Get a better look at the temple

You've safely traversed the black lake, but, now that you're here, you feel a moment of hesitancy when confronted with the assembled throng of hell-denizens. You look back to the black barge of Bulgarmet, but the ship has already vanished, almost as if it had never existed. How easily might you cease to exist? The image of your twin's last moments assails your thoughts... her body drawn into the innards of your would-be **** master, her face - your face - contorted with terror, causes you to shudder.

After that gruesome experience, you need to cling to something familiar, even if what passes for familiar in this place is twisted and utterly unwholesome. You're not sure whether its the image of the daemoness or simply the concept of a structure dedicated to some higher (lower?) purpose that has attracted you to the temple, but it couldn't hurt to satisfy your curiosity. You'd nearly pass right by it on your way toward the mountain road anyway, so it won't cost you but a few minutes if it turns out there's nothing for you.

When you get closer, you can make out more details of the structure. Like any temple you're accustomed to, it's a large building, ornate in its way with symbols representative of the god, or in this case the daemon, it was devoted to, statues of various important figures, and reliefs depicting important events. What strikes you in particular is how similar the arrangement of the features are to temples of the Burning Rose you once visited during your mortal life. A frieze runs along the top edge of the outer perimeter of the building, mosaic symbols decorate the floors, and so on.

That's where the similarities end - none of the imagery of your once-beloved goddess was ever so graphic as any of the details you're seeing now. Most of the scenes depict comely women being defiled in every which way, and many of them bear daemon marks upon their bloated bellies, or are in the process of having their flesh twisted into new daemonic forms. Something about all of this seems... familiar. Not quite right, but close enough to the truth. You can almost picture yourself as one of the succubi depicted in the graphic art. It feels like some vivid memory is lurking just beneath the surface of your consciousness to remind you about your past life - you're surprised when it doesn't come, and a bit disappointed.

Part of you is saddened to see that the art has decayed overtime, and has actually been defaced in places. Crude runes belonging to some profane order or daemon lord... or perhaps just some Abyssal slang... have been carved into the faces of many of the images, mighty succubus cocks have been chiseled away and fed to their own mouths, and a magnificent statue bearing a proud warrior daemoness has had its limbs and head smashed to rubble.

A daemoness emerges from within the temple, her silver skin and lavender hair are an odd but attractive combination, and her face is quite pretty. Her body, barely concealed by gossamer robes, is likewise very attractive, curvy, but not obscenely so - she's perfectly put together, but not reeking of sexuality like so many other succubi you've seen. "Perhaps that's this one's appeal," you think to yourself as you realize you haven't been able to take your eyes off of her. She meets your gaze, smiles, and slips back inside the temple. You were so distracted by her elegant beauty that you failed to notice what she even did when she came outside.

Captivated by the daemonic priestess, you follow her inside. The interior of the temple is better preserved than the outside. You're not surprised to find several groups scattered among the sanctuary locked in coitus, some couplings but also threesomes or more. The sex seems almost reverent, if such a word can apply to daemons. The center of the temple is dominated by a large, circular altar, and at the center of that, an enormous statue similar to the one you saw outside, except that the attractive face framed by wild mane of hair and four, delicately-muscled arms are intact.

"Welcome, sister," You were so in awe that you didn't notice the attractive succubus from before approaching you. "I am Riala. Welcome to the Temple of Hecata. Have you come to serve, or to be served?"