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The voice, the presence, the demon queen was gone. So ended the Hierarch, and so ended she. An empty chalice fell, and shattered, leaving nothing behind. She, our protagonist, fell, her mind shattered, and too much was left behind.

Bones cracked and grew, as she grew taller. As she lay there, her fur, once white, if coarse and greyed through years of hard living, darkened and became softer than the finest silks. On her head, two large pairs of horns began to grow. The first pair curved back around her skull, forming something vaguely resembling a natural crown, and the second pair jutted forth, simple and sharp. As consciousness slowly forced its way into the creature's broken mind, agony gripped her as flesh tore and knitted, as muscles filled with infernal strength. She screamed, and barely managed to climb to her knees before her breasts, once kept smaller by constant exercise and poor nutrition, began to grew large. The pain was lost quickly as she touched them, awestruck by the sharpness of feeling. She rolled onto her back as the changes continued. Her pussy began to ache with need, and slowly a fire filled her. She reached down with her left hand, and plunged it in. With her right, she brought her breast to her mouth and began to suck, finding a longer, thicker tongue in her mouth, and dozens of sharp teeth. Even as her new fangs threatened to draw blood, she relished the feeling, only sucking harder, until the taste of a hot milk filled her mouth. It was sweet as honey, and filled with corruption that only excited her further. Below, she felt her clit begin to lengthen, and her aim changed. She stroked it, encouraging the growth. Her pleasure mounted the larger it became, and, as much as she tried, she could not finish until it had. Minutes passed as she rubbed at it, and eventually became frustrated at the agonizingly slow growth, but finally, after it was as long as her forearm, and twice as thick at the base, she let loose a torrent of cum. The thick, black fluid coated her breasts and stomach, and glistened with thousands of golden spots. Even after finishing, she slowly rubbed her cock, and admired its shape. It was extremely thin at the tip, and covered in various ridges and bumps along the shaft, until it culminated in a knot as thick as both her forearms put together. Slowly, she made her way to her feet, before tearing off her now tattered and stained clothing. Her progress was immediately reversed, as an immense pain filled her spine, though by now she'd learned to love it as a herald of her new form. Her shoulders tore open, as leathery wings of black and gold burst from her back. Then, as she panted, barely holding herself up, her spine began to lengthen, and push past her pelvic bone. A smooth golden tail extended out from her, ending in a soft spade tip, with a point sharp enough to tear through flesh.

Once again, she stood, now using her wings to help her rise. The desperate rabbit was gone, and so was the ancient queen. From a shattered queen, and a shattered woman composed of obsession, a new queen will rise. The land will not find much mercy from their gods, she thought to herself, as visions of conquest whirled through her mind. Imaginings of power, hedonism, and sex mingled with ancient memories of the same, and she smiled, a fearsome grin. Leaving her rucksack, a thing filled with mortal tools, behind, she took up her hammer and started off.

The room of shadows gave her no trouble, as the darkness welcomed her like a second home. One of the creatures within attempted to draw her blood, the same as it might a weaker being, and she lunged at it. It made the softest squeak as she crushed its chest against a wall, and no other noise after she dug her teeth into its throat. Its blood tasted like ash, but she welcomed it all the same before tearing out the wiry flesh and swallowing the chunk whole. Leaving the body where it fell, she hunted down the remaining creatures, this time simply crushing them with her hammer no matter how quickly they tried to flee. The hammer, once cumbersome, was as easy to swing as a toy, though it now bore ever greater results, including tearing open the last creature's torso and splattering the majority of it across the floor. How many had these beasts killed? She wondered, how many failed to defend themselves from such cowardly monsters?

The next room bore no danger at all, though she chose not to sully her beautiful new fur in the ash. Simply flying, she headed towards the hole she'd entered through. Even in flight, the chamber was huge, and as she flew, memories peppered her mind from two lives, one of power, only to fall, and one of desperation, only to rise. They were pointless. Still, she learned what she could from both. The rabbit knew how to survive, and learned how to temper herself in every situation, and the demon knew power, more spells and violent tactics than anyone else alive. They both knew how to manipulate people, in their own ways. The demon seduced and scared in equal measure, while the rabbit truly knew how to predict, to lie, and to barter. Not everything came at once, most frustratingly was how the old queen had fallen to mortals. The thought worried her as she landed, but she resigned herself to at least knowing that she was greater than either being. Finally, she began walking to the grand doors that had once been hidden, and had once locked away one of the greatest terrors that the world had ever known. She tore them from the walls on principle, nearly caving in the entryway. Then, she left, flying into the night.

The sky was windy and cold, but seeing the world from so high was delightful. She felt endless, like she could go on forever without tiring. During the hours that she flew, she slowly began to think about her plans. The world was before her, laxly enjoying peace. She could start anywhere, though some part of her felt that she owed the rabbit, at least to take some small revenge in her name, and so she turned east, following the constellations that hadn't changed between either life.

Hours later, she dove from the sky, crashing into the ground only to see how little it would do. Of course, gravity could do little to damage her, but the sound woke several sleeping in the houses nearby. Candles began to light even before she walked towards the largest house along the cobble road, and tore its door from the frame. The scream that followed didn't help, nor did those that followed as she dragged that disloyal bastard out by his horns. By the time that she threw him out into the road, a dozen people had congregated by their doors and windows, and one or two must've already run off for the guards. She laughed at the thought of their oncoming failure, before returning to the task at hand. The scrawny deer had recovered enough to look at her, but couldn't scramble away fast enough to avoid her pounce. She gripped his throat and slammed his head down into the road before meeting his eyes and beginning to speak, "Once, you let a girl think she could throw her past away for a future with you, before stealing what little respect and credit she had left. What do you think happened to her?"

She loosened her grip while she waited for his panicked response, "V-Val? Gods be kind, look at you! You've become-"

He was cut off by the thunderclap of a slap across his cheek. In the distance, she could hear the guards getting closer. "That girl's gone, Miiko. I just figured you were still due your reward for your guidance," she said, slowly lowering her lips closer to his, before slowly licking across his neck.

He screamed in blind panic until a guard came to his rescue by attempting to drive his spear through her side. She lunged before the spear reached her, and drove her horns through the guards gut, before pushing him down and slamming his head against the cobbles three times, each louder and stronger, before simply crushing his skull beneath her foot. By now a dozen guards and a handful of particularly brave residents had surrounded her. The most foolish took their comrade's death as reason to charge. The first to make it to her, put all his weight into a swing of his club, only for her to swing her hammer through his hand before he could make contact. The clubman stared at the flap of skin and fine mist where his hand had been, until her next swing brought the head of the hammer through the side of his head, carving out a crater from where his face had been. The next victim hadn't seen it during his sprint from behind her with a knife likely pilfered from his kitchen. He lunged, but she gave him only enough attention to spear her tail through his chest in a single motion so fast that most of the surrounding force missed it. The other two foolish ones realized their mistake by then, and turned to run before reaching her, but she still threw her hammer into the ahead, causing him to fall after it displaced most of his spine. Her patience finally grew thin, and she began to draw upon her magic, whispering old spells under her breath while fire swirled ever larger in her hand. The guards collectively turned to run, but it was too late, as she began launching balls of hellfire one after another, until every home and every body on the street was caught in the conflagration, save for one. Finally alone, with beautiful lighting, she thought to herself as she returned to Miiko. He hardly breathed as he watched her crouch down atop him, and gently place her breast to his mouth. He tried to keep it closed, but a single finger was all it took for her to pull his jaw open wide enough for her to fit it in. Between fear and an unwanted lust, he decided to obey and suck it. After the first taste of her milk, he found he couldn't resist. His thoughts drifted away as he greedily sucked from her tit, even as he began to change. His horns fell off, and his limbs began to shorten. He paid no attention as he desperately gorged himself. His soft, brown fur turned course and black, and his hoofs began to split apart into vicious claws. Still, there was no pain, and eventually no thought in his mind whatsoever, until his muzzle lengthened and the milk began to spill from his cheeks, and his teeth began to sharpen. Still, the few thoughts that returned were rudimentary and without words, and so obedient that they did not question as he opened a new pair of eyes, and another, and another.

Finally, she pulled away from him and admired her handiwork. A beastial hellhound lay beneath her, haphazardly bunched into anthro clothing. She tore the garments away, and eventually revealed its new cock, a pulsing black thing covered in ridges and many knots. The beast panted as it watched her slowly descend onto it, and began to ride it. She kept a hand on the beast's chest for balance, but knew that its new mind was perfectly obedient to its creator. The smells of blood and smoke only excited her further as she raped her new monster, slamming her hips against it until things began to crack in it, and it began to whimper and whine desperately. Still, it knew instinctively not to flee from its queen, while she only thought of her future conquests. Her pussy clenched even tighter when she thought about the plans she now had forming. There were demons to make, summon, and free, and not a single being alive could stop her. She'd rule this world, with as many warriors and fucktoys as she wanted to use as she pleased - She slammed herself down again over the beast's largest knot as it began to cum inside her, even as she pressed harder and harder, until it screeched in pain - and discard as she liked just the same. Finally, she began to stand, placing her foot on its chest to pull its knots out. This land's gods will not save it.