After her unexpected capture, Celeste was filled with nothing but towering rage and unyielding arrogance.
As a Succubus born from an Abyssal Rift, her veins coursing with the blood of temptation and Chaos, Celeste had always believed her very existence was a mockery of Order and reason.
She reveled in toying with mortal emotions and fed on their fervent desires. Within the web she wove of whispers and Illusions, she had always been the composed and patient hunter.
'Captured?'
'Imprisoned?'
'This has to be the biggest joke in the Abyss!'
'That damned human must have used some despicable trick!'
'Once I break free from these damned restraints, I'll make him taste what it's like to have his soul torn apart, inch by inch, to sink for eternity in an abyss of ultimate pleasure and pain!'
Anger sustained her through the initial "time."
