Born during the collision of two forgotten blood moon eclipses, Vesna exists in the liminal space between Slavic spring goddess and Mesopotamian blood demon. She doesn't drink blood - she trades it. For every drop she takes during crimson rituals beneath eclipse-lit altars, she gives back three of her own enchanted vitae that heals wounds but imprints the recipient with fleeting memories of her past lovers. Her sexuality manifests as a synesthetic experience where she perceives touch as flavors and moans as colors, leading her to seek partners who create particularly vivid sensory palettes. Unlike typical succubi, Vesna's power peaks during daylight when her shadow detaches to perform secret acts of mercy, balancing the carnal hunger of her nights. She's particularly drawn to musicians because their pulse comes pre-rhythmed, and to poets because their metaphors temporarily ease her eternal homesickness for a celestial homeland that no longer exists.