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The Coronation Demon Prompted by TiranMaster By Draconicon

Suro waited in the empty throne room, his fingers curling tighter and tighter around the arms of his throne with every successive roll of thunder outside. The drawn curtains barely muffled it, and did nothing to stop the flashes of lightning outside.

His father had told him about this, and so had the ministers. Yet it was one thing to know of their kingdom's deal with the devil, and another to experience it.

The brown bat hissed to himself as the latest roar of thunder seemed to ripple through the room. The vibrations shook everything, and Suro resisted the urge to pull the royal cloak tighter around himself. It was hardly a shield, and besides...this was necessary.

He waited for five more minutes before the air went still. A hint of movement in the corner of his eye caught his attention, but he remembered his father's words.

He comes in the night. Do not move until he does, or deal or no deal, you'll die.

So Suro waited. His heart hammered in his chest as the darkness dripped down the curtains, pooling beneath them before running across the carpeted floor. It was like watching water run towards a drain as rivers and streams of shadow slithered towards the center of the room.

The bat's breath caught in his throat as the darkness came together and lifted itself from the ground. Like ink pulled from a well, the shadow pulled itself from the carpet, rising until it was just taller than a man. Details began to emerge as Suro held his breath, not daring to catch its attention before it was fully formed, before it was fully made.

Arms appeared, clasped over a chest that was broad and thick. They were followed by thick shoulders, and as the neck narrowed above them, the head began to form as well. Suro wondered what it was that had terrified and aided his family for so many generations. Would it be a horrible monster? A beast with fangs and claws to rend his dreams and send him gibbering in terror, as happened to his great-grandfather? Or something beyond description, something horrifying that defied words?

He leaned forward in the slightest of ways, trying to peer through the darkness to make out more, but there was nothing. The devilish thing hid beneath the shadows of the throne room, still pulling itself together, still hiding itself like it always did.

What will you be? What will you demand?

A deal with the devil, his family called it. A deal that they'd made since the start of the kingdom, and what his father said guaranteed their continued rule. But what -

"My...my...my..."

The voice came from behind, crackly and old, and only his claws, embedded deeply in the throne, kept him from leaping to his feet. His breath came hard and fast as he struggled to remember the words.

"You address...the newly crowned king...King Suro...the second..."

"Newly crowned king...heh...heh...don't make me laugh..."

His ears twitched as he strained for the source of the voice. Behind him, at his side, above him. It shifted around, echoing everywhere, coming from everything but the silhouette before him. Tensing every muscle in a desperate attempt to keep from looking around, Suro continued.

"I am crowned, by council...and by kingdom. My father is five days dead...and I seek..."

The words. Say the words.

"I seek your blessing."

"A blessing. Hmm, hmm...hmm..."

The silhouette moved, finally. He realized that its head had been lowered, staring at the ground, as horns slowly pushed upwards from the inky creature. They grew and curved, pulling up and back so that the tips swooped over its head. Droplets of darkness hit the ground as a pair of wings ripped free of its back, revealing a torso and face as crimson as the carpet beneath it.

"What blessing...can the King of Hell...deliver to your family?"

Suro let out a breath that he had been holding for too long. According to his father, it was safe, now. When the body had formed, he could move, could talk, could look around. It was only when it was still fluid, when it was unformed, unchecked, that it was dangerous.

Or...or was it? He saw madness in the demon's eyes, madness that could be his if he wasn't careful. He would have to watch his words closely.

"What can you do for me?"

"I can do many things."

The demon swept across the floor, clawed feet leaving the carpet as its wings flapped. Too slow to carry it like a bird, yet it moved with the grace of an eagle. Suro stood just as it reached him, but even so, it had the advantage of height over him.

"I can give you armies greater than any that walk the earth, soldiers of rock and ash to break your enemies beneath an avalanche of might.

"I can give you wealth, opening the vault of the underworld to you, where lies every treasure lost and every treasure conceived.

"I can give you love, so that every member of your kingdom, man and woman, will see you as paragon of perfection.

"Whatever you wish, I can give it to you...for the price of our deal."

Swallowing hard, Suro struggled to remember the contract. He'd seen it just that morning, written in cracked blood and ancient words, words that he hardly understood. The price was promised, but what was it? What was he giving up?

The demon smirked beneath its shadowed cowl, and gripped him by the arm. It was cold and hot at once, two fingers and a thumb squeezing his arm and the edge of his wing.

"Don't tell me you've forgotten...the price..."

"No, I haven't. I-I'm merely considering the...the consequences."

He knew the demon didn't believe him. He wouldn't have believed himself. The demon let him loose and circled behind him, floating over the ground with no more sound than the occasional wingbeat.

"If you're concerned...your majesty...we may speak of other things..."

"Such...such as?"

"Of smaller gifts...for smaller prices."

This is a trick...

"Of course it is...but an honest trick, for a new king."

The demon spread its wings again, and the darkness was broken with a shimmer of light. Suro turned away, shielding his eyes at the sudden brilliance as the demon continued.

"The King of Hell offers many a gift, to those willing to pay the price...those who pay with souls...and those that pay with their body..."

Souls. Souls. That was the cost of the gift. His soul, for the power of the King of Hell. Suro shuddered. None of his family had told him of his father's prior self, before the coronation. Nobody seemed willing to. Had it changed the man? He remembered King Toso as a good man, someone that was strict, but fair...but had it been an illusion?

Slowly, he lowered his hands. Hanging from the cloak and wings of the demon were many little trinkets, each one glowing with a deep red-gold light. They ranged from rings to crowns, from gems to necklaces, with even a few pairs of belts and other accessories among them. Sigils of wealth, power, strength, and even love adorned them, and he felt drawn to them, pulled as if by a hook beneath his heart.

He held out his hand -

"Ah."

The demon grabbed him by the wrist, two fingers and thumb squeezing beyond the strength of the greatest knight. This close, he could see the sharp teeth, the four fangs - not tusks, but fangs - that pushed past those lips as it looked down at him. Yet, still, he could not see the eyes. The demon's voice whispered to him.

"All may be given...but only at a price, your majesty..."

"...I have only one...one soul."

"Ah, but your soul...That is for our contract."

The demon smirked, releasing him before opening his cloak once more. The light was no longer so dazzling as he removed something, a golden band, from beneath it. Suro took it as it was offered, turning it over in his hand. Wider than a bracelet, he could tell. An anklet? Perhaps. The band was linked with crossing rods, not quite interwoven, but touching.

"What is this?"

"A gift of power, a connection to your land. Wear it, and feel those that walk near you. Be connected to the people, and know them."

A powerful thing, indeed. His uncle had been killed by assassins, and his father had been dogged by them for years. To have that peace of mind...but what about...

"And the...the cost?"

"To have the power, you will give sensation. The world will touch you deeply, and I will feed from it. In Hell, there is little to feel, and we will take anything."

Suro slowly nodded. He would become more sensitive to the world, and the demons would feel it through him. It seemed...an interesting trade. Perhaps too interesting, but at the same time, he could use it. The bat nodded, and the demon smiled his four-fanged smile.

"Then wear it, oh King."

The bat removed his boots and laid them by the throne. Slowly, he slid the anklet down past his toes, and then around his heel. It seemed to change in size as he did, but he dismissed it as part of the demon's magic. Soon, it rested around his ankle, and -

Suro jumped at the sudden sensation through his soles, feeling tickles and tingles, singes and sores, ice and...indignities beneath his feet. With every second that they touched the ground, he felt something new. The sensation of the carpet - so lush and warm - faded, replaced by the heat of the palace forge, which in turn faded to -

"AH!"

He shouted as he felt as if a rod had struck the bottoms of his feet, slapping just under his toes. Then again, and again, each strike harsh and firm against his soles. The bat leaned against his throne, biting his lip.

"What is this?!"

"You are sensitive to the world around you. You will feel everything, through the soles of those around you. Even...discipline."

"Take it back!"

"I cannot. You have paid the price, and you must accept it."

"Then -"

"But I can offer other prizes...other offers...that may help."

Suro bit back another whimper as his feet were assaulted, but not only with the whips and rods of some pervert. As the tongue of another dipped between his toes - no, another's toes, he told himself - the bat desperately nodded, eager for anything that might help.

The demon opened his wings, and the king waited.

The king shook and shivered upon his throne, and the demon attended him. Two fingers splayed about the king's shaft, wrapped in three golden rings and dripping down, while the demon's thumb pressed beneath his sac, rubbing in little circles around his hole.

Suro could hardly think, his body on fire from the 'gifts' that he had received. The rings on his shaft, the pair of anklets above his feet, the golden collar around his neck; they were but the starts of the many 'gifts' of Hell that the creature had offered him, and in his desperation, he had accepted every one of them.

The price had never seemed too high, after all, and Suro felt he could spare it. After all, what was a little more given to the demons in return for hopeful relief? What would they do with his experience, his memories, his sight, his ears, his -

"-mind, your majesty. It is such a pesky thing to have to think...Accept one last gift, at the cost of your mind, and you will be the greatest ruler to ever live."

The bat panted and groaned. His cloak, the only bit of clothing he retained, served as little more than a rag to catch the pre dripping from his shaft. It puddled beneath him, staining the demon's hand and running in ever-increasing rivulets towards his hole. The demon's thick thumb threatened again and again to penetrate him, but never did, only running over his hole.

Laying back on his throne, Suro could barely make out the golden rod in the demon's hand. It was long and slender, with a jeweled end. A scepter of power, perhaps? He could not make it out, his chest rising and falling as he panted in bliss.

A sudden squeeze at the base of his shaft made him arch his back, thrusting between the two thick fingers. He was so close, as he had been for hours, his feet dripping with the spit adorning another's soles, his neck bathed in the kisses belonging to another, and his shaft feeling the phantom sensations of a dozen different holes at once. He felt bonded to the people of his castle as never before, feeling all of them, at all times.

The demon talked again, so close to him now, the side of one fang stroking along the edge of his shaft.

"One last gift, your majesty...surrender your mind...and take it..."

"I..."

"Yes?"

"I...surrender..."

A smile, and for the first time, a set of eyes. Soft, red, and pulsing, they met his and drew him in, submerging what thoughts he had left. Suro was left with nothing but the sensations, hundreds, thousands of different things happening at once...

And now, a thousand and one, as the tip of the rod pressed past the thumb at his hole. Bit by bit it slid in, until the bulbous, jeweled end was left against his hole, too thick to slide further in. Suro could only pant and gasp, his eyes wide and glazed as the demon pulled him back to a vaguely upright position.

He was not dressed, not clothed. All he could do was stare ahead, the new king silhouetted by his purple cloak, his ringed cock dripping and drooling all over his lap.

"Your mind, your heart, your sight. So much is mine, your majesty. We only have one bit of business left."

The demon pulled forth a crown, one that Suro did not recognize. He knew - deeply, even without thought - that it was not the crown of the realm, but the crown of something far away, something powerful and unnatural. The demon smiled his four-fanged smile, and held it aloft.

"The gift of love, I give to you...your people will love you, without thought. And with that love, through you, they'll feed us for a hundred years."

Suro was helpless as the demon placed the crown upon his head. With a wave of its hands, the demon swept open the curtains. Night had fled, as had the storm, and the dawn light crept up. Even as the creature flinched, it flung its hands towards the throne room door, throwing it open with its shadowy magic.

The bat could barely see, through his remaining sight, the people on the other side. But even he could see their shock, hear the gasps of breath at what he had become. For the briefest of moments, he was overcome with horror.

"Long live King Suro, the Beloved."

Beloved...

Beloved...

Beloved...

The crown flared with light above his head, and the fear faded. Instead, love, compassion, and even lust filled him, and the crowd walked across the carpeted throne room. The light of dawn banished the demon from the room, to its various pieces beneath the curtains, behind the throne, and even in the cracks of the ceiling.

For the King of Hell would have many heirs to sell his favors to, as the first of many great orgies began in the mindless crowd below.

The End