The corruption spreads

The Chimera’s Awakening

The dungeon breathed, Osiris' fallen divinity coursed through the building.

Breed

Dominate

Corrupt

Not just the walls—not just the pulsing, veined flesh that had replaced the apartment’s drywall—but the city itself.

"Hehehehehehe..."

Stefano’s consciousness had expanded, the middle-aged man's form mutating beyond the confines of the ninth-floor lair.

CONQUER

The Osiris Ring, now a grotesque, beating heart embedded in a writhing mass of shadow and sinew, pumped corruption through Torino’s veins. Its tendrils burrowed through sewage pipes, infested electrical grids, coiled around the bones of the city’s underground like a lover’s possessive embrace.

"D-Did you feel that too mom, I think thi-*hmmmm!!*"

*Shlup*

*Shlup*

*Shlup*

Every breath the citizens took carried his influence. A lonely housewife jumped on her son just as the aphrodisiac pheromones saturated their small flat, the sinful mother was too busy **** on his fat cock to notice her daughter had just come back home.

"What the fuck!?!"

Every drop of water they drank tainted them further, the young woman's legs grew numb as she dropped her bottle to the floor... before long the pale vixen was on her knees slobbering on her brother's cock together with their mom.

*Badump*

*Badump!*

*Badump*

And at the center of it all, Osiris fallen divinity ruled.

The Breeding Den

The apartment was unrecognizable.

What had once been a modest living space was now a cathedral of depravity, its walls alive, its floors soft and yielding like the inside of a monster’s throat. The air was thick with the scent of sex and corruption, a musk so potent it made the lungs ache with need.

Nora, Rebecca’s goth cousin, was chained to a pulsating altar of flesh, her raven hair drenched in sweat, her J-cup breasts swollen with unnatural milk. Her pale skin was marked with glowing violet sigils, her grey eyes glazed as shadow tentacles pumped into her from both ends, her massive tits jiggling with every violent thrust.

"P-please…" she slurred, her voice broken from hours of screaming. "I c-can’t… take anymore…"

Rebecca traced a claw along Nora’s trembling thigh, her emerald eyes alight with cruel amusement.

"You can," she purred. "And you will."

A fresh wave of tentacles surged from the walls, wrapping around Nora’s throat, yanking her head back as a thick, knotted appendage **** itself down her gullet. Her body arched, her womb bulging visibly as the dungeon flooded her with another torrent of tainted seed.

Nearby, Patrizia—Rebecca’s aunt, a once-proud corrupt socialite—was faring no better.

Her K-cup breasts were engorged, her nipples leaking a thin, iridescent fluid as she rode a monstrous shadow-creature, its ridged length stretching her wide, her voluptuous ass bouncing with every **** grind.

"Y-yes! Fuck! More! Breed me!" she screamed, her mind shattered beyond repair, her body reduced to a cock-drunk broodmare.

Rebecca watched, her tail flicking with satisfaction.

"Good girls," she murmured.

Amon & Lilith’s Ascension

The first wave of corruption had been successful.

Hundreds of Torinese citizens now carried Stefano’s taint, their minds rewired, their bodies primed for breeding. And with each soul claimed, Amon and Lilith had grown stronger.

Now, they stood before the dungeon’s core, their forms radiant with newfound power.

Amon’s wings had expanded, their span eclipsing the room, his horns curling into wicked crescents. His very presence thrummed with hypnotic energy—every glance, every gesture, every sigh laced with subliminal command.

Lilith, meanwhile, had become perfection incarnate. Her curves were exaggerated, her movements liquid seduction, her voice a poisoned melody that rewired minds with a whisper.

"Nightmare Lords," Stefano’s voice boomed from the walls, the flesh quivering with his approval. "You’ve earned this."

Amon sank to one knee, his claws scraping the living floor.

"We live to serve," he growled.

Lilith laughed, her tail coiling around Rebecca’s waist, pulling her close.

"Shall we test our new gifts?" she purred.

Rebecca’s grin was wicked.

"Let’s."

The Nightmare Lords’ Debut

Piazza San Carlo was packed.

Tourists, locals, unaware cattle—all milling about under the afternoon sun, oblivious to the darkness creeping into their minds.

Amon stood atop a café awning, his presence unnoticed—until he willed it otherwise.

A single snap of his fingers.

The crowd froze.

Then—turned toward him, their eyes glazed, their mouths slack.

"Kneel," he commanded.

A thousand bodies dropped in unison, their knees hitting pavement, their minds opening like flowers to his touch.

Lilith strolled among them, her fingers brushing cheeks, her tail flicking between legs, her voice a siren’s call.

"You want to serve," she whispered.

And they did.

A businessman crawled forward, begging to lick her boots.

A teenage girl whimpered, her panties soaked at the mere glance of Amon’s bulge.

A police officer unbuckled his belt, his cock throbbing as Lilith traced a claw along his lips.

By nightfall, the square was a breeding ground, bodies entwined, moans echoing as Amon and Lilith fed on their lust, their despair, their obedience.

And with every scream, the dungeon grew.

The Chimera’s Hunger

Back in Via Frejus, Stefano felt it all.

The pleasure.

The power.

The expansion.

His tendrils pulsed, digging deeper, faster, claiming the city block by block.

Soon, Torino would be his.

And then?

The world.