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The world was much greater and so much grander than I had ever expected. Master opened my eyes to that. He opened my eyes to many truths denied by the masses. My home was one among many - and my heart swelled to bursting with the knowledge that he chose me, amongst the many trillions of infernal stars in that dark sky. For every mortal soul who my Master desired to keep amongst his company, there were just as many undeserving of his mercy.

I was the first.

I did not abandon my reason. I understood that Master was the lord of a domain so large in scale, that I alone could not control it. His inferno was a lonely one. While I was more than capable of basking in his magnificence, the smell of his body and the heat of his seed forever, he wanted to pluck even more lights for himself. I did not easily escape the responsibilities that had weighed so heavily on my heart when I arrived here. I had new ones to bear.

But this was a task I took with the upmost sincerity.

Time passed strangely when I was with Master. We could whittle away months at a time in reckless, bestial lovemaking. While he rarely stood from his seat, that didn't stop him from driving me wild every time we bred. Then we would stop, and simply enjoy each other's company for a few weeks, before starting the process all over again. It was during one of those lulls where he spoke for the first time in an age. Someone had intruded into his realm.

He stroked my back affectionally and urged me to go. It would by my judgement that would decide their fates. An unknown instinct surged inside of me. I got down onto all four of my powerful legs and departed from his side, the thought made my heart ache, but the excitement of being able to... hunt. I wanted to hunt. To tear flesh from bone. To strike fear into their hearts. To corrupt them beyond recognition and show them the same pleasure that I had found.

My midnight black fur helped me blend into the scenery. I stalked through the shadows until I finally found who was foolish enough to enter Master's realm without his permission. A group of four. Forsaking subtlety, they spoke loud and obnoxiously as they attempted to find their way. They would only find Master if he wished it, he had complete control of his domain.

At the head of the pack was a muscular man with vivid blonde hair. He was wearing strange metal armour like that of a medieval knight. This idiosyncratic style of dress was shared amongst all of the mortals who had come to be consumed. I lipped my lips, molten slobber dripping from my open maw.

The only woman in the group spoke, her shrill voice one of panic. "Surely you have lost your senses Arthur, to endeavour into a place such as this!" Her left hand tightly clutched a hilted sword. They had come to try and kill whatever resided within our realm. They would not succeed. "If the demons are not the end of us, surely this heat will be."

"Calm yourself Mary," the leader spoke with an assured tone and confident smile, "We have yet to even see a demon; and you are with the greatest battalion of demon slayers this side of the twelve veils!"

A weedy man with messy black hair and glasses wiped his brow, "Even so, this heat is something. Surely we have found the heart of the inferno."

"I thought that you would be the most eager of all Alan. Is this not the discovery you wished to make for our order?"

He pulled out a leather-bound book and scribbled down a language I did not recognize. "This does not match the description that we were given. Nor does it seem that there are any demons residing here."

The final man, with dark skin and closely shaved hair, patted his shoulder, "You always worry too much. If there are no foes to be found, then all we will have sacrificed is our time and energy."

"There's only so much time that we have to live..."

"You say it like you're going to die tomorrow. Be confident in your ability to grow old and infirm."

Arthur scratched his head, "But he is right. At the least I was expecting a golem or two. Perhaps this place is merely uninhabited."

Alan objected, "If there was nothing here - there wouldn't be a veil to break down. It's hiding somewhere."

"Afraid of my might!"

"Afraid of showing it's hand too early."

The petty squabbles of mortals were so amusing to me now. I used to be like them. Worrying about the ways of the world, about my job, or keeping a roof over my head. I didn't need to worry about those things anymore, they were so insignificant compared to what my Master had offered me. To see a glimpse of eternity and then even more. To be unshackled from the mortal chains that bound my human heart. To be reformed in his fire, like the finest sword.

Judgement was at hand.

I leapt from my hiding place and into their path, the ground cracking and spewing lava between my toes. They group stepped back in surprise. My atrophied vocal chords could not speak like they used to. "Fight," I demanded.

I towered over all of them. My eight-foot frame casting them into shadow. "My word, he's huge!" The bespectacled man declared, he quickly set about sketching my form into his notebook, "What a fascinating creature! And capable of speech as well! Look at his veins! And his fur is on fire!" He haphazardly gushed about my body as the others drew their weapons. He didn't seem so interested in the act of battle - unlike his companions.

"A demon that can speak is still a demon," Arthur grumbled, "If he wants to fight, who are we to deny him the pleasure?" He charged at me, eyes full of blood and thunder, and swung his mighty blade. As the steel met me I could feel an outburst of heat from my body. The sword melted in an instant. The liquid metal bouncing harmlessly off of my heat resistant body. Arthur turned to follow up his strike, but was halted by the sight of his ruined weapon, now only a hilt.

"Unbelievable!"

I wound up and punched him, holding back so as to not damage him too badly. He tumbled end over end and crashed into a nearby rock, shattering it into a million pieces. "Arthur!" called the other knight, holding his hand out. He clenched the outstretched appendage and turned to face me, anger freshly etched onto his face.

"I will not underestimate you, monster!"

Each word was punctuated with a lick of flame, "You... already... have."

The man wailed a weak war cry that betrayed his fear. I could smell it on his breath, his scent was that of mere prey. He charged, having learnt nothing from the defeat of his friend. His sword was equally ineffective, and once it had melted away he discarded it and attempt to strike me with his right hand. I stopped the blow in mid-air with my inhuman speed and strength, and twisted it until he gasped in pain. He fell to his knees and shook is head, as if to plead for my mercy.

My palms were heating up. He tried to free himself from my grasp as I seared his paper-thin skin with my damned blood. The smell of burned flesh was not a pleasant one, not compared to the sweat and fluids of my Master. "Ah! Let me go you accursed beast!" Luckily for him, divine intervention struck. My Master halted me before I could snuff out his worthless life.

Wordlessly I reached out with my other hand and gripped his head between my claws. It was nothing more than a grape - something that I could lazily crush between my fingers. I released the arm he was so dearly attached to and closed in. The skin on his face seared and crinkled as the heat of my breath scorched his skin anew.

"No, no!"

I inhaled a mighty breath and peeled open his quivering mouth hole. This was not a kiss. I enclosed it between my fingers and breathed out, a spew of flame belching forth from my stomach. There was nowhere for him to escape to. The fire spread through his veins. He screamed and kicked and clawed at me, but a mortal could not hope to harm me. I was my Master's chosen, his precious servant. He had spared me, and others, his wrath by making me immortal.

I released the quivering body as it fell back. The end of his previous life brought about the beginning of the next as my Master's influence took hold. He would see the truth and be happier for it. His body remained mostly intact, save for the emergence of black horns poking from his skull. I glanced up for my next target. Master would reshape him into something worthy of his eyes. The scholar had remained enthralled by the display, frantically scribbling his notes like nothing was amiss.

The woman had fled. The acidic stench of her piss filled my nose. She had defecated herself and fled like a craven worm. I turned to Alan. His manic grin and glassy eyes told the tale. He had lost his mind. It was something difficult for the young and bald to witness. I felt a pounding on my right side. Looking down, Arthur clung onto my leg and tried to beat me into submission. I flexed the muscle in my thigh, and he recoiled as he punched the rock-hard surface at full force.

"Resilient..."

Master spoke again into my mind's eye. This man could spread the truth. I wanted to keep Master all to myself. Yet still I needed to spread the truth to the mortals. He chuckled and scolded me, there was no need for me to be selfish. Cowed, I reached down and dipped a claw into my sheathe with a grunt. My overfull prostate and incredibly productive balls meant that I was always dripping cum into my fur. I left a trail of magma wherever I went, just how Master liked it. Those lacking in caution would find themselves torn from their mortality without my direct intervention. My knotted member was as wicked as my master's godly visage. It burned orange like an iron brand. It was almost the size of the knight's arm, and thicker still. The mere possession of such an incredible tool was enough to bring me rapturous pleasure. Always pulsating, brushing against my thighs or the inside of my sheathe.

The scholar gasped as I wrapped my vicious claws around it and began to slowly pump myself to full size. The beastly canine member hung low with menace, slowly drooling a steady stream of scalding hot magma. With little regard for the mortal beneath me, I pressed him down into the ground using one of my paws. It forced the breath from his lungs. His nails bled as he tried to drag himself away from me.

With a sadistic smile I gripped his armor with my claws, slicing through it like paper. He cried out as the tips of my claws pressed into his vulnerable flesh and drew blood. Without leaning down, I dragged him to the pool of cum using my left foot. I pulled back, hovering his limp body over the dangerous liquid.

"No, please!"

His words would not reach my ears. Would man regard the insects he stamps on with the same care? These people were nothing to me but prey. They existed for me to hunt, fuck and consume. I was on a level above them, they were lesser beings. I lowered him, face first, into my secretions. His screams of fear were music to my ears. The process didn't hurt - but the true terror for the ignorant and obscene was to lose themselves, to be proven wrong, for everything they knew and clung onto to be torn away.

His arms and legs twisted and flailed, but there was no refuge to be found for him now. The moment his human skin made contact with my seed, my Master's influence dug deep into the cortex of his mind and began to show him the truth of what was and would always be. Servitude under his heel, under me. He would be a member of my pack, he would help me spread the good word of our god to every realm that dared touch ours. We would corrupt the earth and the plants, defile the people and their icons.

His face twisted into a snarl as black hair sprouted from every pore on his weak body. I released my claws with a satisfied growl as his entire body twisted and wretched like a puppet with its strings cut away. I tore away his worthless armor, scraps melting into the floor as the heat intensified around my body. I poked at his tender asshole with my vicious cock before ramming it inside. His stomach bulged as the large intruder pummelled organs and flesh. As his humanity was stripped away, I could feel his body pushing back against me.

My assault would have killed a normal person. Master's touch worked quickly. His eyes reddened, his skin blackened. I grunted and shoved myself deeper as his body began to expand outwards. His face, twisted into the deepest shade of agony by my torture, elongated and morphed into that of a canine.

My purpose was not his pleasure, nor his enjoyment. I did not try to hold back the banks that threatened to burst with every thrust. I howled as I filled his bowels with another load of my cum. He whimpered and snarled as his body was finally complete, sculpted into a hellhound like myself. My Master's preferences were clear to see - I towered over the new beta of our pack. He was smaller and weedy, and his fire did not burn as brightly as mine.

The dreg whined and clutched his gaping hole between sharpened fingers. If he wished to enjoy the pleasures of the flesh to the fullest, he would not find relief with me. He was an obligation that I was dealt. My true desire was reserved only for my Master. His eyes were still defiant, but a thin layer of glass trapped his individuality. He had been split in twain by the truth of the world. He could not deny what he had seen, a lifetime of indoctrination smashed headfirst into a brick wall.

On the other side of things, the scholar prostrated himself at my feet. He babbled words that held no meaning to me, no worth. My Master was feeling merciful. The man would serve his use to us. I turned to my packmate with a snarl, "Find the other." He motioned to defy my order, but this was a fight he could not win. He had been pressed into my service, and his feelings on the matter were needless.

The hound took no pleasure from picking up her trail, and what a trail it was. He dashed away into the dark. I turned back to our other guest. The man had lost his mind. It was mere clay that my Master could mould into any form here desired. But sometimes inaction was the best action. I had no doubt that my Master could disguise us as humans if he so desired, but why go to the effort when we had one with us?

I dragged the man by the collar through a hellish door and to the throne-room of our realm. Master awaited with a smile on his face. I threw the man down in front of him and pressed my foot against his back to ensure that he bowed with the proper level of respect.

"I know everything that you are, scholar. The only question I have left to ask - is will you assist us?"

I released some of the pressure and allowed him to finally gaze upon the form of his body, his thick cock, his bulging masculinity. He nodded frantically. There was no question, there was no other answer left for him to give. He would submit his everything to my Master, and in turn we would tear a path through the fools who thought that they were the apex predators.

"You will open the gates your world, and we will feast freely upon it." The screams of a woman in distress echoed through the nothingness. I could feel him trembling, hear his breathing growing faster, I could smell the sweat on his skin. It was the stench of pure fear. Nothing more and nothing less.

My Master's chest rumbled as he found mirth at that moment. I was struck by how handsome he was. "Take your new friend and have your way with these knights. Show them the same courtesy that I did you."

I bowed my head and dragged the flailing man away to regroup with the former swordsman. We would feast soon enough.