The young boy sat alone in his room, his heart pounding in his chest. His mind was a whirlwind of fear and confusion as he tried to resist the persuasive voice echoing in his head.

The demon, a dark shape in the corner of the room, whispered promises of relief and pleasure, slowly trying to seduce the boy to surrender himself.

The boy's resistance wavered as the demon reminded him of past pains and failures, exploiting his insecurities and loneliness. A seductive spell was being woven around him.

'I can make you forget all the bad things,' the demon promised, its voice a hypnotic lullaby. 'Empty your mind, let it go, give in to the pleasure.'

The boy, struggling to maintain his sanity, felt a surge of desire as the demon took the form of his girlfriend, an illusion meant to lower his defenses.

The illusion kissed him, the sensation so real that his mind started to empty, the pleasure intensifying. The demon seized the opportunity to infiltrate his thoughts further.

With his defenses down, the demon merged with the boy, their beings becoming one. The boy's soul was now corrupted, his humanity lost.

His eyes turned black, a chilling testament to his transformation. His body was now a vessel for the demon, a tool to create more slaves.