The Osiris Temple expands

The Demon King’s Gambit: A Tenth of Divinity Stolen

The Osiris ring on Nero’s finger burned black, its golden filigree now threaded with veins of obsidian energy.

Andras, the Marquis of Discord, laughed—a sound like glass shattering in a cathedral—as he felt the pull of the artifact’s power.

"You would dare, little incubus?" the demon king hissed, his owl-like eyes gleaming with dark amusement.

Nero’s smirk was feral, his fingers tightening around the ring as he activated its deepest function—absorption.

"I don’t ask permission," he purred.

The air between them ripped open, a vortex of dark divinity swirling as the ring latched onto Andras’ essence, drinking deep.

For a moment, the Marquis did not resist.

He let Nero taste his power, let him believe he had won—

Then, with a twist of his will, Andras severed the connection, his form dissolving into smoke and shadow.

"A tenth is yours," the demon's voice echoed from the void. The rest? You are not yet worthy."

And then—

He was gone.

Back to the Demon Realm, leaving Nero standing amidst the aftermath, the antediluvian still pulsing with stolen power.

The Expansion: Breeding Farms of Torino

Nero exhaled, rolling his shoulders as the new energy settled into his veins.

A tenth of a demon king’s divinity was no small prize.

And he had plans for it.

Beyond the crypt, beyond the Osiris Temple’s hidden chambers, his empire was growing.

Farms.

Not of crops—of flesh.

Purchased under the guise of agricultural development, these sprawling estates now housed livestock of a different kind.

Men, once fathers and husbands, now rutting studs, their minds erased by bliss, their bodies repurposed for seed.

Women, once wives and daughters, now bioreactors, their wombs swollen with demonic pregnancies, their breasts dripping with corrupted milk.

And the product?

Celestial Bliss.

Incubus cum powder.

The most addictive substance in the mortal world.

Nero smiled, running a finger along a glass vial filled with iridescent liquid—distilled pleasure, ready for distribution.

"Production is increasing," murmured Miss Serabelle, her golden eyes glowing as she stroked her own pregnant belly, another batch of demon-spawn growing within her.

"Good," Nero replied, his voice a dark caress. "We’ll need more."

The Masquerade: Enrico Pecorelli’s Fall

To the outside world, Nero was no longer a shadowy cult leader.

He was Enrico Pecorelli—billionaire, philanthropist, Stefano’s greatest nemesis.

The real Enrico?

Gone.

His mind broken, the old man's body repurposed, his identity stolen.

And his daughter, Jezebel?

Nero smirked, stepping into the gilded penthouse overlooking Piazza San Carlo, where the young woman knelt, her naked body already marked by his touch.

"Jezebel," he purred, his fingers tracing the incubus crest between her perky breasts.

She shivered, the slender vixen's blue eyes glazed with his cum, her luscious red lips parted in worship.

"Y-yes, Master?"

Nero grabbed her hair, forcing her to meet his gaze.

"You remember your father?"

A flicker of pain crossed her face—a remnant of the woman she had been, the heiress she was supposed to become.

Then it vanished, replaced by blissful submission.

"He was… weak," she whispered.

Nero laughed, his free hand sliding between her thighs, his fingers slick with her arousal.

"And you?"

She arched, her voice breaking.

"I’m yours."

The Marshal’s Corruption: Augusto Federini’s Bargain

Keeping an operation this vast hidden required help.

And Nero had just the right man.

Marshal Augusto Federini—Torino’s highest lawman, a grizzled old wolf with a hunger for power and a failing marriage.

Nero had fixed both. Relying on his incubus shadow clone to weave the dark conspiracy.

"Master... M-More, give me more cum..."

The marshal’s wife, once on the verge of leaving him, now clung to him like a devoted puppy, her mind softened by bliss.

And his daughter?

"W-Wait, I'll be good!! D-Dad?! Why are you watch... OHMYGOD!!"

Nero grinned, remembering how the slender vixen had screamed when he first entered her, the way her eyes rolled back as the Celestial Bliss took root.

Now, she was just another ****, the once haughty slut's body used for breeding, her mind a hollow vessel.

And Augusto?

He knew.

And he allowed it.

For a price.

"Another shipment," the marshal grunted, his weary eyes avoiding Nero’s as he signed the documents, falsified or not, he didn't give a shit anymore.

The old bastard had become a **** to the same corrupt poison he was helping spread.

"And the inspections?" Nero mused, the incubus' fingers drumming on the desk.

Augusto swallowed.

"Handled."

Nero leaned in, his voice a whisper.

"Good dog."

The Future: A City in Chains

As night fell over Torino, Nero stood at the window of his penthouse, watching the lights flicker below.

His city.

"Soon... All of Eden will fall."

His farms expanded.

Osiris Champion's breeding slaves multiplied.

His enemies broken or absorbed.

And soon?

Stefano would return.

Nero’s fingers tightened around the Osiris ring, the stolen divinity within pulsing.

"Soon I won't be caged by this dark crypt anymore..."

They were ready.