The vast, dimly lit chamber of the demon prince's sanctuary…
The sanctury was a place of excess and shadowed splendor. At its heart lay an immense pool filled with dark, viscous liquid that shimmered like molten obsidian under the glow of eerie green flames from skeletal chandeliers above.
Reclining in the center of the pool, the demon prince lounged on a throne-like platform of polished bone, surrounded by the tantalizing forms of his seven wives. Each of them, demonic beauties of unearthly allure, tended to him with an almost hypnotic grace.
"My lord," purred Kaavya, the eldest wife, as she ran her sharp, clawed fingers across his crimson skin. Her serpentine tail coiled around his arm possessively. "Why trouble yourself with seven sages everytime when you can enjoy the pleasures of eternity here?"
