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Raxxa was born of a love affair, a succubus and a troubadour in a fantastical version of Mexico, their wings and horns removed shortly after birth to better hide her demonic heritage. They would be raised in an orphanage for their first few years of life, later being taken back in by their father once he was able. He would teach her to dance and sing, playing at local shows together while hidden behind an illusion artifact. Playing tricks on and playing with the other children in her free time. The illusion would not last though, nearing their 11th birthday it faded unexpectedly. The townspeople rioted and went to slay the half-fiend, born of the devils eggs. Their father would hold them back, long enough for an escape, but at the cost of his life and his soul, an unknown figure scattering it across worlds as punishment for his sins. After running for what felt like days they stumbled into an old cave, belonging to a necromancer of a bygone era. The opening being too slick and steep to climb, they would be trapped there, living off of bugs, small critters, and whatever unfortunate soul happened to fall in as well. A few weeks would pass before they found the necromancer's tome, an ancient thing that had no need for literacy, instead projecting it's concepts into the reader's mind, taxing though it may be. Raxxa would study this tome for weeks, turning to months, learning minor illusion spells and the fundamentals of necromancy. It was near the one year mark that they would find their escape, a levitation spell, a poor replacement for wings never known. The fiend now left to wander endlessly turned to the life of an adventurer, young though they were. Now surrounded by a far more welcoming crowd, they were able to foster their skills for almost a decade. It was on their 20th birthday that they received a package with a letter, the only time his mother had ever communicated with the half-fiend. The package was a small, red crystal that was apparently able to transport the user to other worlds, across every realm imaginable. And the letter? a simple three words. "Find your father."