Brutal The face and the spirit of incel rage

[slavcel11]

Often when I think of beta uprising, marxism-rodgerism and pure psychotic incel rage, this description comes up in my head. It's about an obscene and perverted weapon race from a fantasy novel I've read a while ago (still haven't finished it). The Inchoroi.

The Inchoroi looked humanoid, described as something old, ancient, and corrupted. They were half a body taller than a man and had curved scythe-like wings folded around their bodies. Their skin was pale and translucent, mottled with cancerous moles. [...] Their structure was variegated and at the same time elegant, similar to a skinned fish that was sutured back together. They emanated a strange smell of sweat and fish. [...] Their head was described as being in the shape of a giant skull turned on its side, like an oyster on its tip. An expressionless face was drawn on it, proportionate and plump. The nostrils were bright slits with sockets clogged with bare white flesh. Inside the maw was another skull that filled the mouth of the first and was at the same time fused with the jaw. This one, similar to that of a man, had watery features with nail-like teeth and eyes with a perpetually leering gaze.

Also this is good:

They always went naked, their pendulous phalluses are described as bruised and lubricated, and their semen was of a pungent black colour. Their feet were claw-shaped, and their hands were cold like a fish.

And this:

They were a race of monstrosities who rejoiced in the subtlety of the flesh, creating perversities with unheard-of ease. His mere presence was described as an "appetite", their simply touch could make a human surrender to the pleasures of the flesh with ease. The Inchoroi moaned in pleasure with inhuman screams, sounding like dragons, broken glass or thunders. Sometimes their voice was like ice flakes, falling on sweaty skin or like a coughing dog. And the sound of his laughter was like pain blown through broken flutes.

@wereq does this speak to you in any way? Because to me it does. I can somewhat recognize myself in this, with some stretch of imagination. But psychotic sex-craving pajeets are probably the closest thing to Inchoroi we have in our world.