There are those in the Catacomb Gardens who still remember her name. Once a creature of grace and silken charm, Succubeloved walked among the skeletal courtiers with a smile that promised devotion—and delivered ruin. Her allure was never forced; it was drawn forth by those who adored her. They leaned closer, willingly, until their own warmth flickered out like candles beneath her breath.
Her necklace mirrors that soft, sinister pull: carved skulls stretch into ghostly faces, framed by blood-bright red jade that glows as if lit from within. Sunstone lends its faint shimmer, a deceitful echo of life, and tiny bone-toned spacers glint like whispers of the souls already claimed. At her center hangs a crimson cameo—a skeletal lady, elegant and empty, her beauty eternal because it no longer beats.
Yet she’s irresistible still. The magnetic clasp that closes her strand doesn’t just hold—it draws. As if even the metal remembers her gravity. To wear Succubeloved is to toy with that same danger: to walk the edge between devotion and decay, knowing she’s far too charming to resist.
She’ll love you to the bone
Care Notes: Handle Succubeloved with respect—her magnet may be strong, but her clasp’s will is not eternal. Avoid tugging the strand to remove her; release her hold gently from the clasp instead. Even love that lasts forever deserves a delicate touch.
