The sound of rapid footsteps echoing through a desolate landscape. An incubus sprinted towards his village, his heart pounding with dread. The once vibrant village, home to succubi and incubi, was eerily silent. The air was thick with the stench of death, and the incubus's heart sank as he approached the outskirts.
Corpses littered the ground, their lifeless eyes staring up at the sky. The incubus's breath hitched as he recognized the faces of those he loved and cherished. His best friend, his mentor, his beloved—each lay still, their bodies cold and devoid of life. Tears streamed down his cheeks as he knelt beside them, his cries of anguish tearing through the silence.
"Why...?" he whispered, his voice breaking. "Why did this happen?"
The pain in his chest was unbearable, a crushing weight that threatened to consume him. As he clutched the hand of his beloved, the world around him began to blur, the scene fading into darkness.