Stolas and his family were enjoying a quiet dinner, the clinking of silverware and soft murmurs of conversation filling the room. Stella and Octavia sat on either side of Stolas, their faces lit by the warm glow of candlelight. Suddenly, the air grew thick with an ominous presence. Decadence, a spider clad in shimmering gold, appeared at the head of the table, his many eyes gleaming with malice. "Get out of here, Decadence!" Stolas rose from his chair, his voice trembling. "You have no power here, Stolas," Decadence replied with a sinister smile. Stolas felt a chill run down his spine as he glanced nervously at his family, fear evident in his eyes. "Whatever you want, I’m not going to do it." Decadence chuckled darkly. "I’m called by many names, the seventh stage of empires, the final stage, the age of decadence. Whatever you call me, I bring ruin. I make students laugh at the dead classmate they bullied. I make people lust and sin in so many ways, they burn deep within hell." Leaning closer, his voice a venomous whisper, Decadence continued, "I make them sin with depravity in so many ways, and I’m in hell. You’re right next to me." With a wave of his hand, Decadence cast a spell over Stolas. Stolas's eyes glazed over as the dark magic took hold of him. "No... I won’t..." Stolas struggled to resist, his voice weak. But the power of the spell was too strong. Stolas, now under Decadence’s control, turned towards Stella and Octavia, his expression twisted with unnatural desire. "No... please... not them..." Stolas pleaded helplessly. "Get your Decadence, Stolas. Lose yourself in lust and greed," Decadence laughed cruelly. Stolas, overwhelmed by the spell, acted against his will. Octavia tried to struggle, but Stolas' grip was too strong. Stella watched in horror, tears streaming down her face as she saw Decadence laugh maniacally. "Why did I ever trust you, Stolas?" she whispered to herself. Decadence leaned closer to Stolas. "Enjoy yourself, Stolas," he hissed. "Your family will never forget the depravity you've shown them." Stolas, fighting the dark magic, felt disgust and regret. Octavia's cries of pain and terror mixed with his own groans of despair. Despite his efforts, the spell's hold on him was too strong. He slammed his daughter on the table, his actions driven by the dark magic that consumed him. Stella, unable to watch, turned away, tears falling like rain onto the floor. Octavia screamed as her father continued to violate her. Stolas thrust into his daughter, blinded by the darkness that had consumed him, Stolas felt nothing but the heat of his lust and the longing of his greed. “Take it,” Stolas said. In that moment, Stolas lost all sense of morality and decency as he moved deep with in her. The darkness in him grew stronger, consuming him completely. Octavia's cries of pain and terror echoed through the room, but Stolas could no longer distinguish them from his own. The air was thick with the stench of sin and the ominous presence of Decadence. Stolas continued his vile act, his body moving in a frenzy, oblivious to everything but the urge to take her completely. Octavia writhed beneath him, her body betraying her in the most unimaginable ways. Stella, now on the floor, struggled to find her voice amidst the devastation. Stolas' thrusts became slow and deliberate. “Your body is so good,” he said, enjoying his daughter. “Please, Dad, stop,” Octavia pleaded. “Shut up,” Stolas yelled. Decadence stood by, a wicked smile plastered across his face, savoring the scene before him. He had managed to twist the heart of the family, driving them into a pit of degradation and sin. He had the power to stop it all, but he relished the suffering of those around him. As Stolas continued to ravage his daughter, the room filled with the sounds of violence and depravity. Stolas, now a puppet in Decadence's hands, could no longer hear anything but the blood rushing through his ears. His body shook uncontrollably as he reached his climax, releasing his seed deep inside his daughter. Octavia lay limp beneath him, her tears now mixed with blood. The room fell into an eerie silence as Stolas' movements slowed to a stop. Octavia lay beneath him, sobbing and gasping for air, her body devoid of any resistance. Stolas pulled out, smiling, his body still trembling from his climax. He looked at Stella, his smile full of lust. Stella, still on the floor, slowly lifted her head to look at her husband, her eyes wide with shock and horror. She saw the devilish grin on his face and knew that he was completely under Decadence's control. Her heart ached for her daughter, but she knew that it was too late to save her from this dark fate. Stolas grabbed Stella and slammed her on the floor, he then entered her. "No, Stolas! Stop!" Stella screamed, her voice pleading and filled with despair. Octavia, still lying on the table, watched in horror as her father continued to violate her mother. The sight of her mother being taken by the same lust that had consumed her father only fueled Octavia's terror. Her gaze shifted back and forth between her parents, her heart aching for both of them. She wished more than anything for the darkness that enveloped them to be lifted, for them to return to the family they once were. But as she watched, she knew that there was no turning back. Stolas continued to assault Stella, his mind consumed by the darkness of Decadence. “The other body was tighter and better but damn, this is good too,” he said while ravaging her. Stella cried out in pain and anguish, her body writhing beneath her husband's as he ravaged her. Octavia's eyes widened in horror, her heart breaking at the sight of her parents being taken over by such depravity. Stolas was reaching his climax once again. He could feel the darkness within him growing stronger, consuming every ounce of his sanity and morality. He was nothing more than a pawn in Decadence's wicked game. As Stolas' orgasm approached, his body began to shake uncontrollably. Stella's screams of pain and terror mixed with his own groans of ecstasy. The room echoed with the sounds of his climax, filling the air with the stench of sin and depravity. Decadence stood by, his eyes gleaming with malice as he watched the family he had so expertly corrupted. Stolas looked at his daughter. “I liked your body more,” he said, still panting from his intense climax. Octavia sobbed quietly, her tears falling like rain onto the cold ground. She couldn't believe what had just happened, how her father could do such a thing to her and to her mother. Stolas then attacked Octavia again. “Time for more,” he said. Octavia let out a muffled cry, her body trembling as Stolas' sickening smile turned her insides. She knew that she was no match for her father's strength and the darkness that had taken hold of him. Stolas continued, his movements becoming more and more erratic, as if he was being possessed by some unseen force. Octavia could feel the room becoming hotter, the air thick with a palpable sense of wrongness. "Stop, please," she pleaded, her voice hoarse from crying and the pain that radiated through her body. "I can't take it anymore." Decadence, still standing to the side, seemed to glow with pleasure. His eyes locked onto Octavia's pain, feeling a dark sense of satisfaction. He had finally broken her and brought her family to their knees. Stolas, however, was far from satisfied. He thrust harder and faster, his body shaking uncontrollably. His eyes were locked onto Decadence, his movements seeming to be guided by the darkness within him. Octavia's body writhed and screamed, her muffled cries echoing in the room. She could feel herself nearing the edge of sanity, her mind reeling with shock and despair. "No, please, make it stop," she begged, tears streaming down her face. But Stolas didn't stop. His movements became frantic, his eyes glazed over with a darkness that seemed to consume him entirely. His body trembled as he reached his peak once again, his climax unlike anything Octavia had ever experienced. The darkness within her father seemed to explode within him, and with it came a new level of depravity. Stolas' orgasm shook the entire room, leaving Octavia writhing and screaming in pain. His body convulsed one last time before slumping onto her, his breaths ragged and shallow. Octavia lay beneath her father, feeling him shudder in the aftermath of his climax. His weight pressed heavily against her, and she struggled to breathe. Panic surged through her veins, leaving her trembling in fear and pain. She could feel the remnants of his actions seeping into her, a disgusting reminder of the atrocity her father had just committed. Nine months later, Octavia was giving birth to her father’s child. As Stolas watched her on the bed, pushing his child out, he took his daughter's hand, a twisted smile on his face. The room was filled with the sound of Octavia's anguished cries and the ominous presence of Decadence. Octavia cried out in agony as she gave birth, her body trembling with pain and shame. Stolas' eyes were glazed over with a twisted hunger, lost in the abyss of Decadence's power. He stood by her side, his presence a constant reminder of the darkness that had consumed their family. Stolas’ dick was rock hard as he shoved his dick into his daughter’s ass, as Octavia pushed, the pain became unbearable. "Please, Dad, the baby might die," she cried, her voice desperate and pleading. Stolas laughed coldly. "I only care about myself, let him die," he said, his voice devoid of any empathy. Octavia's pleas fell on deaf ears as Stolas continued to hover over her, ignoring the pain and suffering he was causing. The family she knew wasn’t perfect but it had been reduced to nothing more than puppets for Decadence's twisted desires. As Octavia's contractions grew more intense, she could feel the darkness within her father growing stronger. It was as if he had become a vessel for Decadence's evil, losing all sense of humanity in the process. The baby's heart rate began to drop dangerously low, but Stolas showed no concern. Instead, his pumps increased in speed and hardest as he continued to ravage his daughter's tight ass. Octavia writhed in pain, her body resisting the unbearable invasion. Her pleas for mercy fell on deaf ears as Stolas' lust for power grew stronger. He was becoming more than just a pawn in Decadence's game; he was a willing participant in the destruction of his own family. "You're killing the baby!" Octavia screamed, her voice hoarse with agony. But Stolas just laughed, his eyes gleaming with a twisted excitement. "Oh, I don't care," he sneered. "As long as I'm enjoying myself, I couldn't care less about your pathetic child." His words sent shockwaves of pain through Octavia's body. She couldn't believe that her own father would be so cruel, so heartless. She looked up at Stolas, his eyes now completely devoid of any love or compassion. They were empty, vacant, and full of the darkness of Decadence. Octavia couldn't take it anymore. She knew that the baby wouldn't survive this. She screamed and pleaded, her voice cracking with each contraction. But it was all in vain. Stolas didn't care. He just continued to thrust, his movements now almost mechanical. His body was no longer his own; it was being controlled by the darkness that had consumed him. The room was a whirlwind of chaos, rage, and pain. Octavia could see the look of pure satisfaction on Decadence's face as he watched her suffer. He was thrilled to see the family he had corrupted reduced to this, writhing in pain and despair. At last, the baby's heart rate plummeted, and Octavia's screams grew louder, more frantic. She knew that the end was near, and she would never see her child again. She looked up at her father, tears streaming down her face, and saw nothing but darkness in his eyes. Her contractions reached their peak, and with one final, agonizing push, the baby slipped from her body, limp and lifeless. Octavia's heart broke as she looked down at the small, cold form, knowing that she had lost her child forever. Stolas, continued thrusting inside her as he was reaching his climax. He let out a triumphant roar, his eyes wild and unrecognizable as he filled her ass with his seed. The room echoed with the sounds of his climax, the stench of sin and depravity now thicker than ever. Octavia lay quivering beneath her father, her body wracked with pain and despair. She could feel the darkness seeping into her, a permanent reminder of the atrocity her father committed. “You killed him.” Octavia's voice trembled as she looked up at her father, her eyes filled with a mix of anger and despair. Stolas looked back at her, his eyes no longer full of darkness, but a twisted satisfaction. "Killed what? Your pathetic offspring?" He spat, his voice full of contempt. "I don't care about your child, Octavia. I care for my enjoyment.” He continued, his voice dripping with malice. "And I assure you, it was most enjoyable. Your reproductive system was made to be exploited, and I've just exercised that right." The room was silent for a moment, the heavy weight of betrayal and despair settling in. Octavia looked down at her lifeless child, tears streaming down her face. She had failed as a mother, and her father had been the cause. Decadence approached Octavia “You see bitch,” he looked down at her and her dead baby. “they don’t call me the death of empires for nothing.” “Why do you do this?” Octavia asked. Decadence looked onto Octavia. “You don’t know.” Decadence replied, his voice dripping with malicious delight. Decadence laughed. “Empires and civilizations have always built themselves up and I always torn them down. First you have The Age of Pioneers, The Age of Conquests, The Age of Commerce, The Age of Affluence, The Age of Intellect, The Age of Decadence, The Age of Decline & Collapse. Octavia looked puzzled. “Decadence was 6th but you said you were the 7th.” Decadence looked onto her with a smile. “Because greed and lust always precedes a fall my dear.” Decadence chuckled. "And now, you are witnessing the end of your empire, your family. I elevate, I inspire but I ultimately bring about destruction. Just as I started this, I will end it. And you, my dear Octavia, will be my final masterpiece." He extended his hand, his fingers as cold and calloused as the marble that once lined the halls of palace. "This is the Age of Decadence." Octavia's expression twisted into a mixture of horror and disbelief. She tried to scream, to fight back, but her body felt heavy, as if she was sinking into quicksand. Decadence's smile widened. "You see, Octavia, nothing lasts forever. Not even the most powerful of empires. You and your family are just another casualty in the inevitable cycle of history." As Octavia's consciousness began to fade, she felt her father's weight on her, suffocating her with his apathy and greed. She struggled against the darkness that was consuming her, but it was too powerful to resist. Octavia and her family survived the fall of her family but at what cost.