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A rustle in the dark. A black sky devoid of both stars and clouds alike. A pale light illuminating a bare, red rock ground. A glint, golden. Hint of an outline...

"Everyone prepared?" A whisper, harmonious and flowing, beautiful sounding despite being masculine.

"For the last time, yes!" Another male echoed back in a near identical voice, albeit irritated.

A gust of wind nearly drowned the next, feminine, voice "Boys, be quiet... we may be heard."

"No, we are a ways off the target... we won't be heard; as there is nothing to hear us." A fourth; also female.

The light flared to a more brilliant glow; fully illuminating the five humans huddled around it. They all flinched and, as one, frowned at the fifth figure. He glared back through his shimmery brown hair "Don't doubt; I have it controlled." One opened their mouth to speak "Reflections too."

"Alright, we're not doubting your ability, Seppa..." The first male to speak; his ginger hair neatly flowing over his shoulders "The original discussion point, however, was not noise, nor light. I believe, it was to do with our bearings?"

"Oh... yes... thank you, Jyre... We were lost in our own musing for, perhaps, a moment." The second male, the elder of the two with white hair, said.

"Not a problem, Ancient One. Now, is our course certain? It is, as you understand, difficult to track progress here."

"Yes. We are still on the thread." The second woman spoke up confidently, gesturing with both hands to indicate a line, her bronze hair waving as she did so.

All-blue eyes turned to the direction she had gestured in "Good... By this time, we should be close. Are we, Dianthus?"

She, Dianthus, lowered her arms "Of course. I believe the target lies in the next ravine."

"Excellent!" The elder exclaimed, smiling at all present "Our mission is going well."

"Indeed it is." Seppa nodded, white, feathery wings unfurling from his back.

They all followed suit, opening their wings "Lets go." Jyre muttered. And so, they took off with a jump, the light dying instantly. In the cold air they clustered into a narrow line, following after Dianthus.

Seppa came up beside the groups guide "Holding up well?"

"Yes... This is your first Task, correct?"

"Correct..."

"I see..." They silenced themselves as a slight turbulence threatened to force them into a collision "A word of advice, Seppa; keep close to the Elder. It is his duty to keep us from harm, while seeing the objective completed. Doing so will make these things easier for him to accomplish."

"Thanks..." Seppa's eyes scanned out in front, the darkness almost impenetrable. Suddenly, there was a light... a cluster of lights on the barren ground... "Dianthus! Is that it?"

"Yes... prepare yourself, young one; it is likely that we will meet resistance."

As he came ever closer, details emerged. There were several structures, built of the same rock that adorned the ground, each one... demonic... hideous... He shuddered, fighting down the urge to flee. He knew that he would see unspeakable things when he volunteered, but if a mere building frightened him this much...

The time for thought ended as they came to a landing, silent, outside the radius of the light. The area was clear.

"There's... nothing out here..." Seppa whispered.

"Shh, we are close now... behave as if the very walls have ears, as they well may do." The Elder advised dryly as he rose from his crouch, cautiously heading directly for the largest construction; the one that would almost certainly hold the artefacts that were their targets... as well as any Demons that they may come across.

Seppa shrugged disbelievingly, but fell silent anyway. It wouldn't be clever to chance it.

The others, all veterans, spread out, scouting the area. Nothing leapt out to confront them... He jumped, and hurried to catch up with the Elder as he made a way towards what seemed to be the entrance of the monstrous structure.

As they neared it, he glanced at Seppa "As this is your first time... I want you to keep an eye on this entrance. Should anything go inside, clench this in your fist to alert me."

Seppa nearly stumbled as he caught the thing tossed to him... A coin? "I'll do that... but, what if I get seen?"

"Then make your way to me, or flee. Either way, we do not expect your to fight if it can be avoided."

"Thank you... "

"No need for thanks... all new volunteers are allowed that courtesy." The Elder nodded, and proceeded inside; the others following.

Seppa flinched, looking out at the deep darkness. He could sling spells just as well, if not better, than any other... but he was vulnerable. Images of countless hordes of Demons flashed through his mind, prompting him to sink into a crouch... almost invisible out of the light of the torches mounted on the walls. That wasn't enough... not for him to feel safe... so he utilized his own unique ability; blocking the light from reflecting against him... and, doing so, making himself completely invisible; part of the shadows.

Time crept... and nothing threatened from the dark. Not even the barest of noises. He relaxed, somewhat comfortable in the corner he occupied. A high pitched scream snapped him back to attention.

"Angels!!" Many other wails came from within, all keening the same word; a complete riot.

Resounding clangs of metal on stone deafened him further, beastly roars from without. Unreasoning, Seppa panicked, clenching the small coin he had been given moments before. It gave a strong vibration as he broke cover, instantly on his feet and running inside. The building was ugly, even indoors, but he could hardly notice that fact.

He chanced a glance back, but gained nothing in hindsight as something, maybe an outcropping on the wall, clipped his head. He bounced from the opposite wall, and fell to the roughly smoothed floor; an instantaneous blanket smothering his consciousness.

Artz, though his full name was Artemitiusaktek, jolted from his deep sleep. The darkness peeling back as his lids gradually receded "It has come." He rumbled, disbelieving of what his own senses were delivering. Prophecies, ancient ones, has predicted the coming of a being that would bring the apocalypse... but what apocalypse would that be? Of the Earth? Of Heaven? Of Hell? No... of them all. A grand merging of the three worlds... the barriers between each crumbling to mere insubstantial boundaries, like those of the countries of the Earth...merely existing because of the belief that they exist... Meaning that those that believe they are one could traverse them...

The thoughts were swept from his mind. He must hurry! As such as the prophecy had stated... He, the thirteenth Dragon, combined with the thirteenth Caller, shall gain an Angel ally... the thirteenth one... there were many other ones to be gathered, of differing sorts, but each was unique in some way. Thirteen... Such an unlucky number... such misfortune... but what must happen, will happen. The Gods will fall... and the ones below them shall rise... His father, even with his wisdom, did not want to perish... so he had sent Artz away... exiled him... as the prophecy had stated he would...

Artz growled low at the memory. Time for regrets was long past. With little effort, he crossed into the deep darkness of the highest chasm of Hell. It was time... There was light before him; a small Daemon village... He scented death, and sighed. Where there are Angels, there is death among Daemons... He roared into the black horizon. The atmosphere shifted... Fear... Yes, it would be required.

Rising up upon his hind legs, he stalked forwards, emerging into the tiny radius of the light. Even from the greatest distance, he could see the Angels being forced to kneel as the Daemons around them glared. He had interrupted their discussion of what should be done with the Angels... That was good.

He smiled without malice. There it was... the thirteenth Angel... yet to defect... still loyal... But that would change. He stopped moving once close, towering above even the buildings. Daemons and Angels stared, astonished. Indeed... so rare have Dragons become... which was causing his overriding urge to breed with the Succubus that had just arrived... But that thought was irrelevant "Daemons..." He spoke, being careful to do so softly; avoiding deafening his audience "I have need of your captives..."

"What?" A weak female of some obscure species he could not immediately identify stepped to him "No! We caught them! They are ours!"

"I do not care."

"They killed our... our children! All of them!"

"I do not c-"

He was cut off "What!?" One of the Angels, a young one, his eyes bulging slightly, tried to jump to his feet... but failed as he was chained to the ground by his neck; wings painfully fettered. His sudden frantic gaze turned on the other Angels, each in similar states "Was... that why we're here?"

"You would not understand." The elder one said.

"I don't give a FUCK if I don't understand!! Is it!?"

Artz blinked. An Angel cursing? How unique... The elder was also taken aback, his expression slightly wild "... yes."

"... no... we were sent to... to... ... no..." Despair transparently filled the young Angel's soul "... that's..."

Artz's smile faded somewhat. Now came the part that tested his power... He reached, and shielded the young one. Soon enough, the curse to Angels that realized similar to this descended. It took an enormous exercise of his will to keep from blacking out, the strain so great. It just came and came... but abruptly stopped. Exhaustion filled him. But rest would have to wait "He sees."

The Angel was shrieking mindlessly now. On his knees, he held himself, rocking... rocking... But Artz could not yet intervene... The Angel suddenly leapt up, the chain on his neck breaking like tissue, and dived at his nearest companion; another male Angel. It was over before it began, feathers fluttering back down to the brutalized body. The awakened one turned his maddened sight to another.

And it continued... the Daemons watching, somewhat bemused. This would be new to them... The air became thick with screams, shouts for help, from the angelic creatures... but there would be no help.

It was over in seconds... and, before the now-alone Angel could turn self-destructive, Artz swept him up on a claw "Do not speak of this event, as it would bring misfortune on my purpose." He said over the subduing screaming, to the Daemons. They were in awe of him, the event also, and so nodded without question "You need to grieve... I will leave you to yourselves now."

He faded back into the dark, vanishing from their sight. They, perhaps realizing that vengeance had been appropriately served, broke down as one. As Artz watched them abortively try to console each other, there was a whisper from the Angel he had taken "Demons... weep..."

"Yes... we also laugh... smile... love..." A twitch in Artz's jaw from amusement "And we are Daemons... not demons..."

"D-... Daemons..."

Excellent.

Seppa's eyes cracked open. They were sore... his body hurt... his wings... they ached... but he was on something soft. Soft... and warm... He thought of a bed; soothing rest... but memory plagued him. The despair... the anger... it returned. His faith... it was gone; torn from his heart by the truth. Demons... no... Daemons wept... His fists clenched, and he sat up. The pain that went through his back from that action was unimportant. The upset he felt... the rage!

"You're awake."

The Dragon! It was right there, in front of him... Seppa gaped "D-Dragon..."

"Yes, that is what I am."

It's snout was a mere inch from his face as it stared at his face. He trembled, feeling it's breath wash hotly across him... sweat forming at his brow... "... I..."

"Your mind is intact... that is good."

He stiffened suddenly; fear overriding everything else. He wanted to look at himself... but he was too afraid of what he may see. He could have fallen... fallen from grace... his ex-God's power departed from him... rendering him less than ever a Demon... No, Daemon! And how are they less? Was that another lie? Were they, in face, greater? Somehow above? ... Possibly! And so, he asked without caring "Have I fallen?"

"Yes, and no. You were spared from the curse."

"Curse?"

"Yes, curse... a measure by your charlatan god to insure obedience, by fear if nothing else."

It suddenly made sense... the reason God was so unwilling to allow Angels to fall... going to extreme lengths, as he had personally seen, to prevent it... "Did He try to curse me? Is it him?"

"Yes..."

"... are you telling the truth...?"

"I can give my oath; I am speaking truthfully."

"That... that... damn bitch..." He shook. His anger was great enough for him to curse... to willingly curse... And he didn't care! Everything was a lie! Was it truly wrong to curse anyway? Was it really a sin? Deadly to the soul? No! No! And, no! "Did you...?"

"Yes, I protected you against the curse."

"Why? I am... an Angel... a savage Angel..."

"Yes... but not savage, only ignorant..." The Dragon sat back on it's haunches against a rocky wall "I was given a prophecy, millennia ago, by a passing god. It revealed truths to me while I was young... I listened... and learned... To the point; the prophecy includes you... quite intimately."

"Intimately...?" Seppa shuddered again "As in..."

"No... but sexual interaction is certainly available to you now."

He gave a stronger shudder, and glanced away. It was ingrained into his mind that such was forbidden... but... "I..."

"It is most certainly not forbidden, young Angel. It is Nature's way... and an expression of love." The Dragon yawned "Daemons... We are joyful beings... unrestrained... completely free... but with a God of Fire. Fire is associated with evil... but that is foolish. It is merely destructive."

"Indeed!"

Seppa jumped. A woman's voice... very different from that of a Daemon... was there another Angel here? He glanced and... stared helplessly "Oh... oh..."

She was beautiful. Just shorter than him... bright white skin... patterned with what he thought looked like a fully body tattoo... her flat stomach... bare... She's naked, he screamed at himself! He felt somewhat numb as his slowly looked upwards. Revulsion took over for an instant as he sighted her breasts... but they weren't ugly, or... unholy, seemingly... They were just... something else... But he couldn't linger. Her defined collar... ripe? But that was the description that occurred to him... Her neck like an Angel's... and her face? He almost recoiled from the clearly demonic visage. Small horns, almost totally hidden by her blazingly bright red hair... her eyes, the pupils slits... her teeth bared in a grin... fangs visible... But... it was... it was beautiful... and so he continued staring, possibly more helpless than before...

"Who're you talking to, Artz?" She spoke again.

The Dragon nodded towards Seppa "Him."

He flinched, breath coming in short gasps. She glanced at him and... stared back "Is that...?"

His heart must have stopped. He couldn't feel it pumping anymore. But... it couldn't have, as he was still alive. An enormous stretch of time passed... and he realized he was holding his breath. He forced himself to exhale. What was this feeling? It felt like... His eyes bulged. Lust! He was feeling lust! But he had thought that it was beyond him! Especially ever since he had become an Angel... A surge of rebellion surged up in him; of course, his bastard God had probably seen fit to block that emotion... but now he was out of that ones control... and he could feel it most keenly... He flinched, realizing that she had traversed the several feet between them. She was upon the bed... just... centimetres from him... and... He looked down, catching sight of her legs. They were everything that he would have expected from a Demon... no, Daemon... hooves instead of feet... ankles sprouting long black hair... knees distorted to that of an animal... He looked back up. Her eyes... deeply green...

"Angel...?"

He nodded dumbly. Only a vague blip in his awareness, he saw that she was above him... legs on either side of him... and... what looked like water dripping from where her legs met her hips...

Seppa sharply became aware of the blankets covering him peeling back... but he didn't care. He felt her hands on his chest, and realized he was naked as well... but he didn't care. It was against everything he had been taught... but he didn't care.

She slipped below the blanket, making him jump. His teenage years came back to him in a painful rush; an old life he could never go back to... but he remembered fantasies... times alone when his mind would wander to shameful places... This time, he encouraged that wandering, knowing that it was no longer denied to him. He had freedom! And what would he do with that freedom? The first thing that came to mind! He would embrace it. Just as he suddenly embraced this strange woman that had appeared from nowhere. She did not seem startled by it, nor did she reject it. It evoked... a pleasing feeling... a good feeling...

Then Seppa gasped, holding his eyes shut. She had... had... He was inside her! With his... his... Screw it! His COCK! Damn, it felt good to think like that... And so did what was happening feel good... more than good... He clung to her as she bumped and grinded against him. What had she called that Dragon...? Artz... It had told him that this... this was an act of love. Well... he couldn't deny that it brought up feelings... pleasing, wonderful feelings... Was love among them? He couldn't tell...

The woman gave a powerful shudder. Was that her... climax? Her own moment of bliss? He couldn't know, because he shuddered himself, feeling a building pressure... then a release... and a second... another... There were several others, but they weren't as strong. He groaned explosively. That was... so good...

"Mm... yes... inside me..."

He listened to her and shivered "I... you're..."

"A Daemon...?" He nodded, weakly "Oh, yes... a Succubus, if you want to know..."

"You... You just..." He searched for the right word, and continued; in jest "You just raped me..."

"Yes... I did... Thoroughly." Her eyes twinkled slightly as she grinned.

He took several seconds to return that grin, clumsily "Thanks... I've never... ... done this..."

"My pleasure. Literally!"

"Mine too, actually..."

"And mine." Artz said.

Seppa looked around the... Succubus... curiously. He half wished that he hadn't... The Dragon, truly a massive beast, was stood at the foot of the bed, proudly showing off his own... cock. It looked bigger than Seppa's entire body! "Artz, since you have that meaty thing out, how about we teach our little angelic naughty boy here a thing or two?"

"But... I don't..." He started hesitantly.

"I refuse to force him into anything, Illi..." The Dragon said, subdued.

Seppa scowled "No. I want to know more of what I've been missing. Everything... Everything I've been denied. Show me, please." He spoke forcefully; with more conviction than he actually felt.

The Succubus... Illi... rolled off him to lay at his side. She was grinning... a devilish grin that made him feel lust much more readily. The cover was long gone, he realized, and he tried grinning himself. He failed, of course, but that was unimportant. He looked up, and bit his lip uneasily. Artz was standing with his hind legs at the foot of the bed, on either side, his forelegs planted against the wall. His glistening... dick... hovering above the bed. A huge glob of clear liquid dripped, and splattered onto Seppa's face. He spluttered slightly, but recovered with the aid of the smell of musk filling his nostrils.

Artz crouched somewhat, and the red thing came to rest with a thud against Seppa's body. He felt the weight of it and shivered... His legs hooked around it, and he let his hands feel the contours... This would have been forbidden to him... but now it wasn't... He felt a strange desire, and did what first occurred to him. He craned his neck forwards, and pressed his cheek against the side of the narrow tip. The slimy stuff on it was thicker on the surface... He slid his face against it until the very end point was pressuring his lips, and curiously poked his tongue from it's sanctuary. The taste that hit him was sulphuric... but... he opened his mouth, and sucked on a strange hole he had noticed below his lips. A sudden surge of new fluid made his cheeks bulge, and he swallowed hurriedly. For a second, he felt somewhat sick... but that passed.

Then it withdrew, the hole suddenly being pushed open as a small wave of more slime was ejected; splattering onto his face yet again. But... it felt good. The act itself... The gigantic cock pinning him down then surged forwards a short distance, bumping his face, and jerked back. He moaned quietly, and squeezed the behemoth. It spurted some more, encouraging him to lick it whenever it came close enough. Another face joined his for this wave; Illi. They exchanged grins, and began servicing Artz in earnest.

That Dragon growled, and Illi suddenly straddled Seppa's head. He blinked, staring up at her. This was something he was not familiar with... the folds of her labia looking totally alien to him. She looked down, and rolled her eyes, repositioning that part of her to meet the next forward push of Artz's cock. Seppa watched, entirely fascinated, as it found her. She gave a moan... and it jolted forwards, deep into her. He stared at the clear bulge reaching nearly halfway to her stomach. He imagined that being painful... but she offered no more than a loud moan. He stared, alarmed, as the bulge jerked back and forth violently... but Illi seemed to love it...

She gave a sudden scream, and Artz's quivering cock pulled out... Seppa stared as it jetted white against her, the mess pouring down onto him. He moaned... and continued watching as she was suddenly lifted by a claw, impaled again... this time the bulge reaching up near her chest! Then more white stuff... cum, he remembered it being called... poured out of her, running down the thick dick she was filled with. It then ran over a heavy sack of flesh that was now sitting against his upper chest... He gave a short gasp of surprise as he was immersed in it, the sticky substance running all over him. He squeezed what was upon him tightly, and started franticly licking it, the scales giving a flavour he found appealing... strong, strong musk, and an earthy taste he could easily attribute to the Dragon having been sitting on the ground. But the... cum... had the best of all... such a heavy sourness... bitter... arousing to the point of being unbearable!

He had a feeling this wouldn't be the last time he tasted the emissions of a male Daemon... and he welcomed that hunch somewhat.