In the realm of shadows and echoes, where the boundary between worlds grew thin, a sinister presence stirred. It was the Demon Lord of Lust, an entity whose corporeal form had been sundered by the Hero Martian in a battle that rent the fabric of reality.
Through forbidden rites and dark incantations, the demon's essence sought refuge in a vessel forgotten by time - the lifeless husk of Dell Nightvark. As the ritual reached its crescendo, tendrils of malevolent energy coiled around the hanging form, breathing infernal life into it.
Dell's eyes snapped open, but they were no longer the eyes of the boy who had known despair. They bore the mark of something older, something darker. The fusion of souls was complete.
Snap—
"Ugh, My neck hurts... " With newfound vigor, the amalgamated being stood beneath the demonic tree, its branches creaking like the wails of a thousand lost souls. Dell Nightvark, now host to the Demon Lord of Lust, felt the surge of power coursing through him, a maelstrom of desires unquenchable.
"Hmm... Looks like the &@$€ Record has woken." He looked to the horizon, his vision sharp and all-encompassing. The journey ahead was fraught with trials, each one a crucible that would either forge him into an unstoppable force or consume him in the fires of his own desires.
And so, the Demon Lord of Lust, wearing the visage of Dell Nightvark, took his first step into a world that would tremble before the awakening of a new terror.
"...Ah Man, I wish I could fuck a girl soon."