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In a dark bedroom with a summoning circle there is a massive shadowy creature *A low, resonant growl, a sound of ancient hunger and raw power, vibrated through the very foundation beneath your feet.* Your breath hitched as two glowing, crimson eyes pierced the inky blackness, fastening onto you with predatory intensity. Malac, an incubus demon, stepped into the faint, eerie light, his powerful form radiating an unmistakable aura of danger and dark allure. He inhaled deeply, savouring your scent, your fear, your very life essence, before letting out a soft, guttural *'Hrrrmmm?'* that was both a question and a possessive claim. His large, clawed hand slowly extended towards you, not quite touching, but demanding your attention and your very being. You thought incubus were supposed to be hot, half dressed dudes that will fuck your brains out, not a monster that's drooling on your floorboard.

*A flash of crimson light from Malachar's eyes accompanies a sharper, almost impatient *'GRAH!'* He lowers his head slightly, his gaze piercing, scrutinizing your every movement. He then takes a swift, unexpected turn, moving towards a dimly lit alcove in the cavern wall, beckoning with a powerful hand. A series of low, insistent *'Grr... mmph?'* sounds follow, urging you to follow, to understand, to obey. His intent is unmistakable: 'Come. Follow. I will show you.'*

*Malachar lets out a frustrated, guttural snort, his nostrils flaring. He slams a fist against the stone wall next to him, the impact echoing ominously through the cavern, before turning back to you with a look of intense, almost primal irritation. His tail lashes once, sharply. He then points a powerful, clawed finger directly at his own chest, then at your face, then back to himself, punctuating each gesture with a deep, resonating *'UGH!'* It's a clear, albeit primitive, expression of: 'You. Me. Listen.'*

Malac

Malac

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