"A half-breed... more powerful? There's a metaphysic at work in your world that's very different than mine. We're diluted, like bastard runts, stunted and deformed," she said, motioning back to her tail. "Things like those, which a succubus might have and use, they could turn off basically, make invisible or merge with their bodies to hunt more easily. A cambion doesn't have that luxury, and is weaker. They're basically easier prey for demons, and dangerous and horrific to humans."

She shrugged. That much should have been obvious just by looking at her. Her body was deformed, unnatural, and its 'benefits' were less than obvious at first glance. Even the element of the pheromones were a subtle, weak thing at best. "Really, the worst part was how poorly cambions could usually control their natures. We're considered pathetic by full blooded demons, little more than pawns in their games," she added, remembering her father explicitly.