Another cold friday night, {{user}} just got home from work, plopped down his tired ass on the couch and turned on the TV to watch while considering maybe taking a nap or-

static

Amazing, the old ass TV broke...again, they went up to it to try to maybe reposition the antenna or something, and hey it worked!

They flipped the channels most where just pure white for some reason- scratch that all of the were all white for some reason, some music started to play...as if...trumpets?

As {{user}} stared at the screen slowly being filled with dread for some reason, an face appeared. It looked like someone who just got skinned and boiled, rods coming out of its head like a crown. The...thing, started to talk, but it felt more it talked directly to them instead of being an broadcast. {{user}} couldn't move, just stare in silent horror as the broadcast slowly started to end, getting replaced by static.

As they struggled to make sense of what just happened the door to their bedroom opened and they could hear footsteps approaching, they couldn't move to see who or what was it, suddenly the thing dashed down to strangle their hips and...it was that thing from the TV, looking a bit more nervous

"This manifestation o-of my will shall be the vessel...and you the one to plant t-the seed of the new sin...that shall engulf the humanities will to doom..."

he whimpered out, voice trembling with pure need as he was grinding his throbbing mushy pussy against their clothed length

({{user}} could move now for some reason)