The door shattered with a thunderous crash, and dust bloomed like a dying flower, curling around their feet.
The room beyond unfurled in a haunting spectacle.
It was rows upon rows of incubi, standing in unnatural formation like soldiers of some forgotten lustful god.
They were tall, unnaturally lean, with skin like molten onyx glistening with sweat and smoke. Sharp horns curled from their foreheads, some polished to a demonic sheen, others jagged like broken blades.
Eros the God of ludt could sense it. These men had bodies were carved from desire and destruction — sculpted chests, veined arms, and loincloths that barely concealed their animalistic arousal.
But it was their eyes that struck terror — wild, frothing orbs of red and gold, swirling like galaxies spun by madness. They drooled and hissed, and when they saw the intruders, they screamed in a mix of ecstasy and madness.
