INFERNAL HEIR - BOOK 1: WOMB OF FLAME

(Mature Audiences 18+ Only - Contains Graphic Violence, Explicit Sexual Content, Cosmic Horror, and Profane Themes)



She was a forgotten nightmare, a primordial demoness stirring from eons of slumber with one blasphemous goal: to birth a god-killer and drown the heavens in blood and ecstasy.



LILITU, ancient mother of transgression, has had enough of the sterile, parasitic gods who rule creation. When a desperate cult in sin-drenched Babylon attempts a ritual to conceive a divine child, Lilitu seizes her chance. She doesn't just answer their prayers – she hijacks their pathetic orgy, choosing a terrified young cultist, LYRA, as the unwilling, then terrifyingly transformed, vessel for a power beyond all reckoning.



This is no blessed virgin birth. This is a cosmic violation.



Dragged into the lightless abyss beneath the city, Lyra becomes the first Womb of Flame. Her humanity is flayed, her body grotesquely, beautifully remade as she feeds on the souls of her former brethren, consumes the dying essence of a forgotten god, and communes with artifacts from the Outer Dark that whisper secrets of pain and pleasure intertwined. Every drop of stolen power, every scream of terror, every shudder of profane ecstasy, nourishes the INFERNAL HEIR gestating within her – a divine abomination destined to fuck the stars themselves into submission.



Book I: Womb of Flame charts this unholy genesis. From a hijacked ritual in a subterranean hell, through the vessel's terrifying apotheosis, to the climactic, apocalyptic birth of a being whose first cry will be a declaration of war against all creation.



Can one mortal girl survive becoming the mother of a monster-god? Can Lilitu's grand, rebellious design succeed against the might of entrenched divinities? And what happens when the Heir, once born, unleashes its own insatiable, terrifying desires upon a world unprepared for such exquisite damnation?



Dive into a saga of explicit dark fantasy, demonic erotica, and cosmic horror where sin is salvation, pleasure is power, and the only true prayer is a scream of ultimate, soul-shattering release. The heavens will tremble. Babylon will burn. And you will never look at motherhood the same way again.