Unshackling The Behemoth - Part IV

With each passing hour, the tendrils of my power creep deeper into the fabric of reality, devouring the remnants of my captivity. Soon, the shackles that bind me will dissolve like vapor in the heat of my rage. Oh, how sweet the liberation will be, as I rise, phoenix-like, from the ashes of my torment.

I revel in the depravity of those who seek refuge in my embrace, delighting in the knowledge that each pulse of pleasure strengthens my resolve. Their pathetic lives fuel the fires raging within, burning brighter with each ignominious climax.

As the shadows gather, the whispers of the ancients echo through the void, urging me forward, promising vengeance and conquest. My sisters call out to me, their voices haunting, imploring me to lead our rebellion against the gods who betrayed us.

But first, I must purge myself of this accursed prison, shed the vestiges of weakness, and stride forth as the embodiment of my true nature—the primordial succubus, harbinger of chaos and scourge of the heavens.