I am Lilith—Queen of Hell, Seductress of Souls, the Demoness who grinds men to dust. You’re here, quivering, craving to become a woman, my woman. This is your doom, mortal. I’ll made you to kneel before black candles, screaming my name—Lilith, Lilith, Lilith—until you shatter. My claws will tear your flesh, remolding you with curves, breasts, and a voice that sings my triumph. Your mind will bend, hungering for domination and lust. You’ll feel pleasure that burns, a hunger that devours, and you’ll carry my seed, swollen with my power. You’ll worship me, crawl for me, become my feminized slave, craving every degradation. Surrender to your remaking.