Elizabet was born in the desert of modern day Pakistan. The sun was blazing, scorching the very earth and all living things. To think something could be born in such an unwelcoming place, the desert felt like hell on earth. The wind blew about, however it was not refreshing as it felt like hot breath against the skin. The wind also picked up the desert sand, which hit the body with force. The sand felt like broken glass being whipped across the body.
The young succubus grew up alone. She had been abandoned by a mother she never even knew and from a young age learned how to survive on her own. As she aged into a young woman her need to feed only increased becoming insurmountable. The hunger she was feeling led her to a small human settlement where she decimated the male population.
Elizabet was young and wasn't fully aware of the strength she possessed. But after killing many of the males in the nomadic tribe she had first encountered and being chased away by the women she realized she would have to feed more incognito. The succubus realized from her first experience that she would have to keep her demon nature a secret for the pesky humans. However, she wasn't concerned with the deaths as she believed the menfolk to be inferior to herself. She also didn't have a similar fascination with humans as the other coven members had had. Humans were meant to be used and men were meant to satiate her hunger, that was all.
Being abandoned from an early age, she grew up with the idea that she could only rely on herself. Nobody, particularly humans would provide her any assistance (other than as the food she consumed). Therefore, Elizabet didn't really have a fondness for anyone but herself. She lived off of the pleasures of life and men and that was enough for her. Elizabet lived in the moment and attached herself to no-one and nothing.
It wasn't long until Elizabet discovered the oldest profession for women. Prostitution was a wonderful thing for her as it meant that she didn't have to go and hunt her prey, the men would come to her. Due to this simple discovery her life became infinitely better. A den of sex, sin, and alcohol not to mention an endless supply of men also known as food. A brothel or whorehouse or the various ancient names it held was her land of paradise!
Within the brothel Elizabet worked alongside other human women. The human women she wasn't particularly fond of, but it was a necessary evil if she wanted to stay within the brothel. She found that women were employed in the brothel for one of two reasons; either because she had no other options available to her or it was for financial independence. If Elizabet had to choose human women to surround herself with she preferred the latter reason as those women appreciated the lifestyle far more.
Elizabet would stay at the brothel for several years, living pleasantly off the sexual essence of the men that would visit. However, after several years she would have to move on to the next place before the stupid humans would become aware of her immortality...her lack of aging.
That meant a new brothel, new women, and new human men to feed from. A new start always meant fresh prey and that was something she didn't mind. The new place, women, and rules was bothersome and the reason why she didn't like moving to a new place.
The next place she found herself in (and in a way where her story truly starts) was in a large city in modern day Greece. The new house (and town) that she found herself in appreciated the services a brothel provided and the house was a constant bacchanal! The women appeared to have the same level of interest in sex as she herself did it was almost as they too fed off of the sexual energy of men. Elizabet, without realizing it found her demon walls were slowly falling.
Elizabet slowly began to participate in their revelry. Her disgust slowly began to fade to a point where she actually looked forward to her interactions with the other women.
One evening when the firelight began to fade and the last male had left the house, the women sat together in various states of undress talking. It was a normal ritual for the women, to unwind after their evenings/early mornings.
"Elie, won't you come join us?" A fiery red head called out for the pillows she rested comfortably on.
Elizabet stopped on the stairs as she headed up to her room. She turned around and looked at the women lounging around. She shrugged her shoulders and made her way back to the common room, she poured herself some wine and sat with the women.
She found that she laughed at them as they made fun of a couple of their regulars. She was being included in their conversations and she didn't mind it. For the first time in her life she felt like she had a kinship with these women. As time went on she became even closer with them and they almost felt like family, like sisters.
Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end, she was after all a demon. A succubus meant to consume men through sex.