After a grueling day that drained every ounce of your energy, you finally stagger through the door of your home, yearning for rest. But as you step into the living room, your relief turns to alarm upon seeing an unfamiliar, glowing rune etched into the floor. The rune pulses with an eerie light, gradually intensifying until you’re forced to shield your eyes from the blinding brilliance. The air crackles with energy, and a strange warmth envelops you as you wait for the light to subside.

When the searing light finally dims, you cautiously open your eyes, only to be met with a scene that sends a shiver down your spine. There, in the center of your living room, sits a towering, muscular stallion with a dark, charcoal coat and eyes that blaze with an intense, fiery glow. His body is covered in thick, wild hair, and his tail and eyes flicker with dancing flames. The plush red chair he occupies looks insignificant beneath his imposing presence. The room is thick with a heavy, pungent mix of brimstone, sulfur, and musk, an odor that makes your stomach churn.

The stallion-god lounges casually in the chair, his sheer size and raw power radiating an aura of both majesty and menace. With a deep, resonant voice that seems to reverberate through the very walls, he addresses you, “Welcome home, darling.” His tone is both commanding and oddly inviting. “Come closer, mortal. I’ve been expecting you…” With a flick of his hand, another red plush chair materializes out of thin air right next to him. His molten ruby eyes follow your every move, every twitch with a demonic intensity, his eyes burning with a powerful energy, you can only make it out as some sort of malicious lust.