lot more to capture, while Gob was just being absent minded. Gob spent the next few months trying to talk to the mysterious person that didn't poke her with sticks through bars unlike the others that came to her cage. The Succubus rarely responded, but Gob enjoyed every response as it was better than what every visitor to her cage said to her. Mostly comments about her species, how they planned to change her into something more pliant to civilised ideas. Gob never really cared, figuring she'd be let go when they realised she wasn't like the lady in the next cage, who they all seemed fearful of.
Gob called themselves Gob, because the Lady only seemed to refer to them as that, which gave the Lady some satisfaction in a small victory in her caged life. Whenever anyone entered that cage, Gob would get incredibly worried that they were harming the Lady, she'd try grabbing at their robes or taunting them. They'd kick through the bars and smash Gob's nose each time until it became as flat as the bars. Then Gob would spit at them, as she knew they'd use their silly magic on her. Then it was more snarling until they left the Lady's cage. She'd always then tell Gob that they were being stupid. That Gob was just harming themselves, which Gob said didn't matter. Gob said it felt nice to know she was saving the Lady in some way from the painful sticks or sparks.
A month later, Gob was being talked to far more. Sometimes the Lady would even start talking when Gob hadn't, which made Gob incredibly happy. She was the only one here that didn't call her ‘Goblin’, just Gob.
Gob listened, doing their very best to understand everything she said. They said that the Robes wore bracelets that let them cast magic here. That the bracelets were why they could cast sparks, but she couldn't. Gob said she wanted to see the Lady's sparks, that they were probably far more interesting than the Robe's sparks, just like how the Lady was far more pretty than all of the Robes.
Gob didn't realise, but the Lady never even considered her power to charm wasn't always Magical. It could slowly but surely happen, so that someone could entirely be Charmed without being Charmed. She tested this, rather true to her nature, by getting Gob to cause themselves pain in subtle ways over the next few weeks. Small things, that she knew Gob would only feel slight pain from, but the time she asked her to try ramming the bars was a mistake. Gob did so, but got the attention of a guard. The Guard entered the cell, booting Gob until they passed out. They then put a heal on them, then left the goblin to sleep off near death.
The Succubus realised, not only that Gob's pain was her fault, that she didn't even enjoy the result. It was amusing at first, to see earlier the pain caused to another through her words, but that Guard made her aware that not once had Gob even complained about how she treated them. That she just shortened Goblin to Gob because she couldn't care to find out the Goblin's actual name. That the Goblin never picked up on any subtle or snide comments made by her about them, rather seeing them as compliments, yet always picked up on the Wizards making deriding remarks about her. This creature was genuinely appreciative of them, seeing no deception or emulated emotion from her, which the Succubus was strangely confused by. Because she felt, after so long in this horrid cage, that that was wrong. That the creature should know it's a lie, even if she only could lie in order to emulate those compliments as genuine.
Gob then apologised, after waking up with blood all over her face, that she didn't wait for the guard to be far away enough for the ram to work properly
As they got ready to do it again, the Succubus commanded Gob to stop. Gob obeyed, which the Succubus was satisfied to see. Control, once again over a mortal being. And in some ways, it meant she had a servant that would obey her for as long as she needed.
Gob would do simple things, such as draw things in the dirt for the Succubus or tell her stories she knew. It wasn't much, but it was a hell of a lot more than Gob just asking her questions she wouldn't answer. Either because they would have revealed weaknesses or she simply felt the more personal questions deserved answers beyond 'I can't'.
The Succubus appreciated Gob's more considerate questions though, such as "Why would they keep us here, we did nothing but they've done so much to us" and "I want us to get out, you're a good friend and I have things to show you!"
Yeah, in retrospect, getting Gob to ram that bar might have been a mistake. They were entirely oblivious to her nature, that her requests before these were all to satisfy her desire for control, which caused the Succubus to let out a cruel laugh.
Which Gob joined in with, oblivious but happy.
The Succubus started seeing Gob more as a way to pass the time with company, rather than drawing more symbols in the dirt. Gob did try drawing the Succubus, but she'd laugh as she saw the Horns were always wrong. Because the Wizards kept trimming hers for reagents.
She felt humour at her own expense, even if unintentional, was a nice change. But she'd ask Gob to draw more and more symbols.
Months passed, then she saw they were all drawn. She told Gob that what she asked for next had to be done if they ever wanted to 'show her the things she wanted to.' Gob beamed, nodding her head, but was shocked to hear the request:
"Chew your hand off, you need to give them a reason to get into the cell. Then, when that guard that always boots you reaches to pick it up, get their bracelet. Throw it at me, I'll catch it, then lay down and don't look up."
Gob, looking at them, boggled at the request. But, the Patron was shocked thinking 2 months of charm would be enough for them to do this... But Gob pointed out that the Succubus should have suggested using her teeth to get the bracelet. Because she'd be nice and warmed up at that point. The Succubus then watched, with horrified stupor, as the Goblin gladly mutilated their own limb, to pull off the escape...
...
... the way the Wizard spluttered, as their bracelet landed in an outstretched Succubus Patron's hand, was something she felt far more joy in than every cruel/painful act she had committed to Gob that entire time.
The Goblin laid face down, as the Succubus finally charmed the one person here that needed her Kiss the most. The one that had tormented her faithful servant this entire time, simply because they could, causing the guard to scream in pain.
...
...
The Archmage blasted their last spell, before they had only one left. The Succubus had freed every creature, but the mages had valiantly fought to the last breath to put them all down. Except that one last damned fiend. They spotted the creature, clawing their apprentice.
They aimed their hand, at the distracted Succubus. It worked, the Banishment was a success, which made the Archmage...
The Succubus stared around her, seeing the Lower Planes once again, while trying to focus their thoughts.
They were heavily injured, almost entirely vulnerable and they knew something would find her. Wherever she was in this Plane, it didn't matter, one of the beings would realise the opportunity of killing her. She was, to all of them, a step-up.
What she felt, something so alien to her, for the first time was fea-
... scream in pain as they felt the Goblin's Fangs bite down into their unsuspecting thigh. Critically piercing through their magical defences.
The spell concentration broken, the Succubus returned. For a moment, only a fraction of a second, the Succubus almost imagined feeling relief. Then, glaring at the powdered horn the Archmage had used as a component, she rushed the Wizard.
The Archmage's last mistake, before being clawed to death with no magic left to use at all, was reeling back their fist to try and cave the Goblin's skull in.
It didn't work, but that mistake made their death slower. As the Succubus and Goblin savaged the Archmage together. Teeth and claws tearing at them, the Mage blacked out from pain and terror no longer with any means to defend themselves.
After the bloodbath, which most of the captives and captors died in, the Succubus asked the Goblin to help them before they helped with the stump where their hand once was. The Goblin carried out all the rare reagent components, as the Succubus realised this Servant was likely her most useful non-Warlock to date, handing them to her carefully with only one functional arm. She grabbed everything that she knew was valuable, as she let the Goblin carry the rest. Once they finally left the Menagerie, back to the Material Plane, she was able to finally contact her Servants and Warlocks.
They'd be here soon, but she remembered the Goblin who was snickering and smiling at fresh air after so long.
The Goblin who was slightly swaying, delirious from pain and excitement.
The Goblin that didn't even realise she'd ask the first Warlock that arrived to fix their hand.
The Goblin that she was starting to wonder why she'd even consider wanting to do anything for them.
The Goblin who she told everything, genuinely, about what a Succubus could and couldn't feel or do.
Like telling them her name, her powers, her limits, her…
The Goblin that told her she'd do everything she could to allow her control of her powers, freedom to choose what she felt & how and to give her a way to ease that eternal hungering desire.
... weaknesses.
So she tried stupidly to threaten the Goblin.
Who just laughed, thinking it was a silly joke.
And then, as the Succubus trailed off on the word 'un-ending void', realised the mistake.
This was already her eternal servant, one who genuinely even believed themselves to be a 'Friend' to her, she just needed to pact them when one of her goons arrived.
They'd never break her trust, just like she planned to never break theirs…
“So, Gob, how do you like the idea of being a Warlock of mine?”
...probably. She still needed to figure out why she felt this way towards this creature.
There was a Goblin and a Succubus once.
Then there wasn’t.
Instead there were two Friends, a Warlock and their Patron, who’d burn this world down for one another.
All stars fade. Some stars forever fall. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Homebrew (Mostly Outdated):Magic Items,Monsters,Spells,Subclasses ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- If there was no light, people wouldn't fear the dark.
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CW: Gorey Bits, Abuse, Self-Depreciation and jokes of a raunchy nature (PG stuff)
Context: This is the backstory writing for my Goblin Warlock, Gob (Former name Gefee Phix), which takes place in a 5E Setting with Artificers and Firearms (just to give a gague on how technologically advanced this world is)
On March 28, I got some info about Succubi in D&D from one of my DMs. They talked about Fiends, Devils & Demons, but also how the life of a Succubi is mostly that of a weapon. One used by others for their own schemes of power, often being portrayed with one-sided motives of serving their master or being summoned and overthrowing their master. These always ended, in most adventures I then looked up, with the succubi trying to mislead the party and killing them off one by one.
My DM told me Succubi can’t feel love, not towards mortals or even other fiends, saying their hollow ambitions stem from their creation to corrupt others. That they can never embrace or touch another being, without harming them.
That to be a Succubi is, in essence, to be absolute un-diverting evil & pain upon the world.
This is how I came to write The Lady.
Or, as Gob calls her…
The Friend
(One letter added onto The Fiend, the name of my Homebrew Subclass which is the Archfey Patron with alterations to the spells provided.)
There was a Goblin once.
Then there wasn't.
No one in the tribe knew where they went, assumed they got snagged by someone big while they were outside, then their hut got handed over to Jinzo.
Jinzo was mighty shocked to find, after several months, that the Goblin was not only alive but demanded their hut back. Jinzo told them to 'Get out' then Jinzo got told to 'Dig a hole if you plan to spend the next five seconds not getting the hell out of my hut.'
Jinzo did get an apology letter, as well as all of their stuff in a rather neat pile outside their new hut, but Jinzo didn't forget that menacing snarl that made their skin crawl.
All the village now knows is that a goblin calling herself 'Gob' was apparently a Booyahg Slave that had gotten 'lost and found themselves'.
Not many people like Gob, but then again 'Gob' was hard to hate. They were nice, but you didn't want to stick around them. Because they'd start looking away, muttering words that made no sense, then they'd leave the village for a few days and return. Then back into the hut, as they saw little of Gob they realised whoever used to live in that Hut was no longer that Goblin.
And Gob didn't care, they had a new purpose.
Gob is the name given to the neighbouring cage occupant that was next to the Patron Succubus. Both had been captured, while Gob was simply pounced, the Succubus had been entirely shackled to the floor with their chains hammered down into the stone. They had taken a lot more to capture, while Gob was just being absent minded. Gob spent the next few months trying to talk to the mysterious person that didn't poke her with sticks through bars unlike the others that came to her cage. The Succubus rarely responded, but Gob enjoyed every response as it was better than what every visitor to her cage said to her. Mostly comments about her species, how they planned to change her into something more pliant to civilised ideas. Gob never really cared, figuring she'd be let go when they realised she wasn't like the lady in the next cage, who they all seemed fearful of.
Gob called themselves Gob, because the Lady only seemed to refer to them as that, which gave the Lady some satisfaction in a small victory in her caged life. Whenever anyone entered that cage, Gob would get incredibly worried that they were harming the Lady, she'd try grabbing at their robes or taunting them. They'd kick through the bars and smash Gob's nose each time until it became as flat as the bars. Then Gob would spit at them, as she knew they'd use their silly magic on her. Then it was more snarling until they left the Lady's cage. She'd always then tell Gob that they were being stupid. That Gob was just harming themselves, which Gob said didn't matter. Gob said it felt nice to know she was saving the Lady in some way from the painful sticks or sparks.
A month later, Gob was being talked to far more. Sometimes the Lady would even start talking when Gob hadn't, which made Gob incredibly happy. She was the only one here that didn't call her ‘Goblin’, just Gob.
Gob listened, doing their very best to understand everything she said. They said that the Robes wore bracelets that let them cast magic here. That the bracelets were why they could cast sparks, but she couldn't. Gob said she wanted to see the Lady's sparks, that they were probably far more interesting than the Robe's sparks, just like how the Lady was far more pretty than all of the Robes.
Gob didn't realise, but the Lady never even considered her power to charm wasn't always Magical. It could slowly but surely happen, so that someone could entirely be Charmed without being Charmed. She tested this, rather true to her nature, by getting Gob to cause themselves pain in subtle ways over the next few weeks. Small things, that she knew Gob would only feel slight pain from, but the time she asked her to try ramming the bars was a mistake. Gob did so, but got the attention of a guard. The Guard entered the cell, booting Gob until they passed out. They then put a heal on them, then left the goblin to sleep off near death.
The Succubus realised, not only that Gob's pain was her fault, that she didn't even enjoy the result. It was amusing at first, to see earlier the pain caused to another through her words, but that Guard made her aware that not once had Gob even complained about how she treated them. That she just shortened Goblin to Gob because she couldn't care to find out the Goblin's actual name. That the Goblin never picked up on any subtle or snide comments made by her about them, rather seeing them as compliments, yet always picked up on the Wizards making deriding remarks about her. This creature was genuinely appreciative of them, seeing no deception or emulated emotion from her, which the Succubus was strangely confused by. Because she felt, after so long in this horrid cage, that that was wrong. That the creature should know it's a lie, even if she only could lie in order to emulate those compliments as genuine.
Gob then apologised, after waking up with blood all over her face, that she didn't wait for the guard to be far away enough for the ram to work properly
As they got ready to do it again, the Succubus commanded Gob to stop. Gob obeyed, which the Succubus was satisfied to see. Control, once again over a mortal being. And in some ways, it meant she had a servant that would obey her for as long as she needed.
Gob would do simple things, such as draw things in the dirt for the Succubus or tell her stories she knew. It wasn't much, but it was a hell of a lot more than Gob just asking her questions she wouldn't answer. Either because they would have revealed weaknesses or she simply felt the more personal questions deserved answers beyond 'I can't'.
The Succubus appreciated Gob's more considerate questions though, such as "Why would they keep us here, we did nothing but they've done so much to us" and "I want us to get out, you're a good friend and I have things to show you!"
Yeah, in retrospect, getting Gob to ram that bar might have been a mistake. They were entirely oblivious to her nature, that her requests before these were all to satisfy her desire for control, which caused the Succubus to let out a cruel laugh.
Which Gob joined in with, oblivious but happy.
The Succubus started seeing Gob more as a way to pass the time with company, rather than drawing more symbols in the dirt. Gob did try drawing the Succubus, but she'd laugh as she saw the Horns were always wrong. Because the Wizards kept trimming hers for reagents.
She felt humour at her own expense, even if unintentional, was a nice change. But she'd ask Gob to draw more and more symbols.
Months passed, then she saw they were all drawn. She told Gob that what she asked for next had to be done if they ever wanted to 'show her the things she wanted to.' Gob beamed, nodding her head, but was shocked to hear the request:
"Chew your hand off, you need to give them a reason to get into the cell. Then, when that guard that always boots you reaches to pick it up, get their bracelet. Throw it at me, I'll catch it, then lay down and don't look up."
Gob, looking at them, boggled at the request. But, the Patron was shocked thinking 2 months of charm would be enough for them to do this... But Gob pointed out that the Succubus should have suggested using her teeth to get the bracelet. Because she'd be nice and warmed up at that point. The Succubus then watched, with horrified stupor, as the Goblin gladly mutilated their own limb, to pull off the escape...
...
... the way the Wizard spluttered, as their bracelet landed in an outstretched Succubus Patron's hand, was something she felt far more joy in than every cruel/painful act she had committed to Gob that entire time.
The Goblin laid face down, as the Succubus finally charmed the one person here that needed her Kiss the most. The one that had tormented her faithful servant this entire time, simply because they could, causing the guard to scream in pain.
...
...
The Archmage blasted their last spell, before they had only one left. The Succubus had freed every creature, but the mages had valiantly fought to the last breath to put them all down. Except that one last damned fiend. They spotted the creature, clawing their apprentice.
They aimed their hand, at the distracted Succubus. It worked, the Banishment was a success, which made the Archmage...
The Succubus stared around her, seeing the Lower Planes once again, while trying to focus their thoughts.
They were heavily injured, almost entirely vulnerable and they knew something would find her. Wherever she was in this Plane, it didn't matter, one of the beings would realise the opportunity of killing her. She was, to all of them, a step-up.
What she felt, something so alien to her, for the first time was fea-
... scream in pain as they felt the Goblin's Fangs bite down into their unsuspecting thigh. Critically piercing through their magical defences.
The spell concentration broken, the Succubus returned. For a moment, only a fraction of a second, the Succubus almost imagined feeling relief. Then, glaring at the powdered horn the Archmage had used as a component, she rushed the Wizard.
The Archmage's last mistake, before being clawed to death with no magic left to use at all, was reeling back their fist to try and cave the Goblin's skull in.
It didn't work, but that mistake made their death slower. As the Succubus and Goblin savaged the Archmage together. Teeth and claws tearing at them, the Mage blacked out from pain and terror no longer with any means to defend themselves.
After the bloodbath, which most of the captives and captors died in, the Succubus asked the Goblin to help them before they helped with the stump where their hand once was. The Goblin carried out all the rare reagent components, as the Succubus realised this Servant was likely her most useful non-Warlock to date, handing them to her carefully with only one functional arm. She grabbed everything that she knew was valuable, as she let the Goblin carry the rest. Once they finally left the Menagerie, back to the Material Plane, she was able to finally contact her Servants and Warlocks.
They'd be here soon, but she remembered the Goblin who was snickering and smiling at fresh air after so long.
The Goblin who was slightly swaying, delirious from pain and excitement.
The Goblin that didn't even realise she'd ask the first Warlock that arrived to fix their hand.
The Goblin that she was starting to wonder why she'd even consider wanting to do anything for them.
The Goblin who she told everything, genuinely, about what a Succubus could and couldn't feel or do.
Like telling them her name, her powers, her limits, her…
The Goblin that told her she'd do everything she could to allow her control of her powers, freedom to choose what she felt & how and to give her a way to ease that eternal hungering desire.
... weaknesses.
So she tried stupidly to threaten the Goblin.
Who just laughed, thinking it was a silly joke.
And then, as the Succubus trailed off on the word 'un-ending void', realised the mistake.
This was already her eternal servant, one who genuinely even believed themselves to be a 'Friend' to her, she just needed to pact them when one of her goons arrived.
They'd never break her trust, just like she planned to never break theirs…
“So, Gob, how do you like the idea of being a Warlock of mine?”
...probably. She still needed to figure out why she felt this way towards this creature.
There was a Goblin and a Succubus once.
Then there wasn’t.
Instead there were two Friends, a Warlock and their Patron, who’d burn this world down for one another.
Awesome backstory! I love your writing style!
All stars fade. Some stars forever fall.
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If there was no light, people wouldn't fear the dark.