This is a more confident and comfortable Ionatrix. Many of the anxieties that had been plaguing her have been lain to rest and she is beginning to feel comfortable exploring the parts of herself that she's sealed off since leaving the abyss.

Her robes have been replaced with a comfortable traveling cloak bearing the same white mage inspired designs, but with more aggressive dagger designs to replace the triangles. She empasizes her already amazonian height withtall wedge heeled thigh boots. She's begun wearing a more prominent beard because she's noticed that her companions enjoy it when she's a bit more masculine. She spends a little more time styling her hair and caring about her appearance.

Maybe it's ok to let loose and be a dommy mommy sometimes.

The Tale of Ionatrix [1/4]
Before she was a repentent white mage, Ionatrix was the loyal right hand of Nocticula, the queen of the succubi. When her last mark wished with his last breath that she could be free from her foul business before their soul was damned to the abyss, Ionatrix became wracked with guilt and fled the abyss hoping to repent for her misdeeds.

She prayed to every good deity to make her a cleric so she could attempt to undo some of the wrong, but all of her prayers seemed to fall on deaf ears, so she used her powers to fake being a cleric and heal what people she could. She had concluded that sex with her was dangeorus, so she attempted to remain chaste, but every time she would lose control and bed someone to death before fleeing the city to start again.

When she discovered the location of the devil who had bought up her final victim's soul, she endeavored to retrieve it. She stormed into his lair and was turned into a living brass statue for her recklessness.

She later found out from a succubus and incubis pair that Nocticula, her Midnight Queen, had seemingly vanished shortly after her departure, and that Nocticula's court blamed Ionatrix for her disappearance. The two shamed Ionatrix for acting the chaste and pure maiden, claiming that it was nothing but an act to set her up for the pleasure of a glorious fall from grace.

She could not deny that it felt good to lose control. She could not deny that remaining chaste and pure until she cracked made it feel all the better. She was a creature of sin, she knew she could not resist for long, such was her nature.

And yet.

The folk she thought she had damned with her sinful loins? Each and every one had found themselves blessed after waking up from a hell of a post-coitus power nap. Her recklessness? She had been able to help save a trapped water djinn who taught her that Love and Lust are two sides of a coin. The Demons? She felt her Midnight Queen's divine fire burn in her breast and her loin, she unleashed her love upon the demons before her and blessed them with her passion.

When she felt Nocticula's pull beckoning for them to the island nation of Okeno, she sent them along to join their mistress in what she could only hope was the path towards redemption.

But then Okeno vanished.

[Continued]

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