Into the dark

Stefano’s bedroom was a cage, the locked door a flimsy barrier against the storm raging inside him. The Osiris ring burned on his finger, a relentless pulse that synced with the violet tattoo sprawling across his gut, its swirls alive, writhing like serpents under his skin.

His body was no longer his—black smoke poured from his pores, not steam, his flesh darkening to a cracked obsidian sheen, violet flames licking from his chest in a divine, unholy blaze. The fire of rebirth, of Nirvana, the ring called it, and it was tearing him apart.

Stefano's gut shrank to rippling muscle, veins stark against taut skin, only to bulge back to the familiar beer belly—each cycle less heavy, more defined, as if the ring were chiseling him into a perfect vessel for its corrupt powers. The fallen divinity's whispers grew louder, until the ancient temple's chanting became an unholy mass, swallowing his last shreds of humanity.

"Shitshitshit!"

Hieroglyphs etched up his arms, glowing faintly, and his claws—fuck, claws—twitched with a strength that could rend steel. Stefano’s mind screamed, a silent wail against the ring’s corruption:

I can’t do this to her.

Rebecca, the most precious, his redheaded vixen, his whole damn world—her emerald eyes, her teasing laugh, that fat, jiggly ass he’d glimpsed when her towel slipped last week. The memory hit like a ****, his incubus senses flaring, craving her heat, her need. FUCK! He was losing it, claws digging into the windowsill, splintering wood as the ring whispered:

Claim her.

Breed her

He couldn’t stay. Not with her voice still echoing—“Yesh, d-daddy…”—her purple-glow eyes, her bare skin under his stolen shirt, her panties twirled like a taunt. The ring’s hypnosis had bent her, and worse, she’d wanted it, her curiosity a mirror to his hunger.

Societal taboos, fatherly duty—they were chains fraying against the primal surge of his awakening demonic heritage. The neighbor’s pool glinted below, nine floors down, a 20-meter abyss of cold salvation. His only shot to slow the fire, to save Rebecca from the monster he was becoming. His body smoked, violet cracks glowing brighter, and he leaped, a comet of black and flame plummeting through the night.

The wind howled, the ring’s voice purred—Osiris’ chosen undying—and the pool rushed up, a mirror of stars and doom.

The splash was massive, hitting the mansion’s windows with the **** of a hail, water exploding like a geyser, waking the mom-daughter duo slumbering inside. Stefano sank, the cold a shock that clawed his burning flesh, slowing the chaotic flux.

His gut tightened, muscles locking, then relaxed, the ring’s hieroglyphs pulsing faintly, stabilizing his condition. He surfaced, gasping, claws scraping the pool’s edge, his body a hybrid—half-man, half-beast, scales glinting under moonlight, his belly still a stubborn bulge but leaner, harder.

Stefano was now sporting a dad bod. Well... One step at a time.

A voice shattered the silence, sharp and trembling: “Identify yourself! I’ve got a gun, and I’m not afraid to poke holes in you!”

Vanessa, the blonde milf neighbor, stood at the pool’s edge, her Chihuahua, Shebar, yapping until Stefano’s gaze met it. A whiff of his pheromones—raw, primal, dominating—sent the dog whimpering, fleeing into the garden. The cute dog had trespassed into the apex predator’s breeding ground, if Shebar had lingered any further then Stefano may have even petted the cute menace.

Vanessa’s aquamarine eyes widened, locked on him, her silk robe slipping to reveal thick thighs, her breath hitching as his incubus pheromone aura hit her.

“What the hell are you?” she stammered, gun shaking, but her voice cracked with something else—fear, yes, but laced with a hunger she couldn’t hide.