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Lucian rolled his eyes, waiting for Seth to get his bearings. There were so many things he could say about him, but the only reason he held his tongue was because of where they were. The gardens of Prudentia, one of his favorite realms. He took the time to instead check his nails, or to enjoy the smells and sounds around them before Seth finally straightened and steadied himself.

"Fuck, I..."

"Hold your tongue," Lucian hissed. Despite his human form, the larger wolf anthro still found himself snapping his jaw shut. "We don't swear here. She doesn't like it, and I'm not about to insult her especially when she decided to see us on such short notice. You should feel honored to even be here, mortal."

"Where is... here?" Seth asked, following Lucian as he walked ahead without waiting. "It's beautiful."

"Isn't it, though?" Lucian said, smiling. "But hurry. We mustn't keep her waiting. This is YOUR audience, remember?"

"Oh, right," Seth said, still getting his bearings as he plodded behind him. Hmph. What a clumsy mortal, stomping around in those boots on the stone path they followed. But still... he had that spark. Even if he didn't turn into a Pride daemon, Lucian was confident he'd at least have what it takes. It was several minutes of silence as they navigated the paths and garden plots, but as they rounded the corner past a large topiary of himself - nice touch, that - Lucian smiled at the sight of Liam at the table.

"Hm? Why are you here, Lucian?" Liam asked, curious.

"Same as you," Lucian said, taking his seat. "You should really be asking him that question."

"...Seth? Is that you?" Liam asked, eyes widening in surprise. "What happened to you?"

"Doesn't matter," Seth grumbled, eyeing Liam with irritation. Lucian smiled as he felt the pride rippling off of him, but he simply looked at his watch instead of Liam's reaction. Of course, time didn't really pass here the same as on Earth, but it was a human habit he had developed all the same. And while he was here, he might as well entertain the idea of being a gentleman.

"Hello, Lucian," a feminine voice said. Turning to look, he bowed his head in respect toward the woman carrying the tea tray. "Is this the mortal? Oh, he's even cuter than I knew he'd be."

"Hello, Prudentia. Lovely as always," Lucian said, before glaring at Seth.

"...Thank you for seeing me, lady Prudentia."

"Oh, don't be like that, sweetie," Prudentia said, her floral sunhat shading her kind face. She looked like an older woman, though despite the frail appearance she had a healthy aura around her. "Call me Rose. Lucian refuses to, but he's just that way darling."

"I didn't know we were having company, Rose," Liam said, looking over to Seth. "When you said I'd need to come today as well, I thought it'd just be the two of us again."

"Do you take one or two sugars?" Rose said, placing a cup of tea before Seth. When Seth held two fingers up, the daemon smiled and placed two sugar cubes in his tea before turning to Lucian and handing him his cup. "And you, Lucian dear?"

"No sugar, as always," Lucian said, smiling. "Your presence is sweet enough. But... the mortal? Seth Taggart is his name. You know why he's here, yes?"

"I know one possible reason out of many," Rose said, sitting down in her own seat at the tea table. "But how about we hear it from his own mouth? Well, Seth honey? To what do I owe the pleasure of your company?"

"I... um," Seth mumbled, before seeming to compose himself. "I wish to become a daemon. Like all of you."

"What?!" Liam said, shocked at first. "What... but, no. I can sense it on you. Your desire is very strong... I see. That's why I'm here, isn't it?"

"Well, it never hurts to get an expert opinion," laughed Rose, her voice sweet as honey. "What about you, Lucian dear? I assume you did the usual test."

"He didn't even flinch. He's very sure of himself," Lucian said, eyes closed as he took a sip. Chamomile... how delicious. Opening his eyes once again, he smiled. "It's really your decision, at this point. What is the prudent thing to do for Prudentia and the Unity?"

"Ohoho, that is the question... isn't it?" Rose asked, peering past her gold-framed glasses at the mortal. Lucian didn't envy him; to be under her scrutiny was an intense experience even for a daemon. He couldn't even imagine what her full power was like, and he was Pride. But then, he supposed that was why she was the most powerful of the Virtues.

"Ma'am?" Seth asked, when some time had passed. "Uh..."

"Show some respect, boy," Lucian growled, before Rose simply laughed.

"Oh Lucian, don't be too hard on him. I have been rather rude myself, staring at him for so long without so much as a word. My apologies, dear; I'm simply lost in thought when it comes to you. You're so much older than you look, you see. And yet, isn't that what many daemons are like already? Hm... perhaps you could, then. There's just one thing that concerns me."

"And what would that be?" Liam asked, fully composed by this point.

"Well, there is the matter of the cobra daemon," Rose said, taking a sip from her tea. "He's a bad influence on you, Seth. Though far be it from me to interfere with a mortal and their love life, and I have seen far worse daemons come into existence. Not to mention I'm a little biased when it comes to the Vices involving themselves with mortals."

"What about my boyfriend is so concerning?" Seth growled, not caring if Lucian glared at him or not. "What's it matter at all to you? It's my choice, isn't it?"

"That's just it dear, I need to be certain this is your choice and that you're not simply doing it because of him," Rose said, placing her teacup aside. "We do have rules, you see. While what he's doing isn't against them, he's certainly had a small hand in shaping who you currently are. Are you aware of it?"

"I'm aware of it, and I welcome it. You think I don't know how he's been helping me?" Seth argued, though despite being upset he was actually quite calm about it all. "Besides, mortals change every day, no matter who's in their life."

"That is certainly true! But here comes the hard question now; would you be willing to become a daemon even if it meant never seeing him again? The one you call 'Onyx'?"

"How do you even know that much about him?" Seth asked, shaking his head.

"I've been keeping a small eye on you ever since your little vacation in Atlantis, dear," Prudentia said, reclining in her chair. "But the question remains. Don't worry, take your time and enjoy some tea while you think on it. In the meantime, Lucian? Could you do me a favor?"

"It depends," Lucia said, turning his head toward her. "What did you have in mind?"

"Would you sing me that song? You know the one. It's been so long since I heard you sing it."

"You ask me that every time," Lucian chuckled. "You know I haven't sang since..."

"Still, I would like to hear it. If you're willing, that is."

Lucian took another sip from his tea, before looking at both Liam and Seth. Liam was obviously curious while trying to hide it, and Seth was too lost in his own thoughts as he looked out over the garden. He normally declined her request, but even Lucian had to admit that he had changed recently. Perhaps it wouldn't hurt to treat them to a song, if nothing else.

"Fine. But only because Liam has no idea what we're talking about," Lucian said, causing Rose to clap her hands in approval.

"Oh! Splendid," she said, not caring what excuse he was using. "Go on, over there. The gazebo should do nicely."

"I know, Prudentia. It looks as lovely as ever," Lucian said, shaking his head in amusement. She really did understand him, though. It was the perfect venue here for him; all the beauty of the plants, the way the light shone... it was almost as if he had his very own spotlight. "Shall I stay as I am, or...?"

"Oh, I know your angel days are behind you. Do whatever you feel comfortable with," Rose said, clearly happy just to be able to hear his singing again. Sighing, he simply stood in place before loosening his tie, and in one swift motion his form changed to something more than human. Seth gasped, clearly taken off guard as light radiated from Lucian's body and red, angelic wings sprouted from his back. His hair was still long, but free and wild even as his beard grew to biblical proportions. From his waist down, his slacks had turned into a half-robe, looking every part the angelic entity he was portraying.

"This is how I looked before I decided dragons fit me better," Lucian said, a slight echo to his voice as he explained to Liam and Seth. "This doesn't leave this realm, understand?"

"Y-yeah," Seth said, amazed and terrified at the same time. "Of course not."

"So it's true," Liam said, smirking. "Well, it's fitting for you."

"Anyway," Lucian said, clearing his throat. "Be silent; this is the only time I'm doing this for you two. Etch it into your memories."

"Stop stalling," Liam laughed, eliciting a small blush from Lucian before he caught himself. "If you're really this good of a singer, oh angel of music, then shut me up with your performance."

Not dignifying it with a response, Lucian closed his eyes and prepared mentally as he wrapped his wings around himself. Taking a deep breath, he imagined himself on stage once more as his powerful voice rang out, singing words he had not uttered in centuries as he unfolded his wings one at a time with a dramatic and slow flair. He didn't expect Seth to understand his words, but Liam simply nodded in recognition while Rose simply sat and watched. It was in the style of some opera, but in a language no mortal had heard in a very long time. He imagined if there were more mortals around to see him, they would have fallen to their knees despite lacking the halo of their typical depictions of angels. Perhaps more would denounce him. It didn't matter, since only Seth was there... and tears were streaming down the wolf's face by the time he finished the last note.

"Lovely, as always," Rose said, breaking the silence as Lucian folded his wings on himself. A small glow and he was back to his human form, suit and all, as feathers fell and faded from him. Taking his seat, he turned his eyes to Seth before taking another sip.

"Well?" Lucian asked, snapping Seth out of his daze. "Prudentia may have all the patience in the world, but I do not. If you haven't decided by now, then you never will. Speak."

"I don't like choices like that, Miss ah, Rose," Seth said, a soft growl in his voice. "But I still have to say yes. I have felt this way for a long time now, though I suppose on Earth it's almost been a month? I've just been so busy that I never put the words to my feelings until tonight."

"Hm. Hm hm hmmm..." Rose said, pursing her lips in thought. The ruby red of her lipstick fit well with the floral patterns of her gardening outfit. "Yes, I imagined you might say that, though there were many other possibilities where you would not. How very curious that this is the truth of you."

"So then he will be one of us?" Lucian asked, before Rose nodded. "When?"

"I assume he'll want to get his affairs in order," Rose said, sighing. "Just in case he doesn't retain his form. It's so much messier to do this than it used to be after all, and it's even rarer we even consider it. The only reason I'm willing to do so with Seth is because despite his feelings for the cobra daemon, he is willing to leave everything behind to begin anew. He needs to be able to do that. Remember, Lucian?"

"How could I forget?" Lucian chuckled, not giving a single hint to Seth what the two of them were talking about.

"Don't I need a sponsor or something? Whatever that means," Seth said, causing Lucian to scoff. "What? It's what Davin said..."

"Fool boy. I'll be your sponsor."

"What am I, chopped liver?" Liam asked, earning a glare from Lucian.

"If I could trust you to have enough power and knowledge to do this without endangering everything Davin has worked toward, I would be more than happy to let you stretch your little wings," Lucian lectured, crossing his arms. "As old as you are, as much power as you have... I am far older and far more powerful than you. Who better than I? Prudentia will not, will you my lady?"

"Oh no, I don't sponsor mortals," Rose said, shaking her head. "Perhaps one of the other three would have, if Seth were not already so well entrenched in his own vices. Besides, I must oversee the process to ensure it goes smoothly."

"You both have a point," Liam sighed, relaxing. "When will he..."

"His birthday is on Saturday, yes?" Rose asked, causing Seth to once again look at her in wonder. "He should enjoy his last birthday as a mortal, at least. Perhaps on Sunday, if that is agreeable darling?"

"...Yeah, that's fine... ma'am," Seth said, still shaken from Lucian's performance. "It's just going to suck that I can't spend it with Onyx."

"Hm? Who said you couldn't?" Rose asked, and Seth began spluttering as he recounted what she'd said about his choice.

"She said 'if', boy," Lucian said, rolling his eyes. "It was never a guarantee. As a daemon you'd have to run into him again anyway, more than likely. Prudentia, you really should stop toying with mortals like that."

"I have my reasons, Lucian. You know that," Rose said, a faint smile on her lips. "But I am sorry, Seth. I had to know. You'll understand someday."

"Ah... I see," Seth said, a flash of anger buried underneath the relief in his voice. "I guess it's settled, then. I'm not sure what to do, now."

"Chin up," Lucian commanded, a smile on his face even as his eyes bore through him. "You're being given the honor of joining us. Be proud... though not too proud, unless you wish to be like me."

"...After that performance, I can't say that'd be a bad fate," Seth laughed, still nervous. He'd been nervous for a while, now. "But thank you for sponsoring me, sir."

"Ugh... don't thank me. It makes my skin crawl," Lucian muttered, rising from his seat. "I should return him to the bar. It's been a pleasure, Prudentia. Perhaps we'll have tea some other time, when either of us are not too busy?"

"Perhaps," Rose said, smiling. "Go on, then. He's your responsibility until everything is said and done."

"Very well," Lucian said, bowing his head slightly before looking over to Seth. "Come. You have a lot to do before Sunday. Unless you'd prefer to be a Sloth daemon?"

"Hah, no. Fu- um, no thanks to that," Seth said, minding his tongue as Lucian glared. "I'm sure Sloth isn't bad but it's just not my style. After you."

"So he can be trained," Lucian chuckled, not caring if the wolf saw it as a joke or not. He lead the way as Seth followed, and soon they were leaving the garden behind as the bar slowly faded into existence once more.

*******

"This is one of the backrooms," Seth said, noticing where they were. Eyeing Lucian, he noticed that the daemon had already shifted back to his more comfortable dragon form. He felt more at ease in the bar, even if they weren't on the dance floor... that song still had him shaken to his core. He didn't understand the words, but somehow he felt he didn't need to. Despite how he felt and how he had changed, he couldn't help but feel in awe of Lucian and his tone reflected that.

"I thought it best to have a private chat, you and I," Lucian said, his tone gentle but firm. "If I am to assist you in this foolish endeavor as your sponsor, the least you can do is listen."

"Of course," Seth said, meeting his eyes. "What did you want to talk about?"

"Prudentia doesn't allow this sort of thing normally. You're the first mortal to be approved in a long, long time. Do you understand how blessed and cursed you are?"

"Blessed and cursed?" Seth asked, curious about the phrasing. "I suppose you'll tell me."

"I will. The blessing is you get to become one of us. But that's also your curse. You will be immortal and powerful, but likely subservient to a more powerful daemon if you're lucky. I confess I would be honored if you even become one of mine, but I doubt that will happen when lust fills your heart. It doesn't matter to me though, so long as you remember one thing: do not, under any circumstances, consume a mortal's soul. Do not even touch one, or I will make you wish you could die. Are we clear on that?"

"I don't see how I'd ever be tempted to do so, but I won't... sir," Seth added, feeling a bit awkward.

"We'll have to work on that. But I'll keep you to your word. On to other business: do you have any lingering regrets? Anything you wish to clear up while you're still mortal? Now is the time to settle as many of those as you can, for they will shape you one way or another. Too many regrets or unresolved anger could turn you to Wrath, for instance. Also if you require my help for this or for any other reason, here is my card."

"Ah... yes, I see," Seth said, resisting the urge to thank him again as he pocketed it. "Do I call you Pride or elder or...?"

"Just call me Lucian. Though do not presume we will be friends because of it," Lucian said, smirking. "Enjoy the rest of your night, future daemon. I have some business with Davin, so don't interrupt me for a few hours at least."

"What sort of business?" Seth asked. This was the first he was hearing of it.

"The kind that's not yours to know," Lucian said, though Seth noticed the slight tremble in his voice. Interesting, but he decided to let it go.

"Ah, right. Have a good night, Lucian. I think I'll go for a drive to clear my head."

"Don't get yourself killed, now," Lucian said, leaving Seth behind as he exited the room. The room itself was empty and devoid of props, meaning it was probably one that hadn't been prepared for any specific purpose just yet. He was still surprised they weren't using it for some sort of storage, though. Seth waited a few moments before he left as well, feeling a rush of excitement equal to his nervousness. Sure, he knew he was strong and powerful and all that... but knowing his very soul would become his body filled him with a terror he wasn't prepared to deal with. He chalked it up to his preservation instinct as well as his father's teachings, an echo of his former self surging forth for one last gasp. Before he realized, he was outside and stroking his motorcycle. Such a strange contraption, yet it calmed him just to be near it.

He had a lot to think about, but all he wanted right now was to not think of anything except driving his new motorcycle as he sat down and turned the key in the ignition. He grunted as the vibrations and magic rocked through him, and he reminded himself he'd have to get used to both sooner than later. Though how would this react to him when he was no longer mortal? He'd have to ask Orias later, but the thought of the cobra filled him with shame for a moment. He was willing to even toss him aside to become a daemon. They weren't in love, sure, but... he still wondered how he'd react.

"Even if he's pissed, what's it matter?" Mirror-Seth said, startling the wolf a little before he remembered. "It's your life, not his."

"Yeah, but I still feel kinda scummy about it," Seth sighed. "I guess this is one of those 'regrets' I have to deal with. If I don't have a clear conscience..."

"You could easily end up Temperance," Mirror-Seth finished, completing his own inner thoughts. "Let's go, then. Might as well deal with good ol' daddy while we're at it, yeah?"

"Fuck me," sighed Seth, peeling out of his parking spot as he let his driving instincts take over. Before he did anything, he needed to get his head in the game. For once the mirror remained silent as it reflected only his physical self instead of the mirror self, leaving him in peace with his own thoughts as the cold night air rushed past him. He used to hate the cold, but now he only felt warm due to his thicker fur. When had his fur gotten so much thicker? When had any of this happened to him? Despite the racing questions, he found himself unable to really care about answering any of them. He felt good as he was now. What else mattered?

After who knew how long of a drive, he finally came back to himself and realized his phone had been going off like crazy. Looking at it at a red light, he realized he had several texts from his boyfriend. Most were just checking up on him to see how his ride was going, but then a few were more concerned. He shot off a text that he was almost home and would tell him all about it, but the next text told him to come to Orias' place instead. Apparently he'd gone home, and taken Chase with him for some more fun. It wasn't much longer of a drive before he was parking in the alley, his motorcycle hidden in the shadows as he walked into Orias' apartment complex. He didn't expect the cobra to be waiting for him in the stairwell, but as soon as he saw him he was being embraced.

"Where were you?" Orias asked, holding him close. "I tried to call you, but I didn't get a signal."

"Ah. I was... talking with Rose. I mean, Prudentia," Seth said, feeling Orias grow a bit tense at the name. "It was about me becoming a daemon."

"...Oh!" Orias exclaimed, blinking in surprise. "Really? What brought this about?"

"Your lovely gift, for one," Seth laughed, relieved he wasn't reacting as negatively as he thought he would. "It was strange, but it's kinda nice once you get used to it."

"Hm... but if you become a daemon, I'll need to tweak the design," Orias said, chuckling. "Still. To think that desire was hidden within you? Wasn't because of me, was it?"

"Nah. Though I guess you won't be able to feed from me after Sunday. Sorry," Seth said, suddenly feeling like he'd done something wrong. "I..."

"Why would I be mad? There are plenty of mortals to feed from," Orias chuckled. "While I do enjoy your lustful energy, there are plenty to choose from. But the thought of you becoming like me? That's even hotter."

"I... they made me choose between you and becoming one, but it ended up being a trick anyway," Seth sighed, blushing beneath his fur. "I'm sorry about that."

"Hm, choosing to become like me instead of being with me? So you lust for power, just as I do," Orias said, more serious this time. Yet, Seth could sense a note of approval in his voice. "You may just be my type, after all..."

"Wasn't I already?" Seth joked, wrapping his arm around his waist as they both traversed the steps upward.

"For a mortal? You were getting closer every day," Orias said, flicking his tongue out instinctively. "But if you become a lust daemon, well... that would be absolutely perfect for me. Confident, powerful, and always lusting for more... yes, you're much more than I thought you were. Much, much more."

"Should I feel insulted or honored?" Seth chuckled, bringing Orias back to the present moment. "I feel like I'm being appraised like a piece of meat, here."

"Well, you didn't mind before," Orias teased, nibbling his ear a bit. "But I'm getting ahead of myself anyway. We have to see what you'll become first. Have you been sponsored yet?"

"Yes. It's Pride himself," Seth said, a wide grin spreading across Orias' face at the news.

"You must have impressed Lucian for him to take an interest in you that way. But I'll be here to help you as well. It sounds like you've had a rough night, so perhaps a distraction is in order. Would you like to see what I've done with Chase while you were out and about?"

"Yes," Seth said, a lewd grin spreading across his face. "I didn't realize you still had him with you."

"Well, I did give him several opportunities to leave, but it seems he's enjoying himself too much. So he's staying the night," Orias said, as if it were no big deal. "What about you, lover?"

"You already know the answer to that," Seth said, squeezing his package through his pants with his free hand. They came to Orias' door and entered it together, and once shut the hallway began leading into that familiar darkness Seth had grown to crave. Yet, it was different this time as the door at the end opened up and swallowed them both. There was never any light here, but he could always see as if it were. Even so, there had never been any defining features before now. It looked like some kind of parlor or lounge, a dark red leather interspersed with the inky blackness. At first it was disorienting, but he soon found he was enjoying the new scenery.

"You like it, then?" Orias said, noting Seth looking around in amazement. "I'm glad. Ever since you showed that bar to me I've been able to reliably store a lot more energy than just the occasional one night stand I was accustomed to, so I've been feeling more creative lately. Not to mention you have been a veritable source of the stuff. But you wanted to see Chase, yes?"

With a snap of his fingers, Seth watched as a door opened and in came Chase dressed in nothing but his altered jockstrap and a few other accessories. The lock symbol was now red, to match the surrounding color scheme, but what Seth noticed most was his perfect posture and the leather cuffs and bow-tie.

"You called, sir?" Chase said, a somewhat vacant look on his face as he stood at attention. His bulge occasionally pulsed or twitched, yet his cock remained under control.

"Tell my boyfriend what you are," Orias said, gesturing for Seth to pay attention.

"I am Master Orias' majordomo, and I live to serve his every need," Chase replied in a formal voice, almost as if he had been this way his entire life. "I am able to assist in a variety of functions, including meal preparation, cleanliness of his estate, or any other variety of services including those of a sexual nature. Shall I go into more detail, sir?"

"That will do," Orias said, before turning to Seth. "What do you think? It's all temporary of course, but he was on board with it when I suggested it to him. We've been very busy with his training."

"It's really hot, actually," Seth said, feeling a little conflicted at the sight. "What did you do to him?"

"Only what he wanted deep down," Orias hissed, walking around Chase as he groped the occasional muscle here and there. Chase stood as still as a statue as he let Orias do as he wished. "He'll be back to his normal gym trainer self tomorrow, but he wanted to spend the night with us in any way I saw fit. He was practically begging me to help him submit to me, so I obliged. But rather than the boring old 'drone' or 'slave' idea he offered, I suggested being a sexy rat butler for me and he agreed."

"Can I..." Seth asked, motioning toward Chase before Orias nodded. Smiling, he stopped just in front of the rat before groping his bulge and teasing it. Other than an increase in his breathing, he remained at attention staring ahead as if nothing else were happening. "Amazing. How on earth did you train him so well in a few hours?"

"Been longer than that, here... but even then I still have these eyes," Orias said, his eyes glowing briefly and making Seth's head swim. "But you already know about my abilities. All it took was a few key phrases and a bit of training... and the rest just fell into place. He's naturally submissive and open to new ideas, so it was just a matter of patience on my part. Would you like him to give you a massage? Or perhaps he could launder your garments? Order him around and he'll obey it to the best of his abilities; it turns him on after all."

"...Kneel," Seth growled, and Chase obeyed instantly. "Damn you weren't kidding. He'd never do this for me if we were alone..."

"Or maybe he was simply looking out for you as a big brother would. A sexy big brother admittedly, but still," Orias said, ruffling the rat's hair. "But I don't know what turns me on more. His submissiveness, or your dominance."

"Did you ever change me?" Seth found himself asking. "I don't mind if you did, really... it wouldn't be the first time. But I'd like to know. I was never like this before I met you... or was I?"

"Well, that's caught me off guard, but yes... I gave you a bit of help in the beginning," Orias admitted, smiling as Seth felt his cock twitch at the idea. "But I didn't do anything you already didn't want deep down. You could have walked away at any time and keep any gifts I've already given you... yet you kept coming back for more. But as we played and as I gave you suggestions here and there, you naturally gravitated toward the dominant side of your personality. So I decided to encourage it, rather than suppress it. Do you like how you are now?"

"Yes, I do," Seth said, forcing Chase to look up at him as he cupped his chin with one hand. "Maybe you manipulated me a little, but when I think of how I was... when I used to be so submissive and obedient to my father, or just a weak-minded fool for Temperance... it disgusts me. It's so freeing to be like this instead. Maybe that's your doing too, but I can't change how I feel."

"Honestly, if I could just do this to any man without pissing off the Virtues then I would already have a harem of guys like you and Chase, remember?" Orias said, walking behind Seth and wrapping his arms around him as he rested his head on his shoulders. "But you were so open and willing to change deep down. You didn't want to be that little preacher's pet, and while your time as a dancer was fun it didn't quite scratch that itch, did it? That need to be wild, to rebel, to be your own man... that was always inside you. I only brought it to the surface."

"That does make sense," Seth sighed, feeling some relief. "Honestly I wouldn't even ask all of this, but..."

"I understand. You need as clear a conscience as you can get. Unanswered questions will only complicate things for your daemonic future. I'm not upset you asked, simply surprised. You usually just ride it out. Speaking of riding, how did you enjoy your freedom out there?"

"The motorcycle? It's amazing," Seth said, before gesturing for Chase to rise. "It's like I've ridden one my entire life, what with the knowledge you gave me through it."

"It's everything I know, and then some," Orias said, grazing those fangs against his flesh as he gently kissed him on the neck. "I'm glad you enjoy it. Now you don't always have to ride bitch when you want a ride."

"The only ride I want you to give me is right here," Seth growled, reaching back to cup Orias' package. "Though I always thought you snake types kept this inside yourselves."

"Only when I'm not horny," Orias whispered, his tongue darting in his ear. "But that's just it; I'm always horny."

"I can imagine what that's like. I've been awfully horny myself, lately," Seth chuckled, already feeling himself getting as hard as was possible in his thong. It never let him reach full mast, though the sensation of it was like a hand constantly stroking him. "That's mostly your fault, by the way. You tease."

"You act like it's a bad thing. But first..." Orias said, before turning his gaze to Chase. "You will serve Seth as you would me, even when I am not here. Is that understood?"

"Yes, Master Orias. I am happy to serve you and Master Seth in any capacity whatsoever, so long as it is within my power to do so."

"He sounds so refined," Seth said, swooning a bit. "You really did a number on him."

"Well, between the mental adjustment and that enchanted uniform of his, it's a wonder he's not speaking in a British accent. But I thought that might be a little much."

"Shall I return to my duties, Masters?"

"Yeah, go ahead," Seth ordered, not sure what else to do with him at the moment. Besides, he was more interested in Orias' arms reaching around to his chest. Panting as he had his pectorals massaged, he leaned back into the cobra's embrace.

"Would you like another bite, babe?" Orias whispered, gently digging the points of his fangs into his flesh without penetrating it. Seth had never had two doses of that venom in one day, so he felt himself anxious despite his excitement about the idea. Excitement won out in the end, and as soon as he nodded he felt a sharp pain in his neck. He wondered if he should be afraid before that hot sensation began tingling up and down his body. It was much faster acting on his mind this time around, but instead of the fogginess he expected he realized he was very much aware of everything.

"This is different," he said, once those fangs finally left his flesh and Orias had licked his wounds over; the sensations of both was practically orgasmic to him. "But damn if I don't feel amazing."

"Good to hear," Orias said, his voice echoing in his ears. "But it's not so different. If you were as submissive as you were the first time you received my venom, you would likely be feeling the same as Chase by now. Though you're still quite susceptible to my words."

"Yeah, I am," Seth said, unable to disagree even if he had wanted to. It was simply his reality now. "You bit my neck though."

"I usually do the neck once a mortal starts getting used to my venom. It's faster acting, and sexier besides. You were moaning, babe."

"I was? I was..." Seth said. He'd been so lost in what was happening that he hadn't realized what he'd been doing himself. As he stretched his memory back further and further, his eyes widened in surprise. "...I can remember everything."

"One of your desires, I imagine," Orias chuckled, grabbing his tufted chin and slowly pulling so that he was looking up into his eyes. "Higher doses of my venom help you become more aware of your desires... and sometimes, those desires come true immediately. Though in this case, it may be that the power infused in my venom is what's jogging your memory. Who really knows?"

"I could remember everything while I was serving Temperance. I always felt his power and presence within me, so it makes sense," Seth said, not caring if it was the truth or not. "I had a few doubts about becoming a daemon, but now? Remembering what I've seen and done with such clarity? There's nothing else I'd rather be."

"Sure you wouldn't mind spending a bit of time as a sexy wolf butler? No?" Orias laughed, though even with the joke Seth was briefly tempted. "Then tell me what my big bad wolf wants to be..."

"Bigger and badder," Seth growled, a wild grin on his face. "Do whatever it takes, babe."

"Then fall into my eyes... let my words become your thoughts..." Orias whispered, and Seth stared until those beautiful eyes were his whole world. He wasn't sure how long he stared, but the next moment he knew he was blinking in surprise. Where was he again? What was he... seeing Chase standing at attention, he remembered. Of course.

"You called, Master Seth?" Chase asked, and Seth smiled as he sat down and spread his legs.

"Yes. Polish my boots. I want them to really shine."

"Yes sir, I will fetch the-"

"No. With your tongue," Seth growled, and Chase simply bowed his head before lowering himself to all fours. "There's a good boy. Tell me, are you enjoying yourself?"

"The pleasure of serving you is all I need, Master Seth," Chase said between licks, not even looking up as he spoke. "There is no higher purpose than to obey you in all things."

"Then moan like you're in heat," Seth ordered, and Chase immediately obeyed as he continued with his work. He had to admit, the lusty moans emanating from the muscular butler was hitting all the right buttons for him. He relaxed in his seat, letting his mind wander as he listened to Chase's wet slurping and moans. He wasn't sure why, but he felt like he was forgetting something... but no, everything was fine. Everything was as it should be. The whispers at the edge of his mind soothed him as he remembered when he had first taken the rat in and given him a purpose. He'd been so scrawny then, but with time and patience he had become the perfect servant in both mind and body. All he had asked in return was for his complete obedience, and he had given it willingly. When Seth had discovered he actually got off on it, that's when the real fun began for them both.

"That's enough," Seth ordered, gesturing for the rat to stand. "Turn around slowly. Let me get a good look at you, and do feel free to tease me. You know how I like it."

"Of course, sir," Chase said, adding a bit of a sultry tone to his voice as he did as he was commanded. He rubbed his hands up and down his body, flexing his muscles here or there as he gave Seth a show. At one point, he even looked over his shoulder and winked; if Seth hadn't known any better he would have thought he was being cocky. Standing up, Seth approached the rat's backside and reached around to grab his bulge. Inhaling his scent, he couldn't help but let those perfect globes of muscle rest on his own groin as he growled with delight.

"Who does this belong to, boy?" Seth asked, giving a little squeeze.

"To you and only you, Master Seth," Chase replied, moaning slightly despite his professional mannerisms. "Everything I am is yours, sir."

"Damn, I did a good job with you," Seth said, feeling his lust build as he slowly ground into him. "But something's bothering you, isn't it? Tell me what's on your mind."

"My service is coming to an end soon," Chase said, a sadness in his voice. "It will be ten years tomorrow since I first came to you."

"So it is," Seth said, giving him a nibble. "You will be free, with all the gifts I've given you. Not to mention a hefty bonus to start your new life out in the world."

"Must I go, sir?" Chase asked, more and more upset with every word. "I know what I said before, but..."

"You wish to stay in my service?" Seth asked, growing more serious. "Why is that? I hope you don't intend to freeload off me for eternity."

"No! Nothing like that, sir," Chase said, mortified by the thought. "It is simply that when I think of what life I might lead outside these walls, none of them seem worth living without serving under you. But I will leave, if you wish it."

"I see. So those are your true feelings after all," Seth said, turning the rat around to face him. "You know I don't do love. If you feel anything at all for me, I won't reciprocate in the way you wish. Though I do take care of my servants, I promise you that."

"As you have taken care of me these past ten years, yes sir," Chase said, nodding his head in agreement. "I do not know if I serve you out of love or out of duty, but in my heart I know my life is not complete without you. It is all I know, and all that I wish to know. I am... happy here, if I may be so bold sir."

"A life of comfort and duty, but still within a gilded cage," Seth warned, pressing his fingers to each of the rat's temples. "Are you sure this is what you truly want? I do not normally grant these requests, but you have been exceptional in your service and devotion to me. One last chance, Chase: freedom or servitude?"

"Servitude, Master Seth," Chase said, closing his eyes. "I am yours, if you will have me."

"Very well. You are mine forever and always, and in all ways," Seth said, the magic coursing through his fingers and directly into Chase's mind. The rat's eyes snapped open as purple light glowed from them, whispers all around them as the rat became bound to his will directly. When he was finished, and the magic had faded, the rat's eyes had changed to match his own.

"Yes, Master Seth. How may I serve you today?" Chase said, smiling politely as he felt his own mind synced with Seth's desires. He didn't even need to ask the question, but he had only done so because Seth found it attractive. Even before he had commanded it, the rat had already bent over as he used the chair to support himself, looking over his shoulder with a sultry look as he began to finger himself. Seth walked over almost on auto-pilot as he unbuckled his belt and pulled down his thong, his cock springing free as it fully hardened. Swatting Chase's hand away, he slid up and down the rat's taint, the solid mounds of muscle sandwiching his cock feeling good as they massaged him over and over until he couldn't take it anymore. Snarling, he lined up with Chase's ass before he penetrated him; he had slid up to the hilt almost in one motion due to his servant's constantly lubed ass. So much easier to deal with using magic than the normal means back on Earth, and twice as pleasurable to his senses. Slapping his hands onto either side of the butler, he began thrusting in and out with wild abandon as Chase synchronized perfectly to his movements.

"Either you're tighter... or I'm bigger..." panted Seth, his tongue lolling out of his mouth as the pleasure rocked through him. No matter how many times he did this with Chase, it always felt like the first time. The thought he'd be able to keep him for his own from now on drove him over the edge. Thrusting in one final time, he heard the snapping of fingers and froze; while his body was unable to do anything, the pleasure soaked his mind in a strange feedback loop. He felt like he was about to cum, yet nothing happened.

"That was a splendid performance," he heard a voice say, and with another snapping of fingers he was finally able to remember exactly what had been happening. Seth wasn't the owner of this realm; he wasn't even a daemon yet! Chase wasn't someone he'd saved from the streets and mentored for the past decade, and everything they'd said or remembered had been whispered to them or suggested by Orias himself. Yet, he couldn't deny that he still felt the power and dominance of the role he'd been given during that brief amount of intense role play... if he could even call it that.

"Starting to understand, are you?" Orias hissed, giving him a kiss on the cheek as he fondled Chase's flesh. "Imagine what I could do if I were not restricted by the Virtues and their 'laws'. But from what I'm feeling ripple off of you, I can tell you really enjoyed yourself despite that small trickle of fear and apprehension in the back of your mind. Do you know what else I saw in the back of your mind, though? You really enjoyed being a statue... well a tree, but almost the same thing as far as not moving or thinking much goes. This is turning you on even more than you thought possible, isn't it?"

Orias moved out of his peripheral vision, and Seth cursed the fact he'd been rolling his eyes back. Gods, he didn't even really care what happened right now... he just wanted release! So close, yet unable to move a muscle due to the magic literally freezing him in time.

"Chase here is in absolute bliss as well," Orias said, and Seth got the feeling he was inspecting something about the gym rat currently impaled on himself. "I think he wants to stay this way for a while longer, don't you think? Hm, what a lovely idea. You can feel his desires too, can't you Seth? You are linked right now, even if it isn't the permanent arrangement your role believed it to be. Focus."

Seth could feel it, and doubled with his own lust and desire it was driving him mad with how good it felt. He could feel Chase had been enjoying every bit of this, and more. Who knew he'd been such a kinky bastard for all his bravado at the gym? He wished he'd known sooner... it was so hard to think about anything other than sex and being able to finally cum, and even then he was starting to blur the lines between Chase's sensations and his own. It was as if he was being fucked by himself, and also feeling like his cock was trapped in that amazingly good thong that locked it away.

"Yes, you're starting to sync up nicely," Orias said, and Seth was vaguely aware of his eyes glowing brighter and brighter, and the more he lost himself in his own feelings and Chase's strong desires the more he felt himself being coated in... something. He hadn't noticed it until the weight of it had settled above his boots and kept climbing, the sensation of it erotic and confining at the same time. He wondered if he was being turned into...

"A statue?" Orias said, finishing his own thought. "Yes, in a way. Just for a while as I feed from you both and just... admire you. You both are lost in the moment, and it looked so perfect I just wanted to look at it for longer than you had. So I'm coating you with a type of rubber I use for mortals who wish to become living statues. Hard as a rock if struck, but soft and pliable to a point. Chase thinks it's a good idea, so why don't you just relax and sleep now?"

Seth did feel tired. He hadn't slept in days, but while he knew he was still being sustained through Orias' cum and venom and could theoretically continue... all he wanted to do then and there was sleep and dream. He would close his eyes and yawn if he could, but as the rubber began coating his chest he realized just how cozy he was feeling. It was like a weighted blanket, but the more it covered his body the slower his mind became. The idea of staying this way forever was starting to become appealing, though whether it was his own desires or Chase's he couldn't tell anymore.

"I'll have you out for your birthday, and definitely before Sunday," Orias said, speaking to his unsaid worries. "I think for now, though, we'll keep that little role play we had between you two continue on in your dreams. Chase wasn't exactly done being a butler yet, and I know for a fact that he won't hop on the submissive train for a long while after we properly scratch his itch. Enjoy your wet dreams, boys."

Seth wasn't even hearing Orias by this point, the rubber already well past his neck and coating his throat even as it penetrated him from behind. All his thoughts consisted of were sex anymore, reinforced by Chase as the rat became completely covered and immobile. As the last of the rubber covered his own eyes, his mind finally fell into the void of sleep... and in his dreams, he was once more the daemon with the sexy rat butler at his beck and call.

*******

Lucian sighed, basking in the afterglow. Davin was lightly tracing his purple hair from chest to belly button and back again, and he couldn't deny that it felt good to just let him do it. Ever since the first time he'd had fun with Davin, he'd been coming here every week to relieve the stress that built up. Sometimes twice in a week if it was particularly stressful. Wrapping his scaled arm around Davin, he brought him closer as the lust daemon cuddled up against him.

"So how did it go?"

"You know I don't do pillow talk... often," Lucian said, relenting. "But it went as well as it could. We change him Sunday."

"After his birthday, yes," Davin nodded, as if it were obvious. "To think, the first time I met him it was in a bathroom."

"...Did you-"

"No no, nothing like that. This was in a church. And it was innocent," Davin added, as Lucian smirked even wider. "I'm just saying he's come a long way in a short time... except it wasn't short for him, was it? He's lived longer than all my staff now. The mortal ones, anyway."

"You're worried about him, aren't you?" Lucian asked, and Davin nodded. He was smiling, but Lucian knew he was hiding his concern. He knew that much about him even without the weekly escapades.

"I don't usually get tangled up in the lives of the mortals I change, save for the occasional favor for those who stay on as staff of course. But those three... I grew to be friends with them over those long years. What I see in Seth now isn't the same Seth I saw then. Though I suppose he was 'Ortun' then, huh? But the core of him is who I mean. It's like he's a completely different person, now. Yet I've sensed no corruption of his soul and neither has Prudentia herself... so my hands are tied."

"You can't tell mortals how to live their lives, even if they self-destruct," Lucian scoffed, but he had to admit he also was feeling a little concerned over Seth lately. "If we started changing everyone because of 'what's best for them', we'd just be repeating our past mistakes. Is that what you wanted to say?"

"Some of it, but yeah. Good points otherwise. Besides, I like how Earth is now... aside from certain events and subjects."

"Talk to Wrath if you want politics. I'd rather keep it out of the bedroom. So many fools arguing this or that way when the solutions are usually simple. Pride before a fall, I suppose. I would know."

"Was that a joke?" Davin chuckled, and Lucian found himself winking in response. "You're in a good mood. You looking forward to it then?"

"I thought about making him wait a year or two... but no. He stared me down as if I were his equal, or less. He knows what he wants, and he's not going to let anyone dissuade him from getting it. If not with our help, then through some other means. Most fatal, of course."

"Don't remind me," Davin shuddered, though Lucian could tell it was more for dramatic effect than anything. The displeasure was plain as day on his face however. "At least this way he won't die or stop existing, I guess. I trust you."

"You do?" Lucian asked, surprised. "Well... I suppose you would. I-"

"Oh come on, don't be like that," Davin said, tweaking one of his nipples. Biting his lip, Lucian glared for a moment before sighing, relaxing the tension. "You don't have to be that way around me, remember?"

"It's a habit, really," Lucian said, rubbing a temple with his free hand. "You get so used to portraying yourself one way that you become it. I mean personality-wise, of course."

"Of course," Davin said, nodding. "I used to be more of a djinn in personality."

"You mean the naughty ones," Lucian smirked, eliciting a giggle from Davin. "Grants your wishes but not the way you thought he would. Yes, I remember. Now look at you, offering transformations and changed perspectives free of charge."

"Not free, but yes... I've been lenient lately," Davin sighed, shrugging. "I mean what are they going to give me that they haven't already with their desires? Money? Got plenty of that. Their souls? Stereotypical and obviously not something I could accept, even if it wasn't wrong. Besides, I enjoy seeing them become who they wanted to be all along. Or helping them realize that they already have what they wanted. It varies."

"You mean you don't change every mortal who walks into this bar into a sex-craving anthro?"

"Another joke. But yeah, some people just have a lot of doubts. I don't even have to do anything magic to half of them; all they really want is someone who will listen. Though admittedly, they're all gay or bisexual men here at my bar for the 'scenery'. But you know how this city is."

"There was a bar I thought about going to, but then I found out that most dance nights it was mostly straight couples crowding out the people it was meant for," Lucian said, a scowl on his face. "Even if I am bi, I find that sort of thing tiresome."

"Either way, I provide a lot of things for a lot of walks of life," Davin said, nuzzling the dragon with his feline nose. "Right or wrong, as long as it's all legal and consensual then I don't really care what they get off to. Morals are obviously debatable, us being what we are. And we don't do debates-"

"-in the bedroom, no," Lucian said, blushing a bit as he kissed the top of Davin's head. He was mindful of the horns, though he doubted they'd do much to his scales. "Here I used to think your job just entailed shaking your ass at a mortal and having them go googly-eyed at you as you soaked up their energy. Actually that's a lie."

"Still funny," Davin chuckled, a contented sigh escaping his lips. "I am glad you can relax, though. Even if it's just here."

"You make me sound like I have no life outside work. I do have hobbies. I... might even start singing again, though I'm not sure yet about that one."

"Might? Not sure? Well... I like hearing that from you. Kinda makes you seem like a normal person, almost. But it would be good to hear you sing again. What other hobbies, though?"

"...Stamp collecting," Lucian said, averting his gaze. "...And I'm starting to collect leather now because of you. Um... thank you for, well... introducing me to that. I guess."

"You're welcome," Davin said, a genuine smile on his face. Lucian had been prepared for some more mockery or teasing, but he smiled back at how he just accepted it. "What? You like it, right? So go for it."

"I am," Lucian scoffed. "I'll have a better collection than anyone here. Count on it."

"Make me proud," Davin said, before slowly climbing on top of Lucian. His erection throbbed and bounced in front of his face, teasing him as Davin trapped his arms with his legs. "Want a taste?"

"...Yes," Lucian said, allowing himself to just go with the flow and needily lick that shaft as it came closer. He knew he wasn't getting that entire thing inside his mouth in one attempt, but he'd still been curious enough for a while. He tasted even better than he thought he would, and he had tasted plenty of Davin already by now. The lust daemon was patient with him as he grew accustomed to his large member... no wonder he left the lower half of his body as a bull. This would be a very interesting experience indeed.