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Amon and Ortun turned to face the voice that had addressed them. While Amon had already cloaked himself and Ortun's aura pulsed around him, they did not see who was there until Dylann nodded toward the entrance. As if responding directly to him, something lifted from the ground and began to grow. It was not quite a transformation, so much as it was the permission to appear in another form.

"Thank you for that," Davin said, appearing as his bull-lion form but with a strong, powerful tail. The scales were a glossy mix of various colors, giving off the impression of ice and liquid. The upper half was much the same save for the odd fin here and there, though the lion and bull features were mixed as they usually were. Even so, his growth stopped until he was merely a head taller than the normal subjects of Dylann's realm, meaning he was still much smaller than the others present.

"We were just talking about you," Dylann said, his eyes focusing on their visitor. "To think you could sneak up on me in my own realm, well..."

"It wasn't hard," Davin chuckled. "But you forget that we can enter each others' realms without notice. Otherwise how would you ever come see me? But do not fault your servants. I chose to walk here."

"...That is a very long walk," Dylann said, stunned. "Especially underwater."

"It was a bit boring at times, but I didn't mind so much. There is much to see on the way here, and I thought it'd be rude if I didn't take some time to look at all you had done. Besides, I'm on my break. Ah, and you really did take Mark, didn't you? I can sense his arousal nearby..."

"Sorry, my lord," Amon said, shaking his head as he grew more visible. "Just looking upon him is filling me with desires... shall I take my leave?"

"You do not need to feel shame for what is natural," Dylann said, causing Davin to nod in agreement. "So long as it does not rule over you."

"Speaking of ruling, brother, I had no idea you wished to make my employees your subjects. I assume it's temporary? I have to say, you've really outdone yourself this time with their forms. Though when it comes to new forms, I sense a mortal soul within you... Rick's, is it?"

"You can tell that much?" Dylann asked, to which Davin shook his head.

"No. But I am not blind, brother. That one is obviously Seth, and I already confirmed where Mark was. If not one of your other subjects, then the only one who could have merged with you is Rick. Though let's be honest... subtlety is not really your strong point. Four arms and four eyes? Really?"

"Show some respect, Davin," growled Ortun, though a gesture from Dylann caused him to lower his hands and stop channeling his magic. "But my lord, he insults your honor."

"He is a friend, Ortun," Dylann said, though even that statement was filled with hesitation. "Aren't we, Davin?"

"That depends on what happens next," Davin said, swimming boldly up to the king. He stopped only just short of his face, looking directly into his eyes. "I didn't hear everything you were talking about, but I believe I'm beginning to understand what must have happened when you didn't come back after several hours. Especially when I went out for a smoke and Mark wasn't back from his break yet. It's not like him to just leave... did you kidnap him?"

"No, he didn't," Amon answered, brushing against Davin as he passed him by. The merlion felt a thrill run up his spine as he made contact, though he had more than enough discipline not to give in to the feeling. "We want to be here. Don't you?"

When Davin turned to ask what he meant exactly by that, his eyes fell upon Amon's exposed cock. The red glow of the spells began filling his eyes and thoughts with nothing but that large tool, and without any resistance Davin swam with Amon as he was drawn closer and closer to what he wanted. Yet as soon as he was about to reach him, Amon laughed and swam just a bit further away as he kept just out of reach.

"Can't resist me, can you Davin?" Amon teased, looking sultrily at the elder daemon swimming after him as they both left the throne room. Davin merely looked back with an intense expression of lust, his eyes slightly glazed over. Amon found it highly arousing, somehow feeling himself grow even harder than before. Focusing, he put aside his sudden desires as he lured the elder daemon through the passageways and out of the palace.

"Come here, let me taste you," panted Davin, following him into a field of red plant-life. One moment he was staring at the delicious morsel Amon was presenting him with, and the next he was gone. Looking around, he seemed both desperate and confused as he searched for the merlion.

"You know, there is pleasure in service to another," Amon's voice said, seeming to come from all around him. "I'm sure you know that, Davin..."

"Believe me, I know," Davin said, laughing. "I've been on both ends of that. Sometimes at the same time..."

"But don't you tire of that? Rutting around, always seeking instant gratification? There is so much more to life than the pursuit of lust, isn't there?"

"I know that. You know I do, Mark," Davin said, suddenly pulling aside some red kelp-like structure. Nothing there. "Have you forgotten so much already?"

"If you know that, then why are you chasing after me?" Amon asked, purring somewhere near his own ear. It sent a shiver down his neck and spine, though when he turned toward the sound there was nothing but more ocean. "Your desires control you, otherwise this simple temptation would not lead you so far away from your goals..."

"You are the one tempting me. But you would make an excellent lust daemon, I have to say," Davin replied, shrugging. "I know better than to judge. Still, what do you hope to achieve here, exactly?"

"Why, to keep you from my lord, of course," Amon said, as if it were obvious. "Even so, it is rather fun, don't you think? This dance of ours."

"You have excellent control. I can barely sense you now," complimented Davin. "But I could show you so much more pleasure, if you'd only just come to me. And for me."

"Who's tempting who now? But I'll pass," Amon said, just as a touch brushed against one of Davin's shoulders. "I would have thought you'd put up more resistance, though, being an elder and all..."

"Who says I want to resist you?" Davin asked, squeezing his own cock with a free hand. "You're even sexier than before, Mark. I could show you what it means to serve that magnificent tool of yours..."

"Well you always could use that mouth of yours... but still, I must decline again," Amon said. "But have you ever thought of denial instead? To think with something other than that piece of yours for a while?"

"I have thought about it more than a few times," Davin admitted. "Who wouldn't? Well, perhaps I know a few who wouldn't... but you're trying to get me to serve Temperance, aren't you?"

"Is it really such a bad idea?" Amon asked. "It is not like we are without pleasure, here. We have our needs, wants and desires like any other mortals. Wouldn't it be good to just let go for a while?"

"It... might... be..." Davin said, slumping slightly as he felt himself growing more tired. A flash of red here, a glimpse of a smile there... he had stopped looking around so hard. He found he could see Amon more and more if he just stood still and stared. "I know what you're doing. It's hot..."

"Just let him in," Amon whispered. "Who knows? You might even enjoy yourself."

"I might, yes..." Davin sighed. "He is very powerful now, isn't he? A mortal soul will do that, especially one given willingly..."

"What happens when an elder daemon submits to another, by the way? I've always been curious..." Amon said, planting the idea in Davin's head simply by asking. "Though if you don't want to answer that, I understand."

"Our aspect changes to match theirs, and we give them access to our power as well. Assuming we submit permanently, that is..." Davin said, his chin resting on his chest as he closed his eyes. He felt himself being moved around, something being tied around his arms as he was suspended just above the ocean floor as he lazily flapped his tail from time to time. "A temporary arrangement would be fine, if both are willing, but..."

"But what?" Amon said from behind him, teasing his nipples every so often.

"I have often wished Temperance would do this to me," moaned Davin, wriggling slightly in his bonds. "He has always been so strict with his control, however. To think he could make someone like you... I honestly didn't think he had it in him. But I should really bring you all back, for now. This realm has influenced you too long to make a proper decision. Just as it is beginning to affect me..."

"What if we don't want to go back?" Amon asked. "What if we're happy here just as we are?"

"Then I can do nothing," Davin said, enjoying the feeling of being tied up. "Desire is a powerful thing. Who am I to deny you the pleasure of service?"

"Desire is healthy, in moderation," Amon said, spouting one of the many lessons he had learned in his time here. "I have gone years without touching myself because I do not feel the need to, though it would not be wrong to indulge from time to time. But to bask in his presence alone is enough to satisfy my needs, so I serve him faithfully. Have you ever felt that way before, Davin?"

"Only rarely," Davin said. "I was not always Lust, after all. And to bring pleasure to another is still within my domain. I actually prefer it that way."

"I know you know what I am doing, but I really do wish to know something," Amon said, laughing as he took Davin's chin in one hand and lifted it up. Halfway opening his eyes, Davin smiled as he looked into those red glowing eyes. "Don't you want to feel that way again? My lord is willing to show you; all you need to do is say yes."

"...It has been a while since I have humbled myself so," Davin replied, allowing the words to flow from his entranced mind. He could choose to ignore them, of course, but what fun would that have been? Everything about this was exciting to him.

"Then will you...?"

"...Yes, I will," Davin said, sighing as he slumped over. He had been close to orgasm, but now he felt no need to. "On one condition, Temperance."

'And what is that?' he heard the sea-goat say in his mind.

"Separate yourself from Rick, for now. Merging with a mortal is not a choice to be made lightly, for either of you. Do that, and I'll let you have your way with me."

"Zale doesn't wish to be apart from our lord," Amon said, though he felt himself quickly silenced. "Forgive me, lord."

'It is difficult for me to do this,' Dylann said to him, a feeling of reluctance and worry flooding through him. 'But there is wisdom in what you say. Will you promise you will keep your word?'

"I will, so long as you keep yours," Davin chuckled, his cock twitching in time with his heartbeat. "You had better decide soon though, before Mark begins to act on his impulses..."

'Come to me, then,' he heard, as he felt Amon release him from his bindings. Shimmering into view, Amon simply beckoned for Davin to follow as they swam back toward the palace. Smiling, Davin laughed as he playfully followed Amon, the two flirting back and forth along the way.

*******

By the time the two arrived back in the throne room, Davin could see a new merlion floating to the side of Dylann's original form laying in a smaller throne. The navy blue eyes looked tired, though a smile was on his face all the same.

"So that is what he looks like, hm?" Davin asked, admiring Zale's features. "An impressive specimen. How are you feeling now, Dylann?"

"I feel exhausted," Dylann said, frowning. "It took more energy than I wanted it to, due to how long we were merged for. It is always an intense experience, but I believe we both should be fine in an hour or two."

"And how are you feeling, Rick? Or should I say Zale? That is what he calls you now, yes?"

"I am naught but a vessel for... no. No. I am fine. I am Zale," the merlion said, shaking his head as he struggled to think for himself again. "It will take me some time to return to how I was before the merging. Thinking by myself is still quite difficult at the moment."

"You should feel honored to have experienced such a rare thing," Davin said, causing Dylann and Zale to nod in unison. "But a deal is a deal, Dylann. You have gone so long without satisfying your own urges and desires, and I find that I have grown bored of the same old song and dance. Let's help each other out, hm? I will submit to your desires and will..."

"Though only temporarily," Dylann said, finishing Davin's sentence. "Very well. I accept your fealty. You know what to do."

"Yes, my lord," Davin laughed, opening himself to Dylann's influence and power. Gasping, he felt the other daemon reach into the core of his essence and begin filling him with feelings of subservience, humility, restraint... and many other things besides. He had been cheeky before, but as his eyes turned a deep blue he looked upon Dylann with newfound adoration. There wasn't much to change about the elder daemon's physical features, though as the typical aquamarine collar and bracers formed on him he couldn't help but notice everything about him was just a little more pronounced. His muscles were more toned, his cock just a bit bigger, his horns just a bit thicker.

"Davin, elder daemon Lust... how do you feel?"

"I had forgotten what it was like to serve a Virtue," Davin said, his tone reverent. "It has been a long time, Dylann. I serve you once more."

"It is good to have you return to me, even for a while," Dylann sighed, though a smile was on his lips. "To think you would become Lust himself, though... I must say I am impressed. It must have taken a considerable amount of willpower to defeat your predecessor after serving him so long and so eagerly."

"Your lessons helped me," Davin said, bowing his head. "I had meant to defeat him for you, but... well, you know what happened, my lord. I only mention it for their sake."

"Yes, I suppose they wouldn't know," Dylann mused, feeling the confusion ripple from those present. "Davin was once a Temperance daemon. It's not uncommon for opposing daemons to occasionally flit between the aspects, especially ours. But how long do you intend to serve me for Davin, while we are on the subject?"

"I cannot say," Davin said, conflicted. "I still have a bar to run... though I will worry about that later. I have enough staff on hand for tonight, and they know not to use the transformatives without my supervision. How long has it been for Zale and the others in your realm? I forget the exact difference between here and Earth."

"If I may, my lord?" Ortun said, opening his book. Waiting for approval, he nodded before scanning through... finding his answer, he looked over to Davin. "I do not have an exact count, but I began recording the years after we had realized nearly a decade had passed. By my count, we have been here for nearly fifteen years or so, give or take for dimensional drift and... I'm rambling. But for Zale, five of those years were spent in glorious harmony with our lord, Dylann."

"The merging, I see," Davin said, crossing his arms. "Well, it has only been a few hours back there. Though you really didn't need to take Mark away without telling me, my lord. I would have lent him to you, especially if I'd known what you intended to turn him into... but... my thoughts wander back to lust again. Sorry, my lord."

"It is a difficult adjustment, to be sure," Dylann said, shaking his head. "Will you allow me to help you further?"

"It is arousing for me to have someone in my mind," Davin warned, shaking his head. "But if it will help, then I will allow it. You know better than I in these matters. At least, I wish to believe that now. I am an elder daemon, though. Be careful."

"I will be fine, so long as you trust me," Dylann said, his eyes glowing as Davin looked into them. Soon, his own eyes began to match the glow as his power coursed through him more intensely than before. "Here in the heart of my power, I am the stronger of us. If you believe that, if you trust my words, then relax and allow me to help you accept your place."

"I do..." Davin said, his voice devoid of any hint of lust or seduction. He could feel him in his mind, yet before he could begin to feel his lust build once more he felt something lock away inside him. His arousal remained unabated, and yet there was a certain level of control now. He had always had more control than most, of course, but this was completely different than what he was used to. Before he knew it, however, he also began to experience other feelings built upon his own. His desires regarding power play and role reversals were changed into something less sexual, turning into loyalty and humility as he gave himself more and more to Dylann's influence. Lost in thoughts, he soon felt a tap on his shoulder.

"...Are you okay, Davin?" Ortun asked, circling him warily. "You're awfully quiet now."

"He will be fine," Amon said, unconcerned. "Do you not remember how you were when you were called to serve our master?"

"It is a powerful feeling," Zale said, after a moment. It was as if he had forgotten to move his own mouth for a moment, though his look of annoyance faded as he finally found his voice. "Give him a moment or two. Our lord is showing him our ways once more."

"He is," Davin sighed, finally speaking once the glow had faded from his eyes. "Thank you for your concerns. Though I regret our lord cannot draw strength from me in the same way as he does with all of you."

"But you have other talents and abilities, and does it not feel good to serve with no ulterior motives of your own for once? I know you enjoy helping others as it is, but you often do so to feed from their desires. Especially the transformed ones."

"To serve, with nothing to gain in return... it does feel good, I admit," Davin said, nodding. "I had forgotten what it was like. Though I will be fed from lusts here and there in the realm, through desires and wants realized from time to time. It is my nature, though if you permit it then I will use my power to further your goals from now on, Dylann."

"I am pleased to hear that," Dylann said, still surprised at how easy this had all been. "You will stay with me, then? You can still leave if you wish, though I would prefer it they got to stay with me in that case."

"I will stay for now. I am on break, after all," Davin said, smiling. "But how may I serve you in the meantime, my lord? It seems you already have one experienced with tempting lust daemons, after all."

"No, it would be best for you to avoid such temptations for now," Dylann said, shaking his head as his trident rested across his lap... well, what passed for a lap for the sea-goat, at least. "Do you have enough energy to fast for a time?"

"I am an elder daemon, my lord," laughed Davin. "I have millennia of stored power to draw from. Or do you not know how I bested the one before me? But I am boasting, my lord. Suffice to say, I will not starve any time soon."

"Good. Then you will learn what it is to be a Temperance daemon once more, though you cannot feed like we do. I believe this is how you may best serve me, for now."

"I... normally would be reluctant, lord," Davin said, though he shook his head to shake off the doubt he was feeling. "But I will do as you say lord. But a small part of me wonders what will happen if..."

"Trust in me, as I have trusted you in the past," Dylann said, reassuring Davin. "Have I ever steered you wrong?"

"No. You have in fact helped me more than once," Davin agreed. "I will learn to be how I once was."

"Then open yourself to me, and the daemons of my realm. We will instruct you," Dylann ordered. "Immerse yourself in this new role, as if you were one of mine completely. If you do then I will not re-merge with Zale unless you allow it. Do you understand?"

"I do understand, my lord," Davin said, his voice humbler than before as he opened his mind fully to the influence of the realm around him. His instincts began screaming at him not to do this, but he ignored them as Dylann's will linked to his own. Feeling a brief surge of magic in his collar and bracers, he realized they were not for show any longer as runes etched into it. He was now completely at Dylann's mercy, though the longer he felt the thrum of their power the less he thought of them as bonds.

"Not that I am ungrateful, but I must ask: why did you submit so readily to me, Davin? I know Amon's ability is powerful, but I am curious as to your reasons."

"I did it to help you and Zale," Davin replied. "I did not wish for you to lose your place as a Virtue by falling to mortal lusts and desires. No offense, Zale."

"None taken. I can feel what you mean, though," Zale said, wide-eyed. "I trusted that my lord would not fall, but my thoughts and his were one while we were together. And I did desire... many things. Even you. But it is all clear now."

"And I did not mean to take it so far," Dylann sighed, regret in his voice. "But what's done is done. I believe you should rest for today, Davin. I have reached into your mind three times now, a feat that would exhaust most lesser daemons. And that is ignoring the fact that you walked from the Maelstrom to my throne room."

"If I may be so bold, my lord, I would request he share my quarters," Amon said, placing a hand upon Davin's shoulder. "Not counting yourself, I know him best. And while it may seem like bragging to most, I know for certain I have the most self-control of all your seconds."

"Then you will hold each other accountable," Dylann said, causing Amon and Davin to smile at each other. "Though you will need to grow, Davin. A head shorter than Amon, when you can manage it."

"I understand, lord," Davin said, already growing in size. It was as easy as relaxing his own power, now that Dylann had given him permission once more. "I will follow after you, Amon. When you are ready."

"I will show you the sights along the way. Much has changed since you were here last, I imagine," Amon said, smiling at him. He was flirting with him, but it was more innocent this time. Davin couldn't help but feel the same, though he was wary not to dwell too much on certain thoughts.

"I will check in with you later," Dylann said, dismissing Davin. Without another word, Amon and Davin bowed before leaving. Davin could feel his lord's presence in his mind even as he lost sight of him, and he briefly wondered that this must be how his own daemons felt in his realm beyond the bar. Disturbed by his memories of that realm, however, he slowed as Amon was just beginning to show him a window opening out to the gardens below.

"What's wrong?" Amon asked, placing an arm around his shoulders. "Are you okay, boss?"

"I'm not your boss right now," Davin said, shaking his head. "But it's good you remember that about me. Even though you're not sure why you said it, yes?"

"I remember I worked for you. Anything relating to you is clearer than most. Though yes, 'boss' is a strange title for a lord... why did I say it that way?"

"It doesn't matter, really. But perhaps you could teach me how you were able to control yourself so well before?"

"Well, I can try," Amon said, swimming backwards as Davin followed. "The first thing I do every morning is meditate with the rising sun, though I have to swim to the surface a bit earlier than that... and then I..."

As they talked, Davin found it easier to focus on the conversation and less on his own thoughts, though Amon's arm never left his shoulders. The two occasionally would avert their gazes, clearly showing interest without being too obvious about it. When the tour finally came to an end, they were both standing outside Amon's door.

"I do not have a spare bed in here, so I hope you do not mind sharing mine for the time being," Amon said. "Will you be okay with that, or should I send for a servant right away?"

"I should be fine, so long as it's with you," Davin sighed, leaning closer. Being careful with his horns, he rested his head against the merlion's chest. "I'm not all about sex, you know. Even as Lust I sometimes just... cuddled. To enjoy someone's warmth and know that they're there, with me. Desire need not always be so sexual in nature, you see. Just stop me if I start to... well, you'll know."

"Yes, I'm certain I will know," laughed Amon, before opening the door and escorting him inside. His quarters were not nearly as large as Dylann's, but it was large enough to more than accommodate the two of them. Closing the door behind them, they stood there in silence before Amon's face drew closer to Davin's. "May I kiss you?"

"Yes," Davin said, feeling his own heart beat faster. He was no stranger to this, but the feelings he had now were far more pure than he was used to. It felt right, somehow, as their lips met. But as quickly as it started, the kiss ended and Amon was smiling down at him.

"I've always wanted to do it like that," Amon said, and Davin found himself nodding in agreement. "I just never could with how you used to be. I'm happy you're here now, of course, but... well, I want to enjoy this while it lasts."

"Will you miss me, when I leave this place one day?" Davin found himself asking, and Amon looked at him sadly without a word. "...I see. But you can still visit me at the bar, you know?"

"Such a place doesn't appeal to me anymore, Davin," sighed Amon, pulling away as he swam toward the suspended bed. "Even standing outside that place... do you know what I remember? Being cold. Being too proud to ask to come inside as I stood there, shivering. But it is so warm here, and the water so invigorating. I feel like I am home."

"You do seem more comfortable here," Davin said, smiling as he joined him. There was enough space between them, though he still turned away to avoid the temptation. He was surprised when Amon wrapped his arms around him and drew him closer, causing Davin to blush as his cock throbbed.

"Think of serving Dylann. Let the daemons around us lull your desire to sleep," Amon whispered, his own cock against his lower back. "This has always helped me. If you cannot handle this one temptation, then how will you serve our lord?"

"...I understand," panted Davin, though he focused his mind around him. Calming down, he could feel his own breathing synchronizing with Amon's. They lay there for some time, finding comfort in each other.

"It is so peaceful here, isn't it?" Amon asked. "Why leave?"

"Because I have to," Davin said, sighing. "I have responsibilities outside this realm. Though not for a long time, now that I'm here. Don't worry, I'm not leaving any time soon. I've earned a bit of a vacation time from the mortal realms."

"...Tell me more about Earth," Amon asked, curiosity in his voice. "I can't remember it much myself anymore, and I'm sure it will help distract your mind to talk about something else."

At his prompting, Davin began to tell Amon about the world he had forgotten. Sometimes he would feel the merlion tense, as if trying to remember something, but otherwise he listened while Davin talked late into the night.

*******

"You've done very well," Amon said, causing Davin to smile sheepishly as they wandered the palace. "If you keep this up, I might have to ask our lord to change you into a shadowfin like myself..."

"It feels good to hear that," Davin said, trying his best to stick to the shadows. "It's not usually my thing to hide. Magic or fighting, I can do. Stealth though?"

"You're used to using your words instead of your body when it comes to deceit," Amon said, crossing his arms as he floated around Davin. "Though even then, you never really lied. But do not discourage yourself; you're a natural at this. Now try to find me again."

It had been some weeks since Davin had come to stay with them, but Amon was all the happier for it. As he blended with the shadows around the training chamber, he stifled a laugh as he watched Davin begin searching for him. Sure, the daemon could have easily used his power to locate him, but that wasn't the point of the exercise at all. He had passed Ortun's test with flying colors, and Amon had been surprised to find that he could hold his own when it came to Zale's test of strength. This would be the real test for Davin, however.

"Where am I?" Amon asked, his voice echoing through the room. It was specifically designed to be able to throw his voice wherever he wanted. It made it so much more worth it when a potential recruit managed to pass his test, because it meant another shadowfin would join his ranks. While not as numerous as the army, he felt a special connection to those who proved themselves worthy.

"It's so hard to tell," Davin said, though he was clearly concentrating.

"No, not there," Amon laughed, watching Davin point to an empty spot in the room. "Though don't let that stop you. Clear your mind, be one with the shadows. Don't just think: feel."

He watched as Davin closed his eyes, as if listening to some inner voice. Amon was constantly on the move, occasionally brushing past to tease him. As he was about to tap him on the shoulder, however, he felt his cock being grabbed.

"Got you," Davin smiled, letting go immediately. "Though I... uh... didn't mean to grab you there."

"...Mmm, you even surprised me," Amon said, revealing himself. Concentrating, he slowed his heart back down before smiling at Davin. "You pass. It's one thing to find my scouts, but to find me so quickly? Well, you have talent."

"I'm not so sure about that, but thank you sir," Davin said, catching Amon off-guard.

"I'm not your superior yet," Amon said, slightly stammering. "You've yet to choose a role. Besides you're a daemon, and much older than me."

"But it feels right," Davin sighed, embracing him. "This feels right, doesn't it?"

"...It does," Amon said, caressing his cheek as Davin melted in his arms. "Are you enjoying your time here so far?"

"I am," Davin said, allowing himself to be carried as the two swam as one. "I am honored that after so long, our lord is allowing me to choose a role. It only seems like yesterday, and yet..."

"I would be honored if you chose to study under me further, but don't let me influence your decision," Amon said. "I will be with you no matter what you decide..."

"Even if I left?" asked Davin, causing Amon to stop mid-swim.

"...You know how unfair a question that is," Amon sighed, turning his face away from Davin. He clutched him tighter, as if letting go would make him disappear in that moment.

"I'm sorry," Davin said, feeling guilty. "I don't know what came over me. It's been a long time since I thought about that place."

"About Earth? No, you mean that place... what was it? Deviant Delights? You wouldn't stop talking about them for a long time, so when you finally stopped I thought you'd given up on going back there."

"What is waiting for me there, anyway?" Davin said, as if asking himself that question for the first time. "Even if I help people with their desires, is that what's really best for them? Yet I can't stop thinking about it... what should I do?"

"What do you want to do?" Amon asked. Davin grew quiet as he seemed to struggle with something.

"I want..." Davin started saying, grinding his hips against Amon as his voice grew deeper. Taken off guard, Amon could feel his skin pleasantly tingling where Davin touched him. He moaned slightly as Davin smirked up at him. "I want... to taste that body of yours, to feel your tool ins- no. I can't... I can't!" Davin shouted, launching himself away from Amon. Stunned, the merlion tried to swim after him but the daemon was already gone. Fighting off his sudden feelings of lust, he reasserted control over himself before mentally informing Dylann what had happened.

*******

"Why tell me this?" Dylann asked, completely taken aback. "Even when you were my subject the first time, you kept that secret. As all daemons should do."

"You have been good to me these past few years," Davin said, his head bowed before his lord. They were the only two in the throne room, and it was warded so that no one else could hear them. "And the longer I stay here, the less will I have to leave... yet I can't trust myself not to eventually corrupt everyone around me. I..."

"Amon has already informed me what happened," Dylann said. "I know you blame yourself, but did you not flee before giving into your desires? You needn't worry, though. Before you could do any real damage I would send you back to Earth myself. You must have known this, so why tell me your true name?"

"I want you to use it, my lord," Davin said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Years of constant training and influence had caused him to feel almost how he once was, though deep down he knew his true nature was waiting to surface again. "And before you ask, yes. I am certain. I cannot trust myself to be able to fully submit otherwise."

"You need to be certain. Very well, then..."

A crashing force rocked through Davin's very core as Dylann's mouth moved. His next words were as a deafening roar in both his ears and his mind, his command overriding anything else he might have felt down to his very core.

"Yes, my lord!" he found himself shouting, feeling his power ebbing from him. "I abdicate my title!"

"Do you swear loyalty to me? Do you submit fully to my authority?" Dylann's godlike voice rang through him.

"Yes, my lord!" he shouted, feeling his body burning as he felt weaker by the moment. He could almost see the tendrils of power flowing from him and into Dylann, who seemed to look more and more like a god to his eyes with every moment that passed. If he had had knees to kneel with, he would have already fallen to them. Neither of them spoke as the process slowed and finally finished, leaving them both in awe upon its completion.

"You were more powerful than I was..." Dylann said, amazement and fear in his voice. "I would not have stood a chance against you outside this place... and yet you submit to me?"

"...Yes... my lord..." Davin said, completely exhausted. He could only feel a small amount of power within him now, enough to sustain his physical form for a short time. "I am... of Temperance... I..."

He floated there, unable to do so much as move a muscle as his eyes closed. Even just talking was a struggle. Before he realized what was happening, he was being lifted into Dylann's powerful arms. Looking up, he smiled as his lord looked down at him, his eyes glowing brightly as he examined him.

"Yes, you speak the truth," Dylann said, his voice everything to Davin now. "I'm surprised you did not lose your form immediately. Even now you are struggling, aren't you? Don't answer that. Take some of my energy, my servant."

Finding himself unable to even protest, he began feeling some of his power returning as his lord nourished his essence with his own. After a moment or two, he felt his strength returning and his form stabilizing. It was strange, though, being a lesser daemon again. Yet he felt free now, as if his old title had been nothing but a burden to him. He was beginning to feel some of the realm around him as if it was part of him. Like he belonged here, now.

"Feel better?" Dylann asked, tenderness in his voice. "I cannot even begin repaying you for the gifts you have given me... but what of your contracts? Your bar?"

"I deal only in normal and legally-binding contracts, but I'm sure Greed would love to run yet another business," Davin said, smiling in utter bliss. His horns had grown very short, making him almost seem to be a young bull if it were not for his feline features. "I will consider Rick's contract fulfilled as well, so there's no need to worry my lord."

"Are you strong enough to swim on your own?" asked Dylann.

"Yes, thanks to you my lord," Davin said, testing his tail out as Dylann released him. "I can feel them, now. All of them."

"You feel my subjects, yes," Dylann said, nodding. "Is it not wonderful?"

"Their energy flows to you, and through you I am nourished as well. As it once was, and as it should be."

"My lord, are you well?!" shouted Zale as he entered with a contingent of soldiers. "What happened?! We felt a wave of immense energy, and when the wards fell we feared the worst..."

"I am well, Zale. Can you not feel me in your mind?"

"I... yes. Of course I do. Forgive my lack of faith," Zale sighed, relief in his voice. "My fear blinded me to the truth."

"It is frightening, to feel a transfer of power between elder daemons," Davin said, reassuring Zale. "Of which I am no longer."

"You've chosen to stay then?" Amon said, floating from the shadows. How long he had been there was anyone's guess, but soon he was hugging Davin and laughing with joy. "I was so worried when you fled from me."

"I'm sorry, Amon," Davin sighed, kissing Amon on shoulder. "I couldn't risk my nature overcoming you in my weakness. Even with all your lessons, I nearly..."

"But you didn't," Amon whispered, before looking gratefully toward Dylann. "Thank you for saving him, my lord. But what happened exactly?"

"He has fully submitted to me. He gave me his true name," Dylann said, causing Ortun to gasp and drop his book. He had just entered, looking as confused as everyone else as they filtered in behind the soldiers.

"That... is no small thing," Ortun said, shaking his head in bewilderment. "To give a true name is to give one the ability to control you. So I've read... sorry. You don't need me to explain that it's just... I didn't expect you to do that at all, Davin. You of all daemons."

"At least you appreciate the value of it," Davin said, smiling. "Though you'd need to be a daemon to fully understand, that is what it ends up boiling down to in most cases."

"Have you decided on your role? Though I have an idea of what you might be thinking," Dylann said, returning to his throne. "Am I wrong in assuming you will be joining Amon's ranks?"

"No, my lord. If he will have me..." Davin said, bowing his head. "And if it pleases you."

"He would not have trained you if he did not want you in his ranks," Dylann said, smiling as Amon let go of Davin. "But your current form will not suffice for it."

"I see..." Davin said, nearly disappointed. "...Will you change me then? I fear I cannot do so anymore on my own."

"I have something in mind for you," Dylann said, already reaching out with his power. "Can you feel it around you?"

"Yes, my lord." Davin said, already feeling his form shifting to match the image being fed into his mind. "You honor me."

His horns began to grow once more, shifting away from its previous bovine features to more of a goat's as they began to match Dylann's own set. Anything that could have signified him as part bull was replaced entirely by his lion side, save for his eyes; a quick glance and one could tell they were also goat-like. Perhaps if he'd had legs he would have had a goat's lower half, but instead his tail shifted in color from it's strange mix of hues to a soft yet brilliant shade of emerald. Aquamarine patterns matching Amon's formed up and down his body, and the dorsal fin growing from his spine quickly matching his new scale colors. Wherever the lines and scales didn't touch, however, his fur color turned a dark shade of green; the only exception was his mane, which turned a deep blue as it grew even longer, matching Amon's own. His body had not grown, though his muscles had changed into more of a swimmer's build... though he smiled at that thought. Technically everyone here had a 'swimmer's' build, didn't they? He did not mind being smaller than Amon, though.

"I feel whole," Davin's said, his voice surprising him when it sounded just as soothing as Dylann's. It reminded him of the waves lapping on the shore. "What a beautiful form you have gifted me, lord. I am grateful, despite how unworthy I feel."

"Do you know what is special about it yet?" Dylann asked, a smirk on his lips as he watched Davin explore himself.

"I'm not sure, but I feel as if I am deprived of something, somehow..." he sighed, closing his eyes as he thought. Concentrating, he could feel something energizing him, and soon he realized what it was. "...Sunlight. I see. I can photosynthesize?"

"That green color isn't just for show, after all," Dylann chuckled. "While daemons don't eat or sleep, you will never lack for energy so long as you have had enough light during the day."

"And I feel stronger because of it, I see... a fine gift, my lord. I will put it to good use."

Amon floated nearby, cloaked from everyone's sight save for Dylann. And yet, Davin was able to track his every movement as he watched, enraptured by his graceful movements. He realized he was doing the same soon when Ortun's eyes glowed, scanning the area before locating him again.

"Well? Go on you two," Dylann encouraged, dismissing them with a wave. "You have training to do, do you not?"

"Yes, my lord," Amon and Davin said in unison, before playfully swimming from the room, playfully teasing and flitting around each other. Davin soon began to realize just how fun it was to be invisible to most eyes, even plucking a morsel of food from a serving tray and popping it in his mouth before the servant realized it was gone. He felt far more at ease than he had before, beginning to see where Amon got his more carefree attitude from.

"Are we all like this?" he laughed, causing someone nearby to jump at the sound of his voice. "Or is it just us two?"

"Does it matter?" Amon asked, and Davin found himself shaking his head. Somehow, no matter what position he was in, he could sense where he was going and what was in his way, so he closed his eyes as he swam. He supposed it made sense. How would he be able to locate spies and hidden enemies otherwise? Amon and Davin spent the rest of the day half-training, half-playing as they enjoyed each others' company in paradise, their lord watching over them always.

*******

Liam yawned as he stretched, the forms to either side of him stirring in their sleep. Smiling, he took a moment to bask in the memory of last night... who knew these two would be so insatiable? He'd have to hook up with them again sometime soon... maybe after tonight's shift? It was time to go back to work for him; the holidays were likely to get a bit crazy, especially with New Year's Eve around the corner. Liam never really celebrated anything, choosing to live every day for himself. It made him the ideal candidate to work the last week of December, though Davin was always kind enough to give him the week just before the rush to prepare himself mentally.

"Going so soon?" one of the men in his bed said, caressing his thigh as Liam carefully crawled out of bed.

"You know I have work," Liam chuckled, leaning in for a quick peck on the cheek. Searching for a shirt that was clean enough, he quickly pulled it on as he began searching for the rest of his clothing. "You can both see yourself out can't you? Though I really enjoyed last night, so we should definitely do this again soon. Help yourself to breakfast before you go, and say goodbye to your brother for me."

"I will..." the man said, rolling over and snuggling with his identical twin. It had been a very wild night, indeed.

Eventually, Liam had managed to get dressed and leave without disturbing his guests further. He had briefly considered a shower, but figured it would be fine for now. Hardly anyone showed up during the afternoon, save for a few regulars. He could always use one of the showers in the backrooms if he needed to, though. He was sure the boys wouldn't mind seeing him naked again.

When he finally arrived at the alley, he pulled a set of keys from his coat pocket and unlocked the door. He had a few things to take care of before he could open for business, but it was no big deal. Davin had made strange requests of him before, some far kinkier than this. Just check in with him in his office before opening the bar, right? Easy.

As soon as he crossed through the hallway into the bar properly, he could feel the rush of latent energy feeding him immediately. Strange. There was more than usual, this time. He only took what he needed before making a note to store the rest, the bar's nature allowing it to linger and soak into its surroundings. It wasn't quite a proper daemonic realm, but it was just outside of Earth enough to let the magic happen, as it were.

"Two steps to the left, and you'll meet the devil, hm?" he asked himself, a phrase he had often heard. Who knows who had started it or why, but he knew it referred to daemons who made deals with mortals, usually by stumbling into their realms by mistake. He was in a good mood though, if he was letting his mind wander like that. When he got to the office upstairs, he turned the handle and was surprised to meet resistance. Why was it locked, if he was supposed to meet Davin here? Maybe he was early... but no. He'd been very clear on the time. Checking his watch again to be sure, he sighed before unlocking the door with his keys. Entering the office, his eyes roamed the room until they landed on the note atop his desk. Taking a moment to scan it, he realized it was clearly addressed to him. As he read, he felt his good mood quickly dissipate as he realized what he was going to have to do.

"...Dammit Davin, not again," he grumbled, rolling his eyes as he crumpled up the note. Picking up the receiver to the phone, he hit the number six and waited for the phone on the other end to pick up. The significance of the number wasn't lost on Liam, though it was purely a coincidence that he had the other six elder daemons on speed dial.

"What do you want, Davin? Be quick about it," a gruff voice commanded, clearly not happy.

"Hello sir, this is Liam Theodoric and I'm calling at Davin's request. We need to talk," Liam began, nervously recounting what he'd just read to the elder daemon on the other line. When he finished, he bit his tongue while he waited for a response.

"...Mr. Theodoric, I need you to check something for me," the other voice said, not even hinting that he had any other choice. This was someone who expected things to be done his way, or else. "You'll need to enter his real office, though. Do you know how?"

"Yes, sir. I have the only other key," Liam said, sweating. "What do you need me to check, exactly?"

"Just enter, and call me back. I need to be certain of something."

"...Okay... I will do that, sir," Liam said, still confused. He knew better than to question Pride, however. If he said to do something, it was usually for a good reason even if he didn't deign to dignify him with a reason as to why. Hanging up the phone, he flipped through the keys on his key ring until he found a particularly dull looking one. Wrapping his lips around it, he licked the length as he pulled it slowly out of his mouth, moaning at the taste of latex as it changed its very nature. He knew it would work, even as he left the office and closed the door. Placing the key into the keyhole, he gave it a sharp twist and opened the door again.

The bar was much the same, save for the haze of lust permeating the very air itself. It was designed to be a duplicate of the one closer to Earth, after all... but if Deviant Delights was a place to escape judgment from the world and indulge in one's desires, then this place was paradise compared to that. All manner of fetishes and gear could be indulged in, and the alcohol was always a surprise. Only the most celibate could ever hope to resist, and even then some still fell to its temptations. Luckily no one could accidentally find their way here on their own. Closing the door, he crossed over to the desk and picked up the phone again, though this one consisted of some kind of rubber that made his head swim with desire.

"I'm here, sir," he said, once Pride had picked up on his end. "Now what?"

"Are you sitting in his chair? If not, do so now."

"But sir... it's his chair..."

"Do it, boy. I won't tell you a third time."

"Yes sir," moaned Liam, the elder exploiting one of his obvious kinks. Not to mention he was a sucker for a man with authority. Making sure the cord didn't snag on anything - because of course Davin hadn't invested in a cordless phone - he carefully made his way to the chair before hesitantly taking a seat. Something inside him seemed to switch on, causing him to grip both the phone and chair tightly as he bit his lip. Letting out a lusty moan, he immediately came in his pants as the rush became too much for him. He hadn't even realized he'd been hard...

"How do you feel?" Pride asked, still on the phone. "I take it something happened."

"...Yes, it did. Like you knew it would. It's strange... I want to keep calling you 'sir' but somehow I know we're equals now, Pride. Thank you."

"Don't thank me, ugh," Pride said, clearly disgusted. "That's my one rule and you know it, Lust."

"I suppose that is my title now, isn't it? I'd apologize but I think you hate that more than being thanked... alright. What do we do now, though?"

"You? Just run the bar like normal," Pride commanded. "I have some preparations to make, and it's not like Davin's going anywhere. He has a huge submission kink that he indulges from time to time, but if he's gone over to Temperance then he's probably in over his head. Again."

"Not that I'm going to abandon him either, but why bother? He's clearly made his choice."

"No offense to you, Liam... but I quite like Davin. He's been the best damn Lust in centuries," Pride scoffed, as if it were obvious. "Besides, I owe him a favor. If I save his ass, then that'll make us even. Oh, and don't tell anyone I said that, either."

"I wouldn't dream of it..." chuckled Liam, feeling his cock stirring again. "I'll leave it to you, then. Don't disappoint me, now."

"Who do you think you're talking to, here?" Pride laughed, his confidence infectious even through the phone. "I'll talk to you later, Liam. You have a busy day ahead of you."

Not even waiting for him to answer, Pride hung up from his end which prompted Liam to do the same. Brushing a hand through his spiked hair, he smiled as he basked in the power he now had access to. What he'd experienced before was a mere trickle compared to the rush of energy flowing into him now. So many mortals that had given into their desires and stayed here... he could feel each and every one of them as they granted him their energy from their endless pleasure. Shaking himself from his stupor eventually, he rose from his chair - yes, HIS chair now - and walked over to the wardrobe nearby. Honestly, this place was more of a bedroom than an office, but it was still the heart of power for Lust. He had to act like it, now; picking out a suit that was more casual but still screamed 'I'm in charge here now', he laid it down on the bed as he burned off his old clothes with one snap of his fingers. He wouldn't need those anymore, though he definitely needed a shower now. Walking through the bathroom door that definitely didn't exist in Earth's version of the office, he admired himself in the mirror as he made a mental note to make some changes to his form later. Stepping into the shower, he moaned as the water seemed to hit him in all the right spots, nothing but pleasure stimulating him as the hot water ran over his aching muscles. Letting some of it hit his tongue, he was rewarded with a burst of energy as the taste of musk filled his mouth.

"This is so much better than my place," he chuckled, remembering his apartment. "Then again, this IS my place now, isn't it? Liam Theodoric, elder daemon Lust... who knew I was powerful enough to inherit that title?"

As he bathed in the lust-tinged water, he allowed his mind to wander over ideas and fantasies that popped into his head. Even if he'd only had a short amount of time to open the bar, he could spend years here without worrying about it. Not that he would, of course. He had far too much to do, and he hadn't even started yet.