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Stray splinters bit past denim jeans into Josh’s knees. A moth-eaten Persian rug that would have protected his knees from the decaying wooden floorboards had been rolled up and dumped in the hallway, replaced by a chalk circle of a similar size. The circle had been painstakingly measured to be nine feet in diameter, down to the millimeter. A smaller concentric circle had been drawn inside. Foreign symbols lined the gap between the circles’ edges. Within the inner circle, a triangle had been neatly drawn, connecting three equidistant points. Pinpricks of Josh’s blood anointed each junction. Outside the circle, in the northwest direction as Josh had made very certain of, stacks of dog-eared books and white vanilla-scented pillar candles littered the floor. The candle flames danced in the musty air despite the only draft in the cabin being from Josh’s breath. The single window in the room had been shut, locked, and covered with a black sheet. Josh’s burnt orange muzzle hovered only inches from the pages of a scabbed over tome as he read aloud. The fox’s tongue stumbled over harsh, crackling sounds and syllables that he spit more than spoke. The words were inhuman. They were written in the same markings as the ones traced inside the chalk circle before him. Speaking this bitter language made the bile rise in his throat. It made the sound of crackling timber roar in his ears, interrupted by a metallic grinding that threatened to draw his attention. If fire could speak, Josh thought, this is what it would sound like. Josh rasped and coughed the remainder of the incantation. Dry cracks formed barren valleys in his lips. Licking them helped a little, but took some of the precious little moisture from his parched mouth. A glass of holy water reflected candlelight in the corner of his vision. A low, vibrating hum began, emanating from the center of the circle. Some of the old floorboards clacked together like loose teeth. Josh rose from a kneeling position to an uncertain stand, holding the spine of the book in one hand. He did a quick mental checklist of the pages he’d dog-eared; Preliminary Invocation, A Full and Complete Accounting of Entities, and The Ritual of Banishment, among others. The chalk outline glowed faint blue light that was just enough to light the symbols inside, but did little to brighten the room. The hum grew to a shake. A candle toppled over. Another threatened to fall, but Josh caught it, and righted both of them. He leaped back just in time to avoid being ignited as all the candles in the room suddenly shot up like lit flares. Heavy thumps like a row of lead weights were being dropped boomed from the circle. Months of preparation, and years of research precipitated this very moment. All the work he’d done: scouring rare book stores for the right copy of his exact book, finding this empty cabin, and practicing with lesser entities. Everything he’d done had led to this. Josh set his jaw, subconsciously correcting his slight underbite. He steadied his face, mindful to keep it stoic especially in his eyes and ears. He glanced at the tome in his hand, fingering his DIY bookmark to the banishment ritual. The air warped in the space above the circle like a mirror being bent and then twisted in on itself until it finally cracked in long jagged lines that spiderwebbed from the center. Shards of what seemed to be reality itself fractured off and fell into the center spiral. The center itself was pure void. Tar seeped from the tear and pooled on the floor like magma. The puddle grew, approaching, but never quite touching the chalk lines. Josh knew from experience that anything he summoned, including that void-liquid, would disappear as soon as he banished the entity. Still, it made him wince to see that much mess on hardwood, no matter how rotted it was. Ozone hit the fox’s nostrils. It wasn’t from the void, but the air itself as energy reverberated in the air. The void-liquid coagulated into a wardrobe-sized amorphous blob that formed into sharp angles and bristled fur, unfolding into a beast. The jagged tear in reality knit itself back together, leaving the creature behind. The creature shaped and reshaped Itself piece by piece. First, a dusty white skull emerged. It was equine, with Its long nasal bone, and sagging jaw bones. Maybe a horse? Josh remembered the summers he’d spent at his uncle’s farm, and the year he’d found a horse skull in a ditch. He’d cleaned it with dish soap and set it on his bookcase. By the next month, it stank so badly of rot that he tossed it back in the ditch. There was no way for the creature to know this about Josh, of course. Not if he’d done everything correctly. The creature unfurled the rest of Its body, leaving only Itself and a layer of void-liquid underfoot. It spanned out oil-slick wings in a stretch. Loose membranes covered each bony wing. It then folded them up behind Itself. The creature was almost naked, and masculine in form. In this light, it was impossible to tell if the creature’s fur was ash black, or simply dark brown. Leather straps hugged Its chiseled biceps and thighs, exaggerating the taut muscles of each. The entity made no attempt to conceal Itself, or Its equine shaft that hung luridly between Its legs. Simplistic drawings of demons were common in old grimoires, and this form was close to what Josh had expected. The leather straps were a surprise. Josh briefly wondered if It wore them for Its pleasure. He brushed the thought away. The eye holes held the same blackness of the void-liquid. Dark, empty, and they shimmered as the skull moved. Although the sockets were empty, they were far from vacant.They saw Josh, just as Josh saw It. It settled, and met Josh’s eyes evenly. “Hello, Lord Astetoth,” said Josh. He nodded his head respectfully. “HAIL, MORTAL,” the words rolled through Josh’s mind like rancid milk. It dragged the syllables, as unfamiliar with the sound of Josh’s language as Josh had been of Its. The creature’s mouth wasn’t shaped for mortal words. It lowered to Its haunches to look closer at Josh. Leather straps creaked under bulging muscle. Pressure grew in Josh’s skull. “YOU SING PRETTY FOR CARRION. YOU MUST HAVE GREAT AMBITION TO SUMMON ME. OR TERRIBLE FOOLISHNESS.” Josh gulped. The voice scraped across his brain like a shovel dragging over a gravel road. Pinpricks of static bristled Josh’s fur, raising his hackles along his back and shoulders. His nose twitched at the sickly sweet stench that wafted off It. A benefit of using an abandoned cabin in the woods to summon a demon: he didn’t have to worry about febrezing the place later. The great beast loomed before him, waiting patiently for an answer. The void-sockets bore holes into Josh’s eyes. Josh kept his gaze fixed on the creature. Josh fixed his muzzle into what he hoped was an assured smirk, dug his claws into his sweaty palms, and began a conversation he’d practiced a dozen times over. “I desire something simple,” said Josh. “According to my books, magicians used to use your power in their search for secrets and mysteries of the universe. You’ve made men into kings, and kings into gods. I humbly request that you do the same for myself.” his voice cracked at the last word. He wondered how the ancient acolytes managed to do this without trembling at the sight of the bestial equine monster. Here he was, a short fox protected only by his ceremonial robes and the chalk boundary, posing himself as an equal to Astetoth, The Great and Strong Duke of Hell. Astetoth’s hollow eyes seemed to narrow, honing in on Josh’s fear. Its forked tongue flicked out and tasted the air. The demon lord snorted and snapped a hoof against the floor. “YOU DESIRE SECRETS… POWER,” It said, bringing Its skeletal face to the invisible barrier separating It and Josh. Hot breaths of honey-sweet rot puffed in the fox’s face. Astetoth’s muzzle broke into a grin that cracked ear to ear. Or, where Its ears should have been. “YOU SMELL DIVINE, LITTLE WITCH MORTAL. YOUR TERROR DRIPS OFF YOU LIKE SWEET MOLASSES. YOU WOULD BE A WELCOME FEAST.” It was typical for demons to threaten Josh when he brought them into the earthly realm. Still, something was different about Astetoth. Every muscle under Josh’s skin threatened to betray him. He wanted to scramble back to the door. To flip open his grimoire, incant the banishment spell, and send the entity back to the hadal depths It had risen from. It would be so quick, like nothing had ever happened. Oh god, please god let the circle hold, he prayed silently. Josh wasn’t religious, but he hoped the prayers counted for something. “You may not feast on me. But I can offer other things in exchange for your guidance” “WHAT COULD YOU POSSIBLY OFFER THAT WOULD TEMPT A GRAND LORD OF HELL?” It asked. Astetoth’s equine skull tilted to the side. with a series of clicks and grinds. Its tongue flicked out again, this time in Josh’s direction. As if It wanted a taste. It traced an ashy brown hoof along the innermost edge of the chalk line. The pillar candles alternated between short bursts of frenetic flashes and steady flame. Regardless of the intensity of the flames, the light never quite reached Its empty sockets. “WOULD YOU OFFER YOUR PIOUS SOUL? WORLDLY SPLENDOR? UNDYING DEVOTION?” “I wish to offer-” “OR PERHAPS…” Its tone dropped to a stomach churning purr. “YOU WISH TO OFFER YOUR EAGER MORTAL FLESH? IT IS UNTOUCHED BY ANOTHER, NO?” Josh grinded his teeth. His palm dripped blood where he’d dug his nails into it. Of course It knew he was a virgin. It was a demon of knowledge after all, it wouldn’t be worth the chalk he’d trapped It in if It didn’t know. Josh raised his chin to look down his nose at the creature. “Lord Astetoth-” “LITTLE CARRION. FLEE, BEFORE I DEVOUR YOU. I WILL NOT OFFER AGAIN.” “Demon! I demand that you-” The fox was about to threaten the demon with an even more unpleasant binding spell as his grimoire instructed when Astetoth slammed a hoof down near the chalk. Josh’s eyes snapped down with it. A wave of raw terror rocked through his chest. The chalk line. Right by the candle that had fallen earlier. A small string of wax had created a bridge over the line. The only thing that had protected him from the demon had been broken. And it had been the entire time. The demon had been toying with him, and It had gotten bored. Josh struggled to open his grimoire to the banishment spell with his shaking hands, even with the help of the bookmark. The rotten musk of the beast suddenly overwhelmed him. He began to read too late. The creature lifted a finger, and shot a tendril of black smoke. Smoke quickly engulfed the book. Josh dropped it in surprise. Before it hit the ground, it evaporated into exhaust. “Stay back!” Josh cried. He grabbed his ritual dagger, still shining his own blood from when he used it for the summoning. It shook in his hand while he pointed it at the demon lord. Astetoth’s snout split into a predatory grin that seemed to drink in Josh’s panic. It pulled the same trick on the dagger, making it disappear into black smoke that wisped through Josh’s fingers. The fox scrambled to the door. The door itself dissipated, leaving only a featureless wall where the door once stood. Josh banged on it. Clawed at it. Tried to punch through, leaving only a bloody knuckle print behind, all while screaming for help that wasn’t coming. The entity stood idly by, content to watch. Josh spun around. He tripped on his ceremonial cloak and landed on his ass. Hard. Wood slivers embedded themselves in his palms as he backed into a corner. Trapped. A tear tried to fall from his eye, but the fox blinked it away. He straightened up, puffing out his chest, hands raised in a feeble defensive position. Astetoth made a series of sounds that may have been a bellowing laugh, but struck Josh like a series of blows. The demon lord stepped forward. Miniscule chalk bits crunched underneath Its hoof. The next step crossed the circle entirely. “YOU MUST KNOW HOW DELECTABLE YOUR FEAR-SCENT IS TO ME. HOW COULD YOU BANISH ME BEFORE I’VE HAD A TASTE?” It said. In two more strides, the demon closed the distance between them. Heat poured from Its body like the blast of an oven. Josh turned away and squeezed his eyes shut. Sickly sweet stench-musk invaded his lungs. Stabbing pain pierced his shoulder as the demon grabbed him and pushed him back against the wall. “Get off!” Josh choked through the suddenly too thick air. He refused to look directly at the creature, instead peeking through the corner of one eye. He retched in revulsion at Its scent as he tried to twist away, his shirt tearing in Its clawed hand. It gripped harder, crushing his deltoid muscle and straining the bone. Josh looked frantically for an exit. The door was gone. The path to the only window was blocked by the demon. No weapons, no spells. Josh grabbed the demon’s arm. It was meaty and furry with coarse, wiry hair. He tried to pierce Its hide with his claws, but couldn’t penetrate the thick skin. Another horrible, guttural laugh erupted from the demon. Each bark made Josh flinch. Astetoth was still toying with him, Josh realized. It could have killed him the nanosecond he spilled the candle, yet Josh was still alive. Likely only for the demon’s amusement. But maybe Josh could use that to his benefit. “LET US SEE WHAT YOU TRULY OFFERED WHEN YOU SPILLED YOUR BLOOD UPON MY SIGIL,” the demon raised Its other clawed hand at Josh. Shadows lunged from Its fingertips to embed themselves into the fabric of his cloak. The shadows weaved through it down to the fox’s clothes underneath. His cloak, t-shirt, socks, and even his underwear dissolved molecule by molecule until the fox was bare before the demon lord. Hot air drafted across Josh’s body. The thatches of fur between his pits and thighs were damp with nervous sweat. Bone lips puffed roasty air on the fox’s ear. Its serpentine tongue flicked out. The unnaturally hot, wet meat traced the outer helix of Josh’s ear before dragging forward across his cheek to lick at the salty tears beading in the corner of his eye. Josh’s breath escaped in rapid panting. For a moment, the demon hovered Its nostrils under Josh’s nose, breathing the air as directly as it could from Josh’s lungs. “WHERE SHALL I FEAST, LITTLE SORCEROR?” Cold wood pressed against Josh’s spine while the demon’s oppressive heat threatened to singe his fur. Its talons penetrated deeper into his shoulder. “YOUR VIRGIN COCK?” The fox squeezed his eyes tightly shut. He swallowed the bile rising in his throat. “YOUR CLENCHING PUCKER?” Josh mentally begged and pled to any higher power that would listen. Fuckfuckfuckfuckohgodpleaseohgod. Please don’t let me be killed. Save me from being tortured for eternity. And please god, don’t let this be the way I lose my virginity. “YOUR UNTAINTED SOUL?” “L-Lord Astetoth, p-please have mercy.” Josh’s voice cracked. A final plea to the entity. Astetoth’s hollow eye sockets held only cruel amusement at the fox’s terror. “I’m sor-” With no hesitation, the demon lord’s forked tongue surged forward from Its maw into Josh’s, cutting the fox’s off. Leathery prehensile muscle pried open Josh’s lips. It slithered past teeth, pressing against his soft palate, pushing the fox’s tongue aside. It scraped against his uvula, forcing a gag. Deeper it plunged with downward intention. Thick muscle invaded Josh’s throat, stretching it obscenely taut until Josh couldn’t breath. Couldn’t scream. Couldn’t think. Couldn't even bite down, the flesh was too tough. Josh tried anyway. The wriggling muscle elicited a swallow from Josh, which it used to force another couple inches down. The creature had a heartbeat, or at least a realistic facsimile of one, judging by the way the demon’s tongue throbbed inside Josh’s gullet. Josh gagged. His eyes bulged. Black spots flitted at the edges of his vision. He scrabbled his claws at whatever he could reach. He scratched and scraped and clawed at Astetoth’s forearm, and kicked uselessly at the creature’s legs. Hot, viscous demonic spit flooded his mouth. Saliva, his and the demon’s, overflowed onto the fox’s chest fur. It tasted like charred wood with a hint of seaweed. Astetoth laughed a low rumble as Josh fought back. It worked the tongue deeper against the spasming throat, flicking the tip deep inside. Finally, just as the blur around the edges of Josh’s vision tunneled into the center, the demon retracted Its monstrous tongue. The split tip teased Josh’s epiglottis as it exited. With a shuddering dry heave, the length of flesh was expelled from Josh’s body with an obscene slurp like the demon had just lapped up a stray drop from a cone of melting ice cream. Josh gagged and spit on the floor. Sweet replenishing oxygen refilled his lungs, leaving Josh gasping in relief. Drool trailed from the corner of his mouth. A bitter acidic taste remained like he’d just vomited. The demon’s tongue has traveled all the way down to his stomach. Being a demon, It had probably savored the fox’s stomach acid like aged wine. Josh retched again at the thought. Half a dozen breaths was all the creature allowed Josh before It roughly dragged him away from the wall. Tiny splinters burred into his legs and back. Astetoth pinned Josh in the middle of the magic circle where It had first appeared. The fox’s ribs strained under the weight. It laid Josh’s head at the apex of the middle triangle. Josh’s bushy tail hid protectively between his legs in an attempt to hide his genitals as much as possible until Astetoth wrenched it aside, exposing the pink ring of flesh underneath. Josh whimpered. “SUBMIT YOURSELF TO ME, LITTLE MORTAL. IT WILL HURT LESS,” It waved a finger and a shadowy tendril appeared. This one had a more distinct, tangible form. The tendril replaced the hand on Josh’s chest, keeping him pinned so the demon could move without concern of Josh escaping. Astetoth’s tongue plunged into Josh’s unprotected asshole in the same ruthless manner that it had invaded his throat. The leathery muscle buried itself just as deep, scraping against Josh’s sensitive skin. It pistoned in, and then out. Then back inside in a relentless tonguefuck that bruised the fox’s insides. Demonic saliva squelched out to mat his tail fur. Claws gripped Josh’s hips and tugged him further onto the tongue. His virgin hole clenched involuntarily around the intrusion, triggering a guttural groan from the entity. Josh’s labored gasps broke into choked sobs. “YES… CRY… IT FLAVOURS YOUR MEAT LIKE HONEY.” the voice sounded and smelled like a forest fire. Heaving sobs caked Josh’s face in tears, snot, and drool. Friction from the floorboards tore splinters deep into his back like a porcupine. His ass muscles jolted and twitched in pain. He laid his head back, not wanting to see what was being done to him. Not wanting the demon lord to take pleasure in the pain it wrought upon him. He made a weak attempt at kicking the creature away. A heel connected with Astetoth’s side. In response, the demon placed a heavy hand on Josh’s inner thigh, unnervingly delicate, Its claws retracted, except for a single one that grazed across his own penis. Blood rushed to Josh’s face. Not only was he rock hard, he was dripping precum. His chest grew tight, and his breath caught. The realization that his body had become aroused during the most humiliating, terrifying moment of his life was worse than anything else the demon could have done to him in this moment. Almost worse. The creature slurped Its long tongue free, leaving Josh’s ass achingly empty. Its dripping maw hovered inches from Josh’s leaking cock. It traced a finger along his shaft, following a vein. The tip of the tongue brushed against his cocktip to claim a drop of precum. Josh flinched. The equine demon climbed over Josh so they were chest to chest. Then face to chest, as Astetoth was a good couple feet taller than Josh. Heat like the sun during a summer heat wave made the fox swelter. The demon’s erection pressed against Josh’s thigh; a pillar of scorching meat that could have been a branding iron. It felt deeply and utterly wrong to be so close and in such an intimate position with such a vile being. The demon sensed Josh’s revulsion. It purred and brushed Its nasal bone against the fox’s forehead in a quick kiss. The kiss wasn’t a genuine display of care, it was simply another way to play with Josh’s emotions. Josh knew this. And it still hurt. A quick glance revealed the demon’s penis. It was undeniably equine with a flared cockhead and a medial ring halfway down the shaft. Off-white precum wept from the urethra. Astetoth spread Josh’s legs, once again exposing his glistening, slightly stretched entrance. “YOU PLEAD FOR ME TO STOP, YET YOUR TWITCHING CUNT BETRAYS YOU, CARRION. IT BEGS FOR MY CLAIMING.” Astetoth lined Its cockhead up with Josh’s asshole and kissed it to the muscled ring. “Oh god please-” It slammed forward in a vicious thrust that rammed balls deep. “Fuck!” Josh shouted. “NO GOD.” It said simply. The flared head jabbed past Josh’s prostate. It went deep, all the way to the second sphincter about nine inches into the fox’s passage. It squeezed through the second hole. Josh felt it. A sick sort of popping sensation deep in his guts. He cried out again. The thought of the demonic beast that deep in his body nauseated him. He felt his core body temperature rising. The intrusion was just as relentless as the others had been. Each thrust went deep, punching the fox’s ring into a crater, and then dragging it back into a mound with every withdrawal. Astetoth growled and pressed Its bony lips against Josh’s sweat drenched neck. It inhaled the fox’s fear, and clamped down, leaving horse incisor shaped marks in his shoulder. A stray moan escaped Josh. His insides held together just barely, although the demon likely wouldn’t have cared if It broke Its new toy. The demon began speaking again, this time in Its infernal language. It thrummed in Josh’s head like he was pressed against an old television. Josh didn’t understand the words. He wondered if he would understand even if he had the help of his grimoire. The hadean speech was practiced and steady unlike Josh’s clumsy incantation. It rose and fell in volume in rhythm with the creature’s thrusts. Electric blue light pinpricked the centers of Astetoth’s no longer empty eye sockets. They intensified into tiny flames that seared Josh’s eyes as he stared at them. An orange afterimage ringed the lights as Josh struggled to keep his eyes fixated in one spot. Blazing light continued to grow until the fox was bathed in it. He tried to close his eyes, and found himself unable to. He tried to speak, but was only able to droop his mouth open. The demon lord’s jaws opened. Cracks split up Its skull from the corners of Its mouth to the ears. Oil-slick tendrils snaked from the maw. They moved independently of one another, and each shot at Josh. One at his chest. Another at his stomach. Two in his temples. Unlike the beast, they were ice cold. They stabbed into him, not piercing his flesh, but something deeper. Something more private. The tendrils wriggled inside the very essence of Josh’s being, getting the lay of the land. The chest tendril squirmed into his heart, curling in the atriums and ventricles that kept it beating. Josh’s body continued clenching reflexively around the invading shaft, milking drops of precum that served to further lubricate the thick length. Trails of sticky vulpine precum connected Josh’s cock to the creature’s belly. Astetoth’s jaw distended wider to allow the tendrils greater range of motion. The tendrils surveyed Josh’s mind too, coiling around memories and tracing the edges of every private thought he’d ever had, leaving their dark residue behind. Thoughts flashed in rapid sequence. His regular coffee order(iced mocha with peppermint) and the cute barista named Christ and the way Chris drew a little heart on Josh’s receipt last week. The memory of summer at his uncle’s farm, and the first time he drove a tractor. How terrifying it was, yet exhilarating. The lonely nights he’d spent masturbating while picturing imaginary boyfriends on top of him. It was like everything that made Josh who he was, was examined. And then taken. A glowing golden wisp collected just above Josh’s bare chest. The edges were fuzzy and sparks drizzled from it like a sparkler in slow motion. It was small, maybe the size of a fist. It grew slowly, fed by threads that twirled upwards from Josh’s chest. It felt… Familiar. Josh focused on it, struggling as his body was ravaged by the demon. Despair filled Josh once recognition struck him. Of course it was familiar. Understanding without understanding, Josh knew the ball of light was his soul. The entity was speaking an incantation to push his own soul out of him. Adrenaline rushed through Josh. Every ounce of strength was funneled into his escape. He writhed his arms and twisted his hips. Struck Astetoth with renewed energy. He arched his back against the ground, which did nothing but allow the demon more direct access to his guts. Astetoth’s medial ring, once bouncing off Josh’s passhole, now brutally grinded against his prostate. Unwilling waves of ecstasy tore through Josh’s neurons. He bucked as his cock began to pulse. It sprayed thick ropes of vulpine semen across his trembling body and the demon’s ashy black fur. The spasms were synchronized with Astetoth’s pumping. The release had no true pleasure to it. Only terrible shame at being violated in such a carnal manner. The burning blue eye cavities blazed to a conflagration. The tendrils inside Josh’s spirit coiled tighter as they drew his spirit out into the ball of light. Flashes of memory continued. Hours spent searching rare book stores for the grimoire. Celebrity fantasies of who his first kiss could be, Dozens of pro/con lists he wrote when deciding which college to attend. All of these, and more drawn into the ball of light. Even his thoughts began to fragment, dissolving into primal terror. Terror dissolved too. Josh’s hazel eyes rolled back, a shade duller in color. Tears stained his cheeks. His body went limp beneath the demon lord. A hollow whimper escaped his throat. Josh wasn’t dead. But he would never be the same. There it hung between them. Josh’s soul. Curled into the shape of a sleeping kit. Innocent and unknowing of the danger above it. Astetoth inhaled like a vacuum on the highest setting. Josh’s soul resisted. It glimmered wildly, like it was clinging to the warmth of Josh’s body. But the demon’s hunger was a vortex that swallowed the entire soul in a gulp. Light seared Astetoth’s throat like a burning star. The scorch burnt Its throat in a delectable way. As the soul vanished down Its gullet, Josh’s body went slack, eyes glazed over. A mix of fox and demon drool leaked from his mouth. His shaft hung flaccidly against his thigh. “GOOD LITTLE CARRION,” Astetoth snarled. Its thrusts turned erratic with reckless abandon. It felt the fox’s ruined hole still convulsing around Its cock. The soul’s light tingled in Its chest. It slammed Its length inside the fox one final time, burying Itself to the hilt. Its claws bit the little sorcerer’s pelvis down to the bone. Hot demonic seed erupted in thick gooey pulses into Josh’s depths. Viscous cum was grinded into the fox’s walls with staccato pumps. Jizz seeped out and overflowed in goopy strands from the overstretched ring. The demon lord shuddered. Its forked tongue lolled outside Its mouth. It hadn’t enjoyed such an exquisite meal and subsequent release in hundreds, perhaps thousands of years. Astetoth withdrew its shaft slowly, watching as the medial ring caught on the ruined asshole. The flare was next to pop out. A river of semen gushed out of the gape. The fox remained limp on the cold flood, spine arched unnaturally. Purple bruises began to bloom under the white fur on his shoulder. The demon lord snorted. A puff of light wisped from Its nostrils as It looked down on the broken fox. “SO AMBITIOUS… A SHAME YOU WERE CARELESS WITH YOUR CANDLES. YOUR MAGIC WAS IMPRESSIVE FOR ONE SO YOUNG. I MIGHT HAVE TAUGHT YOU MANY THINGS.” Astetoth turned to where the door had been. It flicked Its hand at the wall. A vertical tear ripped through it, like the one he had appeared through. Void-liquid seeped into a puddle on the floor. “STILL, YOU MAY BE OF USE TO ME. IT IS DIFFICULT FOR A LORD OF HELL TO FIND A PROPER SERVANT.” said Astetoth. “RISE.” It cracked a hoof on the floorboard. Josh rose unsteadily to his feet. His eyes were still dulled. “COME,” said the beast. Astetoth stepped through the portal, morphing back into the void. Josh walked through next, unspeaking and unknowing. The tear closed behind them. The room was silent and empty, save for the faint crackles of candles and the scent of honey-sweet rot.