The corruption spreads across the city

The Silent Corruption

The night air over Torino hung thick with unspent rain, the kind that clung to skin like a lover’s sweat. The city’s lights shimmered through the haze, neon reflections bleeding across wet pavement—perfect camouflage for what slithered through the shadows.

Amon moved first.

His Nephilim form had matured into something elegant in its monstrosity—tall, broad-shouldered, his crimson eyes glinting beneath the hood of a designer coat. The human disguise was flawless.

"Huu!?"

The woman who answered the door of the modest apartment in San Salvario didn’t even blink when he smiled, the demonspawn's fangs hidden behind lips trained to charm.

"Sorry to bother you so late," he murmured, his low baritone laced with hypnotic charisma. "Building inspection. Water leak... dripping... from the unit above."

The woman—early thirties, tired eyes, a faded university sweatshirt hanging off one shoulder—sighed and stepped aside. "A-Again? Last month it was the electrical... come inside, I'll make you something to... drink."

Amon’s grin deepened as he crossed the threshold.

"Yess... we are very thirsty."

Behind him, unseen, Lilith slid through the cracked door, the succubus' shadow form rippling like ink spilled across reality.

"We? I-Is there someone else with you... should I make another cup?"

The corruption had begun.

First Blood

The apartment smelled of microwave meals and lavender detergent. A child’s crayon drawing was taped to the fridge. A family home. Oh so quiet.

"Not for long..."

Perfect.

Lilith’s claws traced the edge of the couch as the pale beauty led Amon to the bathroom.

"This entire condo must be cursed, there is an issue few weeks..."

She didn’t notice the way the shadows lengthened, how the air grew heavier, how her pulse jumped when Amon’s fingers brushed her wrist as he accepted a glass of water.

"You’re alone tonight, Anita?" he asked, tilting his head.

"My husband’s on night shift," she replied, then frowned. Why had she volunteered that? And how did he know her name!?

Amon’s eyes glowed.

"Good."

The glass shattered on the floor.

"Hmmmph!!"

Before she could scream, Lilith was on her, one clawed hand muffling her mouth while the other ripped the sweatshirt down her arms. The woman thrashed, her eyes wild—until Amon’s power surged, his voice sinking into her mind like a blade through silk.

"You want this."

The curvy housewife's body locked. Then—betrayed her.

"Nnngh!"

A moan vibrated against Lilith’s palm as the young woman’s nipples pebbled under her thin bra. Amon licked a stripe up her slender neck, the sex demon's forked tongue leaving a tingling trail of aphrodisiac venom.

"We’ll start slow," he whispered. "For practice."

Lilith laughed, her free hand yanking the woman’s leggings down, the succubus' claws scraping the soft flesh of Anita's inner thighs.

"The slut’s already dripping," she mocked.

The woman whimpered, her wide hips jerking as Amon’s claws sank into her soaked folds, the incubus' throbbing, ridged cock pressing against her unprotected slit.

No foreplay.

"OHMYGODD!!!"

No mercy.

Just a single, brutal thrust that stretched her wide, the sinful housewife's cunt clenching around the unnatural girth as Amon fucked her deep, the nephilim's glans pounding against the

Lilith watched, the succubus' own demonic prick emerging from between her thighs, slick and glistening.

"Your turn," Amon growled.

"F-FUCK!! YESS!"

The woman screamed as Lilith entered her fat ass, the double penetration filling the young woman's holes beyond human limits, Anita's hungry womb flooded with Amon’s tainted seed even as her mind shattered under their hypnotic command.

By dawn, she’d forgotten the invasion.

"Sweetie... y-yes, everything is ok... I just wanted to tell you, our wish came true. We are gonna give our son three sisters!!"

But Anita's belly would swell.

And in three days, she’d invite her husband to taste the change.

The Network Spreads

Across Torino, the pattern repeated.

"Yes, mistress!! F-Fill me up!"

A barista in Porta Palazzo, bent over the espresso machine as Lilith rode her from behind, her aphrodisiac pheromones lacing the morning coffee.

"Oooh daddy, you are getting so big inside me!!"

A police officer in Aurora, pinned to his squad car’s backseat by Amon’s spawn, the middle-aged man's uniform stained with his own release as the succubi hypnosis rewired their mind to serve.

"Nnngh!!"

Deep inside the sex demons' illusion he was too busy pumping his daughter full of cum to notice each creampie drained precious vitality.

*Plap!*

*Glock!!*

*Plap!*

A schoolteacher in Vanchiglia, gagged with her own scarf as a dozen Nephilim took turns filling her on her classroom floor, her breeding assigned to corrupt the entire school board.

Each infection pulsed back to the dungeon’s core.

"Yesss... more."

Each orgasm fed the Osiris Ring's fallen divinity.

BREED

Stefano, merged with the building’s flesh, the incubus patriarch felt it all—the pleasure, the terror, the moment each breeding sow broke and embraced their new purpose.

"It is going as planned..."

Rebecca, ever the dutiful queen, monitored the brood.

"The city will be ours within a month," she murmured, his daughter's claws tracing a map of Torino etched into the dungeon’s living wall.

"Indeed... humans are weak... to desire... you will teach them... teach them darling, how to serve is to... please."

Stefano’s laughter shook the foundations.

"Then let’s celebrate."

With a sudden burst of power, the incubus' main body left the Dungeon matrix, Osiris Champion's towering frame cast a dark shadow over the redhead vixen's slender body.

"Hmmm, yes!! I've been waiting for this so lo-OHMYGODD!! HARDER!!!"

Stefano yanked her against his twisted throne, his monstrous cock piercing the pale succubus' cunt in one violent thrust.

*Plap!*

*Plap!!*

*Plap!*

Rebecca screamed in pleasure, the demonic beauty's leathery wings flaring as her father bred her again and again, their union seeding the next wave of corruption.