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A figure walked in an occupied city, searching for answers. It had been a busy night, with most of the demons occupying the city had either killed or evicted the original occupants of the place. While it had clearly looked hellish enough, with the population of the demons, it was not entirely hellish. Buildings were otherwise left at the same state they were left, and not many of the building's features were changed. It looked normal if not for the inhabitants.

Demonic creatures freely roamed the brick street, occasionally getting a conflict with lesser ones. Demons representing all the circles of hell, including those living at the outer ring like hellhounds and such. Many of them were seemingly out of the rules that bound them to the hellish domain, with many of them preferring to be more exposed, revealing their truest form. Succubus, incubus, hellhounds, satyrs, and even caitsiths...they were all walking around and conversing with each other as if they were equal.

Deep down in this seemingly 'normal' community, there was something sinister in play. Something that would not be possible, but happened otherwise. Many were troubled by the news around the continent of bizarre, unexplained incidents that made many demons mysteriously disappeared. Many did not know the details, but they were concerned. Concerned demons were not new, especially for those who had found humane feelings from their exposure to the surface world, and many had found free will instead of fighting with instinct, which was the case of so many warriors, especially the wrath demons. Known in the depths of hell as a demon race that would like to see blood, now they were mostly the most docile of all races. Possibly they were trying to play on their appearance, which was of a goat.

The figure then went inside a bar...well, not a bar, basically. It was more to a club, run by representatives of the second layers of hell. It was full of sexual debauchery, something that was common in that layer of hell, where the demons inhabiting that circle gave condemned soul, or otherwise the crazy who seek a twisted kind of pleasure. This over-exposure of skin was in contrast to the hooded figure, who went to the bar and asked for a drink.

"Hey, you might want to take off that travel cloak and put it on a hanger or something. You're gaining too much attention," said the bartender, a red-skinned demon. The cloaked figure promptly opened the cloak, revealing the head of a goat inside it.

"You got company, lady? Not many females around here want to drink."

"I...uh, I don't like attention," said the figure, with a feminine voice. "You know I am inside a pleasure dome, right?"

"Heh, sure you are," said the demon with a chuckle.

"I'll have a shot of something strong. I need the whole night."

"You're not the first one. First shot, on me."

The bartender gave the goat demon a shot, in which it was quickly drunk. The demon noticed something out of ordinary with the goat, but he could not find any way to explain.

Just as the bartender wanted to ask something, a drunk patron, clearly a hellhound, stumbled upon the bar and asked for more. The demon refused, knowing that this demon could barely walk around. The hellhound felt that was an excuse, so he banged the table and spouted out nonsensical Hordo, an evidence that he was too drunk.

He quickly took a glance to the goat, and quickly snatched the goat's slender hands. He said, "(You look like one hell of a fuck doll, there, honey. Wanna have some fun...?)"

"Goddamn it, he's fucking drunk. Hey, lady, don't worry, I..."

"He's the one I'm waiting for, bartender. I might be able to slap a sense to him," said the goat. The bartender was confused by it, but looking at how the goat demon winked and smiled to him, he thought that it would be a pleasant 'private' thing.

The hellhound was helped to the second floor by the goat demon, occasionally tripping because of being drunk. They got to a room, where the hellhounds quickly snatched the demon's arm and flung the slender figure across the room.

"H-hey, what's the big idea?!" protested the goat demon.

"(Aren't you looking lovely, darling? I've never fucked a female goat before)."

"O-Oi, I think you get the wrong idea here, dog. I'm not a prostitute."

"(Then why are you waiting on the bar like waiting for a call? Come on, don't be shy. I wanna see that booty...)"

"I'm warning you, dog. You'll regret it."

"(Oh, I love someone who fights back! It turns me on!)"

The goat demon tried to fake the struggling, but it went from something of a drunk banter into something lewd and inappropriate when the hellhound started forcing himself to strip this goat demon! Of course, it went on from a heated argument to an awkward situation when the hellhound started to touch intimate parts.

"(Hey, uh...you've got no breasts? Damn, you're a flat-chest, aren't you? Not that I care about that.... Uh, what's with the bulge...)"

Just at that moment the goat demon quickly grabbed the hellhound and turn around, in which the hellhound was being pinned by the goat demon. It was such a surprise coming to the hellhound when he realized that instead of a female demon, he was looking at a male goat!

"(Oh, fuck me! You're a fucking cross-dresser!)"

"I don't even look like a fucking female goat, you dog!" shouted the goat, with voice deepened.

"T-then why are you..."

"I don't want to make that bartender disappointed. Now tell me this. You are in charge of a hellhound strike camp just 5 miles from this city, where everything there was decimated. Is that correct?"

"H-how do you..."

"Are you the camp's leader or not?!"

"Well, there goes my boner..."

The 'female' goat demon was greatly annoyed by the state the hellhound was in, so he said, "Do you fancy a guy to guy thing?"

This apparently snapped the hellhound out of his drunkenness, where he quickly said, "No! Are you fucking nuts?! I'm straight! Okay, okay, I'll talk!"

"Well, that was fast," said the goat demon. "I feel like I'm pushing my boundaries here. I hope they don't know...."

A moment later...

"I was a camp leader to the nearby camp where we mobilized our offenses to fight the supporters of the monarchy," said the hellhound while drinking a cup of tea (provided by the goat demon). I looked into my subordinates and they were fine, but then everything changed after they unearthed an idol."

"Idol? Does it look like a small humanoid?"

"Yes, how do you know? Ah, don't answer. I don't wanna know. I've seen shit happens because of that bloody thing. The next thing I knew, for the next month, all I see of my group was not a merry bunch of hellhounds ready to support one another, but of a carnage of emotions. They became...entranced by the idol, occasionally sharing them with each other and prayed to it like a fanatical cult. Well, paint me an eccentric, but I've known many cases of humans trying to summon circle demons in a... 'paganist' cult setting. But this time it was different. My friends did not recognize me anymore, and they started building a portal. No, not your usual portal. It looked...different. It was a circle, not an elliptical. I wanted to believe it had flaws and not a complete circle, but the way I saw it, it was a true, big circle. The perfection almost made me lost my mind! Unfortunately, that was what one of my last sane subordinate, Erdan, saw. He never knew something that looked so perfectly circle that he went on to try to measure every parts of the circle, making him a loon himself!"

"Are your minds so bad that you are losing your minds because of a perfect circle? Look, dog, in the fifth circle there are many portal that are shaped as a circle, so..."

"You don't understand, wrath demon," interrupted the hellhound. "That was the reason why I became drunk and fuck prostitutes along the way. Hellhounds like me did not care about a circle or what not. Hell, I even ignore them. But, that portal seemed to beckoned to me, so I can see through it and found some sort of enlightenment, like my friends said. I said 'fuck it!' and ran here. I don't know what happened to that place now. I don't wanna know."

The goat demon heard everything like hearing a reading in a local library, which was something of a past time he could enjoy aside from reading surface's fantasies. Unfortunately, not many libraries remained intact, and even if some were left intact, it would be in a human's settlement. Yet, he knew the problem at hand. Everything he had researched to that point was clearly unexplained, but everything clearly pointed to the stories about the dangerous deep hell, which would not be possible given how it was essentially the earth's core.

He excused himself, taking on his woman's clothes and cloak, while leading the hellhound down the stairs. While walking, he said, "Why bother disguising yourself again? It's really unsettling to see a cross-dressing goat."

The goat demon stopped the hellhound to start raising his voice, but he turned away. The hellhound, realized what was wrong, said, "Don't tell me, you actually enjoyed that?"

"Hey, everyone need to have a hobby, alright?" said the demon, raising the pitch of his voice. "The fact that you and that bartender can easily mistake me for a female made me think that this is my best disguise now."

"You look a lot like a female goat. If I had one with me right now I will make a comparison and you'll stand out! Don't underestimate a guy who had seen girls a lot of times already!"

"Hey, I don't choose to look like this, okay? Keep your mouth shut about this or I swear I'll fucking castrate you."

He gulped, knowing that the goat demon was serious, even in his 'female' tone. Hearing him said this with such authority and a greatly natural female voice made him feel as if he was looking at a female goat.

He went to the bar, drank another shot the bartender saved for him, and said, "I think I'm okay for now. Don't want to get drunk."

"Yeah, I can see that you are travelling a lot. Say, why don't you have a male companion for once? If something happened like that..."

"Oh, I know how to deal with them, darling," said the goat with a toothy grin. 'She' put the golds for the drinks, and said, "Thanks."

"You are welcome, sweetheart."

The goat demon walked out of the bar, feeling relieved that he could come in and out as a female. Cross-dressers were not known among goat demons, but clearly he needed this cover to go around without rousing suspicion.

He walked out of the bustling city to a run-down motel, where he went into his room and put out a communication device. He waited for a while and said, "Karkos here. Who is this?"

"Hello, Karkos, this is Azgal," said the goat demon to the radio.

"Azgal! Oh, I'm glad to see you after a whole month! What's your report?"

"It is as you said. There are more and more incidents similar to what the werewolf dragon rider had got. It's worse than I thought, and we don't even know how to stop it."

"I know, it is troubling. Have you decided to go back home?"

"Nah, I'm not gonna come home for a while," said Azgal to the radio. "I want to meet with someone interesting."

Karkos did not give an answer, so Azgal assumed that he had acknowledged it, so he closed the radio. On the other side of the line, however, Karkos was distracted by another report about the same occurrences, and did not heed Azgal's words before breaking communication. He thought Azgal was attacked, but seeing how the wrath demon had survived this long, he did not think he could die that easily, especially when it was a secure location.

Azgal packed his belongings and started walking down the stairs, hoping that he could get to a carriage taking him to Adaline, then Tragoria, for just some weeks. He wanted to go meet with his old friend and a heroic hound, who had made many of the rebels to think about playing around with the remains of the monarchs. Even in the midst of a new problem, he and his friends had tried to liberate many humans and helped them co-exist with demonic creatures.

"Ifrit Schelkz," said Azgal. "I'm comin' to get you."