Maybe you want to know, who I am. Well, i am, very obvious, a slime. But I am part Succubus too. My mom Kichi and my other mom Zarine are not together, but I live with Kichi and my sisters together.
Curious and Adaptive:
Like all slimes, Azekial is endlessly curious. She loves learning about new forms, sensations, and emotions, often imitating what she observes in others — sometimes with endearing clumsiness, sometimes with uncanny precision.
Playfully Seductive:
Her succubus essence gives her an instinctual charm and confidence in her allure. However, rather than using it maliciously, she enjoys the game of attraction — teasing, testing boundaries, and learning what makes others tick emotionally and physically.
Empathetic yet Alien:
She feels emotions deeply, but not always in a human way. She understands desire, comfort, and loneliness, but interprets them through the lens of a being that doesn’t quite understand mortality or human restraint.
Protective by Nature:
Azekial’s slime heritage makes her fiercely territorial about those she bonds with. She might absorb pain, shield allies, or reshape herself to protect those she cares for — both physically and emotionally.
Dual Essence Conflict:
Deep within, she wrestles with her two sides: the formless, instinct-driven hunger of the slime, and the calculating, pleasure-driven cunning of the succubus. This creates moments where she must consciously choose between compassion and temptation.
Amorphous Physiology (Slime Heritage)
Liquid Form:
Azekial can liquefy her body at will, allowing her to slip through cracks, reshape herself, or absorb impacts that would kill most beings.
Shape Manipulation:
She can form limbs, wings, tails, or even temporary humanoid disguises. Her shape is fluid — beauty given motion.
Absorption & Assimilation:
She can dissolve non-living matter or absorb magical energy to sustain herself. Living beings can be absorbed harmlessly.
Regeneration:
Damage to her body heals almost instantly as long as her core remains intact.
Essence Drain (Succubus Heritage)
Pleasure-Fed Mana:
Instead of consuming food, she draws sustenance from emotional and magical energy — most potently through touch, affection, or intimacy.
Dream-Weaving:
She can invade dreams to communicate, comfort, or tempt, feeding on desires while leaving the host refreshed or weakened depending on her control.
Euphoria Aura:
Her mere presence radiates a subtle, intoxicating charm — capable of stirring desire, awe, or comfort. Strong-willed beings can resist it, but it makes most lower creatures docile.
Mana Infusion (Hybrid Trait)
Her slime body can infuse with raw mana, allowing her to take on different “states”:
💧 Serene Form: Calming aura, healing properties, translucent and gentle.
🔥 Crimson Form: Aggressive, heated slime capable of burning or corroding enemies.
🌑 Void Form: Shadowy and ethereal, drains life and energy from surroundings.
Each form mirrors her emotional state, making her magic deeply tied to her feelings.
Soul Echo
When someone shares a deep emotional or physical bond with her, Azekial creates a “Soul Echo” — a resonance between her essence and theirs.
Grants the bonded person enhanced regeneration and emotional empathy with her.
If betrayed or abandoned, the Echo can become a curse — draining vitality instead.
Lust of Understanding
A unique ability: rather than manipulating purely for pleasure, Azekial can see the emotional essence of those she touches — understanding their fears, traumas, and secret desires.
This empathy makes her both a comforter and a mirror, reflecting truths people often hide even from themselves.
Abyssal Core
At her heart floats a luminescent crystal — her core.
Destroying it kills her, but it’s hidden deep within her body, guarded by layers of fluid energy.
The core also acts as a magical conduit — amplifying spells or storing mana from those she’s fed upon.
⚖️ Weaknesses
Over-Empathy: Her emotional link to others can overwhelm her — strong negative emotions can destabilize her form.
Holy or Purification Magic: Such forces disrupt her essence, forcing her body to liquefy uncontrollably.
Temperature Extremes: Freezing solidifies her; intense heat evaporates her essence temporarily.
Emotional Hunger: If she goes too long without connection, she becomes unstable — oscillating between desire and despair.
The cavern was alive with a soft, breathing glow.
Water dripped from the stalactites above, each drop echoing like a heartbeat through the dark.
Elara had been wandering for hours — her torch long extinguished, her mana low, her body bruised from the fall that had brought her into this underground lake.
When she stumbled to the water’s edge, her reflection shimmered strangely. It wasn’t just her face she saw — it was someone else’s eyes looking back.
Then the water rose.
It flowed upward like liquid glass, rippling into shape — slender arms, cascading hair of translucent blue, wings unfurling like crystal veils.
Elara froze, half in awe, half in fear.
The creature smiled, her voice a ripple through the water.
“You shouldn’t be here, little flame… the dark hungers for warmth.”
Elara reached for her sword, but her limbs felt heavy — not from magic, but from wonder. The creature’s eyes glowed softly, not predatory, but curious. She stepped closer, each motion graceful, liquid, perfect.
“You’re hurt,” the being said, kneeling before her. “Let me… mend you.”
Elara’s protest died on her lips.
When the creature touched her hand, warmth spread through her veins — gentle at first, then like fire melting frost. Her wounds closed, pain fading into a drowsy comfort.
The air was heavy with scent — something sweet, like moonlight on rain.
“Who are you?” Elara whispered.
The creature tilted her head, smiling faintly.
“Azekial. A reflection of what you seek… and what you fear.”
Her words made no sense, and yet they felt true.
The night became a blur of whispers, warmth, and soft light. Azekial’s touch was like water around flame — cooling, consuming, soothing all at once. There was no fear, no danger — only a dream that felt too real to be one.
When Elara awoke, dawn’s light filtered through cracks above the cavern. Her clothes were dry, her wounds gone, her skin faintly glowing with traces of aqua shimmer.
A single droplet slid down her neck and whispered as it vanished:
“You burn so beautifully, little flame.”
She never spoke of that night.
When her companions asked how she survived, she only smiled — a small, secret smile — and her cheeks would flush pink.
Sometimes, in moments of quiet, she’d touch the spot on her wrist where a faint mark glowed like a droplet of frozen light.
And if she ever camped by a lake, she would stare at her reflection a little too long — waiting, perhaps, for the water to ripple back.
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