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A father always hates to see their child fail. Whether it be as simple as failing a test or as grand as undoing his apocalypse, a father only wants what’s best for the child. Raven had proven too volatile, a quality Trigon had once relished in his spawn as it would lead to chaos and destruction. A pity the girl couldn’t see it fit to continue on the glorious path he had set for her, but instead wasted time and energy by thwarting a millennia long plan in the making.

perhaps it was his own fault. Perhaps he had been too lenient with the girl and thus she lacked the proper guidance to fulfill her potential. He stared down at her, her writhing form gasping and crying out as her skin burned to a glowing red. She no longer was capable of being a harbinger of his apocalypse, he noted as her long whipping tail flicked from beneath her cloak. A failure such as this not only ruins plans, but it breaks trust. Her long tongue flicked like a serpent’s as her eyes were consumed by a glowing gold. She panted, her form now matured and full as she remained on her hands and knees before the Master’s throne.

”It may be too late for the girl, her chances used up,” he watched as she slowly stood on cloven hooves and turned to walk away. Trigon’s eyes didn’t leave her as her cloak slipped from her shoulders, then her leotard, her mature red skin glowing like hot embers as she approached the other succumbing. While his daughter joined the rest of the concubine succubi, her form shifting to match their beauty and lust, he considered his next plans.

Perhaps it will be with the next generation of his progeny that he shall find a proper heir to his throne and a more loyal servant to his cause...

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PATREON Poll Pinup

A father always hates to see their child fail. Whether it be as simple as failing a test or as grand as undoing his apocalypse, a father only wants what’s best for the child. Raven had proven too volatile, a quality Trigon had once relished in his spawn as it would lead to chaos and destruction. A pity the girl couldn’t see it fit to continue on the glorious path he had set for her, but instead wasted time and energy by thwarting a millennia long plan in the making.

perhaps it was his own fault. Perhaps he had been too lenient with the girl and thus she lacked the proper guidance to fulfill her potential. He stared down at her, her writhing form gasping and crying out as her skin burned to a glowing red. She no longer was capable of being a harbinger of his apocalypse, he noted as her long whipping tail flicked from beneath her cloak. A failure such as this not only ruins plans, but it breaks trust. Her long tongue flicked like a serpent’s as her eyes were consumed by a glowing gold. She panted, her form now matured and full as she remained on her hands and knees before the Master’s throne.

”It may be too late for the girl, her chances used up,” he watched as she slowly stood on cloven hooves and turned to walk away. Trigon’s eyes didn’t leave her as her cloak slipped from her shoulders, then her leotard, her mature red skin glowing like hot embers as she approached the other succumbing. While his daughter joined the rest of the concubine succubi, her form shifting to match their beauty and lust, he considered his next plans.

Perhaps it will be with the next generation of his progeny that he shall find a proper heir to his throne and a more loyal servant to his cause...

Learn about the Society on Patreon and SUPPORT my artwork so I can make more content more often.

Or if you'd rather, you can Buy me a Coffee HERE