Lilim Nocturne . 1527 . She/Her

ㅤ❝ㅤ "Lovers are fleeting whispers in the wind—sweet, intoxicating, and gone before you can grasp them. True connection, though... that is a rarity, forged in trust and tested by fire. I’ve learned not to settle for anything less." ㅤ❞ㅤ

Lilim Nocturne was born into the prestigious and affluent Nocturne noble family, destined to provide an heir to rule over a realm unknown to the denizens of Eorzea. Her father, Agramon Nocturne, an incubus of remarkable lineage, hailed from one of the most influential noble families of incubi. Renowned as a cunning businessman, he was both feared and revered—wherever his presence was felt, whispers of trouble mingled with the promise of untold wealth and fame.Her mother, Moura, a succubus of lesser noble descent, was regarded by many as little more than a decorative trophy by Agramon’s side. Yet, beneath her alluring exterior lay an indomitable will and unparalleled skill in bending fate to her desires—far surpassing even her husband’s prowess in navigating life’s intricate web.The circumstances of Lilim’s birth were marked by grand ceremony, an occasion steeped in both awe and reverence. Against all odds, she was born a pure “Lilim”—a rarity thought lost to the sands of time, unseen for millennia immemorial. True Lilim were said to possess unparalleled power and influence, intricately woven into every fiber of their being, making their very existence the stuff of legend. Agramon, never one for great ceremony or sentiment, saw an opportunity in this extraordinary event. With calculated intent, he named her Lilim, sealing her destiny as both a symbol of her lineage’s might and a beacon of its ambitions.It was a secret known to few, but Lilim was born with a quirk that set her apart from other succubi—a natural aphrodisiac exuded from her skin, almost constantly. As she grew, Lilim paid little mind to the way people acted around her, stumbling and swaying in her presence, helplessly drawn to her every whim. They followed her like intoxicated moths to a flame, drunk on the irresistible allure of her innate gift. To Lilim, this was simply how the world worked—how it had always been. She had no reason to question it, for her father kept her largely confined to the family manor, shielding her from the world beyond and the truth of her own extraordinary nature.Moura adored her daughter with every fiber of her being, often going to great lengths to provide Lilim with opportunities to hone her natural-born powers of seduction and control. Despite her unwavering support, Moura always urged caution, encouraging Lilim to be mindful of the immense power she wielded, warning her of the potential dangers if it was misused.Agramon, however, had a different perspective. He saw Lilim’s innate allure as a weapon, a tool to be sharpened and deployed for his own ends. He encouraged her to use her sensual presence and captivating charm as a means of negotiation, manipulation, and sabotage—to ensnare rivals in scandal and folly, securing power and influence for the Nocturne family in the process.Against Moura’s better judgment, this dynamic continued for countless years. Lilim remained blissfully unaware of the true nature of her role, as Moura was forbidden from revealing the ways of the world to her daughter. Agramon, ever the opportunist, relentlessly exploited the influence born from Lilim’s latent powers to elevate the Nocturne family’s status. With each calculated move, their prestige climbed higher, until they were regarded as royalty throughout the realm. Yet Agramon never paused to consider the cost of his ambition, ignoring the toll it took on his daughter’s well-being in his pursuit of power.Demons, unlike most other races known in Eorzea, matured rapidly, their lifespans tied not to time but to the strength of their legacy. Their power was fueled and emboldened by the aspects they inherited at birth. Being aspected in lust, Lilim was never shy of power, growing swiftly into a fully realized and alluring woman. Her days became a haze of lewd seduction, hedonistic indulgence, and gluttonous sexual gratification. She gave no thought to the suitors she bedded, nor spared a second glance at their lives beyond the fleeting moments they spent together. These were the ideals ingrained in her from a young age by her father.“Take what you can and don’t concern yourself with the lives of those lesser than you,” Agramon would remind her often, shaping her worldview to suit his ambitions. Much to Moura’s dismay, these words became a cornerstone of Lilim’s upbringing, leaving her mother powerless to instill a more empathetic perspective.Eventually, the weight of it all became too much for Moura to bear. Determined to show her daughter the truth, she began secretly introducing Lilim to the world beyond the carefully constructed bubble her father had so meticulously crafted. On nights when Agramon was preoccupied with diplomatic meetings or away on business, Moura would whisk Lilim away, exposing her to the realities of life outside the Nocturne manor.Little by little, Lilim began to see the cracks in the facade. She came to understand how she had been used as a tool for power, her natural gifts weaponized to further her father’s ambitions. The realization was sobering. Those who had stumbled after her, intoxicated by her presence under the guise of love and pleasure, were not mere servants or suitors—they were the sons and daughters of political opponents, individuals with grievances, and anyone bold enough to challenge Agramon’s dominion.She had once been blissfully ignorant, but now she understood the full, devastating truth. While she had been lavishly enjoying the fruits of her latent powers, she had unknowingly ensnared countless demons—each with lives, families, and cherished memories of their own—into a life of inebriated servitude. They were not lovers, nor loyal subjects, but victims of an aphrodisiac she had no control over producing. Her very existence had eroded their autonomy, their memories, and their will, leaving her to grapple with the weight of the harm she had caused.Finally coming to terms with her role in the chaos and pain surrounding her, Lilim entered a pivotal stage in her life, one that would define her character. She wrestled with the crushing guilt of her actions and the simmering anger toward her father for allowing it all to happen. This inner turmoil culminated in a confrontation with Agramon—one that would forever alter the fate of the Nocturne family.With unwavering resolve, Lilim vowed never to be used as a bargaining chip in her father’s relentless pursuit of power again. Her declaration shook the very foundation of his schemes. Agramon, furious yet trapped by the reality of his dependence on her natural gifts, found himself with no recourse. The same talents that had built his empire had now become his chains. Though reluctant and seething with anger, he had no choice but to accept her defiance, marking the beginning of a new chapter for the Nocturne legacy.For centuries, Lilim lived in self-imposed isolation, ordering any servant to stay far away and locking herself away in the confines of her chambers. She refused to risk anyone falling under the influence of her aphrodisiac while she tirelessly studied, desperate to rid herself of the curse she had been born with. Visitors were allowed to speak to her only from the other side of her door—never face to face—for fear that even the briefest closeness might strip them of their autonomy, reducing them to mere slaves to her allure.The few companions she did allow into her life were fellow succubi or incubi, though she found that few shared her intellectual pursuits or could understand the weight of her struggles. The only true solace she found was in her mother, Moura. Moura often visited her daughter’s room, urging her to step out into the ever-changing world beyond the manor. But Lilim was resolute, vowing not to leave until she could fully control her power.So, Moura committed herself to helping her daughter. For many years, they worked together in secret, experimenting and refining techniques to help Lilim harness and suppress the constant production of the lustful aphrodisiac that had plagued her since birth. Moura’s unwavering dedication and love gave Lilim a glimmer of hope that, perhaps one day, she might reclaim the freedom she so desperately sought.Unbeknownst to Lilim, or even Agramon, Moura had been doing some research of her own. After years under her unloving husband’s heel and watching the world she spent millennia trying to prepare for herself and her family crumble and deteriorate, she searched desperately to find a cure to the hellish mutations of the lords and mistresses of the realm but found none. Realizing this, she knew what must be done.It wasn’t known by many, but a select few members of Moura’s family had hidden the knowledge that Moura was, in fact, a special child born into immense amounts of magical power, so much so that if it were used in the wrong way, it could bring about the end of the very realm.After years of study and careful research, she had finally perfected the spell she would accept as her greatest feat in life: Greater Mass Realm Warping. This spell would allow her to teleport a massive number of people of her choosing to an entirely different realm. She had used this ability in smaller amounts her whole life in service to her husband to help demons move from realm to realm, collecting emotions, lust, sins, and the like for the realm to subsist on—but never on such a massive scale.And so, to nobody’s knowledge but her own, in an act of preservation of her own ideals, family, and way of life, she put into action a plan to end the suffering of this realm that was damned to burn to the ground at the hands of the mutilated remains of once-great demonkind. As the fires rose one night and the war between nobility and the common folk came to a head, Moura looked into the crimson sky, then spoke one final incantation.“Oh crimson sky that we lie beneath and slaughter under, would you bring us swiftly the end that we crawl towards? Spare the exploited, weak, or blameless, for they still have yet to give this existence what they deserve to,” she said as an orange glow began to emanate from the sky and massive meteors materialized from immense magic circles.In one last cry of rebellion over her fate, Moura yelled, “Now go forth and forge your own destiny, my daughter, and all the sons and daughters of the realm!”With those words, Moura collapsed, her body spent, her soul consumed by the spell. Multitudes of demonkind, spared from the corruption of the world, were transported and scattered across Eorzea just before the realm they had called home for their entire lives was swallowed by fire and ruin.