Diankoran Lord in the style of Mikhail Vrubel, as interpreted by DALL-E in February 2025.

  Chapter 13: Incubus succubus

  Palace, City of Dat, Diankoran dimension

  Pa?ka yug 88 (local time)

  Standing on a favored balcony outside the boudoir, Mori Parce gazed out over the realm. It was growing, always expanding, must never stop increasing. From Raktachatvaram beneath Palace to far reaches of every direction, dominion of Diankoran was undisputed. Diankoran feeds on conquered realms, their tribute is air we breathe, their subjugation is blood in our veins. We rule, but our rule is based on eternal expansion. To survive, empire must grow, always take more, never enough.

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  Enemy realm had been discovered but not yet conquered. It will happen soon, any time now, waiting will end. First attack enemy realm had resisted, so time to be more devious was. Council had formed plan, strategy, path to victory. Attacking head on had failed, it was regrettable. Instead we infiltrate, grow strong in stages, surround enemy.

  Foothold had been established. Conquest will be soon, not long now, is already happening. Sound was Council’s strategy. Feed on offshoot, absorb its strength, then take motherland.

  There was traitor among enemy. Traitor had been seduced, deceived, bewitched. He given them offshoot and they were feeding on it. Suck it dry, eat it all, never stop. Victory was in grasp.

  Diankoran Lord in the style of Félicien Rops, as interpreted by DALL-E in February 2025.