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The rise of monotheism, especially Christianity, has relegated demons to the role of villains, either as fire-breathing, destructive monsters or as the source of temptation to vice and self-destruction. Though this is often the result of consorting with fiends, it is not their goal to ruin those they deal with; they are, fundamentally, agents of chaos, seeking to inject life and energy into an otherwise boring and sterile world. They may not have any qualms about the loss of life or sanity, but to them, change and novelty are the supreme virtues, and nothing else matters in the slightest.

Take, for example, Glasya-Labolas. In a modern translation of the Lesser Key of Solomon, he is described as follows: "He is a Mighty President and Earl, and showeth himself in the form of a Dog with Wings like a Gryphon. He teacheth all Arts and Sciences in an instant, and is an Author of Bloodshed and Manslaughter. He teacheth all things Past, and to Come. If desired he causeth the love both of Friends and of Foes. He can make a Man to go Invisible. And he hath under his command 36 Legions of Spirits."

There is a mix of truth and hyperbole here. The ranking and command of legions of spirits, and his role as a man-slayer, seems to have been completely invented by the author, possibly in relation to his assumed role as a sort of general of Hell's armies. His powers are also grossly exaggerated here, as even supernatural forces cannot instantly overcome human ignorance, The other abilities are closer to his demesne, but they, too, have their limits. While he has been partly culpable in some heinous mass killings (the Columbine High School Massacre, to name a recent example), his role in them was merely to teach angry people the skills they wished to achieve their own goals. His reputation preceded him, and if so many of his petitioners wished to commit atrocities, the least he could do was make them outstanding in their own right.

It is with this warped perspective that a lonely, frustrated young man named Sergio "Elm Chant" Graham brought his arcane tools to a wooded glen on a summer day with the intent to summon Glasya-Labolas. He was better prepared than most seekers of demonic aid; he had practiced the drawing of the sigils and the recitiation of the incantations, and he had brought the rosemary incense, yellow candles, and gold ring to earn his favor. The spot he chose was rumored to be the site of a similar ritual almost four hundred years prior, though the details were lost to time. Even after the months of work, the sight of a winged figure swooping down into the glen and landing gently was a shock to him.

The antiquated illustrations engraved by M. Jarrault do his majesty little justice. He resembles the modern golden retriever, but with wilder, shaggier hair and a larger head. The wings atop his shoulders are similar to bat wings, covered in a fine, golden fuzz that shines in the sunlight. His head is larger than a normal dog's, his eyes wider with golden pupils. and the smile that M. Jarrault made to look malicious or unhinged is, in motion, more expressive of the pure joy of freedom and power. This leonine head stared at his summoner quizzically; the sigils on the ground prevented him from inspecting him more closely, in physical terms. But the young man's scent gave him the information he wanted, and he smiled vivaciously at him and spoken in a deep, silky voice.

"You have been most meticulous, young mortal; my congratulations on your exquisite inscriptions. I'm afraid the triangle was unnecessary in my case, but otherwise you have done well to bring me here. You must have some request or other for me, and I trust you've thought it through as well as the ritual so far,"

Sergio stood in silent panic, since he had expected no result from this experiment. Glasya-Labolas rolled his eyes and sighed softly; mortals were too easily broken, and this reaction was common.

"Yes, yes, this was a game, demons aren't real, et cetera. You have me here now, and you know something of me, at least. What is it you want? Quickly, before I tire of waiting."

The summoner swallowed and breathed deeply, inhaling both the rosemary and the new, invigorating, piquant scent of the demon. It gave him courage, and with terror in his voice, he spoke.

"Your... your eminence... I... I've always struggled to get along with others... to find love and respect... and I've tried everything else... I beg you, teach me to gain the love of others... to know their thoughts and make them love me... And before you start, I want it clear that I want no one to die or be injured because of our deal..."

Glasya-Labolas grinned impishly. He could sense Sergio's hatred and fear in him, his misanthropy after constant rejection, and saw a little of himself in it.

"Oh, no bloodshed? How dull for me. If you've never tried it, killing humans can be such a rush, especially those that have hurt you so. Are you sure I cannot persuade you?"

Sergio looked down nervously, keeping his mouth shut. Angry though he was, he wanted no part in a massacre.

"Fine. There are other entertainments I can have with you. Anyone you wish to love you will do so fully, devoting themselves to you and your happiness for as long as you wish. And what shall I have in return, mmm?"

The frightened youth breathed in and opened his mouth to speak, but before he uttered a word, Glasya-Labolas interjected.

"Your soul is hell-bound already, as it was destined to be from the beginning. Your body, on the other hand, I could play with for a time; it has been ages since I've spent more than a few hours in one, and they've always killed themselves soon after. I'll honor our bargain not to kill or injure, or to cause you to, but I would like to use your senses and your mind, from time to time. I promise, the result for you will be the highest pleasure. Is this acceptable to you."

Sergio thought it over briefly; he would get what he wanted, without any harm to others, and while having a demonic presence was unpredictable, the demon's terms seemed relatively benign. He nodded timidly to the winged dog.

"Brilliant. There is one more formality, to seal the pact. Have you ever heard of osculum infame? It was claimed, in centuries past, to be Satan's greeting to witches, a show of loyalty and esteem between servant and master. In truth, it was never Lucifer's habit to deal with witches directly, relying on his numerous underlings to instead take his guise and deal with their more routine requests. I have not been able to do this in centuries, and given your request, I think it an appropriate gesture. You will have to come to the edge of the circle, but I promise no harm will come to you."

Glasya-Labolas turned his back to the young man and lifted his tail, revealing a golden, faintly glowing orifice. He extended his wing upward and looked back at the young man smirking devilishly.

"Kiss me under the tail, and our compact will be affirmed. Or, if this is too much to ask, I can simply leave. The choice is yours."

At first, the young man was disgusted by the proposition. But he considered it rationally; this was a demon, and did not eat, so it would not be as distasteful as he first thought. And he did remember old accounts of witch trials in which this greeting was mentioned by both witnesses and experts on witchcraft. Also, there was something oddly attractive about the demon's other mouth. He stepped forward out of his protective circle, confident that the sign surrounding the demon would be enough. At he got closer, he noticed that the demon's scent had changed; it was more aromatic now, like a baked chicken dinner prepared with rosemary. The scent seemed to be coming from the glowing pseudo-anus of Glasya-Labolas. Swallowing, he moved his lips closer and touched them below his tail.

A whirling wind picked up the dust surrounding the pair, as Sergio gasped in shock and touched the orifice with the tip of his tongue. It was pleasantly warm and metallic, with an aftertaste of rosemary. He found that liked the flavor and began to lap at it, pressing his face against it as Glasya-Labolas growled in appreciation. The winds swirling around them grew faster, as Glasya-Labolas glowed more brightly in the sunlight. Then in a flash, the wind halted, the dirt around them fell to the ground, and the demon had disappeared, leaving the young man kneeling alone in the woods with his tongue in the open air, his sigils faintly visible on the ground below him. Had the creature been a hallucination? In any case, he packed his things quickly and left the woods to head for his car.

No sooner had he reached his car than his phone buzzed in his pocket. It was a text from an attractive blonde woman named Samantha, a friend of a friend who had shot him down a few months back, saying she saw him just as a friend. The text read as follows:

"Heyyyy... Just realized I haven't talked to you in sooooo long lol. Sooo I'm free tonight. I can show you my new painting. In my bedroom ;D. I'll send the address soon. See you soon!!! <3 <3 <3."

She had never reached out to him before, and the timing was hard to write off as coincidence. No girl had ever even given him a second glance before, and this one in particular had been a tease to him for years. As Sergio wondered about it, he received the address, which happened to be within five minutes' drive. He decided that he should take a chance. Maybe Glasya-Labolas was already working for him.

He arrived at Samantha's colonial farmhouse with a bottle of white wine and received a warm, close hug in thanks. She ushered him inside to a set table; lamb chops with a garlic, salt, and rosemary rub, with wild rice and butternut squash. At their feet and sniffing around for scraps was a German Shepherd Labrador mix she called Scooby. She mostly ignored the dog, giving it a stray pat here and there, but focused entirely on Sergio. For whatever reason, he found the dog fascinating; its movements, its tail wagging behind it, its whines for food and attention. Sergio kept a hand on his flank for the duration of the meal while Samantha talked a mile a minute, anxious to please him. She occasionally let him get out a word about his life before launching into a tangent of her own. Sergio felt bewildered at the sudden attention, and yet somehow always knew the right thing to say to make her laugh and flirt back with him.

As she spoke endlessly about whatever subject, a voice kept interrupting in the back of his head, pointing out her flaws; her "antique auctioning" was probably just scavenging for junk to sell on eBay, her paintings were ordinary landscapes of the sort you would find in a bed and breakfast, and her desperate need to show him a good time was an insecurity, and a weakness in her. The same voice was feeding him responses, and it seemed to know her better than he himself did. It was a deep, wild voice, the voice of Glasya-Labolas, showing him how to woo her. From the glint in her eye and the warm touches on his hands, it was working.

They moved up to her bedroom in a rush; they were on her bed and furiously making out before he had time to think. His hands moved automatically over her body, gently guiding both of them out of their clothes and into each other's embrace. Soon, Sergio found that they were both nude, Samantha facing away from him on all fours, her pussy wet and glistening behind her. She looked back at him, her long, blonde hair falling in her face, and whined in need. He was rock hard and throbbing, but the sight of her presented so enticingly for him made him want a taste before taking her. He lowered his face to her pussy and dove in, voraciously lapping at its slick juices. He could hear her moaning in pleasure, though her thighs gripping on the sides of his head muffled the sound of it. Nothing, however, could muffle her screams of pleasure from the first orgasm, and even a deaf man could taste the difference as she shuddered in ecstasy. He immediately moved forward and, in one fluid motion, grasped her perky breasts and penetrated her still quivering hole. His pumping was almost mechanical in its regularity, but so forceful that it felt like a persistent orgasm to her. She began muttering incoherently, delirious in her euphoria, until at last she had her second full orgasm and collapsed forward, dead to the world. As she went limp, Sergio came deep inside of her, spurt after spurt emptying him completely of tension and desire. He barely had the energy to pull out and fall to her side before passing out himself.

Two hours later, Sergio and Samantha were still sound asleep, recovering from a fantastic day. But Sergio's demonic passenger had decided to have some fun after giving both of his supplicants what they had sought him for. Of course, Samantha could not have known that he would be the spirit who answered her call when she prayed to the spirits of the land for guidance and purpose six months earlier; he just happened to have dominion there. Without being named, however, he was limited in his influence, providing her with visions and vague divinations to lead her to "selfless love and inner peace." She adopted her dogs soon after that, seemingly of her own free will, and grew to see them as her family. Sergio's summoning had opened up an opportunity to use them for some entertainment, now that he had a more definite form and purpose.

So it was that Sergio's eyes opened and his chest rose from the mattress, while his mind still slept. Glasya-Labolas had a body, and was determined to use it to remake his people in his image. He carefully got up from the bed and made his way out of the room and down the stairs. Daisy's door was still shut, and her room was silent as he passed into the living room. Scooby was curled up on a thin cushion, twitching as he dreamt. He lightly touched Scooby's side to wake him; Scooby wagged his tail on the cushion in response. He sensed the change in Sergio's body and scent, but only knew that he felt more familiar than before. Glasya-Labolas knew him as kin, and wished to greet him as such; he rustled Scooby's fur and teased him awake until he stood up, then approached on Sergio's hands and knees behind him and sniffed under his tail. The scent was meaty and spicy, with a hint of rosemary, as he liked. He then grazed his borrowed tongue over Scooby's hole, swrling it around and then inside to get a better insight. Scooby was surprised by this, but soon felt elated and powerful as Glasya-Labolas imprinted him with a little of his spirit. Scooby's eyes glowed faintly in a golden hue, but otherwise looked no different. In his mind, however, Scooby felt the presence of his spirit, showing him what could be his if he merely trusted and obeyed him.

Glasya-Labolas was confident in his hold over the dog, and stood in Sergio's body to lead Scooby to his former owner's room. Her ass was in the air much as it had been two hours before, looking vulnerable and alluring. He pointed to a spot on the mattress next to her head, and Scooby climbed up to it and began sniffing at her head and face. When he licked her forehead and closed eyes, Samantha stirred and sleepily opened them.

"Scooby... hey, sweetie... what time is it?"

"For you, sunshine, it's a bright new dawn. Time for you to awaken."

The voice came from behind her, and she recognized it as Sergio's, but there was something different about it. More self-assured, more in control, than it had been last night. She looked up at Scooby's panting maw as the voice continued.

"You asked for me some months ago, after your boyfriend cheated you and left you for another. You asked for peace of mind, and an understanding partner who would love you for who you are. And I have come to grant your wish."

Samantha lifted her torso from the bed and turned to face Sergio with a questioning look.

"Sergio, how could you have known about that? I never told you I dabbled in white magic."

"Half right. You never told Sergio anything before tonight, but you did speak to me. I am merely using his body to talk to you directly. Much easier to understand than half-remembered dreams. But you don't need to understand how or why. I will give you all you asked for, with the assistance of this mongrel you have taken in. At least give him the courtesy of your attention while we talk; he has worried about you so."

Had Sergio been less deliberate and calm in his speech, Samantha might have assumed he was insane or drugged, But something in his commanding nature, something familiar from half-remembered dreams, compelled her to obey. She turned back to Scooby, looking into his eyes and noticing their golden glow for the first time..

"He has been so patient with you, ready to serve as protector and companion for nothing but food and affection. All out of unconditional love for you. And he is eager for you to accept him fully as your best friend. But you must meet him on his level to truly bond with him. Greet him as a dog might, and you will learn exactly how he feels about you."

Scooby turned away, lifting his tail to reveal his hole. Samantha moved closer out of curiosity, feeling the heat radiating from it as it, too, glowed softly in the darkness. She inhaled, tentatively, and felt the warmth flow through her nostrils. The scent was difficult to describe, metallic but also familiar and comforting. She sensed his love and good nature in it, and wanted to know more. Moving her dainty hands to his sides, she pulled herself closer to breathe in the scent more deeply.

"Good, girl. You know he would never hurt you, and that he loves you more than anything else on Earth. There is so much more to it, however. Perhaps you can sense the rest by taste."

Scooby's ass smelled of mild spices and incense, and Samantha was enthralled with it. She stuck her tongue out to lick at his anus, and found it a more intense, more pleasurable sensation than the smell had been by a hundredfold. She could feel the trust and blind devotion coming from him, and wanted more than anything to share in it.

"That's it, my dear. Go deeper, and find that place where you know him and trust him completely. Let your worries and woes be consumed by its light, until all that is left is his love and his longing to please."

Samantha was beginning to understand, to let go of her anxiety and her need to be impressive or important. Love was all that mattered, and Scooby loved her very much.

"Soon, you'll have no worries. No thoughts of anything but pleasure and service. Like Scooby. A perfect match for him. Simplicity itself. Accept it, and find your happiness."

As Samantha's licks grew in fervor and passion, everything but Scooby and the voice began to fade from her mind. Memories of past failures and disappointments, misgivings about the future, facts and figures that had done nothing for her happiness. Even her reason and her self-image were finally erased, replaced with perfect, selfless love for Scooby and for the voice. She whined in a high register, thanking her mate for making her so happy and free. She finally broke the kiss and faced Glasya-Labolas, panting with wide mouth and wide eyes alongside Scooby, both of them full of adoration for their master. He smiled cordially down at them; though it was more difficult, it was ultimately more satisfying to destroy one's humanity than to kill them outright.

"Perfect, my dear. Scooby, she is yours to use as you wish. Reward her for her devotion."

Scooby turned quickly toward Samantha and began to lick her mouth, kisses ardently returned by Samantha. He tasted himself on her tongue and lips as her hands scratched him behind the ears with her smooth, manicured nails. The dog slowly and forcefully pushed his mate forward onto her back, looming above her as they continued their kiss. Samantha lifted her hips off the mattress and wrapped her legs around Scooby's back, reaching with one hand toward his sheath and massaging it to reveal his tapered cock. She licked her lips in delight, but wanted to be as close to her beau as possible. She held her hips in place and guided his red rocket in front of to her warm, moist pussy, close enough to feel the heat coming from it. His red rocket acted as a heat-seeking missile, locking onto its target and burying itself deep into the open canyon. The high whines from his lover's mouth confirmed a direct hit, opening the way to additional strikes. Scooby pounded into her again and again, jostling her body in rhythm with his blitz. Samantha's eyes rolled back into her head as her primal urges took over and she pushed back against him with equal strength. She panted hoarsely in raw bliss as they worked together for his pleasure. As his knot blew up inside of her, she at last found words to match her frenzied passion.

"Scooby... Master... Thank you... I'm yours... forever... oh yes... Master!"

Samantha's orgasm roared through her, the shockwaves shaking her body and soul with such intensity that she felt like she was disintegrating. Her thoughts were gone, replaced with pure energy and noise at random. Her trembling body soon drove Scooby to his orgasm, pouring his seed into her womb and deepening his kinship with her. His knot was stuck inside her, leaving the two staring into each other's eyes, marveling at each other and wishing the moment could last as long as it took to understand one another completely. Some minutes later, the moment passed, and his cock receded, allowing to pull away with a soft pop and clean himself before curling up beside her. Samantha snuggled him like a teddy bear, kissed him on the forehead, and drifted off to sleep in seconds. Satisfied with his night's work, Glasya-Labolas laid down Sergio's body on the bed beside Scooby and let it rest at last.

When Sergio woke up the next morning, the sun was shining through the curtains at the head of the bed. He stretched his arms over his head and yawned, refreshed by a good night's sleep. He turned to his side to see how Samantha was doing, only to find Scooby lying in her place. He was surprised that Samantha gotten up without waking him; usually, he was a light sleeper. He could hear something sizzling downstairs and guessed that she was cooking breakfast for them. In the meantime, he could stay in bed with Scooby; he laid a hand on his head and scratched it tenderly. He opened his eyes and looked back at Sergio, his tail wagging against the bed in strong thuds. Sergio saw something different in the dog today, something more noble and attractive than before. His eyes shone in the filtered sunbeams. Sergio moved himself closer to Scooby's face, smelling the dog's hot breath on his face. He placed a hand behind his head, then drew close and, unthinkingly, opened his mouth for a kiss.

The moment their lips touched, Sergio felt a rush of raw pleasure from both within himself and from Scooby. The connection between was the same as with Samantha, but without the pretense of civility to be stripped away. His body once again acted of its own accord, even though some small part of him wondered where this sudden bestial lust had come from. He reached down to Scooby's sheath, feeling the hard, expanded bulge within as it throbbed and dripped precum on his fingers. He gathered a little in his palm and rubbed onto his own cock, mixing it with his own pre. As if reading his intentions, or rather his body's, Scooby turned away from him and bowed, looking back playfully with pleading eyes and whimpering softly. Sergio lined himself up with his waiting inamorato and pressed gently into him, the warmth and roughness of his ass a novel stimulation.

The thrill was intense as Sergio pumped away at his canine companion. Yet something within him kept him going, drilling more deeply into a fleshy wall near Scooby's cock while remaining just at the edge of orgasm. Scooby panted heavily, rutting back like a bitch in heat as the pressure built within him. Their rhythm grew faster and more forceful until Scooby could take no more and exploded, cumming in a splatter on the sheets below them. Sergio came immediately afterwards, blasting the inside of Scooby with thick ropes of semen. The two stood for a moment, savoring their connection, before Sergio pulled out and sat on the bed trembling with exhaustion and confusion. He had loved every second, as had Scooby, but why had he felt the urge to fuck Scooby in the first place?

"Oh, come, now. That should be obvious enough, even to you. But let me remind you."

The voice of Glasya-Labolas resonated in Sergio's mind, and the image of their pact came up in perfect clarity. Sergio looked over to Scooby, who was cleaning himself, and felt a sudden, uncontrollable urge to help. He crawled over and stuck his mouth on top of Scooby's ass, their tongues slapping each other in competition to taste his work. He tasted the familiar rosemary and metal, as well as a little salt and alkaline taste, presumably his own. Sergio recalled that he should be disgusted, but felt nothing but adoration and lust. Since the voice had answered his question, he asked another; what did this have to do with getting people to love him?

"We never discussed people. You asked for love and respect, and I gave them to you. But humanity is hardly the only source for love, nor even the best, And you are still free to pursue your desires, and have me to guide you through them. I have merely expanded their scope, to make it interesting."

The confused man and his partner finished their cleaning, licking their lips. As they looked into each other's eyes again, they heard a call from the kitchen below.

"Breakfast is ready! Come and get it!"

Sergio felt a sudden panic as he realized his dilemma, torn as he was between a woman and her dog. Scooby rushed out of the room and down the stairs to the kitchen, while Sergio hurried to put on his boxer shorts and walked downstairs nervously. Samantha was setting the table with scrambled eggs and bacon, wearing an apron. Only when she turned away from the table to give Scooby attention did he realize that she wasn't wearing anything else.

"Morning! Err... any special reason you're not wearing pants?"

She giggled with a hand to her mouth, as if he'd asked whether the sun was out today.

"Well, it's more natural, master. Freer. You taught me that."

Sergio was taken aback by her response. She seemed a lot more relaxed than she had been the previous day.

"Master?"

"Oh... right. He spoke through you last night, Sergio. He showed me how to be happy and free with Scooby. Don't worry, I still love you, too, but Scooby and I really connected last night, and it's all thanks to you. I know my master's in there with you."

"You and Scooby? Oh... I guess you should know that he and I just had sex. It wasn't really me as much as this... spirit... inside of me. I hope you can forgive me."

Samantha smiled mischievously and scratched behind Scooby's ears.

"Oh, there's nothing to forgive. You're our master, and can do what you want with us. Now sit and eat before it gets cold."

Samantha took a spot at the table and took a plate from her right, placing it on the floor for Scooby. Sergio sat on the opposite side, eating the simple breakfast. This meal was shared in silence, but unlike last night's dinner, it was comfortable and familiar. There was nothing to say, nothing that could improve the taste of the meal and the beauty of the friends he shared it with. When they finished, Samantha took the dishes and started cleaning them, giving Scooby the job of rinsing off the last remnants of food. Sergio looked at his phone to get the time. He realized that he had changed Samantha's life, and felt responsible. But he had his own life to return to, one which his new abilities could not help but affect. He told Samantha to keep in touch, gave her and Scooby warm goodbyes with long, deep kisses, and drove off to his apartment, the voice of Glasya-Labolas cackling with glee. It told him only one thing on the trip home.

"You are an engrossing host, aren't you? But we've only just begun. Your ancestor's record was a dozen members of half a dozen species. I hope you fare better than he did."