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Hellion Falls Written by Leo_Todrius Commissioned by Reardo

The crackle of fire was steady, embers floating on the wind, wanted posters fluttering where they were stuck to trees, but the images on the posters were not that of any robber. They were bounties from the king for the head of Demon Reardo the Red. Each was emblazoned with a depiction of the silver haired, silver eyed, burgundy skinned demon with dark black horns and tattoos on his shoulders... though the pictures hardly did him justice and no human eyes had laid sight on the posters in many months. The power of the volcano at Hellion's Pass had only grown stronger as the arch Demon Armaros did. The volcano had grown taller and the territory around its base had grown uninhabitable for humans. Villages had been lost in ash and haze and fire, but new villages had been built a short distance away, no lives had been lost... and the humans did not question the volcano's power as new islands were rising out of the sea at an amazing pace... An entire archipelago was forming from lava vents, islands promised to the kingdom to aid in shipping and fishing. It was all as Armaros had promised and the people had listened.

The war had come to an end when it was revealed that zealots of the light had destroyed a church to prevent a peace accord, a peace accord that had saved countless lives. It was a tragedy that overshadowed the fact that the kingdom had quite literally made a deal with a devil... but it also had been a lie put in place by the demon Reardo when he converted the archbishop into a were hellhound. While the events leading up to the peace had been a lie, the peace itself had not... though many had not been able to see the difference between a truce and defeat. During the war the young men of the villages divided, serving the armies of demon and Christian kind... but now it was a right of passage to join the ranks of Armaros youth... and there was a bounty on the heads of those that had persecuted the demons. It was this that had brought Reardo all the way to the newly dubbed Hellion Falls, miles away from any evidence that he had once been an enemy of the people. Even the king had been hesitant to say anything as the hearts of his people shifted, lest they abandon him.

The massive rivers flowing down from the mountains had always been a source of pride in the kingdom. The twin falls were so iconic that they wound up on the coins... But with the activity of the volcano, the rivers were choked with so much ash that the twin waterfalls had turned from crystal clear waters to a monstrous cascade of black mud, flowing down like liquid rock... but as the water cascaded over the new blessed stone of Armaros, the ash disappeared and the water became clean to drink again. It was one of many miracles Armaros had shown the people, winning them over to his favor... All but the king, his royal court... and the one man that had been a thorn in Reardo's side longer than any. Reardo stood at the edge of the waterfalls, gazing at the village below, thinking of the past... his previous life as a human.

Reardo had once been a night, falsely accused and punished of heresy. He bore the shame and still served the king, even when he was sent on a suicide mission to kill the demon Armaros. Before he had even failed, however, the king had sent another knight named Bronn to finish the job because the king had no faith in Reardo. Bronn had risen to his position with deceit and false reverence, focusing more on the ascension of his position than his kingdom. Reardo had joined a more noble position as Armaros' demon, and he had sent Bronn with a message to the king that his days were numbered. The number was getting very small now, and Bronn had outlived his usefulness. Even the king had tired of him. In such times there was no use for a man that did not pull his own weight. So Bronn had been sent to the outer territories, right where Reardo could hunt him down.

The demon moved away from the falls, following the winding path down toward the village, smiling to himself. His life had been so good as Armaros' right hand demon, and he saw such joy in the faces of those that embraced the love and lust demons could share. Reardo would no doubt celebrate with some of them after putting Bronn in his proper place. The village itself had been transformed over the past several months. Special tools had been provided to all the people who wanted them, allowing them to mine the dense black lava rock that was produced by the mountain. New homes and buildings had been built with it, making them look far sturdier... and it made Reardo feel far more at home.

Everything Armaros had done had been in the name of the people... but there was always a perk for the demon in turn. By letting the humans mine the rock from the Hellion volcano, the dark stone had inspired them to try different architectural styles. They had left Christian methods by the wayside and the village was looking tougher by the day. Spikes wrought iron fences surrounded buildings with external supports that looked like ribs. Thick milky gray colored windows obscured whatever deeds might be conducted inside so no one had to fear judgment. The largest buildings even had gargoyles and spikes put in.

Reardo walked into the village, looking around, feeling the power emanating from the people. Armaros' victory was nearing in so fast, it was delicious. Reardo looked to the burly blacksmith, the bearded pub owner and the teenage boys roaming the streets in their red and black leather garb, their ears pointed and their teeth as sharp as fangs. They took on the demonic taint so much easier... and so much deeper.

Reardo turned, spotting a young man with a long black pointed goatee on his chin standing on a street corner. A smile crossed the demon's lips as he moved over, reaching his clawed hand up to stroke the goatee. The young man shivered in surprise and lust, his eyes moving to Reardo. He let out a soft gasp, never expecting to see a true demon so close. Reardo leaned in and pressed his lips to the young man's. The human's lips parted without restraint, wanting whatever Reardo had to offer. Reardo slid his forked tongue in, whipping it around and wrestling with the other's before he broke the kiss.

"Tell me young one, do you know a knight by the name of Bronn?" Reardo asked. The young man shivered, pressing his body tightly to Reardo's, craving his presence.

"I know of no knight by that name, but there is a nobleman... He has a room at the inn, though he rarely ventures out." The young man said, "Please let me help you in your quest." He begged.

"You... are very... kind." Reardo said, giving the young man's lip one small lick before he turned and moved away. The young man fell back against the wall, gasping and moaning, though as he reflected on his brush with passion, a grin crossed his face. Slowly his eyes turned from brown to a bright orange, his goatee grew longer and his ears stretched before his skin took on just a hint of a darker color. He closed his eyes and basked in the glory of being blessed by a demon. Reardo grinned as he walked away, enjoying how easy it was to have fun in such a world.

As much as Reardo enjoyed attention, after a few blocks of the villagers being surprised by his presence, he elected to take a less direct approach to the inn. He moved through the shadows and side streets, noticing even young children taking part in games of chance and raising their profits. There was also a large amount of brothels tucked away... Many of which seemed nice enough for Reardo to want to check on his way out. His days as a knight were practically gone from his memory. There was no point to them when life was so much better... and Reardo knew when Bronn was dealt with that his new life would truly be complete, all ties to the old would be left behind. Most likely that was why Armaros had sent him on his quest.

The demon reached the back door of the valley's inn and knocked on it firmly. There was no answer at first so Reardo decided to entertain himself idly, lifting a hand up into the air. The lanterns hanging outside the door turned from red to orange, growing brighter and dancing about before the door eased open. Standing before Reardo was a woman, one of the few that had remained in the village. Reardo was a bit surprised by this, but no doubt the inn was a significant investment. She gasped softly. Reardo reached to his hip and pulled out a coin purse full of several pounds of gold, handing it to her.

"Tell me of your patrons. Is there a man named Bronn?" Reardo asked. The woman nodded gently.

"Second floor, last room on the end, facing the fields..." She whispered.

"Leave for the day. No harm will come to your inn." Reardo commanded. The woman took a breath before she scurried off, disappearing from sight. Reardo sighed, wishing the inn keeper had been a man, but at the same time it meant one less distraction before his task. He strode into the inn, holding out his hand. The front door lurched and shuddered before its lock slid into place, enchanted so the key would not work. Reardo swatted his hand behind him and the back door likewise sealed. Reardo cast a spell and crystal seemed to form in front of the windows, preventing them from opening as well.

The demon's clawed talons dug into the steps as he ascended to the second floor, moving down the hallway. He passed several rooms, sensing they were empty. In fact, it seemed all of the tenants were downstairs... all but one. Reardo wondered to himself if Bronn had been so selfish as to rent out the upper floor merely so he wouldn't have to deal with anyone. He certainly was terrible at laying low. After taking his time, the demon reached the end of the hall. He reached up and put his clawed fingers around the knob, turning it. The lock resisted for a moment before the tumblers slid into place and the door opened.

The degree of culture and refinement that waited for Reardo on the other side of the door was nearly repugnant. Reardo stepped back at the smells of perfumes and the sight of polished marble and gold... Bronn had filled his room with every trinket and gift he had accumulated over the years to the point of absurdity. He didn't know how to live as a commoner and it really showed. The moment of Reardo's disgust had been just enough for Bronn to realize someone had broken into his room. The former knight stumbled from his bed, backing up to the far wall. His brown hair was feathered and layered with an expensive haircut, his cheeks smooth and perfect. His body was lean and he was trembling. After such a long time, he was face to face with the demon he had faced on Hellion's Pass, Sir Reardo...

"I... I delivered the message, just as you asked." Bronn said, remembering how Reardo had shattered his sword merely by touching it. Reardo smirked.

"I know you did, and that's why you got this much time." Reardo replied.

"This... much?" Bronn asked softly, shrinking against the wall, "Please, please don't kill me..." he whimpered. Reardo nearly laughed.

"You aren't going to be killed. You spent so much time being a pet to the king that we would like your services, though you'll have to be adjusted to suit us." Reardo said.

"I... think I could do that if the... amenities were right." Bronn replied. Reardo chuckled with a dark, menacing sound.

"This isn't a choice. This is your fate, the justice for how you've lived your life." Reardo said, holding his hand up, "Sleep." He commanded. Bronn's eyes rolled into the back of his head and he crumpled to the ground. Reardo moved to pick him up and sling him over his shoulders, moving to carry him out of the inn with a grin on his face.

****

Bronn stirred a bit as his consciousness struggled to reawaken. He felt cold... and hot... and heavy... and light. It was a perplexing feeling until he managed to get his eyes open and saw that the ground was many hundreds of meters below him, glowing with rivers of lava and caked with ash. Bronn yelped, looking above him. Reardo was carrying him, massive leathery wings catching the thermal currents and air, gliding toward the cave near the summit of the volcano. Bronn wanted to complain, to protest, but that surely would have led to his death. When left with no other options, survival was still preferable.

Reardo swooped down and the two entered the mouth of the cave. Reardo set Bronn down with surprising ease before landing himself, his wings shimmering with the absence of light before they seemed to contort to a smaller, more form fitting size. Bronn coughed a bit, though the air was cleaner in the cave than outside. He slowly scrambled to his feet, turning before his eyes came across another demon, a demon he had never seen before... and a demon that made Reardo look like a child.

The arch demon Armaros stood by a pool of lava, warming his clawed fingers over the heat before he turned to face the new visitor to his cave. Armaros' skin was a rich carmine red, the color of blood. Massive wings stretched out behind him with the black feathers of a fallen angel. His hair was raven black as well, dropping down to his shoulders. Bone colored horns rose out of his forehead at forty five degree angles before rising directly up... and his body was covered in bronze colored demonic tattoos swirling and interlocking. His chest was broad, his pectorals firm and his muscles lithe.

Bronn trailed down, following the slope of the demon where his red skin gave way to black scaled legs and strange animalistic feet capped with bird like talons. A long spaded tail wove about the air as if casting a spell, though it only caused enough of a gust of wind to ripple the jeweled bronze loin cloth distended over the demon's manhood. Bronn brought his eyes back up in embarrassment before he accidentally gazed into Armaros' amber yellow eyes. He shivered, feeling more power dripping from the demon than any kind he had ever met.

"Are you sure he is worthy Reardo?" Armaros asked, his voice resonating deep enough to vibrate in the mountain.

"I can be worthy; I can become anything you want." Bronn said quickly, not giving Reardo a chance to say otherwise. Armaros chuckled softly.

"Would you now?" Armaros asked, starting to circle the human, "Would you become a pet at my feet? A hell hound or a gargoyle or a sea spirit to lure in more people to my service?" Armaros asked.

"Y... yes." Bronn said softly, "I love to serve." He said before lowering his head. Armaros paused before he shook his head.

"Even now you are lying. You are trying to figure out how to placate us, to survive long enough to escape... Oh, my... And you already have a story spooled up in your head, to use this to earn back your place." Armaros chuckled, looking to Reardo, "And they say I'm the cunning one." He smirked. Bronn didn't know what to say. He had no defense against someone that could see into his mind. Armaros wasn't content just showing off. He continued to move closer to Bronn, examining him. Armaros smiled, "I see where it started... You were kind to the rich and they gave you trinkets... You realized all you had to do was lie and admire to improve your lot in life. You silver tongued... devil." Armaros chuckled.

"I'm no devil." Bronn whispered. Armaros moved as fast as a lightning flash until he was in front of the former knight.

"Aren't you? Telling the people what they want to hear, making them feel better, giving them what they want for something in turn? You are a model demon..." Armaros said, "You merely haven't been anointed as one." He said, moving back. With Armaros' back turned and Reardo a few meters away, Bronn turned and broke into a sprint, stumbling up into a running stride. He knew it was a futile effort from the start, no one had been able to get near the mountain in months... but he had expected to get a little further. Armaros waved his hand and the stone beneath the knight turned soft. Bronn sunk, falling onto his hands and knees... and then the stone hardened again.

"No..." he whispered in terror, tugging and tugging... But he was held in place on all fours, his face pointed away from the demons, his ass hiked up in the air. Armaros chuckled before waving Reardo on. Reardo swept over, his claws tapping against the stone. He reached down, looping one finger under the collar of Bronn's shirt.

"You stripped me of my good name; you conspired to take my place... You took everything from me. Now I strip you." Reardo said before he drew back. The claw cut through the shirt like tissue paper, revealing Bronn's unblemished back. It was really unlikely he'd done a full day of labor in his life. Armaros moved over to help, though he was having too much fun with his magic. He brought his fingers back and forth, watching as Bronn's pants slowly grew harder and harder, firming up until they were like glass. Then the petrified pants shattered, falling down in a trillion fragments, scattering across the floor. Just seeing him trapped in place, Reardo couldn't help but have his long shaft grow harder and longer, the pointed tip starting to leak his dark, tainted seed. Reardo hissed in delight, collecting some on his clawed finger. He moved over and stretched it down, tracing it across Bronn's shoulders.

Bronn hissed at first from the heat, then from the realization of what had been smeared over his back like butter. The seed sizzled and soaked into his bones with heat before suddenly his skin toughened and his bone s started to stretch. Bronn's lithe shoulders widened a bit, just from a few drops. The former knight looked more masculine than he ever before merely from that one change.

"This is going to be a fun one." Armaros groaned. The two traded sides, the demons exchanging a kiss as they passed each other. Their hands moved around Bronn, removing all vestiges of his clothing until he was bound in stone, held in place. Armaros came up behind the trembling human, removing his loin cloth. Reardo had to resist drooling as he saw his master's shaft, it was so magnificent. Bronn was not to be blessed by the sight, but he would get some benefit from it. Armaros stood over Bronn and began to stroke his shaft, first with one hand and then both.

Soon the arch demon was thrusting back and forth into his hands, swaying over Bronn before he moaned. His searing hot seed began dribbling down, splattering on the small of Bronn's back before running down the cleft of his ass. The seed was like fire and pleasure and pure sensation. Bronn hissed and moaned, writhing as the gooey substance kept pouring. He felt it run down his legs, coating his ass... but it was starting to have a profound effect. At first his ass cheeks merely started to swell, but over time they began to push apart. His tight pink hole began to throb and pulse, darkening to a deeper pink, then almost a tannish brown... and then the muscle retracted for just a moment, as if trying to usher the cum in.

"Oh god!" Bronn howled out in shock. Reardo leaned down.

"He isn't the one to be calling out to..." he whispered. Reardo moved out of sight and Bronn continued to moan and wriggle, but Reardo hadn't gone far. He thrust his cock off wildly with one hand, collecting his leaking seed in the other, imagining all the things they would be doing to the former knight, but Armaros was getting well under way. Where the shower of cum fell, Bronn's body was shifting completely. His hips had widened, his cheeks had parted more and his legs were growing stronger with brand new muscle. More than anything, his tailbone had slowly started pushing out of his hips, separating itself slowly before it started swelling.

Armaros reached down, his fingers caressing the nub. Bronn gasped in new shock as he felt a new part of his body touched for the first time, but before he could inhale much air, Reardo had brought his cum covered hand around Bronn's mouth. Bronn tried to close his lips and spit out the seed, but it was ineffective and far too late. Rich, salty, musky flavors blossomed in his mouth. It was both too strong to bear, and far from being enough. Reardo struggled against the hand against his mouth before he sputtered and coughed, but the white stuff merely ran down his chin, dripping to the stone below.

Bronn coughed and wretched, but with each noise, it was starting to change. Against his will, the human started to rock back and forth on all fours, thrusting himself away form Armaros and then back. His lips started to darken, turning from pink to red, then purple, then almost blue. Bronn's face relaxed some before a long, silver tongue slid out of his mouth. He began to slurp his face clean, licking up the spare cum, savoring the taste. He cleaned his mouth of it, feeling the points of his teeth as they grew sharp before he suddenly felt a new wave of shame.

"No, I can't do this, I am a good man." Bronn hissed, his voice deeper and far less human. Still, with his mouth shut, he only looked sickly as opposed to changed. At least from the front... Armaros brought his pointed demonic shat to Bronn's entrance, teasing the toughened ring of muscle.

"Be a better demon." Armaros said before he pushed forward. Bronn called out in shock as he was spread wide, his fingers digging into his palms, but much to his dismay, it was starting to feel good... The demon speared into the human, leaking cream as it went, his shaft slick with his own juices. Bronn shuddered, feeling it penetrate so deep. Suddenly Armaros shifted his hips, both to increase friction and to slam into the human's prostate. A wickedly intense wave of pleasure shook through his body. Bronn moaned hard, his tail going stiff... and with that flex, it began surging longer. Centimeters of tail spilled out, the flesh darkening and growing firm, turning midnight blue. The bones were all connected by lithe muscle and the flesh at the end suddenly widened, forming a brand new blue spade.

In moments Bronn had gained a tail at least a meter long and the blue pigment spread into his ass cheeks. They firmed up into a tougher hide, flexing a bit before Bronn's tight ring started to actively squeeze and compress around the demon's slick shaft. Armaros howled in bliss before he pulled back and slammed in, starting to move with such ferocity it was as if he was churning butter in the human's ass. Bronn had tried to fight it, then he had tried to hide it, but it felt too good. Years of struggle and strife seemed like nothing compared to pure pleasure. Bronn was starting to grow confused by the mere thought of political power when there was such joy as he was currently experiencing... and he wanted more.

Reardo grinned wide as Bronn's blue lips parted and his silver tongue emerged, stretching out toward him like a snake. Reardo moved forward, feeling the muscled appendage coil and spiral around his shaft. Bronn had to get used to using it, but soon it was compressing and tugging on Reardo, bringing him closer. Bronn eased forward, yearning for the cock before he felt the tip approached his lips. The silver tongue suddenly uncoiled and Bronn thrust his body forward, his blue lips enveloping the pointed head of the shaft.

Deeper in the cave the lava was bubbling more and more as the demons expended their dark energies, the heat washing over them. Where Bronn had yet to be changed the heat was nearly unbearable, but on his blue skin it felt divine, like heaven... ironically. Bronn moaned, his moans vibrating Reardo's shaft. The demon forcefully tangled his claws in the human's hair, holding his head in place as he started to fuck his face. Bronn willingly accepted the cock, trying to move his head and relax his throat.

Reardo was pleased that Bronn's gag reflex was already gone as his shaft bumped and bucked the back of his throat before he started to gain access to the deeper depths. Reardo thrust harder and harder, sliding into Bronn's throat, distending the flesh around it... and soon he and his master fell into a rhythm. Bronn bounced back and forth between the cock in his ass and the one in his throat, both oozing seed. Bronn's entire lower half was nearing completion, covered in tough blue hide with a magnificent spaded tail. Even his feet ached and throbbed in the stone, growing larger, his toenails hardening and sinking into his toes before emerging from the tips as claws that started cutting through the stone.

While Armaros was truly more powerful, Reardo was strong in his own right. The blue had spread from Bronn's lips, moving down his chin and neck, spreading across his cheeks. His nipples had darkened as well, then his shoulder blades, though they were a far fainter blue for the moment. As the blue moved around the changing man's waist, it swept down his shaft. Armaros' tail seemed to sense the change and slipped under Bronn's stomach, caressing his firming muscled abs before it caressed the man's shaft.

Bronn gave a muffled moan into Reardo's groin as his cock was toyed with. The spaded tail of the arch demon caressed and fondled Bronn's meat, creating a strange sensation. Bronn had grown hard at all of the sex and musk, but it felt as if he was growing erect all over again. It was nearly painful and oh so good, but it seemed the new blood flowing into his manhood was causing it to stretch longer and thicker. Every time the rough edge of Armaros' tail would bump and slide on the shaft, it would develop demonic ridges and bumps. Then the spade would coil around the meat, squeezing Bronn's mushroom shaped tip into something more tapered and pointed.

Soon Bronn was throwing his body around in three directions, trying to hump the tail in desperation. His balls descended lower and swelled bigger, filling out his sack more. He could feel his balls churning new demon seed, forcing the last of his human out of the way. Bronn shuddered as his cock pulsed and white cream dripped out before thicker, slightly yellow semen surged out, splattering across Armaros' tail and the ground below. With his human cum out of him, the demonic taint seemed to spread even faster. It spilled across his back and climbed up the tight muscles of his abs, sweeping across his chest and deepening the blue of his shoulders. The color moved over the top of his shoulder like a shirt.

Seeing how far the color was getting, Reardo took his hands off of Bronn's head and started to trace his claws down the man's arms. The blue color followed his fingers, though everywhere the claws teased the flesh, the blue grew lighter and lighter until it was a brilliant metal flake silver color, contrasting with his deep, dark blue skin like snow on a frozen lake at midnight. The dark blue filled in the gaps and reached the ends of his hands. His fingers stretched longer before claws nearly exploded from the tips and his hands exploded out of the stone confines. The rocks scattered apart, cracking above his legs as well until Bronn was merely kneeling in a slight pit, being reamed in both ends by the demons.

As much as Bronn was enjoying himself, there was a mounting pressure in his head growing more intense by the second... At first he thought it was a migraine, but the pain started focusing on four spots... Spots that were swelling up from his skull... but that pain was nothing compared to the sudden pain wrenching in his back. His skin rippled and contorted as long, new bones slipped beneath his flesh. They swept one way and then the other, new ones forming and connecting, stretching the skin before the skin started to change. Two long limb-like protrusions lifted away from Bronn's back, but the skin didn't split. If anything, it grew tougher.

It was clear to Reardo and Armaros that Bronn was getting his wings. The bones pulled the flesh out into leather surfaces to catch the winds. Every time Bronn extended them it was like a workout, but it also was like a drug. He stretched them wider and wider until the buzz in his mind faded and they folded back and out of the way instinctively. Sadly, this plunged Bronn back into the midst of his pain. His face wrenched up from it as he groaned and grunted around Reardo's cock. His nose shifted, growing a bit pointier. His ears throbbed and stretched, his cheek bones became more angular... But the pain was so intense. He had to stop it.

One clawed, blue hand reached up. Bronn brought the tip of his claw to the center of one of the pressure points and tried to puncture the skin, but instead his claw came to a dead stop. A drop of dark blood leaked out before a silver piece of bone began emerging through the gap. Across his head, three more points broke the surface. Four horns were emerging. The front two were medium sized, curving back along the slope of the skull. The two directly behind them were little more than nubs. The blue pigment spreading up his face sped up, sweeping under his hair... hair that grew darker quickly, turning to black in moments.

Bronn clenched his eyes shut in pure bliss for several moments, though even they started to tingle and throb. When he opened them once more, his eyes had turned solid black. In his mouth, his long silver tongue coiled around Reardo's cock and started to squeeze and constrict. Reardo gasped, grabbing onto one of Bronn's horns like a handle. He resumed his thrusting at full force, unable to hold back. Armaros had never even tried. The two demonic cocks speared into Bronn with frightening regularity, shaking his very soul loose.

The last of Bronn's human flesh disappeared, replaced with his dark blue hide. The new demon shuddered and moaned, though it seemed his change wasn't quite over. Armaros grabbed Bronn's ass with his claws, grunting and moaning before he lifted his head and howled, the entire volcano shaking. The hot demon seed flowed into Bronn's ass and filled his body with the heat. His entire body shuddered before his hips, and legs bulked out with muscle, then his ribs and chest. Even his wings bulked up. His arms bulged and his face pushed forward a bit.

Reardo gasped as he felt Bronn's jaw stretch around his cock, his nose pushing down toward his upper lip a bit. IT seemed that Bronn had gained a slight muzzle and a muscled body that would look good on all fours or on his hind legs. Bronn's humanity was being washed away. His mind had already been replaced by a subservient pleasure seeker, something that Reardo was sure he'd enjoy... but he was enjoying things already so much that he knew it wouldn't be a problem. Reardo panted and moaned before he called out as well, unleashing a second load of cum deep into Bronn. Bronn guzzled it down greedily, his tail whipping about... but his body kept going.

It seemed Bronn had been turned into the perfect servant. His mouth and ass milked the two demons, pulling all of their seed from them and teasing them until they were soft. At last Armaros pulled out of Bronn and Reardo did as well. The blue demon flexed and stretched before yawning a bit. He moved over to nuzzle Reardo's groin before rising onto two legs, standing just a bit taller than the others, though it was clear that he served them loyally.

"Reardo the red, how does it feel to fully corrupt your own?" Armaros asked with a grin.

"Fantastic... And it is all thanks to you." Reardo said, bowing his head. Armaros chuckled, shaking his head.

"Unlike Bronn here, you made a choice... You chose this life, and that's why you'll always have a high place in my kingdom... Bronn here though, you're happy just to be near power, aren't you?" Armaros asked, scratching Bronn's blue chin. The demon panted happily, moaning. Armaros turned and moved back into the cave. Bronn dropped onto all fours, chasing after the arch demon before he paused, looking back at Reardo. Reardo gazed out of the cave for a moment across the countryside and the great sea, grinning at all he saw before him. Then he turned and caught up to Bronn, walking with him deeper into the Volcano to plan their next step toward ultimate victory.