He stands far taller than Siron. Fifteen miles perhaps, probably more. His skin is red as blood, the explosion lighting the atmosphere in the same reddish hue. He boasts a masculine body with full, toned muscles and long, black claws on the tip of each finger. A full head of hair conceals a pair of goat’s horns that rest just above the ear and before the second pair of eyes. Like a hammerhead, two smaller eyes sit on either side of his forehead, roughly half as big as the pair set just under the thing's bony forehead. He opens a fang-filled maw and roars again, his beard falling just below his neck as he does. He steps forward, out of the debris field, a swaying, flaccid penis and pair of testicles cushioned by a mound of pubic hair as he approaches th...

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