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Hellion Castle Written by Leo_Todrius Commissioned by Reardo

The skies crackled with lightning as periwinkle clouds carrying ash drifted along the orange sky. The sun hung somewhere near the horizon but the moon had already risen and was tinged red. The landscape of the once great Kingdom of Anuar had changed a great deal in recent times, ever since the arch demon Armaros had started his campaign and spread his influence outward like a great blight. The skies were sullied with hellish colors, rivers had turned red or black or gold, the leaves of the trees were bronze in color. Volcanic islands lifted up from the sea and magma vents dotted the landscape, but it wasn't just the lands that were changing.

It had started with the teenagers, the impressionable youth falling prey to the corruption of the demon. They had grown wicked, resorting to banditry and violence, the boys turning to each other to fulfill their lustful passions. They had taken on tattoos, their hair had changed to ungodly colors, they dressed in leather and spikes... but that had only been the start. As Armaros' corruption grew, they had grown horns, tails, wings and sharp teeth. They had abandoned their humanity and had been taken on as the children of the demons.

Most women had fled the country, many families had been sent away by the king for their own safety... and day by day, Armaros grew more powerful while the king's power ebbed away. For a time King Leonid had believed peace was possible, he had made a deal with Armaros... and it seemed to work. The righteous war had ceased, the deaths had stopped, but Armaros continued to spread. The islands promised to the kingdom as new lands were inhabitable only by those tainted by Armaros. Village by village, the entire kingdom had been corrupted until only the castle remained, manned by the remaining knights.

Leonid moved around his throne room, pacing in contemplation. He thought of the days the church had been in control and remembered the trials the church put his men through. The Knight Reardo had been accused of corruption, of dark ways. It hadn't been true, but he had been punished for it... Then he had been sent on a suicide mission. Worse than death, he had fallen and become the right hand demon of Armaros, nearly as powerful as the arch demon himself. It had been the start of the end... Reardo had sent a message to the king that his days were numbered, and every sunrise weighed heavily on the king. He wondered how many of his men had fallen due to the unjust church and unjust rule, the other side of the terrible coin.

The king left his throne room, moving down the thick stone walls, heading for the stairs that led up to the gantries. His crows was a magnificent gold, highlighted with patterns and indentations as opposed to embellishments of jewels. His gold hair was straight and smooth, cascading down to his shoulders while a short beard hugged his face, a tribute to his position in life. His clothes were white and red, emblazoned with the Christian cross as a dedication of his kingdom to the kingdom of god, though Leonid was at a loss. The church itself had reflected poorly of his god and had been crushed. The king wondered if it would have been wiser to keep his faith but keep it separate from his rule. Never the less, it was far too late for that.

Leonid felt the harsh bite of the air as he ascended. It was oddly warm, though it had been for many months. The bite came from the sulfur and other gasses in the air. He moved up and stepped onto the stone, moving to the outer wall where his guards stood, archery equipment at the ready. Further back, massive trebuchets were loaded with stones to defend the castle to the last. The king moved among the men, seeing one stalwart face after another, though one knight seemed to have slumped shoulders, his face drawn. Leonid knew that morale was important in any war. He moved over to the knight, resting his hand on the man's shoulder.

"What is the trouble good knight?" Leonid asked. The knight looked to his sire with soft blue eyes.

"I have just seen my son, standing over a vent, breathing the deadly vapors of the Earth and growing stronger from them, shedding his humanity and becoming a beast of the underworld..." The knight murmured. Leonid turned, looking out past the castle walls. It was true, a group of teenagers and twenty year olds had gathered where the foul greenish yellow gasses spilled out, breathing them in. Their clothes were growing tight as muscles bulged. Youthful faces darkened with stubble before dark beards pushed out. Foreheads distended as horns emerged and spaded and even spiked tails spread out of their pants before they swung free. Amber eyes glanced up at the castle before they scattered back into the village buildings. The king would not let that image demoralize his men. He turned to address them.

"I know it is a harsh sight my good knight, we have all seen many nightmares, living to this time... We may, in our weakness, see it as living to the last days... but all is not lost, not for as long as we have strength and resolve. Our bones are sturdy, our flesh secure, our souls unwaivering. The church may have failed us, but god never will. We will defend this castle, then we will push back through our lands and reclaim them from the demons!" The king exclaimed, eliciting a cheer from the men as their hearts were renewed.

The cheers echoed through the air, audible outside the walls of the castle. They drifted down to where the demon Reardo stood in the shadows, his wings unfurled, his muscles glistening in the light. Reardo's life had traveled a strange and wayward path, but he had been at peace for some time. He had buried his anguish, his hatred, his despair and loss, he had set that all aside forever when he had brought Bronn to justice. On that day he had truly taken on the mantle of Armaros' right hand demon, there to bring their power and glory to the lands... And there was only one target left before he could hand his master and partner the kingdom itself. The castle would have to fall.

Reardo turned his head, looking into the shadows of the other buildings. Amber, hazel and brown eyes gazed back from the hundreds of minions, advancing within striking distance of the castle in the shadows in a way no true human could. Reardo took a breath before he gestured one clawed hand. Dozens of demon soldiers rushed out and took flight, their wings spreading wide. They arched up into the air, gliding up along the brick walls of the castle grounds before shooting up over the top. Two guards were clutched in talons, lifted upwards and away. One was dropped, tumbling through the air before impacting the ground below. The other was drizzled with demonic seed as he was carried away. He tried to spit it out, but the damage was already done. Soon he was drooling and opening his mouth to collect more as his body contorted.

The raging horn echoed out from the castle, alerting all to the attack. Torches ignited all around the perimeter and the air hissed with the shafts of arrows arching through the sky. Demons roared in fury and pain as the arrows pierced their wings or sunk into their chests, the attackers dropping down to the ground like stones themselves. It was a flurry of chaos, but chaos was what Reardo had desired. Even the king had been caught outside during the attack. He drew his sword and swung it as the demons came for him, cleaving into their flesh and sending them reeling back, landing at the base of one of the trebuchets before it fired.

The massive load was hurtled high into the air before it exploded open, unfurling a heavy metal chain net. The net caught many demons before sailing to the ground, pinning them in place for the archers to try and pick off. More demons erupted from the shadows of the village, swooping in on other trajectories, sending the knights reeling to keep up with it all. In the midst of everything, Reardo advanced through the crowd toward the base of the castle, reaching the draw bridge. Reardo rubbed his hands together before he held them out and then pushed downwards. The ground beneath the drawbridge sunk and fell away, creating a divot. Reardo moved down under, crouching until he saw the light of day leaking through a gap.

"Third wave!" Reardo called out. Another group of demons charged the castle, though they moved on foot. Most lacked wings but made up for it with muscle and larger claws. Their skin tones were darker, the color of granite and slate. Reaching Reardo, they slammed their claws against the walls, sinking them into the stone, cutting through it slowly. They dug, clutched and broke through the stone, revealing the massive hinges the door rested on. Soon they clawed and sawed at those until the massive wooden and metal ramp shuddered and suddenly lurched. Reardo waved them back as the entire mechanism came apart. No longer balanced, the inner restraints snapped and the ramp dropped to the ground before falling forward, the chains whipping through the loops before flying free.

With the drawbridge out of the way, the demons moved to start slicing and gnawing on the metal bars of the inner defenses. The metal bars snapped and clattered to the ground as holes were formed. The demons began piling into the castle. A roar came from knights that moved to pour boiling oil on the intruders but the dark colored demons bent forward, closing their eyes. The color drained from their skin as it hardened and turned into stone, leaving them completely unharmed as the oil splashed across them and dripped to the ground. The demons behind the gargoyles advanced, knowing the knights had used their oil up and were too startled to prepare another batch.

The sounds of the advance echoed through the castle, both from the ground troops and those above. Reardo continued on foot, his eyes surveying the castle. It seemed darker than when he had been a knight... far darker than when he had been young and aspired to sit at the king's table. It had seemed so noble, so good... and in a way Reardo had done good, far more than people like Bronn... but it had been tainted by the restrictions, the conventions, the limitations and fear of those he served... but those ways had brought them to collapse. Reardo moved through the castle, turning the corner when he saw a knight trembling with a sword. Reardo came to a stop, recognizing the man.

"I mean you no harm Faldis." Reardo said softly. The man hesitated, looking at the red skinned demon. He had seen paintings of demons all his life, but he had never seen one in real life. The features were striking, every facet so intricate that it almost seemed too real... Reardo's burgundy red sin, his silver hair, and his skin gave way to hard scales along his legs. His wings had spikes at the top, his claws were long... Even his spaded tail was covered in armor like scales to protect it. The knight let out a whimper, realizing the demon had called him by name. Faldis studied Reardo's height, his bone structure, knowing so much had changed but the demon knew him... and then the name sprung up.

"Reardo?" he whispered, "Oh Reardo, I'm so sorry... I'm so sorry for so many things." Faldis said gently. He had never supported sending Reardo on his own and he felt that the fact he didn't speak up more had led to Reardo's fall. Reardo, however, was quite pleased by how things had turned out. He reached out, resting a hand on Faldis' shoulder.

"It's alright my friend. You have no cause to be sorry. It worked out in the end. Now, do you wish to flee the kingdom, or stay here?" Reardo asked gently. Faldis' jaw dropped.

"You would let me go without killing me or changing me?" Faldis asked in surprise. The man was a bit larger than he had been in his youth, though his body was that of a noble knight. He was tall with broad shoulders and fine muscles, his hands calloused from hard work and dedication. Despite his prowess and his dark black hair, the knight still seemed innocent and vulnerable. Reardo shook his head.

"You have shown kindness, compassion, and true generosity. These are all the traits that the kingdom had forgotten. If you wish to leave I will give you a seal of protection so my men will not harm you." Reardo said.

"And... you exhibit all the signs of nobility that I have seen lacking in these modern days... Signs of an era that I miss. How is it that I could have been so mistaken?" Faldis whispered. Reardo grinned.

"We may be afraid of the fire for it might burn us, but it can also light our path... Do you wish to join us Faldis? To become one of us?" Reardo asked. Faldis murmured.

"What must I do?" he asked. Reardo grinned wide.

"Do you remember those fantasies you had when you were putting your armor on? Of us all working together... in ways you attributed to a bad piece of bread and confessed to the father of?" Reardo whispered. Faldis bushed furiously, looking down at the ground in shame. Faldis reached out, placing a clawed finger against the knight's chin, inclining his head before he leaned in and kissed the man. Faldis' eyes went wide in shock before they fluttered shut again an he melted into the kiss, his tongue toying with demon's. He felt the man's sharp teeth, his forked tongue tip. Slowly Faldis reached up to caress Reardo's pointed demonic ear, but it was already too late to Faldis, he too was changing.

The knight's lips turned blue, as if he was out of air at first, but they continued to grow darker. They turned purple, then brown, finally a dark gray as the color began spreading out. Faldis suddenly broke the kiss and lowered down onto his knees, instinctively knowing what was next. Reardo brushed his loin cloth away, offering his shaft tot Faldis who eagerly sucked on the tip, slurping on it before he took even more into his mouth. Reardo watched Faldis suck and slurp, impressed by the man's ability after never having experience... but he also watched the man change. His muscles bulged, his skin toughened and then it darkened. The magic spilled out into his armor, weakening it before it split and cracked, chainmail raining to the floor in tiny loops. Much like the demons that penetrated the castle, Faldis' shoulders grew wide his muscles pushing out more than ever before the gray skin toughened like leather. Faldis' ears pushed into long points, his eyes shifted, his teeth grew sharp around Reardo's shaft.

The changes turned Reardo on so much his tainted seed began leaking into Faldis' mouth, though the knight knew just what to do with it as his ass cheeks parted and his tailbone stretched out into a full tail, swaying around. It swung one way, then the other before Fladis clenched and the tail produced twelve sharp curved ivory sparks in a mace like tail tip before they retracted again. Faldis grunted as his head throbbed with pain before the skin parted and thick horns emerged, making him a true demon. Reardo shuddered, giving his old fiend another huge load of cum. Faldis gulped it down before he licked the demon master clean and pulled back, lowering his head. Reardo reached to stroke Faldis hair softly.

"Rise my friend, you are not my servant, you are an equal." Reado explained. Faldis gave a wicked grin.

"The king is this way... He went to see the men on the roof but they would have made him retreat." Faldis said, turning and leading off, his knight's armor distorted by his size and new life. Reardo was quite pleased at what a man Faldis was both as a knight and as a demon. The two advanced, finding a hidden stairwell that only the knights knew of, leading upwards to hidden rooms tucked away in the castle, the last bastion of a king that would soon lose his throne.

****

Despite the raging battle outside the castle, Leonid had listened to his knights when they told him to retreat back into the castle. It was a hard decision, but Leonid understood it. Still, he couldn't just abandon them to the fight without endeavoring to help in some way. After everything that had happened, he was still a man of god beyond anything else. He knelt on the hard stone before a shrine to his god, the ancient wood and rare metals having developed a fine patina over the years. Leonid prayed from the depths of his heart, feeling the warmth of god trying to pierce through the hellish overcast that had spread from Hellion Pass... He felt inklings of divine inspiration, he felt sensitive to the powers around him... and he felt the sudden darkness behind him.

"So you have come at last... Reardo." Leonid said after a moment. Reardo was a bit surprised given that the king wasn't looking at him.

"Your reign is over... It is time to join the legion of Armaros." Reardo said with a wicked grin. Leonid rose to his feet and turned around.

"I think not... Not without my very last breath leaving me, and not without telling you what I should have so long ago... That I was wrong, and that I failed as your king." Leonid said. Reardo's eyes narrowed.

"The transgressions of your past are behind me. I'm not chained in anger or hatred any longer." Reardo replied. Leonid shook his head.

"Regardless of how you feel, I am sorry that I didn't protect you from the church, even more sorry that I put the mission ahead of an understanding of your worth. I never should have sent Bronn after you to the pass, let alone put up with that whelp as long as I did..." Leonid muttered. Reardo chuckled.

"You may have made mistakes, Bronn made many... but that is why Armaros is so truly great. The mistakes of the past don't matter. Bronn is a far better demon than he was a man, and my life before is of no consequence. I serve Armaros." Reardo said.

"Well... Now it sounds as if you are trying to convince me." Leonid said. Reardo growled at the impertinence of the human. Reardo tried to see into Leonid, to find his weakness as he had in so many others, but he could not. Leonid reached out a hand to his former knight, "Reardo, it isn't too late for you. Our god forgives all sins..." Leonid said. As he rested his hand on Reardo's shoulder, the skin throbbed and felt like ice. Reardo slid backwards away from the king, looking to his shoulder. Where the king had laid his hand, the flesh had turned to a soft human pink, at least for a moment before it darkened again.

"How DARE you try to take away the one thing that has given my life purpose again!" Reardo snarled, slashing at the king. The king held up his chain mail covered arm. The claws struck the metal and sent sparks out, but they did not penetrate the metal. Shocked and enraged, Reardo tried again to no success. The King reached to his scabbard and withdrew his sword, slashing it at Reardo. Reardo caught the blade in his claws as he had with Bronn, but unlike that time the king's sword started to glow brighter white, so cold that it felt like burning. Reardo let go at once, hissing more as his claws disappeared on his hand, leaving his fingertips exposed and pink.

"I am trying to save you Reardo... just as I was saved from my weakness. God forgave all of my transgressions so I could forward his work." Leonid explained. Reardo didn't give a witty retort. He attacked the king with all he had. Slashes from his hand, his tail whipping through the air, kicking at him with dragon like feet. The king grunted in effort but managed to keep the attacks back, blocking them all. Every so often the king managed to land a blow, grazing Reardo's chest or arm. Where he had slashed, dark black blood leaked before it grew to a bright red and the skin around it turned fleshy pink.

Reardo felt his demonic strength waning, but he wasn't about to fall to the soldier of god. Reardo turned and scrambled, his claws digging into the stone walls before he climbed up to the ceiling, his wings spreading wide. Reardo had moved just out of reach, but he had one weapon left in his arsenal. He pushed his loin cloth back and wrapped his soft human hand around his wicked masterful demonic shaft, stroking the ridged pointy cock eagerly back and forth before he unleashed his load. A shower of white rained down across the room, splattering on the stone and moving for Leonid as Reardo directed it.

Leonid watched the demonic seed tainting the room. The stones changed to a deep obsidian, glassy and reflective in a way no human could accomplish. Some of the white landed on the king's armor and started to dissolve through the chainmail and cloth, eating it away until the yellowish pearly liquid rested on the king's skin, emitting a great musk and heat. Leonid tried to wipe it off, but he was being backed into a corner. Some even splattered on his cheek, running down into his well kept beard. The hair turned from a light blond to a dark brown where the seed landed, the facial hair pushing out thicker, longer and wilder. Streaks of brown formed in his hair from the slightest touch. A dollup landed on his ear and it stretched into a point, but still the king resisted. He brought his sword up, deflecting the flow as best he could.

Reardo kept spraying his seed, watching the flow spread over the sword, missing the king's head but eroding away the armor on his shoulders and arms. The king's flesh had started to grow more muscled and tougher where the cum landed, but without direct exposure he was resisting incredibly well. Reardo crawled across the ceiling like some sort of insect, trying to get a better angle but the King gave him no purchase. Reardo snarled in dismay, never having faced an adversary with as much skill or cunning as the king.

"You are just a man, don't you feel the heat? Don't you smell the musk calling to your loins? The lust must run through your veins!" Reardo exclaimed.

"Of course I feel it, but our weakness is temptation, our strength is resisting it... And if one single man can stand up against your kind, then we are victorious..." Leonid said. Reardo roared, anger welling up in him. He couldn't let the king become a symbol to the other men or he would have failed his master abysmally... and playing it safe wouldn't get him anywhere. Reardo knew he was risking his own life, the body he cherished, but he had to win for Armaros, he had to prove his master right. Reardo dropped from the ceiling and charged for the king, moving to disarm him.

Knowing that he had provoked the demon, Leonid was prepared. His sword came down and slashed through flesh, cleaving one of Reardo's wings from him. The leathery flesh flopped to the ground before exploding into fire, sizzling away into nothingness. Leonid moved his sword, cutting off Reardo's tail as well but he was knocked back by the force of the demon, the two crashing through the shrine and onto the floor, rolling around in splinters of wood. Reardo pressed the points of his claws against Leonid's wrist, increasing the pain before the sword clattered to his side. With the king disarmed and pinned, Reardo had one chance.

The demon spun around on the king, trying to pin his arms and legs in place. Leonid struggled, but Reardo was dense with muscle and flesh and scales. He called out as he felt the dragon like feet clamp down on his wrists, holding them wide... but even more, Leonid shuddered as he felt the hot pointed tip of demonic cock pushing at his lips. Leonid clamped his eyes and lips shut tight, stopped fighting and started to pray from the very bottom of his soul. Reardo tried pushing his cock into Leonid's mouth but it was clamped too tightly shut. He relaxed his prostate and let the flow of cum commence anyhow as hot tainted seed gushed out across the king's face.

Where the seed flowed, it started tainting the king from the outside in. His beard turned from blond to brown and began pushing out in thick, wild curls, growing longer and wavier, bushier and denser, looking far more like the Viking lords of the northern lands. Leonid's lips turned darker as his skin began to take on an earthy brown. Against his own better judgment, his lips parted and Reardo thrust in, pouring his cum into him. Leonid shuddered before moaning as the fight started to drain from him. His pecs hardened, his abs developed, his arms swelled.

The king's fingernails started to turn deep brown and his hair began to grow longer, surging past his shoulders, becoming as smooth as silk. Bulges formed on Leonid's forehead, the skin contorting before it parted. Instead of demonic horns, velvety nubs began pushing out, curving and splitting to reveal antlers. The hair on Leonid's legs grew thicker and softer before it became like fur. Reardo pulled off one of the king's boots, then the other to watch as his toes throbbed and grew together, the flesh mending the gaps between before his toenails started to stretch and grow outward, covering the webbed mass his feet had become. The toes fused entirely as the keratin coating flowed evenly over them, darkening into rich brown hooves.

Reardo was simply amazed as he watched the king transform before him. He had been taught of earth demons, of the spirits of the forest and nature, but he had never expected to create one. Reardo slowly released Leonid and climbed off of the man, moving back to watch the king change. Leonid opened his eyes slowly, the irises having changed from blue to neon green with hazel flecks... but as Leonid and Reardo met eyes, Reardo realized something was terribly wrong. The king had not lost his will power, he had not surrendered to the change at all.

"NO!" Reardo exclaimed, trying to stop the king, but as the man grabbed his sword and turned it on himself, it was already too late. Leonid brought the sword into his chest, sinking it deep before he gasped and coughed up blood, collapsing onto the floor, writhing. The heavenly energy of the sword drained into him, holding back the demonic corruption until the energies met, equal and opposite. The king's body glowed for a moment before an explosion of energy ripped outwards from his body, throwing Reardo out of the door and into the hall, splintering through the opposing door with the force of the blast. Reardo tumbled into the far wall of the opposing room, coughing and sputtering as the dust filled the air around him.

Reardo looked up into the other room, but the debris was still too thick. Slowly the demon climbed to his feet and wandered forward, resting his hand on the door frame for support before he entered the shrine once more. As the air cleared, in the glowing light of the torches, Reardo could see that his work had been undone. The king rested on the ground, dead and human. The life had already left him, his human body unable to survive such a clash of energies. Reardo gritted his teeth in anger. It was such a waste... but there was no more that he could do.

The demon turned to leave, making it as far as the door before he heard something, something light and airy like the tinkling of bells in the lightest of breezes, so distant and faint that only the very tips of his pointed ears could draw the sound in. As Reardo focused on the sound, he realized the room was growing cooler as well, filled with the chill of a winter morning... but the air was fresh too, with the bite of mint that brought warmth from the cold. Reardo slowly turned, looking back at the king. The man's dead body remained, but a light was spilling from the sword before it toppled to the ground. The light spilled out of the king, rising into the air where it started to take shape.

Reardo watched in horror as the light formed into the image of a floating man, no more than eighteen. He was six feet tall, lean and lithe, his shoulders and abs supple. His blond hair was as light as the sun, his skin as pale as the moon. From his pointed chin was a short tuft of blond hair and a glowing ring of light was suspended around his forehead like a crown. The figure's arms were hugged around his chest, but slowly his head rose and the eyelids opened, revealing eyes as blue as the sky. The air shuddered as massive wings covered with white feathers unfurled, opening up so wide that the edges brushed the walls. Slowly the man's pale feet touched down on the stone, and where they touched it started to shimmer, turning into white marble that spread outward.

"Wh... What are you? What is this?" Reardo asked, backing up. The glowing figure held out his hand and his sword lifted off the ground, flying into his grip.

"I am Leonid... I am embraced in the love of god... and I am free of the shackles of mortality, of humanity. I am an angel, and I am here to help mankind." Leonid said, advancing, "Reardo, let me help you..." he said, his voice fluttering on the breeze, having reclaimed the perfect pitch of a man in his prime.

"I don't need help... I am the servant of Armaros, I... I will deliver these lands to my master as supplication to his wonder." Reardo said. Leonid chuckled gently.

"Then that is your choice, for our lord is one of free will... I can feel it even now. My men have fallen, they serve Armaros now. I cannot save them... Your master has his kingdom, but know this... The lands to the north are not for you. They are... protected." Leonid said sternly. Reardo trembled in confusion, anguish, anger and rage. He could not believe that god would hold out for so long only to show himself on the last day, the last battle, to the last man. Reardo charged and lunged, but Leonid moved to do the unthinkable. He opened his arms and accepted the demon into his arms, hugging him.

Reardo gasped in shock, his back arching as the arms and then the wings closed around him. Reardo's chest rose and fell as the cool heat burned into him. His remaining leathery wing dissolved away. The injuries from his cut wing and tail healed. His burgundy skin grew pale and pink and his feet reshaped into soft human feet. Reardo felt his strength drain away before Leonid released him. Reardo fell to the floor on his naked knees, looking up to the angel in shock. He felt defiled, lost, alone.

"If you choose a path of light, travel to the North. If you choose the path to hell, I am sure your master will accept you back... Choose well knight Reardo." Leonid said before he turned, unfurled his wings and moved through the wall. Outside the demons standing victorious over the castle turned, watching a great golden light sail into the sky like a bird, disappearing into the clouds and sunlight. Back in the castle, Reardo wrapped his arms around him, his eyes wide in shock. After several minutes, the click of claws on stone echoed in the hall as Faldis appeared. Seeing Reardo in his human state, Faldis gasped.

"Reardo, oh no! What happened?" Faldis asked, the gargoyle like man rushing in to rest his claw on the human's shoulder.

"The weapons of an angel are truly powerful..." Reardo whispered.

"I am so sorry you have to endure the form of a human for even a moment, let me help you..." Faldis said, reaching for his shaft. Reardo shook his head.

"No... You will help me by taking me to Armaros. Only the seed of my master will pass my lips and welcome me back into the fold... and I will rise more powerful than ever before." Reardo whispered, rising to his feet. Faldis and Reardo turned, moving out of the room.

****

While the Volcano at Hellion Pass had been active for a few years, it had never been quite so active as it was at the present. Reardo's weak human body was growing dizzy from the gasses being expelled, but still he was filled with a sense of wonder as he was carried to the lair of his master Armaros. Massive curved obsidian spires lifted up along the path to the cave like ribs. Obelisks penetrated the crust of the earth, spearing up into the sky before cracking, revealing demonic script. Lava flowed down in rivers and cascaded down falls into pools and the entire landscape rippled with heat. Perhaps most amazing to behold were the veins of gold and platinum starting to emerge along the mountain. They glittered magnificently in the bronze light.

In the face of such grandeur, Reardo started to feel ashamed that Leonid had got the best of him. He hung his head in shame as Faldis swooped down, delivering Reardo to the demon's lair... A lair that had itself been transformed. The floor was a reflective obsidian, the walls curved and marked with gold columns with platinum filigree. Reardo walked ahead of Faldis deeper into the cave, admiring the designs before his eyes fell across Armaros. The demon was just as wonderful as Reardo recalled. Armaros' skin was a blessing to the eyes, an exotic carmine that was so truly the color of blood that it appeared completely natural. His massive wings defied gravity as they seemed to remain upright with ease, the black feathers of a fallen angel looking almost like stone themselves. His raven black hair was sleek, a few strands braided with gold thread. Bone colored horns rose out of his forehead in a distinctive set of angles no other demon had, and his body was covered in bronze colored demonic tattoos as bright as the tainted sky.

The Arch demon stood near the well of lava, reaching into the molten rock to collect it and smear it over one of his newest decorations, using the substance like clay. The rock hardened as it cooled, though the core of the piece still glowed. Armaros had crafted a display table of the Kingdom of Anuar, from Hellion pass to the islands in the sea, to the Hellion Falls and Valley beyond, all the way to the castle that had fallen. It was a map of sorts of the kingdom the Demon had conquered, the kingdom he had corrupted and taken one village at a time until his ultimate victory was assured. Reardo stood in silence, afraid to speak at first, but he knew that he must.

"My master, I have failed you..." Reardo said after a moment of silence, kneeling before the demon, lowering his head.

"Faldis, leave us." Armaros said without looking. The gargoyle like demon turned and clambered out of the cave, disappearing into the sky. Armaros finished shaping his decoration, "Reardo, approach me." The demon added without looking. Reardo slowly rose to his feet before walking forward, his skin throbbing in the intense heat of the cave as he approached the lava well. His eyes watered and his skin dried, but still he pressed forward. Even his bare feet stung from the heat of the stone beneath his feet, but at last he reached Armaros.

Armaros smiled deeply, impressed by the human's resilience. Not only had he elected to return to the cave when freed of demonic influence, but he pushed through pain and suffering to do it of his own free will... Reardo's dedication was far beyond that of any normal mortal, he had chosen it completely. Armaros turned to face the human and leaned in, pressing his lips to the human tightly. Reardo melted into the kiss, surprised and overwhelmed. His lips parted, welcoming the demon's tongue before his own probed the master's mouth feeling his sharp teeth and his muscled serpentine tongue. Reardo grew hard at the intimacy of his master, feeling the incredibly body against his. Armaros forced his saliva into Reardo's mouth and down the human's throat before the demon broke the kiss. Reardo's heart fluttered that he had been blessed with a kiss, though Reardo felt much more comfortable in general. The heat did not seem quite so severe...

"Welcome home Reardo." Armaros said softly, reaching up to run his claws through the human's hair.

"My master, you welcome me so avidly but... I have failed you... I am not worthy." Reardo said, bowing his head in supplication. Armaros let out a laugh that echoed in the cave.

"Of course you are worthy... Do you remember when you first came here? You came as an enemy, a knight, to slay the foul demon ruining crops and inspiring fighting. Like some mythic dragon you planned to pierce me with your sword. We fought, we tumbled... I overpowered you and forced you to become a demon like myself." Armaros said.

"But master, that day-" Reardo was interrupted with one of Armaros' fingers on his lips.

"Regardless of how you feel about it, the truth is that you were forced against your will to become my servant. When you were freed of my control, it would have been natural to flee, to leave, to get away from either side of this war... But you came back here; you saved yourself for me rather than giving into any of the very alluring demons around you. You faced deadly gasses and heat to willingly take on the mantle of my apprentice once more. That says a lot about you Reardo." Armaros smiled.

"It isn't just for the power or prestige my master... I have healed while serving you. I put aside the pain of my past; I found my true calling... I have felt the potent drug of freedom spilling out of the soul of men as they embrace their true natures... To feel them releasing the beasts within, to let their humanity melt away... It is intoxicating." Reardo whispered. Again Armaros chuckled.

"I hope it is as intoxicating as my seed burning away your own humanity." Armaros whispered. Reardo blushed.

"Nothing is as fulfilling as that..." Reardo said. Armaros reached down and ran his claws through the fabric holding his bronze loin cloth up. It cascaded to the floor, revealing the demon's massive, slightly curved, pointed and ribbed demonic member. It blazed with heat, throbbing with blood and power, the tip glistening with leaking drops of musky pre. Reardo gazed at the length in hunger and desire before his knees gave out and he fell forward, coming up to the shaft at eye level. The human licked his lips eagerly before he leaned in, his lips hovering half an inch from the cock before they parted and his tongue emerged, the tip ever so gently nudging the cock head, collecting the demonic pre.

The taste blossomed on Reardo's tongue in magnificent waves of cinnamon flavor, tingling and heating him. His tongue toughened before it started turning darker, almost purple. Reardo licked and lapped a little more and felt his tongue start to split at the tip, growing into the forked serpentine tongue that he once had. Feeling the changes start, Reardo was unable to hold back. He leaned forward and his lips spread over the pointed shaft, taking it in eagerly. Armaros growled in pleasure, his fingers tangling in his servant's silver hair, holding his head close.

Reardo pushed his head further and further around Armaros' rod, his lips closing over the head, then the shaft. His tongue caressed every curve and contour. Soon he was bobbing his head back and forth, and like priming the pump of a well, soon rick seed began flowing down his throat, the heat radiating out through the human's body. Reardo's movements became more fluid and sinuous as he worked, his fingers clenching and unclenching. Faint flecks of gold began appearing along Reardo's throat, as if gold dust had clung to his damp skin, but soon the brilliant deep burgundy red began spreading outwards across his neck, then the center of his chest and his stomach. As the red skin tone spread out, his muscles firmed and bulged, hardening beneath the skin that was as tough as leather armor and as flawless as metal.

Reardo moaned deeply, his vibrations trailing up the demon's shaft. Reardo's teeth pushed into long, sharp fangs and his nostrils changed just a bit. The hot poisonous air that had been assaulting his lungs soon felt as comforting as the scent of a home cooked meal. The burgundy continued to spread, sweeping over his chin and cheeks, rising up around his lips and across his nose, even coating his ears. His ears throbbed and ached, the lobes stretching out into the familiar demonic points he had grown so accustomed to... and as the burgundy swept into his hairline, painful bulges formed on his forehead before the skin parted and his horns emerged, spilling out of his head further than before.

As Reardo's head completed its transformation, his hair took on a rich luster and once more Armaros was being serviced by his right hand demon, at least as far as the head went. The color was still spreading down his body, radiating out from where the cum was. Reado's chest was impeccable, his stomach hardened into perfect abs and the burgundy spread around his ribs and across his back, though as it did so, and the muscles there started to warp and shift. Squirming, twitching muscle and ligament twitched beneath writhing flesh before two arm like protrusions began to extend, stretching Reardo's back flesh into leathery sail like wings, ribs stretching through the flesh to reinforce it. Thick claw like tips pushed out of the tips of the wings, glistening wickedly in the glow of the lava.

With his wings in place, Reardo was looking much more like his old self, but there was still more changes in store. His human hip widened, his ass cheeks parting. Above his exposed pucker, his tailbone throbbed and grew out longer and longer as new bones and muscles filled in. Reardo languished in pleasure as his new tail grew in, replacing the one that had been cut off by Leonid. It swayed one way, then the other as the tip formed into a spade, though small needle like spikes emerged on the two sides, making it more dangerous than ever before. The burgundy skin started spreading down his legs, but it was still advancing over his lap. The pigment advanced from all sides, bringing with it the power and longevity of the demon.

Reardo felt his balls starting to swell with demonic seed as his sack turned red. He relaxed his throat with ease and let Armaros' huge rod graze the back before sliding into his throat. Soon Reardo bobbed his head forward and back, using his entire esophagus as a sex toy for his master. Armaros growled, roaring in pleasure, holding Reardo's head to him. Reardo's fingers trailed along the ground as his fingernails hardened and extended, nearly bursting into thick black claws. His arms glistened as bronze tattoos appeared, spiraling up his arms with new symbols. Despite the changes taking place all over, it was still Reardo's groin that drew his attention.

The color finished converting all the flash of his lap but his shaft and began to work up the base, creeping toward the tip. With each heartbeat, Reardo's cock seemed to take in more blood, swelling longer and harder and thicker tan ever before. It expanded with new girth, it lengthened. Veins pushed out, then portions began to firm, rising into bumps and ridges to please any mate Reardo would so choose. His shaft surged past nine inches, ten, thirteen, even sixteen inches in length. The mushroom shaped tip extended, pushing into a point just like Armaros... It was a glorious feeling.

Reardo grunted as his legs twitched and turned burgundy, his toes extending into talons, his heel curving and hardening. In the heat of the cave, the skin from his feet up to his waist seemed to harden before it cracked into perfect shapes, forming rich scales to protect him from anything... and as the last changes swept over Reardo, his balls throbbed and his cock pulsed before the last of his human cum was pushed out and replaced with searing hot demon cum. Reardo's throat fluttered around Armaros' cock, bringing the arch demon to orgasm as well.

Both were washed over with bliss as their cocks sprayed. Reardo covered himself but Armaros pumped his servant's stomach full before, in a glorious moment of lust, Armaros collapsed. Reardo reached out, catching his master, easing him down gently before he pulled off of the demon's cock and moved to kiss him. Armaros' lips parted before his own seed poured into his mouth in a messy intimate kiss. Armaros accepted the seed, gulping it down before he licked Reardo's lips of the remnants.

"You are my true apprentice..." Armaros whispered gently.

"I live to serve." Reardo replied.

"You serve very well..." Armaros grinned, "And I know precisely what your next mission will be." He added with a great certainty in his voice.