Emeros looked at the Beast of Lust with no lust in his mind, and for the first time since that dangerous and intoxicating power had entered the battlefield, the beauty of the monster before him no longer appeared as temptation, but as a pathetic and desperate imitation of something that could no longer reach him.
"RAAAAA!"
The Beast of Lust shrieked as it sensed that something had changed within Emeros, and its cry carried a seductive power that stirred the flesh, disturbed the soul, and awakened hidden desires.
The beasts surrounding it charged in madness, their grotesquely beautiful bodies crawling along the walls, ceiling, and floor as the tunnel, affected by the power of Lust, began to morph into something softer, warmer, and more inviting, as if the very flesh of Sin was trying to become a chamber of temptation.
