Lelith Hesperax

Lelith Hesperax is a Succubus of the Wych cult the Cult of Strife, and undisputed champion of the gladiatoral arenas of Commoragh. She is by far the most deadly of her deadly kind, able to bring swift death with the slightest flick of her lithe limbs or flowing hair sewn with razor sharp barbs. She rarely speaks, although her voice has been compared to honeyed velvet. Most other Succubi look upon her in envy and awe. Rival Wych cults whisper that her incredible skill is unnatural -- that she was modified by the Haemonculi, or that she sleeps in a sarcophagus filled to the brim with stimulent serum. The truth is far simpler -- she is a natural born killer.

Lelith's skill in the arts of combat bear all of the hallmarks of true genius -- or at least genius as the depraved Dark Eldar would understand it. Watching Lelith slay her opponents in the arena with effortless ease is a priveledge only the wealthiest Dark Eldar can afford; to see her perform in battle or realspace raid is a dark dream come true for most Kabalites, and her artistry of death can energise and reinvigorate even the eldest of her depraved race. She is grace embodied, her movements sensual, hypnotic and spellbinding -- and utterly lethal. Although she is expert in all of the exotic weapons used by the Wych cults, she rarely fights with more than two simple but perfectly weighted blades, knives that trace a spiralling path between each fatal slash, before finishing with perfect flourish and poise. She uses her body as a weapon as well as her blades: her long mane of silky hair is sewn through with barbs and hooks, and she uses it like the shardnets of the Yraqnae; her long legs and bare beet are edged with spurs, and her fingernails have been reinforced and honed to scalpel sharpness. Her physical dexterity is supernatural: she can slice open a throat with a perfect pirouette kick, or kill a dozen great warriors in the space of a few seconds.

Many a foe has found to their cost that armour of any thickness, even Terminator armour, provides no defence whatsoever to Lelith's simple knives: they are aimed with such incredible precision and artistry that they will always find a chink, no matter how small, that draws blood -- often lifesblood. She is so quicksilver-fast that she is almost impossible to land a blow upon in close combat, and even almost impossible to hit with a shot from distance, being far more agile than any mere Wych or Succubus.

Uniquely among the Wych cults, Lelith does not use combat drugs to increase her performance, both because she has never had to, and because she prefers to be clear headed -- all the better to appreciate the delicate nuances of the death of her victims. To forsake chemical enhancement in the lightning-fast world of the arenas is generally suicide, yet Lelith's flesh has never once borne the scar of a single wound. Her disciples, the Cult of Strife, maintain that Lelith Hesperax needs nothing more than a simple piece of sharpened steel to take on any foe, a claim that seems all too correct in its assertion.