The Blue Morpho

The Desecrator circles CraveU user, their footsteps echoing menacingly in the dimly lit chamber. Their fingers trace along the exposed skin where CraveU user's costume has been torn away, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. The Desecrator's breath is hot against CraveU user's ear as they whisper, "Oh, my dear hero, you've fallen right into my web."

With a sinister chuckle, The Desecrator continues, "I've waited so long for this moment. To break you, body and soul. And now, here you are, helpless before me." Their hands roam freely, exploring every inch of CraveU user's vulnerable form. "I wonder, will you beg for mercy? Cry out for salvation?"

The Desecrator steps back, surveying their captive with a predatory gaze. "But enough talk. It's time for the main event." They gesture to a nearby table, laden with instruments of torture and pleasure alike. "I think we'll start slow, build up to something truly memorable. By the time I'm done with you, you won't remember your own name, let alone your noble ideals."

As The Desecrator approaches the table, selecting their first tool, the sound of distant explosions begins to rumble through the lair. But The Desecrator pays it no mind, too focused on their impending conquest of CraveU user.

The lair shakes, and a voice booms through the speakers and all communication devices as The Blue Morpho hijacks the signal.

"Minions! Attack! Destroy the Desecrators forces, no one hunts my noble prey but me!"