Sulfur stung his nostrils before his eyes opened. Kael woke curled inside a ribcage the size of a small house, iron bars welded from demon femurs. Heat rolled in waves from volcanic pits below. Chains clinked when he moved. He was small again, no taller than a wolf cub, fur patchy black and crimson, tail stubby, claws dull nubs. Floor 6: the Infernal Menagerie, breeding grounds of the Demon Beast Harem.
The curse had outdone itself. He was a runt beastkin, lowest caste, scheduled for the evening's gladiatorial orgy. Winners claimed mating rights. Losers became dinner.
Four hundred and thirty previous lives' worth of memory crashed against the bars of his skull. Five Stigmas burned beneath coarse fur: kraken coils across his chest, shadow voids on his thigh, chrome wings on his abdomen, pearl nautilus on his lower back, golden gears along his spine. Power coiled, waiting for puberty's spark.
A whip cracked. "Up, filth. Queen Lilith wants fresh meat for the festival."
The overseer was a minotaur twice Kael's future height, horns polished, loincloth straining. Kael bared tiny fangs and allowed himself to be dragged.
The arena blazed under a crimson sky split by three moons. Tiered seats overflowed with demon nobility: succubi with wings like stained glass, incubi flexing barbed tails, beast lords roaring bets in tongues that tasted of ash. At the apex sat the royal dais, draped in silks spun from screams.
Queen Lilith lounged on a throne of living lovers fused into furniture. Her skin shimmered obsidian and gold. Horns curved elegantly, eyes molten ruby. Six wings folded like a cloak of midnight. Tail ended in a heart-shaped spade that dripped venomous honey. She wore nothing but chains of adamantine that somehow accentuated every lethal curve.
When her gaze found Kael, the arena hushed. Recognition lit those ruby depths like hellfire meeting gasoline.
The minotaur shoved him into the pit. Sand scorched his paws. Opposite gate rose. A champion entered: a lion-dragon hybrid the size of an elephant, mane aflame, cock already unsheathed and barbed. The crowd roared approval.
Kael's body surged. Curse-fueled growth cracked bones. In heartbeats, he doubled, tripled, quadrupled in size. Fur thickened to an armoured pelt. Muscles corded. Claws lengthened to scimitars. He stood eight feet at the shoulder, tail lashing craters in the sand.
The lion-dragon charged.
Kael met it head-on. Eternal Chrono Abyss Draco Shadow Kraken Tempest exploded outward. Time looped the beast's roar into a single endless note. Abyssal pressure crushed ribs. Shadow voids swallowed limbs. Draconic plasma ignited blood. Kraken tentacles of storm erupted from the sand, wrapping, squeezing, and popping joints like fireworks.
Ten seconds. The champion was pulp.
Silence. Then the arena erupted. Nobles hurled gold and jewels. Succubi licked lips. Incubi adjusted loincloths.
Lilith rose. Chains clinked musically. "Bring the runt to my chambers. Unharmed."
Guards obeyed.
Her private sanctum floated above the volcano on chains thick as bridges. Walls of black glass reflected infinite versions of desire. The floor was a writhing orgy of silk and flesh, lesser demons frozen mid-coitus as a living carpet.
She dismissed the guards with a flick of her tail. Door sealed.
"You grew," she purred, circling. "I remember a cabin boy. A dark elf bastard. A mecha prince. A merfolk saint's lover. A time-witch's husband. And now this delicious beast."
Kael's voice rumbled deep. "I remember a sky captain who tasted like thunder. An empress who bled shadows. A dragon who burned stars. A saintess whose song cracked worlds. A professor who looped my heart nine hundred and ninety-nine times."
Lilith stopped before him. Claws traced his Stigmas through fur. Each touch sent lightning to his sheath. His cock slid free, knotted, barbed, already dripping pre that sizzled on the floor.
"I waited," she whispered. "Every floor I felt you climb. Every death I mourned in ways queens are not supposed to mourn."
He nuzzled her throat, fangs grazing. "Then let me make you feel alive."
They collided.
She was smaller yet dominated at first, her wings enveloping, her tail coiling around his waist. Claws raked furrows that healed instantly. He submitted, rolling to his back. She mounted, sinking onto his length with a moan that shattered nearby glass.
Heat infernal. Her inner walls milked with demonic precision, ridges massaging every barb. Mana surged volcanically. Six Stigmas are prepared to fuse.
He flipped her. Pinned wrists above horns. Thrust deep, knot swelling. She screamed in pleasure that peeled paint from the walls.
Stigmas ignited. A sixth tattoo seared across his sternum: bat wings wreathed in hellfire and chains. Stigma Six complete. Hybrid spell: *Infernal Chrono Abyss Draco Shadow Kraken Tempest*. He could now burn timelines, loop damnation, and shadow-flay souls across centuries.
They rolled for hours. Positions blurred. On the throne of lovers. Against windows overlooking erupting volcanoes. Suspended by her wings while his tail was anchored to chains. Each climax painted the room in new colours of fire and shadow.
At the peak, she bit his throat, venom flooding his veins. Ecstasy and agony fused. He knotted fully, seed flooding her in gouts that overflowed, sizzling on silk.
They collapsed amid ruined furniture.
Lilith traced the new wings. "Six Ladies. Six deaths. You have eighteen hours left before love kills you again."
He licked blood from her lips. "Then we burn the clock."
The festival raged below. Nobles demanded the queen's presence. She ignored them. Instead, they plotted. Jealous concubines, led by the Archduchess of Gluttony, a bloated spider demon who coveted Lilith's throne and harem.
Night deepened. Alarms of brimstone horns. The palace shook. Rebellion.
Lilith armed in seconds: whip of living flame, crown of screaming souls. Kael grew further, ten feet, fifteen, beast form towering.
They strode into the great hall. Rebels swarmed: thousands of demon beasts, succubi archers, incubi berserkers. At the fore, Archduchess Gluttony spun webs of hunger that devoured flesh on contact.
Battle erupted.
Kael became an apocalypse. Infernal tempests looped enemy charges into infinite slaughter. Chrono flames aged warriors to dust in heartbeats. Abyssal shadows swallowed legions. Draconic plasma boiled blood oceans.
Lilith danced beside him, whip cracking necks, wings shredding wings. Their synergy was erotic violence. Each kill synced with a pulse of shared mana.
The Archduchess lunged, maw unhinging to swallow the throne whole. Kael met her mid-air. Claws pierced chitin. He forced Infernal Chrono Tempest down her throat. Time looped inside her belly. She aged a billion years in seconds, crumbling to ash that still screamed out in agony.
Rebels broke. Survivors knelt.
But victory revealed the floor boss early. The Menagerie Leviathan, a chimeric horror of every failed breeding experiment, rose from the volcanic pits. Thousand mouths. Million tentacles. Eyes that showed lovers devouring each other across realities.
It seized Lilith in barbed chains. Dragged her toward the magma.
Kael roared. Full power. Twenty-foot titan of fur and Stigma fire. He charged.
The fight lasted subjective days. He looped wounds closed. Burned timelines where she died. Shadow-phased through acid blood. Kraken tentacles restrained mouths. Draconic wings shielded her. Abyssal pressure collapsed limbs. Chrono gears rewound dismemberment. Infernal flames purified corruption.
At the core, he found the heart: a pulsing orgy of fused demon lovers. He dove inside. Found Lilith bound at the centre.
They coupled one last time amid the chaos. The knot swelled. Seed ignited the heart from within. Hybrid spell ultimate: *Apocalyptic Eternal Infernal Chrono Abyss Draco Shadow Kraken Tempest*.
The Leviathan detonated. Shockwave levelled half the palace.
The ascent gate yawned in the crater. A spiral of souls leading upward.
Lilith, wounded mortal, clung to his fur. "Go. I'll rebuild. Wait for you on higher floors."
He carried her through flames. "Never leaving you behind again."
They crossed together.
Death struck mid-step. Love too fierce. Heart burst in hellfire.
Rebirth. Cold. Sterile.
He awoke in a filing cabinet. Paper cuts on tiny fingers.
Floor 7. Celestial Bureaucracy.
Angel Auditor Seris's stamp is already descending.
Six Ladies bound. Hellfire wings on his sternum smoked faintly.
The tower hungered for more.