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Dean grimaced as he waved his wand and a bolt of magic flew out and smashed up a nearby desk belonging to his master. The apprentice wizard flinched as the desk caught aflame with green sparks and though his master could easily repair such damage he himself knew that his master wouldn't be happy about it. The young wizard also would be hard pressed to repair the damage by himself as he could hardly repair a broken stick let alone a desk covered in mystical artifacts that were currently being consumed by the novice's flames. "Damn it!" he grunted. The apprentice attempted to swat at the flames with his shirt in an attempt to put them out, but sadly for him he'd somehow conjured demon flames which would burn for seven days before being able to be put out, and without the reverse incantation for the exact spell the fire would consume until it was completely out. Thankfully Dean's master was due back in an hour, but as for Dean he was busy having a panic attack looking around the room for some sort of book or something that could put out the flame... coincidentally the book he required was currently set on fire by a novice wizard who was about ready to pass out from anxiety.

Just as Dean was thinking about jumping out the window to escape the wrath of his master he suddenly had an epiphany. Though the book he needed wasn't in this room exactly it may very well be up in the attic. His master had strictly forbade him from going up there, but in cases of extreme emergency such as this he figured that he could get away with it... hopefully. The apprentice rushed into a cluttered corner of the room, dreadfully close to the green flames, and with a few clumsy waves of his wand was able to shove all the books away from the desk and out of his way before pointing it at the roof. "Ladder, extend!" he commanded. For a moment the ladder resisted his demands, after all the apprentice wasn't supposed to go up there, but the frustrated ladder was shocked to find how powerful Dean's magic was angered as it was pulled to the ground against its will, the master would have it turned into a pile of splinters by the end of the day for this...

The young wizard grinned as he saw the ladder touch down and started to climb up the ladder, while Dean was a klutz and a bit of a dimwit somehow he had far more magic than anyone his master had seen before. While the experienced wizard had been a bit wary of the young man's thick headed nature, he'd also needed an apprentice to pass on his magic techniques before dying, so he'd taken on Dean. The young man was a fantastically powerful mage... it was a shame how long it took him to master singular skills and at times the master wizard thought about giving him a good mind scrubbing to clear out his thoughts to make him the perfect student... of course that would more than a little illegal, so as it was Dean was the best that the wizard could hope for as he was.

Clambering up into the attic Dean sneezed twice as the thick dust of the attic was unsettled by his movements, it was lucky he'd pocketed his wand before climbing up or he might've accidentally set the dust motes on fire... or made them explode as he'd done before. The young man glanced around and saw piles and piles of books set around the room, some so old that the wizened master himself couldn't comprehend the language without some magical help. For Dean he might as well have dived into the water without knowing how to swim (which he didn't), but that had no effect on his enthusiasm as he held up his wand and brushed some of his dirty brown locks out of his face. "Alright... time to show what I can really do," he grunted. Closing his eyes Dean took a calming breath, barely avoiding sneezing as he took another snort of dust, and lifted his wand with a shockingly gentle flick of his wrist. "Magic book that I require, show yourself so I can put out this fire!" he chanted.

The flick of his wrist caused the wand's end to glisten blue and shockingly Dean's spell actually worked... sadly for him the book in question was still on fire as it flew up and smashed up through the floor of the attic. Dean flinched as the green flaming book smashed through the floorboards and careened into some dusty books which lit up with the same green flames that the first book had been consumed with. Dean's face took on the same color as a freshly cleaned cotton sheet, the white stark against the darkness of the room as the flame jumped from book to book, ravenous for knowledge... and paper. "Oh... poo...." he grunted.

Dean wasn't sure how to react as the flame spread across the attic like running water over pebbles, the young mage wasn't paying attention as he stumbled back and right into a sheet covered mirror. It had always been in the attic as long as Dean had been an apprentice to his master these long seven years since he'd first turned fourteen. Whenever Dean had moved to look at it though, his master had warned him against it, saying that the mirror underneath was far too powerful for him to ever gaze into. Now the student wasn't exactly the most obedient youth, so he'd still attempted to look at it anyways, but his master had thought ahead and had placed several terrifying illusions that had managed to scare the apprentice off every time.

Now the young apprentice had accidentally stumbled and pulled the sheet on the mirror right off, and he was forced to endure the illusions all at once, flinching as each screamed/moaned/and booed at him with increasing volume. Finally as the last of the illusions disappeared, Dean was left alone with the crackling of the demon fire rushing over the burning books... and the mirror sitting behind him.

Turning slowly Dean flinched as he saw a shaggy haired youth reflected back at him, for a moment he held his breath and then just laughed as he realized he'd just been startled by a reflection of himself. He sighed shakily as he ran his hand through his hair and scratched his head as he stood up, in the reflection he could see the horde of books burning behind him with a green aura. He closed his eyes and bit his lip as he imagined his master's face, for a moment he allowed himself a second of pity before opening his eyes once more to gaze at the mirror. It was an enormous mirror, it was taller and wider than him and gazing into it for some reason caused his mind to feel a bit hazy, as if something was clouding his thoughts. He stepped back and gazed at the surrounding frame of the mirror, part of the wizard told him to look away and attend to the fire, but that thought was quelled by an odd sense of calm that seemed to be coming from some unknown source.

The frame was made out of obsidian black stone and it sent shivers down Dean's back just to look at it. Cracks ran through the stone that burned with a red light, the mage felt his breath catch as he gazed at the stone, his eyes trailing up and around it until he found himself gazing at a intricately sculpted head glaring at him. A fierce catlike creature glared down at him with its fangs bared and its eyes glowing a deep red, Dean's throat constricted as he stumbled back. "What in the holy scripts?!" he yelped. For a moment Dean thought that the cat would leap out from the mirror, but there was nothing, aside from the glowing and deep ebony stone of the mirror... it seemed like a regular mirror. Dean let out a nervous laugh and patted his chest as he started to gaze at the mirror, admiring his reflection, making sure his robes weren't too disheveled. The apprentice decided he would allow himself a moment's reprieve before worrying himself about his master, after all he had another two hours to figure this out.

Looking over the mirror Dean didn't notice a shadow looming behind him in the reflection, his attention devoted to a small scorch mark on his robes he'd gotten somewhere along the way. Dean jolted as he felt something press into his shoulder and he was turned around roughly, his master gawking at him with rage in his eyes. "What have you done you foolish apprentice of mine?!" he snarled. The elder mage looked charged with rage and for a moment Dean thought that the mage might smite him where he stood, but honestly from his master's expression he himself seemed far from the first thing on his mind. The mage shoved Dean aside and walked up to the mirror, chanting some magical incantation as he grabbed the sheet from the ground, his eyes never leaving the reflection of the mirror as he slid the sheet over the mirror. His words seemed tired and forced as he covered up the mirror, his body slumping as the sheet covered the entirety of their reflection, Dean looking on in concern.

There was a long stillness as Dean waited for his master to say something, or scream as the case was likely to be. "Staunch," the master grunted. With that all the green flames blew out like a fire from a candle, the smell of burned paper lingering in the air as the mage straightened up and turned to face Dean. The young man found his master's eyes wouldn't meet his own and his face seemed tense. "Dean, you've nearly burnt our home down today. What in the world do you think you were doing?"

The youth swallowed lightly, but it felt like he'd gulped so loudly that the divines above could hear him. "Master Yew, I'm so exceptionally sorry. I... I was attempting to create a will-o-wisp and... it got out of hand," Dean explained haltingly. His master nodded and then slipped down the ladder, Dean was surprised that his master didn't mention the mirror at all, as if Dean hadn't just broken the elder mage's golden rule. Walking behind his master Dean soon climbed down the ladder right after his master who was now doing some cleaning with some quick flicks of his wand, the burnt desk was quickly repaired though the books that had sat upon it were incapable of being repaired due to the necessity of a photographic memory of every word that had been stored within the texts. "Master Yew, what are you doing home so early? I thought you had an important meeting with the other elder mages," Dean said.

There was a small sniffing sound as his master finished cleaning up, he turned to barely look at Dean, the elder mage's eyes obscured by the dim light of the room. "I was going to stay longer but as we were conversing I found my attention being diverted when I felt my attic door shoved open by a particular apprentice's magic," Yew grunted. Dean felt his cheeks flush in embarrassment as he dropped his gaze to avoid his master's dark eyes. "Now as for the mirror, I want you to forget what it looks like. That mirror carries a powerful demon within, and that I was able to come so quickly is a blessing for you," Yew growled. Dean shivered as he realized how dangerous a situation he'd been in as Yew was quiet for a few seconds longer before the elder mage's strict face finally went smooth and Dean found himself gazing as his familiar master's face once more. Yew's blue eyes gazing into Dean's brown ones, a kindness that the master had always carried like a cloak wrapping around his apprentice. "You've had a long day obviously. Mistakes have been made, and I can only assume that you won't make them again. Now why don't we sit down and eat dinner and then turn in for bed?" Master Yew asked.

Dean was relieved to no longer be under the fierce scrutiny of his master and beamed in relief. "Yes, Master Yew," he answered. The pair walked towards the kitchen, stress forgotten for now.

***

The sun had yet to rise by the time Master Yew awoke Dean, the apprentice yawned as his master stood over him with a sly smile. "Good morning, Dean," Master Yew said as Dean aroused from his rest.

"Master... what's happening?" Dean yawned.

"Well after yesterday's mishap, I can't help but have to give you some form of punishment, now can I?" Master Yew asked with a smirk. Dean winced as he nodded and pulled himself out from his cozy sheets, the air of the morning still tinged with the chill of the lingering night. "Now I have to go meet with my fellow masters once again this morning, but in the meantime I'll have you work on a special potion. It's one that I haven't taught you yet, but I know that you will be able to make it," Master Yew explained.

The pair walked down the stairs and into the main room where the fire had started the previous day. Aside from the smell of burnt paper and some leftover singe marks on the ground there were no remnants left of Dean's mistake. There were two things that stood out in the room, one of which wasn't too surprising to see. The one in the center of the room was a table with several bottles and bowls along with a mortar and pestle. Dean had seen the table a few times whenever his master intended to teach him potions, but as for the other thing in the room Dean was a tad bit dumbfounded. The mirror and its sheet stood next to the desk that Dean had accidentally burnt, it stood tall with its sheet, but Dean felt shivers up his back just looking at it. "Master, why is the mirror out?" he asked.

His master glanced at the mirror and its sheet with an odd gaze, one that Dean couldn't pinpoint even after spending seven years in his master's apprenticeship. "After yesterday's mishap the protection that I had set on the mirror has been weakened. Usually I would craft the potion for the mirror, but as it happens I'm a bit short on time due to my meeting with the masters. As such I must leave you to do it. The potion will take you most of today, but by the time I return I will be able to check it to make sure that it is powerful enough," Master Yew explained. Dean felt guilty over having screwed up, but he did feel happy that his master was allowing him to do something to make up for his mistake.

Stepping over to the table Dean found a scroll set upon the table and with a quick glance over it he blinked a few times in shock. The amount of materials the potion asked for was enormous, it would demand almost all the stocks inside of his master's storage space. "Sir, why must I make so much of this potion?" he asked out of curiosity.

Master Yew chuckled as he patted Dean on the back, a gesture that Dean hadn't seen for a while as his master had been busy for a while now, but it was nice to receive it once more. "Since you're making the potion I decided to take this time to make a large batch of it. It has been a long time since I developed the potion and due to the time requirements I decided that it would be nice to have a surplus just in case I ever need to use it again." It made sense to Dean, and though the apprentice didn't want to take an entire day to make a potion, he decided that it would be better to not complain and just nod as his master beamed. "Fantastic! Now I must be off. The other masters should be gathering soon enough."

With a quick creak of the door and a gust of cold air Master Yew was gone into the night air, the door slammed shut behind him and Dean was left alone with the pewter cauldron and the excessive recipe. Glancing at the table Dean for a moment thought about leaving the job for later, perhaps getting some extra rest... but he was sure that the master would've set up some sort of spell to disallow him from clambering back into bed. With a sigh Dean scratched the back of his neck as he picked the recipe up once more with a cocked eyebrow and started memorizing the ingredients, all the while feeling as if the mirror were gazing at him even with the sheet hung over it.

***

Garrison was pouring over a few documents as the moon slowly lowered towards the mountains in the distance, his glasses dangling from his nose as he read line after line of the parchment. Sitting up he groaned as he rubbed his eyes with a much needed release of pressure. He could likely relieve some of the pain with some magic, but he found that whenever he used his magic as a pain reliever he couldn't sleep for a day or two due to the refreshing effects of the spell. Pressing his fingers against his forehead Garrison stood up and glanced around the room, the candles had long burnt out as Garrison had been reading the scrolls for several hours, using the moonlight above as his light for reading. "No wonder I have this headache," he groaned.

Pushing open the door to his room Garrison started down his tower, a feeling of unease lingering as he walked down the echoing hall. The events of the day prior still lingering in his thoughts, Yew's hasty departure, the others seeming almost distrustful of one another. Finally the sorcerer's foot stepped down on the ground floor and he started towards the basement. He knew that he should wait for the others as they'd all agreed, but he couldn't wait any longer due to his excessive reading of the documents. The demons as of late had been working their dark magics even within their prisons, making events work in their favor, and even now the mage felt the manipulation of negative energies in his home.

Long ago he'd worked with his compatriots to seal away these demons, and now he was faced with the villains once more, but this time their magics permeated his own home. Truthfully he was the youngest of the wizards group, he was only three hundred, a paltry age compared to his compatriots. There'd been many times where Garrison was afraid he'd be tainted or something by demonic energies... but as of now, he was fine. Climbing into his basement Garrison approached a wooden box supported by a podium in the middle of the room. The box was absolutely still, but to Garrison it might as well have been shaking and spewing fire with how anxious he was to approach it.

It'd been two hundred years since they'd sealed away the demons, and though Garrison had been expecting it, he still wasn't that excited that their bindings on the demons was already weakening. They'd been a group of ten demons, the demon kings to be exact, it had taken ten mages of equal strength to seal them away. There hadn't been a single way of killing the demons, so they'd taken to using powerful magics that put them in containers, and though Garrison was still extremely powerful, he dreaded the day where he might fail to reseal the demon who was under his protection. Taking a slow breath Garrison opened the box and bit his lip as he looked in the box, there sitting on a velvet pillow was a black ring with a serpent's head staring back at him, the ring glowing a golden color. "Today you won't escape, my old friend. Your protections are too strong to release you. You may have enough power to influence the world, but there is no escape for you," he growled. Part of Garrison felt foolish for talking to the ring, after all it was a demon king, but he mostly did it to burn off some of his anxiety.

With a few lines of magic Garrison pressed his hand down on the ring and channeled magic into it, he felt the room start to lighten up as the evil powers that the demon king had attempted to gather dissipated. After a long minute Garrison slumped and sighed in relief, the deed was done for now, and with that he closed the box and set it back down on its podium. Garrison smirked to himself as he knew that he'd done it without any aid, though some part of him still doubted his own ability in keeping it sealed. Walking up the stairs he whistled to himself as he heard a knock on the front door, Garrison jolted in surprise, none of the others were supposed to be here just yet, he walked towards the door with a feeling of success as he opened it to greet a familiar face.

***

It was hour after hour of potion making, after a while Dean was sure that his arm was going to fall off from the amount of grinding he'd done with the mortar and pestle. Roots, seeds, and herbs became his life for sixteen hours. At one point Dean considered using magic to complete the task... but he decided against it as he recalled a story his master had told him of dancing brooms, buckets of water, and a tall blue stared hat. Finally Dean finished brewing the last potion and poured it into a bottle, he had thoroughly learned his lesson as he threw the cauldron in a corner to clean it the next day, as for now he decided to rest his head while waiting for Master Yew to return.

Resting his head on the table Dean had no desire to open his eyes as he allowed himself some much earned rest... and then he heard the door slam open. He had to resist groaning as he picked his head off the table to see Master Yew walking in, seeing his master against the dimming light of day, Dean had the oddest feeling that something was... off about his master. "Dean, have you finished the task?" his master asked upon walking in. Dean bobbed his head in agreement while Master Yew approached and glanced over the multitude of bottles, there were ten in all from all of the ingredients that Dean had used. "You've done a wonderful job. Now I'll allow you to watch me perform this ceremony," he chuckled.

Master Yew picked up one of the bottles of potion and approached the mirror, but as he did so Dean had an odd feeling... The young apprentice hadn't quite learned the finer points of sensing demonic energies, but he could tell that something was shifting in the air as the elder mage yanked the sheet off of the mirror revealing it once more. The mirror had changed though in the time that Dean had seen it last, now the mirror no longer showed any reflection, rather it showed nothing but a black void that seemed to swirl with motes of red energy. "Master... what's going on?" Dean asked. The apprentice stood up with shaky legs, his body exhausted from the day of work still, nonetheless though he made himself stay standing as his master looked at the mirror with almost... reverence.

Watching his master act so odd Dean had the feeling that something was very wrong, and he didn't have his wand at hand either as he'd put it back in his room during his potion crafting as he didn't want to risk the temptation of speeding up the process with magic. Now he was pissed at himself for such an action as his master glanced over his shoulder at his apprentice and revealed that his blue eyes were now stained with a red color. "You've been a fantastic aid in this process, apprentice. Thank you for assisting me in freeing my master from his prison!" Master Yew laughed.

For a few seconds Dean was frozen in a mixture of confusion and terror as he watched his master uncork the bottle before he rushed towards his master. "Stop it!" he snarled. But before he could touch his master, the elder sorcerer barely moved a wrist and Dean was stopped in his tracks, his body refusing to move. "Master Yew, what's happened to you?! You have to break free of this spell!" he shouted.

Yew just looked at Dean with pity, almost as if Dean didn't understand something that the other mage knew long before. "You'll understand soon enough," he said. With that he poured the potion onto the mirror and Dean watched on as the potion sat on the mirror's surface completely still for a moment before it spread across the surface like wildfire, pouring over every inch of the reflection's surface, the obsidian frame starting to shine bright with red light as cracks formed all over its surface. Master Yew stepped back a few feet as Dean was released from the spell, but the apprentice didn't move as he watched on in concerned silence. As the obsidian shattered a form stepped out from the blackened glass which shattered as the creature stepped out.

With the demon stepping into the room everything started to shift around Dean, the regular stone walls took on an ebony hue, the wooden floor became polished crystal, even the counters in the room were changed into bone tables with intricate devices on them that Dean couldn't begin to understand. Even breathing hurt Dean as the air had chilled enough to freeze follicles of his hair as the demon ran his hand down his nude form. "Mmm... it's been so very long since I've held my physical form. Two hundred years if I've kept count correctly," the demon started. Dean watched the demon with a sense of dread as he approached Master Yew who at some point had fallen to his knees. "Yew, you are the one who sealed me in that damn mirror for two hundred years," the demon snarled. Yew received a smack on the cheek causing Dean to step forward in anger, but as quickly as he started towards the demon he was once more frozen in place by a wave of the demon.

The prone sorcerer sat up, but his eyes were still gleaming with a red glint and his face looked anything but displeased. It was like the elder mage had been turned into a young lover gawking over the object of their affection. "Master Lexus, I'm so sorry that I imprisoned you for so long," Yew said. Dean was shocked to see tears forming in his master's eyes, and the demon grinned wide as he stroked his hand through the man's gray hair, and the scary thing for Dean was that where the demon touched, his master's hair turned into a deep blue color, like the demon's own pelt of fur.

The demon in question appeared to be some form of mutation of a Displacer beast, a feline creature that resembled a panther, save for the two extra arms, and the tendrils that extended over his shoulders that seemed to twitch every few seconds at Dean, as if they could see him. "Get your hands off of him!" Dean shouted. The young man wished that his voice sounded deeper and more scary but... it was more of a whine than anything else. The demon looked over at him with an amused smirk, Yew's eyes never leaving the displacer demon. "What did you do to my master?!"

With a deep purr in his chest the demon stroked the sorcerer's head once more, Dean watching in terror as his master's ears started to change into more feline looking points, the blue color spreading through his master's hair, and fur starting to spread on his skin. "It's quite simple, Dean," the demon purred. Dean winced as he heard his name uttered by the demon, it was disgusting to be known by such a creature. "Yesterday when you were casting your spells, I decided to start manipulating things a bit, such as enhancing your will-o-wisp into a demon fire, and manipulating your thoughts a bit to guide you upstairs. Frankly, my plan could have failed quite easily... but thankfully it all worked perfectly. When you pulled that rotten sheet away from my mirror I could've corrupted you just as I did to your master..." the demon teased. More and more the fur spread across Yew's face, his eyes turning a blood red color completely, his face starting to become more muzzle like.

"Why didn't you then?!" Dean snapped. He attempted to ignore his master's changes, but they were hard as the man became feral looking, his body shifting in its corruption, and yet somehow Yew never broke eye contact with his new master.

"Simple. The ingredients for the potion that you created to free me from my prison would cure anyone of demon possession just by touching them. They're all holy roots of one sort or another, and as your master would immediately know what potion you were creating even if we could work around the holy roots, he would never allow you near the mirror. So in the end, I had to gather up enough of my energy for the last seven years to make this plan work. After all, your master is a very strong soul, and even after I implanted my corruption in him, it didn't take root fully until midnight last night during his dreams. How he struggled and rolled, but in the end I turned him into my obedient thrall." The entire time the demon was talking Dean was forced to watch as his master changed from his human self into a Displacer Beast, not a humanoid one like the demon, but a full blown one with gleaming red eyes that matched the demon's own. The mage's robes fell to the ground revealing a throbbing length between the corrupted creature's legs, Yew trying to prod his muzzle into his master's crotch.

"Master Lexus, thank you for gifting me this form. I am proud to be your eternal slave," the new demon purred. Dean couldn't help but feel disgusted as his ex-master licked at the demon's balls, obviously desiring his new master's juices, and Lexus seemed to enjoy the attention too as his cock started to harden. In the moment of distraction Dean felt the magical binding suddenly loosen, and he bolted towards his room, the Displacer demon hissing in shock as the young mage rushed towards his room. He heard two roars as the new demon Yew rushed after him, quickly adapting to his new body from his master's corruptive influence as the young mage reached his wand and snatched it up. "Dean, there's no use running, my master will take you as he has taken me!" the displacer demon roared as he slid into Dean's room.

While Dean had never practiced it he knew he would have to use a teleportation spell to get away with his wand, so with a hurried incantation and a desperate swing of his wand he cast a teleportation spell just as his ex-master leapt at him. With a quick blue flash Dean found himself appearing eight feet in the air and fell towards the ground before landing with a pained grunt. The young man felt nauseated as he sat up, rubbing his hand and gripping his side as he felt waves of pain flow through his body from his long fall. "Reminder to self, do not cast a teleportation spell in a hurry again," he grunted as he pulled himself to his feet. Looking around, Dean was stunned to see that he'd actually landed about where he wanted to. According to his master... ex-master Yew, first time teleportations tended to fail with the teleporter never coming close to their desired location, but somehow he'd come within fifteen feet of it.

The injured apprentice lurched towards the front door of the house he'd teleported in front of and knocked. Dean knew of only one person that he could trust in a situation like this, he was a mage who could hold his own against even his own master, and he was the youngest of the magic circle to boot. The door opened to reveal a pale and weakened looking Garrison yet even with a bruise on his face he managed to smile as if nothing in the world was wrong as he looked out at Dean. "Dean, my boy, you're safe!" he exclaimed in joy.

Dean grinned back in relief as the mage swept open his door to allow him in, inside looked just as good as Garrison did, tables overturned and several flames burning in the room. "Garrison, I'm gonna guess that my master attacked you?" Dean asked. The question was pretty dumb to ask, but honestly Dean was still very addled from the fall.

"Yes. Your master came in and attempted to put me under the thrall of the demon that I protected as he himself was. He was persistent and threw several spells all over the place. It was so much that I could hardly protect myself," Garrison explained. Dean sat down in one of the few standing chairs and rubbed the side of his face as Garrison threw a few logs of wood into the fireplace as he looked down at Dean with a smile. "I'm very glad you came though, Dean. I need to set up a few preparations for when your master comes back."

Nodding as he pulled himself to his feet, Dean was only too happy to help the mage, after all they did need to erect a barrier to protect themselves against the demons. "I'd be happy to. Afterwards we can find some way to reseal the demons and fix my master. Then we'll have to check on the other masters," Dean said as he followed behind Garrison.

"The other mages have all been turned just as your master was," Garrison said over his shoulder. They approached the basement and Garrison threw open the hatch before walking downstairs, Dean looking over his shoulder nervously as if Yew and Lexus would be there as he followed the mage down the stairs. "I'm sure as we speak your master spreads the potion to free all of our masters," Garrison said.

Dean stepped down on the floor and started to follow Garrison once more before he paused, Garrison's word choice confusing him. "Garrison, what... do you mean by 'our masters'?" he breathed. Garrison was quiet for a moment before he span around on his heel, flicking out his wand and summoning the young mage's wand before he could flick it.

Garrison chuckled as he took Dean's wand in his hands and broke it with a quick snap of his wrists. "Whoopsie, looks like I gave it away a little soon. I've just been so absolutely excited that I couldn't hide the truth for too long," Garrison giggled. Dean felt his stomach churn as he watched all the damage done on Garrison's body fade with a blink, a golden glow appearing in the mage's eyes as Dean heard a few popping sounds behind him to reveal Lexus, now dressed in robes, and Yew who now had a collar wrapped around his neck. "Welcome Master Lexus, we've been awaiting you," Garrison said with a sweeping bow.

"Thank you. I'll be glad to release my brother demon once I've reeled in my new apprentice," Lexus said. Dean tried to step away from the demon, but there was nowhere to run to, the basement had no way out but the stairs that the demons now stood in front of. "Don't you worry, Dean, once you've been taken into my fold any of that dimwitted nature of yours shall be wiped clean. I've seen your magic in you, and I know you're very powerful. Your master wasted your potential, but I'll put it to good use," Lexus chuckled.

There was a flicking motion from Lexus' tendrils and suddenly the displacer was right in front of Dean. The young mage knew that it was just illusion magic, a speciality of the demon, but his powers of hypnotism were just as powerful as his real body as Dean made the mistake of looking into the illusion's red glowing eyes. Everything went blood red as the demon easily broke apart his mental wall, unlike the strong willed master, the apprentice hardly had a chance as the real Lexus stepped in place of his illusion, his hand stroking the human's cheek causing him to unconsciously rub into the hand as Lexus pressed his thoughts down into Dean's head. "Finally you are mine. There is no more escaping, Dean. You've used up all your chances to get away, and now you're within my grasp." Lexus' voice was like honey being poured all over Dean's mind, he couldn't help but be enticed as he found everything he'd ever found holy being tainted by the demon's corruptive clutches.

"P... please... don't..." he whined. Tears trickled across' Dean's eyes but he couldn't stop the eye contact with Lexus, everything in the world around them had faded to black, all there was was the red world of the demon. Dean attempted to push away from the demon, but the demon's second set of arms grabbed Dean's arms and kept him still as the other pair stroked Dean's cheeks, dark blue fur starting to grow in on his cheeks while the demon never blinked.

"Your will, your thoughts, your life is now mine. Before you thought that you were a free sorcerer, free to do as you will with your life once your apprenticeship to your master was finished. That illusion disappears now as you enter my apprenticeship, this shall never end, yours shall be a permanent position in my company from this day on. For your master I have made him into nothing more than my familiar as he has taken away two hundred years of time to own this planet. You shall be my right hand man, one who I may pleasure whenever I desire," Lexus spoke into Dean's mind. It was like playing with puddy, Dean's mind was being molded in Lexus' power, the demon finding the excess of magic flowing through the young man's body would be an excellent addition to his own power. "There is no more thoughts of leaving my side. Your life is dedicated to me, your king, your kind, you shall be demon, no more humanity shall course through your vein's."

A whimper escaped Dean's mouth as his eyes started to pool with red, corruption pouring into his body as his defences fell, with every word spoken by Lexus the less Dean resisted. His face pushed out into a feline muzzle, thick luxurious blue fur covering his new head as his nose turned into a gleaming black nose, his tongue absently flicking out to lick it, Dean hardly realizing what was happening as his ears popped, the feline ears flicking a few times as they resettled on the top of his head. There was a tickling sensation on his back as furred tendrils started to sprout, pushing out slowly but surely as Lexus continue to play with his new toy. "Your days as a follower of the divines is over. They've never done anything to save you, and so you'll from this day forth look to me as your new god. Your body will lust for mine, a physical urge that you cannot resist," Lexus purred.

The changing man let out an uncontrollable moan as his dick hardened, his mind being filled with images of his mas... Lexus' body, the large shaft between his legs, the rounded ass... "I'm... I'm no... not interested..." he whispered.

The words didn't even convince Dean of his thoughts as Lexus threw word after word into the man's head, image after image. Sensations flooded his body as his tendrils ripped free of his clothing, Lexus' second set of arms loosening as they tore at the changing man's clothes and throwing them to the ground revealing his bare form, but it wasn't bare for long as now the changes were happening at an extreme speed, blue fur rushing over his body, muscles forming underneath that Lexus desired in his apprentice. The young man's cock even started to swell and surge as the young man's mind was flooded with growing devotion to his new god... to his new master. "Yes, give yourself to me, I shall rename you as my new apprentice. Xolen shall be your name, discard your previous name as you discard your previous body. You may carry the memories of Dean, but you give yourself to me, as I stroke your body and bring you closer to your climax, devote your magic... your energy... your soul to me," Lexus hissed.

"Yes... master..." Xolen moaned. Lexus grinned wise as he watched a long tail extend from above his new apprentice's furred ass, a new pair of arms reaching out and holding Lexus tight as Xolen's eyes glowed a mirrored red color. The only difference between the pair was that Xolen was shorter, but one day in his own time he would grow taller, but as for now the pair was fine with how they were as Lexus used his spare arm to jerk off Xolen's new cock, the new Displacer demon letting out a hiss of pleasure as his closed his eyes, humping into his new master's paw as his feet finally changed, no more part of him being human as he came all over his master's stomach, his juices flowing down the demon's robes as Lexus grinned down at his new subordinate. Xolen opened his eyes, the world appearing once more as he stepped back, his furred paw running down the side of his body as he indulged in his new form. "Master, what do you need me to do?" he asked.

Lexus beamed as he licked the cum off of one of his fingers. "We shall finish our business here, and then move on to the other mages' houses. We shall finish freeing my siblings... and then I will have my fun with you before we start corrupting the world," the Displacer chuckled. Xolen purred in agreement as Yew licked up the pair's juices off of the floor, all the while Garrison watching on in awe as he imagined his own fun soon to come from being brought into his master's fold.

***

The ten demon kings after their long imprisonment had finally come back together, all of them with a servant or familiar at their side, their leader Lexus being one of the few with both standing at his. "Brothers, and sister, we are free once more to taint the hearts of man once more after our brief stay in prison," Lexus spoke with a hint of amusement in his eyes. They all grinned in response, all of the demons were practically bouncing with excitement at the prospect of having free roam of the world once more after being cramped in their prisons for so long.

"Brother Lexus, what of the mages that still wander the lands? They don't know of us right now, but once we start tainting the land once more it won't take them long to find us again. According to my servant they've all been taught the enchantment to imprison us just as the original group of mages did," Seyn said. She unlike the rest of the demons there was an absolute beauty, to any mortal she would appear as a beautiful woman without imperfection, but to the keen eye of a mage they would see that she was a Seelie. A demon with the power to control lust, and it worked in her favor as she'd taken on several slaves across the world with her looks alone, though her magic was just as powerful as her looks.

The rest of the demon kings nodded as they looked on at Lexus, they were all anxious about being put in their prisons once more, but Lexus had already thought of this. It had only been a couple of days since they'd been released, but in that time Lexus had been working on his new apprentice for this case in particular. The displacer demon smirked as he gestured for Xolen to step forward, his apprentice walking up with a smirk on his face as he bowed low. "Masters and mistress, do not worry about the mages any longer. I have devised a spell that I shall place upon you all that will prevent their magics to work on you," he explained.

Cerevit, the minotaur demon, stomped one of his feet angrily. "Do you intend to insult us, Lexus?! If you've had such a spell to teach to your servant, then why have you not used it before?!" he snarled. His sudden movements threatened to break the loincloth that seemed precariously tied around his crotch, not that many of the demons would complain if his meat fell out.

Lexus held up a finger and it was enough to still his brother, the displacer wasn't one to be pushed around, even by the other demon kings. "It''s simple, brother. Ever with the power between us we've not been able to harness such power for a spell. The power that we handle is demon energy, and though it's extremely powerful, it's not enough to fight off mage magic. My apprentice here though, tainted as he is, has more than enough magic power to set up such a spell. Truthfully I wasn't sure at first if it would work at all, so I decided to test it out myself. I had Xolen cast the spell on me and then I assaulted a mage's guild," he explained cooly. It was obvious from everyone's shocked expression that this wasn't something any of them would risk, as powerful as they were, they all had a certain dread for mages after their imprisonment. "As you can see, I'm fine, the mages attempted the spell of sealing on me, but it merely reflected off of my body and I was able to convert them all into servant demons," he explained.

"Sssuch a ssspell, it must consume too much magic for one mage!" Rylin, the king of nagas, hissed.

"Do not worry, Master Rylin, my spell once connected to you has the ability to sustain itself from your demonic energy. With how much you all have and are more than capable of generating, the magic will sustain itself infinitely," Xolen said with a smirk. Ever since his change Xolen felt incredibly powerful, with his master's support he was growing increasingly intelligent, and all the more corrupted and he couldn't be happier with it.

The other demon kings slowly nodded as they started to shiver with anticipation, Lexus stroking his apprentice's head as he glanced over his siblings. "Worry not, my brethren. From today on we shall become the rulers of the world once more, and should anyone rise to fight us, they will join us against their brothers as they did before. From today on, the demon kings will rule the land as we did so long ago," he chuckled. The room chilled as their demonic energies boiled in excitement, their bodies glowing as they let out a singular roar of excitement, and across the world mages and paladins felt the dark energies swirling as they grew tense with the realization that demons were once more on the prowl.