Tales From the Id: The Beginning

Can you imagine if desire was sustenance for the supernatural, feeding off the emotion that humans excrete from the pores of their souls?

The id is the basic and animalistic desire we are all born with, what we deny and hide to fit into society, struggle to restrain with every heartbeat. There is no true mastery of it, and the internal battles ensue until the last breath.

Imagine if there was an actual place under the guise of a simple nightclub full of erotic dancers and foregone inhibitions serving as a gateway between reality and worlds-natural, unnatural, and supernatural-taken in a breath, an admission or submission to desire. What if it was run by one very powerful being?

That would be Adair, a tall, dark and handsome being with eyes that could blind the mind, a voice that could entrance, and a godlike body complete with captivatingly skilled touch, existing for one purpose: to seduce, to possess and consume the essence of desire and lust from his prey, be it directly or indirectly, even keeping some as pets for his pleasure.

Would you go to such a place? Would you want to see this being's face?

Have you gone?

The place appears and disappears in time and realms-recreates and renames itself, but the core of it never changes. The Id never changes...