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Jaeron stretched. He felt a little smirk curl around his lips as he stepped out of the ruins; he'd never quite felt so alive, even when he'd been fully human. Now the sun lit his features, and there was none of the usual discomfort - no sweat from the heat, no need to wince at the light burning into his eyes. The former knight felt no shame at his nakedness. If anything, he was proud of it, giving his aching shaft a quick stroke and shuddering as demonic pre dribbled down onto the ground.

His return to the kingdom, however, would not allow him that luxury - not if he planned on getting anywhere near his commander. The newly created demon let out a sigh as he drew his newfound powers to himself like a cloak, a shimmer of shadow slowly manifesting around his body. An illusion of sorts, though far more corporeal than the sort that the mages pulled; it was, in effect, a transformation. The chitin and armor that had grown into his body began to warp, turning from jagged stone into smooth metal.

When it was complete, Jaeron the knight had returned. Only the dark smile on his face told anyone of anything that might be wrong. A mage, perhaps, might be able to sense that he had a true form - but even they wouldn't be able to see what he saw.

His true form, after all, couldn't really be changed. His physical form could be altered to look more like the human he'd once been, but even that was only a mask - a demon's presence was far more than their mere appearance. His true form hovered about him, a spiritual extension of himself, and he shivered with delight.

The knights of the kingdom would never know they had a demon in their midst.

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True to his prediction, the knights at the gate had no idea that he was any different. They let him in, barely even giving Jaeron a glance; it was how he'd always been treated before, being a new member of the guards. He'd felt insulted in the past. Now, though, he carried himself with a new confidence, and the dismissive looks of his fellow knights were little more than vague annoyances. Besides, with his new abilities, it would take little more than a glance to turn them to his will.

A power, of course, that he exercised. What sort of demon would he be if he didn't plant the seeds of his power in the kingdom? Deyx needed his influence spread, and the best way to do that was through the guards. Their patrols took them through the entire city, and if he infected them properly, the city would belong to them in short order.

First, however, they would have to deal with the most troublesome members of the kingdom - the ones that had the greatest chance of opposing the rise of the demons. The commander of the knights was far more powerful than the position would imply. Though the mages' power had rendered the knights all but obsolete, the commander was always a man skilled in both magic and combat, and acted as a liason between the knights and the mages.

The first step, therefore, was turn the commander to Deyx's cause. The target after that would be the king himself; the commander would be able to gain access to the king's chambers easily enough. They would strike the kingdom right at its heart, and it would fall in short order to the demons.

Jaeron felt his demonic blood quickening at this idea, his cock rising in response. He could imagine both the king and the commander bent to his will, eager to satisfy his desires. He would, of course, have to satisfy theirs as well; that was the way of demons, and Jaeron looked forward to finding out who would rank at the top of them all.

No matter who it was, he was assured to enjoy himself.

Jaeron glanced over to find that the guards were all staring at him. Their looks of disdain had changed quickly enough, while he'd mused about how he would take over the kingdom for his master - a certain lust gleamed in their eyes, a lust that they didn't entirely understand. He did, of course.

Their conscious minds could only see the physical - could only see the knight, clad in his armor. Their subconscious minds, linked directly to their spirits - those saw the demon striding forward in all his glory, cock erect and proud between his legs. It was the truth of his form, after all.

None of the guards quite understood their sudden attraction to the new recruit, nor why their own shafts began to stiffen within their armor. All were ashamed, unable to meet the eyes of the others as the young knight left and they continued on their shift. The difference now lay in the small, accidental touches as they spoke to one another - a friendly hand on the small of another knight's back, or rub of the shoulder instead of a punch in the arm.

This, of course, was just the beginning. The infection had taken root in their very souls, and though they didn't fully understand what was happening, their attraction to each other would only grow. That night, in the knight's barracks, there would be no end of lingering eyes and hesitant touches. They would barely even begin to notice as their muscles swelled, as demonic plates climbed up their hands and legs...

All that would matter was each other, and the satisfaction that only another warm body would provide for their lust. Their beds would be soaked in cum, before long, and Deyx would have new minions entirely devoted to him. Lesser demons, perhaps, but demons nonetheless.

Jaeron knew all of this, and he could only smirk at the thought. Had he been able, he would have slipped his cock out of his armor right then and there, stroked himself to a climax at the mere thought of corrupting his fellow knights for his master - but he would surely be arrested, were he to do such a thing.

Now that he thought about it, though... a devious smirk curled onto his lips. What better way would there be to meet the commander, than to get himself arrested for an act of indecency? The man was a busy one, and wouldn't necessarily meet with him simply because he was returning from a mission - but if he were to make a fool of himself...

Well, the commander would have to meet him, then. Reprimand him in front of the others, disgrace him so that others would not follow his example. As far as Jaeron was concerned, that only meant that they would have an audience for the commander's corruption.

That was decided, then. The demon clad in a human form changed directions, abruptly heading into the nearest tavern instead. It was a place known for its audience, filled with busty waitresses and knights and adventurers alike looking for a chance with one of them. The place was filled with tales of adventure and intrigue - and what was one more to add to the mix?

Of course, his own story was just a little different from the others, with an ending perhaps not quite as glorious - but they would come to see it his way as he told it. Jaeron chuckled softly, striding with confidence into the tavern and sitting himself down at one of the still-occupied tables.

The men who had been sitting at the table - all masculine, rugged, wearing vests that exposed their muscle and their scars of battle - stopped in the middle of their revelry, focusing a glare onto him instead. One spoke, a man with dark hair and an intricate sword strapped to his back.

"The table's taken, kid," one man growled, his muscles tensing dangerously. Jaeron smiled, leaning back in the chair he'd claimed.

"What, no room for one more?" He rose a brow. Already, his presence was having a subtle effect on the place; the people in the tavern were slowly shifting their attention to the strange newcomer.

"Not for a whelp like you," another man chimed in. They were seasoned adventurers, the lot of them; battle-hardened, arrogant... It was the reason he'd always been afraid to visit this place, back when he'd still been human.

Not anymore, of course. Jaeron smiled easily. "Tell you what, folks. How about I make you a bet?"

"What kind of bet?" A third man, eyes suspiciously narrowed. Jaeron conjured a sack of gold in his hands, letting the illusory coins spill out onto the table. That, at least, was enough to capture everyone's attention; he saw the way they eyed the coins greedily.

Heh. He'd never realised quite how easy it was, using people's desires to control them.

"Simple." The demon grinned. "You're all adventurers, aren't you? I'll tell you my story. If any of you can beat it, then drinks are on me - and you all get a bonus besides."

"Done!" The first man exclaimed immediately. The smirk on his face was almost predatory in nature. "Maybe you're not so bad... But you have no idea what you're getting yourself into, kid. I've killed orcs with my bare hands."

"That's nothing," another chimed in immediately, scoffing. "I've had to wrestle naked with a troll. Tore one of his tusks off with my fist!"

"Yeah? Well, I've had to climb my way out from the inside of a dragon!"

Even Jaeron paused at that particular boast. The tavern was silent for a moment, everyone staring at the dirty, unkempt man who had spoken. Then Jaeron took advantage of the silence, cutting in with a smooth voice.

"I've had to fight a demon."

Quite predictably, that captured everyone's attention. Jaeron allowed a smug smile to grace his expression; demons were not creatures that were lightly mentioned, even in the one-upmanship typical of adventurers. There were rumors that even the mention of a demon's name could free them, call their presence to you - and adventurers, by nature, were a superstitious lot. It was practically a necessary survival trait; the life was fraught with danger, and often listening to a strange rumor could be the very thing that saved their lives.

It stood to reason, then, that while they didn't necessarily believe him... they were suddenly far more willing to hear him out. Jaeron chuckled. "You heard correctly, my dear men. I would not mention such a thing lightly; I have fought a demon, and his name was Deyx."

The names of demons had power, as well. He watched as a small shiver went through the men's bodies, a faint shimmer of lust appearing in their eyes. It was too small for them to really notice it, even now, but his presence was having an effect on them - and the mention of Deyx's name even moreso. If they didn't believe him before, then they did now.

"How did you beat him?" One asked. Jaeron smiled.

"Patience, my friend. You've all heard of the recent disturbances that the mages have been investigating, I'm sure? Spikes of magical activity, blips in scrying spells that shouldn't exist..." Jaeron paused for dramatic effect, looking around at the enthralled men around him. "But there aren't enough mages to go around, you see. They decided to send out one man to find out what was going on - a knight, going by the name of Jaeron."

"Is that you?" The man who asked seemed intrigued. The former knight chuckled, pulling a badge from within his armor to show to the crowd. It wasn't real, of course. It was an illusion, much like the gold he'd shown them - but it drew them deeper into his story, and that was what was important.

"Indeed," Jaeron continued. "I was asked to go investigate, and no true knight would turn down such a task. But when I arrived... you should have been there. Imagine a darkness beyond that of anything you've ever seen, the shadows themselves writhing and flickering at the edges of your vision."

As he spoke, the air seemed to change. It grew heavier with the taint of demonic magic, and the shadows at the edges of the tavern seemed a little darker, a little less inviting. Some men shivered, moving closer together in spite of themselves - enraptured by the demon's tale.

"But I moved on. I couldn't turn back at that point, not without losing my honor. For the kingdom, right?" Jaeron smiled around at the men around him, noting that most of them had lost their aggression. They were losing themselves in the story he told, his words weaving a web of intrigue around them...

And soon, he would be able to pull them deeper - so deep that they forgot that they weren't there, so deep that they joined him in his lust and his pleasure.

"The darkness isn't as bad as you'd think, once you're in it." Jaeron's voice dipped, became lower. A touch more seductive, perhaps, and some of the men leaned in to listen to the smooth roll of his voice. "I stepped into the ruins, and it almost seemed to embrace me. I was worried - thought perhaps that I had fallen for a trap, that a demon would leap out at me..."

"But he didn't." Jaeron's voice was soft. The men stared at him, utterly enraptured by his tale. They should have known that something was wrong, but their minds were lost to the shadows that danced at the edges of their perception, the whispers of lust and decadence that were affecting them more with each passing moment.

"The demon approached, calm, confident. He knew I could not beat him, and as I looked upon him, I knew it too; he was more powerful than me in any way. He was stronger, larger... more virile." The last words were almost whispered, and he saw that the men still hadn't noticed that anything was off; even now, their hands moved towards their growing bulges, grabbing and massaging them as the story played out in their head. They pictured a handsome demon, smooth and suave, the perfect foil for an adventurer.

"And he made me an offer." Jaeron allowed his armor to fade slowly away, revealing his human body underneath. Nobody seemed to really noticed; the few that did traced his well-muscled human body instead, letting out soft, indistinct moans as their fingers pressed at their hardening dicks. "He told me I could join him, rather than fight. He would give me power and strength, virility and masculinity beyond measure... And can you not see?"

The demon chuckled. Fingers ran down his cock, the former knight blatantly showing off to the men before him. They moaned at the sight, each slowly taking off their vests, their pants, showing off their proudly standing erections. "He kept his promise, did he not?"

"He did..." One man seemed awed, reaching out to touch Jaeron's shaft. It twitched and jumped in his hand, and he moaned as though it were his own shaft he was touching; he gave it a stroke, his thumb toying with the glans of the demon's cock.

That seemed like something of a trigger with everyone else. The men moved forward, all trying to get a simple touch in, to share in his masculinity. They didn't seem to find it strange at all that the man they'd only just been mocking was now a singular source of pleasure in their lives; they stroked themselves off, moaned as pre began to drip onto the floor, rutted against one another when they couldn't get to Jaeron.

The demon saw the beginnings of changes in all of them. They were small, and would be detected far too late - flecks of demonic energy in the eyes, or a tainted shade of the nails. They would be fully changed by tonight, but by then?

It would be far too late.

The waitress had slipped out, recognising that something was wrong as he told his story. All Jaeron had to do now was wait... and enjoy the worship of the new followers of the archdemon Deyx. as one of the tavern's waitresses - the only ones free from his influence - left the bar, casting a worried glance behind her. To report what had happened to the guards, no doubt, and rightfully so. Jaeron smiled in response, leaning back to enjoy the smooth caress of hands and mouths, of lips worshipping his unfortunately human self. They were playing right into his hands.

It wasn't too long before the guards arrived. Jaeron was moaning softly, one man sucking eagerly at his cock; his chest and stomach were stained with cum from various men. All were tainted with his magic, now, demonic features spreading further. Not so many that they were immediately noticeable to the guards, as long as he left quickly.

"Jaeron?!" One of the guards recognised him, it seemed. His eyes scanned the scene of debauchery from underneath his helmet, going wide with shock and just the faintest hint of arousal. If he hadn't been a demon, he wouldn't have known; as it was, Jaeron smiled slightly at the revelation. "What are you doing? This is... indecent!"

"To say the least." Another guard stepped forward, this one more commanding, more sure of himself. "We were told that you instigated this, Jaeron. You will come with us for being a disgrace to the knights, then discharged from our order."

Jaeron nearly laughed. He spoke as though it was a punishment, and perhaps before he'd become a demon, this would have mattered to him. Now, the order was nothing more than another organization to conquer, to add to Deyx's army. "I suppose I'm arrested, then," he said, his tone relaxed and carefree. The demon carefully extricated himself from the rutting, changing men, walking over to the knights instead. "Shall we?"

The leader of the guards blinked, glancing over Jaeron's naked body. His throbbing erection was still on full display, and the knight was entirely shameless - perhaps even proud of it. His eyes couldn't help but be drawn towards it... But he straightened his back, reasserted himself. "You will wear clothing first."

"Of course, of course." Jaeron smiled easily. stepping forward; as he did, the air seemed to ripple, his armor once more materialising out of the air to form around him. The guards didn't even seem to blink; he'd hidden it from their minds and notice. He was simply bare one moment, and closed the next. All it took was a bit of magic to nudge them into not asking questions about the fact.

The leader nodded stiffly, unsure how he felt about Jaeron now that he was clothed. There was a part of him, buried deep within, that told him he was attracted nonetheless - but he squished it, told himself it was nothing more than the effect of being near so much debauchery.

The truth, of course, was quite different; just being near the demon was enough to alter the spirit in minor ways, slowly but surely changing them into corrupted creatures that would want nothing more than to fuck and be fucked, to revel in the perverse pleasures of demonhood.

A cell had been prepared for Jaeron, and he was thrown in without much fanfare - the leader of the guards dusted his hands off, in fact, as though disgusted with having to deal with the man at all. For a time, there was nothing but silence, during which the former knight lounged back on his bed and gave his cock a few strokes. It kept him hard and ready, filled the room with the faint tint of demonic musk.

It wasn't long before the corridor filled with the sound of heavy footsteps, metal clanking against the ground. Jaeron would know those plodding feet anywhere; somehow, the commander was always able to keep an intimidating presence, and he could be recognised easily simply by the way he walked.

Gevurah was here, then.

It wasn't his real name. The commander of the knights always had his identity hidden, for one reason or another; they had their faces and bodies altered by magic itself, turning them into the perfect warrior - a man capable of handling both arcane energies and combat with expert precision. It was a post that took incredible training merely to handle the transformative process, and a rune had to be carved into the commander's chest simply to stabilise the extensive change.

All men chosen for this position would choose a name amongst the Kabbalah, the tree of life. A representation of who they were going to be. They would lose all memories of their past lives, all their attachment to it - and so their names defined their goals, their personality. Gevurah was the emanation of Justice, of limitation, and though he didn't do a perfect job... He tried.

Now he stood outside Jaeron's cell, staring severely at the former knight. He was still in his human form, though his armor as scattered shamelessly about the cell, showing off the sheen of sweat on his skin as he ran fingers along his thick, aching cock. Jaeron gave the commander a sick, lewd grin as he stepped into view.

"Mm... Come to join me, sir?" Jaeron's voice was heavy, his hips thrusting into his hand and precum dribbling over his fingers and onto his stomach. A single eye on Gevurah's face twitched, hidden by his helmet.

"You are a disgrace, Jaeron of the Knights." Gevurah's voice was sharp, cutting. He stood just outside of the bars to his cell, his arms folded carefully behind his back. "You will be disciplined and punished."

"Sounds like a good time to me," Jaeron said with a smirk. The commander frowned; there was a flicker of something in his eyes. Recognition, perhaps, or suspicion... A mixture of the two. The commander nodded stiffly, turned on his heel, and left.

He was pulled out the next day, rags forced back onto his body as he was dragged out of his cell. Jaeron didn't protest - things were going exactly according to plan. If he was going to corrupt the commander, turn him to his side... He wanted to make sure that the knights would all see it, that they would all realise how little hope they had. How much better it would be if they just gave in.

For now, none of them had any idea what was about to happen. He was marched out into the center of the building - a wide, open space, the light from the sun refracting through the stained glass in the windows. It would have been a beautiful sight, had Gevurah not stood severely in the center; his very aura seemed to burn with fire and righteous anger at Jaeron's actions.

"Jaeron." The man spoke, and his voice reverberated around the hall. "You have disgraced the knights, used dark magic to alter men to your own will and use them for your pleasure. Explain your actions."

Jaeron smiled. It was a dire situation he was in - would have been if he had been any normal men. He could feel the wards that had been set up to suppress his powers, and he in turn had to hide a smirk. The wards didn't account for his form of magic; demonic energy was chaotic, complicated, and far too difficult to contain with such simplistic magic.

"I... I couldn't help myself, sir." Jaeron kept his eyes downcast, his smile out of view. The shadows writhed at the corners of his vision, so far unnoticed by any of the knights. "There... there was a demon. He took me, made me into his puppet... I'm sorry, I couldn't fight him off on my own."

Gevurah frowned. He took a step forward, closer to the former knight. "Yet you seem to have control of yourself, now," the commander spoke, his eyes suspicious, but his voice gentler now that he had an explanation. "What has changed?"

"I... do not know, sir." Jaeron drew his rags closer to himself, pretending to shiver. Gevurah had a bit of a fatherly instinct when it came to his recruits, he knew - and just as he'd suspected, the commander came even closer, resting an awkward but comforting hand on the former knight's shoulder. "I... I felt the presence of the demon leaving me. It felt like he had a target, like he wanted somebody else..."

Jaeron cast an awkward, shaky gaze at the knights that surrounded them, as though he was afraid that the demon had entered one of them. He let his knees shake, his body quiver - and just as he'd suspected, the commander slowly drew him into his arms, speaking with a firm, comforting voice. "The harm that was done to you will be avenged, Jaeron. You have been brave, and I was foolish for condemning you so quickly."

The former knight nodded shyly, his head buried in Gevurah's chest. He looked up, and there wasn't a trace of the corrupted demon - rather, it was Jaeron as he was before, looking up at the commander with admiration and hope. "Thank you, sir..."

Before Gevurah could react, Jaeron's lips brushed against his own. Jaeron's face changed, quickly turning into a smirk as the commander found himself frozen in place. He stepped back, gestured, and shadows flooded throughout; each knight watching found himself held by writhing darkness that held their legs to the ground and their arms to their sides. It forced them to stand at attention, to stare at the spectacle they were about to witness.

"...for making this so easy." Jaeron smiled. His horns faded in first, followed by the rest of his demonic heritage; it was not a transformation as much as it was a change. The knights watching barely noticed it; it felt more like he was unveiling himself than altering his body. Their minds, after all, had seen Jaeron's true visage - the demon that he was underneath. The tattoos, the demonic plating on both his hands and feet...

It was all far too familiar. Each knight felt their groins stir slightly at the sight, though they didn't fully understand why; it was only Gevurah that was able to resist, glaring up at the demon instead. "You did not leave Jaeron, then, demon," he hissed. "You used my sympathy against me. How pathetic."

"Mostly correct," Jaeron responded, amused. He placed a hand on the commander's head, forced his paralysed body onto his knees. The poor man was frozen on the spot, unable to move or turn his gaze away from the demon's throbbing cock. "There is no demon that can leave Jaeron's body,sir. I am the demon. My body and mind were both changed to suit the master's tastes, you see. Do you like it?"

Gevurah glared. Jaeron simply smiled, not quite concerned about the commander's anger, or his apparent ability to resist. "You will release me." The commander's snarl held every trace of his usual command; the man wasn't the least bit afraid. He was focused, determined... just like a true warrior should be.

He would be quite the warrior for Deyx, once his corruption was complete. The thought of him as a demon, with all his anger and sense of justice twisted into a perverted lust and desire to take what belonged to him... It made Jaeron's shaft twitch in his claws, and he gave it a slow stroke for effect. "Would you like to know the mistake you made, sir?"

Gevurah remained silent, his eyes watching Jaeron carefully. He was waiting for an opening, a way for him to escape - something that the demon had no plans on giving him. "You should have had me bound and gagged, sir. Remember, I was able to turn a tavern to my own will simply by telling them a story. What do you suppose I can do now, when you are forced to listen?"

The demon grinned. He didn't give Gevurah a chance to respond, to collect his bearings and figure a way around his powers. The demon had power, certainly, but he was far from foolish.

"Let me tell you a tale, commander. A tale of how a young man became a commander of the royal forces, how he rose from humble beginnings to a man that all in the kingdom looked up to." Jaeron folded his arms behind his back, speaking loud enough for all the hall to hear.

"Astron, you see, had found his calling. He had always been a warrior, a man exceptionally skilled with the blade - yet he wanted to do more than simply adventure. He wanted a role in which he could protect the kingdom, serve it as any man with his skill should." The demon smiled benevolently down at Gevurah, who shuddered as the words wove themselves within his mind. It was powerful magic that Jaeron was using, a form of hypnotism that could change the pasts of those who listened... And try as he might, he could pull his attention away from the smooth, enchanting voice of the demon.

"His skill with his blade had him chosen. His form would be altered, his body changed so that he could control the arcane energies as well as he could his blade; he would be a liaison between the knights and the mages, the balance of the two. Such a thing, however, came with a cost - for the man had a family of his own when he was chosen, and such things were not allowed for those who had to lead."

The demon's voice became deeper, more regretful as he spoke. He drew both the knights and Gevurah into his tale, but it was the latter that he watched closely. Jaeron saw as Gevurah's eyes began to dull, his mind following the narrative that the demon spun around him; he put himself into Astron's shoes, became the man in lieu of his forgotten past.

"And so he was changed, but his memories were lost. He could no longer remember his wife or his son; for all intents and purposes, the man he had been was dead, and Gevurah was born." Jaeron offered the commander a sympathetic gaze. "But his son had not forgotten, you see, and grew quickly into a man of his own skill and power. He joined the royal forces, as he knew his father had done - became a knight of his own volition. Gevurah did not know who the man was, but something within his memory stirred at the sight of him."

"Alas, magic being what it is, Gevurah's mind as well as his body had been changed. What had previously been platonic love for his child became instead a sick sort of pride at the man he had become. He didn't fully understand it, but when he saw the young man before him, his loins would stir; he would imagine bending the young recruit over, fucking him and taking him until he was moaning and begging for more... Until he was taught his place among the recruits."

Gevurah grunted softly at the tale. His own cock was hardening within his armor, nothing that the others could see, but he could feel it nonetheless. The more he stared at the demon of shadow before him, the more he recognised familiarities that he hadn't noticed before - how their features seemed similar in some ways. The commander swallowed, feeling his mouth go dry. "S... son?"

"Indeed, father." Jaeron leaned down, tilted Gevurah's head up so that the glazed eyes were staring into his own. The darkness in his pupils seemed to swirl, drawing the commander further into his grasp. "I understand your fear. Your memories were taken from you, and you do not remember who I am... who I was to you. Your thoughts of me have changed, and where there was once love, there is now only lust. Am I correct?"

Gevurah swallowed. His eyes turned towards the ground, as though briefly fighting; he blinked, shook his head a few times... but then nodded. The movement was small, but recognisable. "I'm sorry, son. It is wrong, but all the ways they have changed me... I have no control over the man I have become. I... understand if you hate me."

"Not at all." Jaeron smiled, and there was a certain deviousness in his expression, a mischief that he barely hid. "I understand, father - and if you must take your lusts out on me in order for us to rebuild our relationship, then so be it."

"I... no." Gevurah struggled with the concept for a moment, his brow furrowing; his cock strained against his armor, hard beyond measure. "That is... I cannot do that to you."

"But you want to," Jaeron said softly. "I can see it in your eyes, your desire to draw me into a breathless kiss, to bend me over right in front of all your subjects. You wish to show me my place, do you not?"

Gevurah visibly shuddered, his eyes flickering with lust. He wanted to, there was no doubt about it; his son was absolutely correct. There was no denying his lusts - but something else was wrong. There was something he needed to remember, something he'd been trying to hold on to with everything he had...

"Then perhaps a kiss, father?" Jaeron asked, his eyes seeming to soften. Clawed digits tilted Gevurah's face up towards him. "It has been all that you could think about, since I left for my mission. Just one kiss, so you can see what it might be like to have me in your arms."

The paralysis abruptly fell away. Gevurah could have run, if he chose; he could have fought, pulled his blade out to attack the demon he now thought was his son. Jaeron gave him a choice: Give in to the forbidden, the taboo... or fight.

He chose the former. It was hardly a choice, really. Jaeron's darkness pressed down on his mind, made it so that he could think about nothing but what his son's lips might feel on his own. The moment he was released, he leapt forward, catching the demon in a passionate, heated kiss. A small part of his brain told him that this was his son, that this was sinful, wrong - but the vast majority lost itself in the moment, pulling the naked demon deep into his arms, holding him close...

Then Gevurah's mind cleared slightly, his body freezing again. His desire dimmed, though it didn't fade entirely; awareness came back to him, and he remembered who he was fighting. A demon. A demon that was his son, yes, but a demon nonetheless.

For the first time in a long, long time, Gevurah was at a loss. He simply didn't know what to do.

Some of the knights, still trapped by Jaeron's shadows, tried to shout - to tell him something. The moment they did, shadows wrapped around their lips, preventing them from speaking. Jaeron chuckled softly, stepping away from Gevurah and starting to stroke his dick once more.

"Hard for you to decide what to do, isn't it?" The demon seemed amused more than anything Gevurah's frustration. "The name you chose is a representation of justice - yet there is no true justice. To kill me would be to kill your son, an innocent that was corrupted to the demons against his will. To take me, on the other hand, would be to fall to the demons yourself..." Jaeron chuckled softly. "Do not worry, father. Your choice has already been made."

Gevurah's eyes widened at this. The commander frowned, seeming to regain some semblance of his former pride and regality. "You may have stepped off the path, son," he said, his voice soft. "But I still believe in you. You can fight the influence of the demon - we can do it. Together."

Jaeron paused for a moment. He looked down at Gevurah. Despite the situation he was in, his eyes were still filled with hope, with an unwavering faith in the man that the demon had once been.

But that man was no more. "You assume, father, that I want to do such a thing." Jaeron's voice was uncharacteristically serious. It was a gesture of respect for the man; Gevurah's identity had stayed intact, even with the lust that had been heaped upon him and his very past altered with hypnotic magic. "But I am better than I ever was - and soon, you will be too."

With that, he closed his eyes. The demon ran his claws along his shaft; he had been hard for far too long, without an ounce of relief. That, however, was about to change; Jaeron let out a low groan as he gripped and massaged the length of his shaft, immersing himself in the pleasure. It wasn't the simple act that got him off - it was the idea that his cum would catalyse Gevurah's transformation, corrupt the once noble man into a creature that cared for nothing but the satisfaction of his own carnal desires.

Jaeron let out a soft grunt as the pleasure began to build. Without wasting a moment, he pried Gevurah's lips open, thrusting into the warm mouth and groaning as it wrapped tight around his cock. The commander tried to act, but there was nothing he could do; the demon had frozen even his ability to speak. All he could do was watch as the demon thrust into his mouth, taste the precum as it drooled from the tip of his cock, smell the musk of the demon's sex....

Gevurah shuddered slightly. This was far more pleasant than it should have been, he realised; he was deepthroating his own son. The demon was forcing his lengthy cock deep into his throat. He should have been angry, disgusted... anything but the slow lust that was creeping up on him. It took all his effort to suppress the groan that threatened to rise from his lips.

It didn't help that Jaeron's precum had the taint of magic to it. The more he swallowed, the harder it became to tear his eyes away from his son's corrupted body. Even before he'd been turned into a demon, Jaeron had been an attractive man - but now that he had allowed his darker nature to take over... Gevurah couldn't help but gulp at the sheen of sweat that had developed over the demon's muscles, the way the markings on his body flexed with every movement.

The idea that his son had succumbed to a force of pleasure, had become nothing but a vessel for it... It turned him on. It made him want to _use_him, to take Jaeron for the whore he'd allowed himself to turn into. Gevurah would teach the demon his place, he thought; he would wrench his son's tail above his ass, plunge into that tight little hole...

The commander shuddered, trying desperately to fight against the thoughts seeping into his mind. It was nothing but the effect of the demon's magic seeping into his soul - but with his body frozen, there was so little that he could do to fight.

It didn't help when Jaeron groaned with pleasure, when he gave one final thrust and forced himself as deep as he could go into Gevurah's mouth. Hot, demonic cum poured into the commander's throat, and he was forced to swallow for fear of choking; there was just so much...

He wasn't sure when it had happened, but his reluctant swallowing soon became eager, almost desperate. A power filled and flooded into his body with each drop of cum he swallowed, leaving him panting; small scales of what seemed to be stone began to form on his hands and knees, peering out from under the skin.

That should have been his first warning. Gevurah, alas, was too distracted trying to fight off the influence of the demonic pre; he panted as Jaeron withdrew from his lips, drops of the tainted cum still drooling from his mouth and onto his armor. "I... will not... submit..."

"Who says I wanted you to submit, father?" Jaeron chuckled. He ran fingers over Gevurah's armor, and the metal seemed to melt at his touch; it took only moments for it to fall apart, revealing bare skin underneath. Bare, at least, save for a familiar tattoo that resided on Gevurah's chest.

It was the symbol for protection - the very same one that had been carved into his amulet, and the very same one that was almost identical to the rune for lust. Jaeron grinned, the idea forming quickly in his mind.

It took little effort for him to strip off the rest of Gevurah's armor,. the pieces of metal smoking with dark energy as they fell to the ground. The commander knelt, his gaze defiant, trying to somehow remain strong in spite of his situation and his growing lust - but his image was easily ruined by the thick, throbbing shaft between his legs. Jaeron smirked at the sight, running a claw along the base of the manhood.

"Your body does not seem to reflect your words, father." The demon stressed the last word, chuckling at the way the commander flinched and his cock throbbed with arousal. Perhaps he'd been able to draw upon a hidden fetish he hadn't known existed. "It seems I will need to do more to draw forth your inner desires..."

He didn't give Gevurah a chance to respond. The demon straddled his father, groaning with a heated breath into the commander's ear. He felt the man's cock press against his cheeks, teasing his entrance, and though his actions were largely to tease Gevurah into giving in... He couldn't help but admit that he, too, was eager.

It was why he was doing this, after all. Push the commander far enough, and every hidden desire, every selfish impulse would emerge. The more noble the man, the darker his shadow, after all. Jaeron couldn't wait to see what Gevurah's shadow would be like.

Jaeron moaned softly as he slid down on the commander's cock. Gevurah groaned with him, the sound reluctant but nonetheless present; the man's eyes flickered shut and he let out a shuddering gasp as he hilted within the demon. Jaeron was tight, and his passage verged on painfully hot with the way it swirled with demonic energy - yet there was nothing that could be compared with pushing into his own son.

Gevurah barely realised his hips had pushed up slightly. He was too busy fighting, too busy telling himself that this was wrong. He protected his mind, but in doing so, forgot about what his body was doing.

And to the knights, that was what mattered. They saw their commander slowly giving in, his hips jerking up into the demon, Jaeron moaning in pleasure as he was filled with Gevurah's cock. That was enough for their resistance to start to shatter, and as they gave in to their lust, the shadows that kept them trapped in place began to climb - writhing slowly up their legs, their arms... changing them.

Much like Gevurah himself was being changed.

It was subtle, at first, but it was impossible not to notice after a while. As Jaeron rode the commander, the little scales of stone on his skin began to grow, covering his hands and feet in a plating similar to Jaeron's own. The more he gave in to the pleasure - to his desire - the more he changed, and the more the demon within him was winning.

And it felt good to lose. The demon's ass was wrapped tight and hot around his cock, and he bounced on the commander like there was nothing better in the world - like his manhood was the only thing that mattered, the only thing that could satisfy him. Gevurah felt a pride swell in his chest at the idea. His cock was the only one that could please his son; wasn't it a matter of fatherly duty, then, that he accept the corruption?

...But it was wrong, and Gevurah fought. He poured his heart into it, battled the influence of his own lust. There was only so much he could do, but he almost thought it was working - at least, until Jaeron reached down to his own cock. The demon let out a small, panting moan as he rode his commander, his shaft twitching and dripping with pre.

It was the perfect tool for reshaping Gevurah. He gathered the precum in his claws, carelessly drew on the commander's chest as he bounced and moaned. It was a sloppy thing, but he reshaped the magic easily enough. What was a rune of protection became a rune of lust, much like his own pendant had been changed.

And Gevurah's eyes flashed.

There was a shudder as he attempted to resist and fight the lust now coursing through his veins - but Gevurah looked at Jaeron, and he saw the demon as his son. A son who had gone out of his way to get himself corrupted, turned into a creature of darkness... a son who had to be punished.

He growled. His hands grabbed onto Jaeron's hips and he _slammed_the demon down onto his cock. It was so satisfying to finally give in, to no longer resist the sheer pleasure of Jaeron's tight, hot passage. The demon groaned in pleasure and need as his father's cock struck at his prostate; precum spurted out of his dick, and Gevurah let out a pleased snarl, nipping at his son's neck as he did so.

His transformation surged as he gave in. Stone scales sprouted quickly along his skin, his hands and feet alike growing claws that that would easily bite into the flesh of any mortal man. The rune that ran along his chest began to glow, expanding and growing so that it wrapped around his stomach and cock as well. With that came a surge of power - but that power wasn't enough. Not anymore.

"Fine, son," Gevurah hissed. "If you're so eager to prove yourself, then you best be sure you're prepared. I have little to hold back for runts like you."

The commander forced the demon to the ground, a clawed hand pressing Jaeron's chest against the marble floor. He spared no expense with his thrusts; Jaeron moaned and groaned, his claws scratching gouges in the ground as his father drilled into him with enough strength to crack the tiles beneath them. Drool escaped from Gevurah's mouth as he gave in to feral, animalistic urges.

Right on cue, his scalp seemed to pull apart from his skull, drawing backwards from his head to form serrated horns that bent backwards over his head. Gevurah's ears grew pointed, his pupils fading away to be replaced by a tainted sort of light. One hand grabbed on to jerk Jaeron's tail towards him, the other grabbing the demon by the shoulder to slam in for leverage.

That was enough for him to reach his orgasm. He came with a roar, and as he did, spikes burst forth from his shoulders to form plated skin. Wave after wave of hot, demonic cum - the very same Jaeron had forced him to swallow - poured into the other demon, very quickly spilling out of that tight ass and onto the floor instead.

Little surprise that the torrent of seed was enough for Jaeron as well. The demon moaned his pleasure as his back arched, his own cum spilling out of him and onto the ground... and all around them, men allowed themselves to be consumed by the shadow. There was little hope, after all, if even Gevurah had fallen. Why not enjoy the same pleasures he was?

Jaeron panted slowly as he returned to his feet, smiling up at the man who had once been his commander. "Well, father?" he said. He knew the next phase of their plan, but he deferred to Gevurah automatically; the man was a stronger demon than he, after all, and he knew his place. If he didn't, Gevurah would teach it to him... A thought that he had to admit was not entirely unattractive. "What are we to do next?"

"We find the king, of course." Gevurah smirked. He gestured to the men around them, forced to change by their own shadows, rutting and growling their pleasure. "What better way to test our control, after all?"

"You... you won't..."

A lone voice rang out in the hall. One man, it seemed, hadn't allowed himself to succumb to the corruptive aura that emanated from Jaeron's very soul. Though the guard's cock ached and throbbed at the very sight of the two handsome demons before him, and the shadows writhed along his limbs... There was a glint of purity in his eyes, something within him that seemed to resist the darkness.

"Ah. Voteir." Gevurah smiled. He strode towards his former right-hand man, his shaft twitching eagerly with every step he took; the man had always been exceptionally loyal. He should have known it would take more than simple lust and shadow to convert him to their ways.

Which, of course, was fine with him. Voteir was a man who needed a more... personal touch, after all; he'd always thought the knight was rather handsome. Now he could look forward to seeing that handsome face twisted in ecstasy, its noble features turned from righteous anger to a darker desperation and more perverted need. Cum would dribble from his lips, and he would lick up every drop.

"You've always been the stubborn one." Gevurah's voice was a low growl. He seemed to have taken on Jaeron's former confidence; where the knight had been arrogant before, he now allowed Gevurah to take the lead, seeming to consider the demon above him in station. "What exactly do you think your stubbornness will earn you here, Voteir? A precious few seconds with your mind intact?" The demon shook his head, chuckling.

"It will earn me my dignity," Voteir replied, his gaze straight and his hands firmly grasping his sword. The steel was bound tightly to his side, the darkness writhing on his skin restricting both form and movement - yet he seemed to be confident regardless. As far as Gevurah was concerned, that was mere foolishness. There was nothing Voteir could do that would harm either of the demons.

"Dignity?" It was Jaeron that spoke this time, though a hiss from Gevurah shut the smaller demon up. The former knight frowned, but stepped backwards, accepting Gevurah's authority.

"What little he has." Gevurah shook his head, offering his second-in-command a smirk. "He must feel quite a bit of shame, allowing me to become corrupted like this. It's supposed to be his job to protect me, and all he did was stand and watch as I turned into an animalistic beast."

The demon clicked his tongue, clawed fingers dragging along the knight's soft skin dangerously. "And you actually enjoyed it, didn't you? You failed at your job, was forced to watch as I was corrupted against my will... and now look at you." Gevurah grabbed Voteir's cock, the sudden grip harsh and almost painful if not for the surge of pleasure that came with it. Voteir jerked his hips against the demon's hand, gasping with shock. "Pretending to fight and defy me, to salvage what little honor you have left."

"Gevurah, please." Voteir seemed to change tactics, his eyes searching that of his former commander's - yet the demon looked back at him without a hint of remorse in his eyes. If anything, he raked his gaze across the knight's body, smirking at the way it seemed to draw forth a shudder. "You represent justice. To do what you are doing... You betray all that you stood for."

"And I feel so very, very good doing it," Gevurah countered with a smirk. He gathered precum to his fingers, pressed the corrupted fluid to Voteir's lips - and though the knight resisted, the demon's strength was great, and the taste slipped into and filled his mouth. Musky, potent, filled with the promise of power and pleasure... Swallowing was almost a reflex, and his eyes seemed to glaze over slightly at the flavor that flooded into him. "Just like you'll feel good submitting..."

"N... no." Voteir shook his head, his body shaking. The shadows had taken root, however; even his momentary pleasure had been enough for the magic to break through, allowing the darkness to solidify on his skin. "I will not be weak, Gevurah. Not like you are."

"Brave words for someone who keens so desperately for pleasure," the demon responded with a smirk. Voteir shot him a look of confusion - at least before his former commander forced his jaws open, pushing his cock into the knight's mouth. He grunted at the wet opening wrapping around his cock; he could feel the knight trying to clamp down, but his claws were steady, making that impossible.

In fact, every bit of struggle that Voteir tried only improved things. The knight gave up on clenching down on his teeth, and began using his tongue to try to force out the commander's cock instead. That, at least, was what he told himself; in truth, the taste of the demonic dick brushing against his tongue had been overwhelming, almost addictive...

So he made excuses he was fighting as his tongue wrestled with the demon's dick, as his head bobbed up and down and allowed Gevurah's shaft to press deep into his throat. Precum seeped into his mouth, slowly changing his very being and letting the shadows bind all the more to him - turning him into a loyal soldier for Deyx and his cause.

It wasn't long before Voteir grabbed on to Gevurah's legs. He told himself it was so he could shove himself away - but instead he used the leverage to drag himself in, deepthroating Gevurah's cock with the eagerness of a pathetic little whore. He moaned softly at the taste, his own shaft throbbing between his legs.

Gevurah laughed, his lips curling into a dark smirk as he pressed clawed fingers into the back of Voteir's head. He could feel his newly granted power flooding him, almost seeming to empower him as he corrupted yet another man to their cause. The more Voteir drunk from him, the more powerful he felt - the greater he felt.

He was a commander, after all. Why shouldn't he be the commander of Deyx's new forces as well? Jaeron could be his right hand man and his son, but he would be the one to lead the arrny of demons against the kingdom, dominating them all and taking pleasure whenever and wherever he wanted.

It was his right, and it had taken Voteir's corruption for him to realise that. Gevurah growled low in his breath, an expression of his dominance and his strength over all - he took over for Voteir, thrusting his hips deep into that warm, eager mouth, his precum leaking freely down the knight's throat.

And then he came.

It was a flood of demonic seed that made Voteir moan with pleasure and excitement; the formerly human male jerked his hips up against the air, swallowing every drop of cum he could. Even then, the fluid dribbled from his lips and down his neck and chest. The knight barely seemed to realise it as he reached up, lost in the throes of his pleasure - his hands rubbed the demonic essence into his body, and as he did, the last of his change completed.

The shadows completed and solidified into a horned helmet around his head; the rest curled and twisted around his body, a graceful and surprisingly beautiful set of armor protecting him. He was different from the higher demons that had created him, yet not quite the same as the lesser demons created by Jaeron's shadows.

"You will be a commander for our army." Gevurah's words brooked no argument. "Your righteous nature and former name is no more. You will have no name other than that which I give you: Wrath, the first of seven. Is that understood?"

"...yes, sir." Wrath licked his lips, gathering what taste of the commander's cum he could. He smiled, and the smile was dark - filled with restrained power.

"Good." Gevurah smirked, striding off with Jaeron and Wrath by his side. The other demons rose to follow with his gesture, forming a neat parade of monstrous men behind him. "Now to claim the king, and perhaps Deyx will see fit to grant us more fitting names as well."