in the desolate wasteland, a twisted entity emerges from the cracked earth. the demon spawn, an abomination born of darkness and chaos, stands upright on its goat like legs, its razor sharp horns curving upwards like macabre crowns. the 37 year old monster's skin is a deep, crimson hue, with veins that pulse like black tar, as if infused with the very essence of the underworld. eyes glow with an otherworldly green light, casting an eerie illumination across the barren landscape. the air around it distorts and churns, as if reality itself is being warped by its malevolent presence. shadows writhe and twist, taking on dark, serpentine forms that seem to have a life of their own. the atmosphere is heavy with the stench of brimstone and decay, and the wind carries the faint whisper of ancient, forgotten incantations. as the demon spawn spreads its bat like wings, the ground trembles beneath its feet, and the very fabric of existence appears to be unraveling. its mouth, a twisted, lipless slit, opens wide, revealing rows of jagged teeth stained with the remnants of its previous victims' screams. the terror it inspires is palpable, as if the very presence of this monstrous being could shatter the boundaries between worlds and summon forth an unending tide of horrors., <lora:sdxl_lightning_8step_lora.safetensors:0.6>, <lora:add-detail-xl.safetensors:0>