They had barely taken three steps into the clubhouse turned orgy party when a huge shadown lunged from a dark corner towards them.
"Akira, look out!" Ayaka shouted, shoving him hard to the side.
Akira rolled away, heart pounding. The club's security guards… or whatever they had become, were monsters now.
Their ripped uniforms barely covered swollen muscles, veins pulsing black under skin, eyes burning red with evil energy. One swung a glowing hand at him with extended claws.
"What the hell are these things?" Akira yelled, dodging the attack, feeling the air crackling with dark power.
"Incubus Thralls," Ayaka replied, her dagger flashing as she sliced across the closest one's chest.
Black goo sprayed out, but the creature just roared without going down. "The gate twists strong people first. They don't need weapons; their touch hits like pure lust. One brush, and you're paralyzed, burning with need, begging for release."
