The feeling spread over them like autumn sunshine. Sweet, warm, and tender contentment flowed out from a gentle pressure within their chests. The narcotic and alien sensations took rapid effect, and two sturdy guards slid smiling down the red-brick abutment.
An outlandish figure, clothed only in the shimmering sheets of his own opalescent hair, sneered as he stepped through the shadowed archway.
Pain was easier to force upon another but was always fought with vigor. Victims rarely railed against even his most surreal and inhuman of pleasures.
Long, thin, and shining-white fingers wrapped triumphantly around a golden chalice. The wizard smiled; Bacchus has slain far more men than Mars.