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Hellion Pass Written by Leo_Todrius Commissioned by Reardo

A chilling wind blew down the slope of the mountain, particles of snow and ash drifting together to fall in gray heaps. Snaps of wind would whip them up again, sending them down to settle somewhere else, all while whistling as a warning to any foolish enough to attempt to climb to the summit... warning the brave knight Reardo as he ascended. Much like the barren gray rock around him, Reardo's armor was almost completely colorless. The filigree and embellishments had been removed to give him more of a chance to ascend unnoticed and the metal itself was focused more on protecting life than being stylish. Still, Reardo wore it well and handled his broad sword even better.

Despite the weight of the armor, his armored feet came down in near silence. It was an effort to climb a mountain in armor, but the life of a knight was never easy... especially for Reardo. Despite his life of service to king and country, he had not escaped the scrutiny of the inquisitioners over the years. Even now the cold had sunk into his bones where the church had tested him for heresy. The accusations had been lifted and Reardo had never faltered. He was a man devoted to his quest, no matter the cost...

Piercing blue eyes gazed through the gap in the armor over his face, surveying the path ahead of him. After a perilous climb he was narrowing in on his target, the cave of the demon Armaros. While all of god's servants had read the holy scripture mentioning Armaros' as one of the twenty leaders of two hundred fallen angels, none in the kingdom had ever anticipated that such a demon lived at the edge of their lands... not until the demon had started exerting his influence. The long lasting peace of the lands had been disrupted, replaced wit thievery and debauchery. An entire generation of youth had resorted to banditry... there was no doubt the demon was at fault and he had to be dealt with... and Reardo was the one to deal with him.

As the ground leveled out, Reardo advanced toward the edge of the cave, bringing his sword up. Despite himself, Reardo was both surprised and relieved as the harsh wind and cold died away... in its place was a sultry warmth emanating from the cave beyond... No doubt he was in the right place. Reardo moved ahead into the cave, keeping his eyes wide and his sword ready. While the ascent had been colorless and cold, the cave seemed the complete opposite. The cave walls were veined with oranges and browns, amber stone and agate... even the pebbles were strange colors from crimsons to turquoise. It was beautiful in a way, but no doubt they had been influenced by some strange magic... and Reardo would not stand for it.

Advancing into the cave had been fairly easy, the ground was level and the cave walls were smooth... though the path was winding and the heat only grew stronger. Reardo had briefly considered how it might have made foolish people in the past believe there were such things as dragons... Silly superstition that distracted from the realities of evil demons. The cave began widening, opening up into a larger cavern. The area was spacious, the outer walls all but spiraling deeper into a pit in the center where a dull orange light glowed. Reardo advanced, his shadow stretching out behind him... though it wasn't the only shadow. The knight took a step, then another, the paused. He listened carefully, took another step... and then swung his sword around with all his might. The blade clashed against rock, narrowly missing the figure that dove out of the way.

Pebbles scattered as the demon avoided the glancing blow, rolling before springing back up to his full height... which happened to be more than a full head taller than Reardo. Despite preparing for years to fight the likes of demons, the creature before him made the breath freeze in his lungs. Armaros was tall, his shoulders strong. His pectoral muscles were defined, his arms built with a fair bit of muscle... But it wasn't the brute force muscle tat Reardo had... though the fact that Reardo could pick out so much muscle was almost scandalous. Armaros wasn't clad I anything but a jeweled loincloth, the bronze colored fabric hanging down before him. It complimented the deep dark red skin that covered his body, contrasting with the sweeping black hair cascading over his shoulders and the wide black feathered wings of a fallen angel... though his time on Earth had certainly brought him closer to his underworld inspiration. The red skin on his forehead was disrupted by two sharp boney horns that jutted out at an angle before rising up.

Reardo looked the demon over, eyes moving from the horns to the demonic symbols scrawled on his arms in black to where his red legs tapered off into blackened scales covering almost bird like taloned feet. Long, curved claws dug into the dirt, holding the demon aloft while a spaded red tail whipped around behind him. The demon slowly grinned, his ivory white teeth contrasting with his amber yellow eyes. Reardo forced himself to step back, bringing his sword up again. He took a deep breath before continuing.

"By proclamation of the king, demon, you are here by banished from these lands... lest I be forced to slay you. Reardo commanded. The demon let out a single smirk, then a chuckle before he gave a full laugh.

"You, slay me? If I don't give up this cave that I have owned for more centuries than your kingdom has had a name? I am afraid I will have to test your mettle knight, to see if you are worthy..." Armaros said, a serpentine tongue darting out before licking his face.

Reardo growled in dismay, charging. The spaded tail whipped around, slamming into the blade. Sparks scattered in every direction as the two clashed. Reardo looked at the tail, realizing tit was nicked and gouged, having fought many battles. Reardo pulled back, blocking the tails slash at him before they were back in their first position. The knight wasn't to be outdone. He slashed, he swung, he arched his blade. The demon deflected it each time, but even his tail wasn't strong enough to send it back the way it had come. The demon was losing ground, backing up toward the steps. Reardo realized their trajectory a moment after the demon did, trying to push him toward the pit in the center. Even if the fall down the hoe didn't kill him, it certainly would have helped. Reardo kept advancing, making slash after slash... though the demon was starting to use other tricks to stay out of harm's way.

A careful duck under a slash of the sword gave Armaros the chance to slash back. The tail swung around, proving it was as hard as a blade as it scored the metal armor of the Knight, leaving a long gash. Clawed hands slashed out, emitting sparks from the metal armor though one tiny claw tip made it through the joint, puncturing the skin beneath. Reardo let out only a grunt, refusing to acknowledge further damage. The two descended down the spiraling stairs, the heat and gasses wafting up from the molten rock below. As much as it seemed Reardo had the upper hand, Armaros was letting the knight push the fight to precisely where he wanted to be. While the demon managed to land several lows on the knight, making mince meat of his armor, Reardo was not without victories of his own. The Knight's blade caught the crimson flesh, letting loose a blackish-red blood from the wound that ran down the blade, dripping from the hilt. Another gash came across the demons ribs as he pulled away before the knight could break them. No matter the demon's intentions, the two were rather evenly matched.

Step by step, the others exchanged blow for blow. A metal glove fell, cut from the rest of the armor. A talon broke from the demon's hand, clattering to the ground. Human blood and demon blood splattered to the steps alike. While the spiral staircase could be blamed for part of their matching moves, the two had complimentary strength to match each other. Armaros had to grudgingly admit to himself that Reardo was better trained than most of the knights he had ever seen... the white cross formed into Reardo's steel chest plate infuriated the demon to the point he had to take action. With a roar, Armaros jutted out his arm, putting his hand to the knight's chest. The hand began sizzling, the cross melted away. Reardo jumped back before the demon could melt through his armor, watching frantically as a red metal handprint glowed for a moment before cooling. The cross was obliterated, a clawed handprint left in its place. This only infuriated Reardo into action, the knight lunging. The demon was caught off guard and knocked back, the two tumbling and rolling down the last few steps before skidding across the floor of another cavern.

While the two grappled, the source of the orange light became obvious. At the bottom of the pit in the center of the spiral stone stairs was a pool of molten rock, cool enough that the surface was thickened but still glowing brightly. The ambiance was lost on the two as they fought and struggled, grunting. Reardo had managed to pin the demon to the ground for the moment, the weight of the armor assisting him. Armaros grunted, using his strength to bash at the Knight's hand. Reardo struggled to keep his sword but it soon fell from his hand, skidding toward the pool of molten rock. While it stopped just short of falling in, the metal began to heat up enough to slowly start melting. The fine blade started to grow jagged, the hilt becoming twisted. Reardo grunted as he felt claws puncturing through his armor, heading right for his guts. The only way to avoid being impaled was to pull off of the demon but Armaros rolled with the knight, ending up on top. It was now Reardo who was pinned by both the demon and the weight of his armor. The demon hissed happily, yellow eyes gazing in to where Reardo's piercing blue eyes were. He reached, snatching the helmet off of the knight's head, tossing it. The helmet slid across the ground, moving right past the sword before toppling into the magma, a shimmering pool of metal melting across the top.

With the helmet gone, Armaros was free to look upon the knight's face. He was slightly short for the knights of the day, though taller than the peasants. He had skin as light as a rose, his hair having faded to an ashy gray like the mountain itself. Even pinned, Reardo's confidence shone from his face. The demon looked him over before pausing, noticing a mark on the knight's neck, an old scar. A short laugh came from the demon, then several more before he grinned his fanged grin again, leaning in. His forked tongue emerged to slather at the scar. The flesh began to tingle, growing warm at once.

"What are you doing, foul beast?!" Reardo declared.

"It is ironic that they sent a knight to stop a demon when the church does not even trust the knight... What crime did they test you for? Did you murder a child? Did you steal from the coffers? Did you perform witchcraft?" The demon growled happily.

"I was guilty of nothing! I am loyal to the church and the king!" Reardo said, pulling his neck away from the demon. The demon's head weaved one way and then the other before he leaned in nose to nose against the human. He sniffed at the demon before smiling again, a bead of saliva falling into the human's mouth.

"Order, resolution, duty... Oh yes, you have been a very good knight. You didn't harm anyone that didn't deserve it, but what else is here?" The demon whispered. The knight struggled to push the demon off, to no avail. The red skinned beast moved, sniffing at the other side of the Knight's neck before licking it slowly, "Oh yes! The victim of rumor, the claims of heresy... You were guilty of what they claimed... but not of what they charged. Here it is, buried in your soul, the kernel of desire... Oh I love desire... What is it that you desire knight?" The demon asked happily.

"To see your blood flow down my sword..." Reardo grunted. The demon chuckled.

"We could arrange to have something flow down your 'sword' if that's what you really want." He murmured, looking into the human's eyes deeply. The demon was fascinated. At last he grinned wide again, "More... That's it, just more. Oh, I can give you so much more. More power, more station, more pleasure." The demon said, sitting up, straddling the human. Reardo moved to get up but the claws slashed into every bit of his armor. The arms were cut off at the shoulder and torn off, tossed into the pool. His metal pants were diced apart... Soon Reardo was wearing nothing but the torn cloth beneath and the chest plate with the demon's hand print. Reardo panted softly, looking up at the demon.

"What... are you going to do to me?" He asked, his heart racing in trepidation.

"I am going to give you... more... if you join me." The demon whispered, reaching to caress the knight's head, claws sliding through his gray hair. Reardo tried to resist, tried to fight back... he was about to spit in the face of the demon, but the words and the saliva stopped in his mouth. He couldn't do it. Reardo's face clenched up, his body shaking. The demon cooed, "No, don't be sad human, you are being truly strong now... throwing off the shackled, living for yourself. Join me knight, give yourself to me." Armaros whispered. His wings flared wide, the feathers shimmering as they began reforming into leathery appendages. The wings came down, brushing against Reardo's shoulders before slipping beneath him. In moments Reardo was enveloped in the warm flesh, embraced by the demon.

"How can I turn my back on my people? My duty?" Reardo asked, all but trembling in the demon's clutches. The demon nuzzled the knight's exposed neck.

"How can you not? They suspected you, they forced you to endure such terrible things, they held you back for so long..." The demon murmured, "I will never harm you again... and I can give you so much, just for saying... yes." He whispered. Reardo's heart was racing. He didn't know what to say. The demon decided to push it one step further, "Especially considering that they didn't trust you enough to complete your quest." He let slip. Reardo froze.

"What?" He asked quietly. The demon nodded gently.

"There is a paladin coming up the mountain, one sent to pick up the cause should you fail. They didn't even wait for you to get here before they dispatched someone else. It seems like if they wanted you to have help; they would have sent the human with you rather than after you... You are not some token to cast away..." Armaros whispered. Reardo's eyes grew cold and distant. He didn't have to wonder or question the demon; he knew he was speaking the truth.

"Bronn... He would have volunteered; he would do anything for the crown... or the crown's boot. He managed to gain the notoriety of fifteen noble houses in the time it took me to complete my duties as a squire, all through skullduggery and crooked brown nosing. No doubt he is here to take my place at the grand table." Reardo all but hissed.

"Then teach him a lesson, show that you are the master. You did your duty and were punished for it, he won't get off any lighter." Armaros whispered. Reardo let the words bounce around in his brain, replaying over and over again. What did he have to lose? He had no family, he obviously wasn't respected or trusted... they had sent him to die in the far fetched chance he survived. Reardo closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. Armaros leaned in, nuzzling the human's neck, that sinful tongue flickering out again, "It won't all be for revenge Reardo. It won't all be for just your gains. I will ensure that you live a long, amazing life... your mind cannot fathom the pleasures that await you... nor what you could be capable of, all you have to do is say-"

"Yes." Reardo said softly. The demon froze, surprised. Reardo opened his eyes, the blue gaze boring into the demon's eyes, "Yes." He repeated. The demon grinned in glee, his tail all but flailing in delight. Armaros slowly withdrew his wings behind his back and climbed all the way off of the human, standing just before his feet. His amber eyes peered over every inch of the knight before he nodded to himself.

"Kneel." The demon instructed. Reardo moved, cambering up and turning around to face Armaros. He moved, lowering onto his knees, holding his chest upright. The stone was hard on his knees but it felt right, being there before a truly magnificent entity. The demon began circling the knight, his red body soaking in the light and heat from the molten stone. Reardo's eyes never left the demon's... at least until the demon's hand lowered. His long claws curled in his bronze loin cloth, gripping it tightly before giving it a tug. The cloth fell away, revealing what was beneath.

Ringed by a thick layer of black hair and above plump, orange sized balls... was a massive member that was quickly rising to attention. The crimson red shaft was long, thick, and tapered to a point. Ridges ringed part of the shaft, all designed to inflict pleasure in the mate while getting as deeply as possible. It was larger than any Reardo had seen, though not by much... Reardo gazed up at Armaros in hesitation.

"What must I do?" He asked softly.

"Feed from me, nourish what you will become." Armaros replied, grinning. A thick dollop of clear liquid began leaking from the tip, thick precum. Reardo leaned forward, hesitant but entirely willing. His lips parted, his heart fluttering. He had not yet entered his third decade of life, but he felt like an anxious teenager once again. Slowly Reardo extended his tongue, stretching it to the tapered cock head before him. The fleshy extension seemed to hover in mid air for a long moment wavering a fraction of a centimeter away before at last they touched.

A flash of heat spread through Reardo's mouth like liquid cinnamon, the heat soon spreading into his body. His skin began tingling all over, but the sensation that Reardo had the hardest time explaining or resisting was not the heat or tingling, it was the sudden and immense hunger. He thrust his head forward, his lips parting as the pointed shaft slid into his mouth. The knight threw himself into worshipping the red cock, one hand reaching up to coil around the shaft, giving it a squeeze as his head continued to advance around the demonic meat. His first movements were furtive, hesitant, restrained... but as he felt the heat radiating out of the flesh, he simply couldn't resist.

Armaros' obsidian claws tangled in Reardo's unique silver hair, guiding his head back and forth. The demon tried to restrain himself but soon he moaned and grunted, sliding back and forth, thrusting into the knight's face. Reardo met each thrust eagerly, his tongue slathering over the demon's member until it glistened with thickening saliva. Little by little, Reardo's body was starting to change without him even knowing it... though Armaros could even feel how the knight was putting his growing, stretching tongue to use. It was time to fully induct him.

With one clawed hand tangled in his hair, Reardo writhed gently in awe as the other moved down below his plate armor to begin cutting into the last vestiges of his clothing. Tattered shreds fell to the ground, littering it almost like a nest. Even the cloth under the chest plate had been removed, leaving the metal to hang over his muscled physique, but not the hardening length of manhood extending from his groin. Armaros began reaching lower, fingers teasing and rubbing at Reardo's shaft, helping encourage it to rise to full mast. The blood pooled in, making it harder and harder. Armaros purred in pleasure, lifting his head before letting out a fanged grunt of delight.

Reardo only had a moment to sense that something had changed, that the shaft was all but quivering in his mouth before the sudden rush of hot, sizzling, tingling salty fluid began rushing into his mouth. It coursed across his tongue, the flesh spilling out much longer. It washed over his teeth, the white nubs forming into sharp, deadly fangs. As it washed into his body it was also washing into his soul, flooding its way through whatever vestiges of morality he had and filling him with a demonic thirst. Reardo began gulping at the seed greedily, wanting to swallow every drop. His throat pulsed as he tried, gulping and guzzling the seed... but his efforts weren't enough, the cum was just too much. The silky slime began leaking out of his mouth around the red shaft, spilling down his chin. Where the cum coursed, his skin began to change color. The pale white was becoming a rich pink, then a light red... then a much darker red. Soon Reardo's chin was even darker burgundy than Armaros, but still the flow did not stop.

While the cum dripped from Reardo's chin to drip under the collar of his chest plate and stain the skin there, the cum filling his belly was starting to trigger changes throughout the rest of his body. Each gulp seemed to strip a bit of Reardo's humanity away from him. The piercing blue eyes of the knight seemed to become even more intense, becoming so icy that they were practically white. His well filed fingernails began growing longer, jagged, ragged and thick, stretching out to points while the quick filled in, turning as hard as the rest. The chest plate began to groan, the chest it was protecting was stretching out beneath it.

Armaros watched in eager anticipation as Reardo's shoulders grew much wider, his arms swelling with muscle. The veins on his biceps and triceps pulsed in time with his heart, carrying more and more tainted demonic blood through his body. Soon his arms looked as if they had been burned by the sun, but the red there became more and more intense before settling to the same dark color that his chest had become. Despite the staining effects of the red, tiny wispy white hairs were pushing out on Reardo's chin, forming a patch of grayish white fuzz that matched that on his head. Even while the rest of his skin changed, his hair was remaining the same.

A happy grunt came from Reardo as he suddenly relaxed his throat and let his demonic master's shaft slide easily down it. Armaros howled happily, watching the human's throat bulge with the presence of such an intruder. Still, Armaros wasn't about to turn down a good time. He began pulling back and thrusting in, burying his demonic shaft to the hilt in Reardo's face, all while the man changed. Reardo's toenails began dragging against the rock, making a louder and louder sound as it persisted. While he was wriggling his toes in pleasure, the sound came not from that but rather from the fact that the knight's legs were stretching. Centimeters at a time, he was picking up height. Even his spine was growing longer, his dark red abdomen becoming much longer before filling in with eight pack abdominals.

What had started as a stain had spread out. The coloring of the knights arms met that on his chest and stomach, more spilling over his shoulders and down his back. The red spread out across his face, looking like a rash where it contacted the pale skin, but in moments it looked as if he had been poured into a mold as molten rock and hadn't fully cooled. The red crept up into his hairline, disappearing beneath the gray. Reardo began moaning more elaborately than before as he began to sense more... His eyes had already adjusted, letting him pick up every detail even in the dark cave... but now his ears were hearing better too. He strained to hear the beating of his master's heart, the flow of the earth beneath his feet, even the spurts of cock splashing into his skull, all while his rounded ears began to stretch and morph, pushing into points, growing taller.

The skin on the former knight's feet began to crackled and harden, the red skin tapering off into red scales similar to his master's. The toes stretched out, the arch grew taller and toenails spread out, capping the digits and becoming long curved talons that dominated the demonic feet. All the while a painful throbbing had been spreading into Reardo's spine, starting at his tailbone and stretching up, aching with the intensity of a glowing red iron beneath his flesh. When he thought he could take no more, the changing human tried to stretch away from the pain, to arch his back... and the pain ended at once. A long, strong tail peeled away from his back, arching down and swinging around as it fleshed out even more before a sharp, armored spade formed on the tip, but his back was far from changing.

Just as the tail had peeled off from Reardo's back, two more appendages were extending. They appeared almost like arms to be unfolding and flexing, stretching out, but each tugged flesh along with it. Reardo's smooth and muscled back was disrupted as the extensions spread out, the leathery wings unfurling. Sharp spikes emerged from the tallest points of the wings as they spread and bent. Reardo was in heaven, or at least what he would have called that before being corrupted... but there was something he wanted far more than a good meal, he wanted a good fill. The former knight pulled back, letting the demonic cum splash over his red face and soak into his gray hair. The skin on his temples began swelling, a painful pressure building on either side... but he didn't care. He needed a far different kind of relief.

Armaros watched in amusement as the cum splattered human turned around away from Armaros, his wings moving to balance him as he dropped onto all fours, lifting his hips high. His demonic tail lifted, his ass cheeks parting. The demon gazed at that tight, strong pucker for only a moment before his resolve faded. Even as he sprayed his seed onto Reardo's ass, his pointed shaft pushed through the ring and he thrust deep. Reardo was pushed forward onto his elbows by the power of it but that only made him enjoy it all the more. Reardo waited for Armaros to pull back and then as the demon thrust forward, Reardo thrust back. The two collided and the knight's swelling sack slapped forward and back. The two worked in perfect unison again and were rewarded with a colossal bout of pleasure again.

The movements were powerful, focused, and they seemed to be having a strange effect on Reardo. Each thrust into his ass seemed to be forcing some sort of imaginary substance into his body, the pressure building in the bulges on his forehead. The pain was mounting but still the human didn't care. Pain would give way to pleasure, that was the way of his life now. Reardo dared to lift one arm, moving to coil his fingers around his pathetically human cock beneath him. The clawed fingers squeezed and groped it, but soon Reardo's hands seemed to be shaping it. Each stroke, each squeeze stretched it out as it grew as dark red as the rest of his body. He pinched the mushroom shaped head of his cock, squeezing it out into a point like all demons should have, fondling the shaft to work bumps and groves into it to pleasure his victims... though he certainly didn't feel like a victim at the mercy of Armaros.

While Armaros had expended a good deal of seed feeding the new recruit, he could feel a second orgasm building quickly. He decided to make the most of it while he still could. The demon shifted his hips, using his sensitive flesh to hone in on Reardo's prostate. In a single instant the new demon's body filled with a wave of pleasure, then another, then another. Each thrust was like liquid gold in his veins, he never wanted it to stop. The hand on his shaft worked more wildly than ever before and his lips parted to release one obscenity of delight after another. There was no stopping him... or his orgasm.

The sound of a hot rush of cum splattering messily on the stone was too distinct to miss and it turned Armaros on even more. He tried to restrain himself but even the resolve of a demon could not be tempered. He lifted his head to the sky and let out a yowl of pleasure that echoed high up the pit back to the main cave. The cock in Reardo's ass pulsed before the incredibly thick rush of sperm was released. Like a tsunami of lava, the cum flowed into his ass and flowed through his body, cementing the last of Reardo's changes. The bumps on his forehead split as massive black horns slid out, curving up high above his head.

The tuft of hair on his chin grew longer, his hair stretched out longer, his claws were longer and his shaft was much longer. His muscles began expanding again but a glowing light surrounded the metal chest plate, causing it to spread out wider as well. Some of the last cum that had been hanging on his face dripped down onto a shoulder as he moved. The cream began sizzling, leaving a black demonic symbol on the flesh as a tattoo. Several others started to appear down his arms as his sharp talons flexed.

"Master!" Reardo moaned out, his voice far deeper than before. His long snake-like tongue whipped out, licking his own face clean before it stretched past his body to lick Armaros' face. Armaros grunted happily in delight, letting his lips part long enough for their tongues to touch. Even having spent a second load, Armaros was still thrusting a bit, churning his cum in Reardo's body... though more seed was leaking from his ass with each thrust than remained inside. At last the demon panted in exhausted, shuddering.

"It is done, another soul has been claimed by Hellion pass... but there is still one more task to do, your revenge is at hand." Armaros whispered, sliding his shaft out of the new demon's ass. Reardo rose back up onto all fours, turning around before he licked the demon's shaft clean with one last tongue lashing and suck. Reardo gave a deadly grin full of fangs before he turned and pushed off with all his might. His massive form sprung over the molten pool, his claws slicing easily into the rock. He clung to the side of the cave shaft, hanging from the stone before he began climbing with blinding speed. Hopping from one side to the other, Reardo moved up the steps that had taken minutes to descend in mere seconds. His clawed hands gripped the upper surface and he lunged out, filling the space over the pit before landing on all fours. His enhanced smell detected an intruder and he lunged, shooting out from the cave like a bullet.

There had been no warning at all, no sound and no smell. A blast of scalding hot air erupted from the cave a split second before the massive shadowy red figure did, sending Bronn toppling back. One armored hand kept a firm grip of his sword, the other clutching at the rock. The paladin's legs slipped off of the edge before he came to a stop, his weighted chest armor keeping him balanced. Bronn clung to the cliff's edge desperately, hoisting himself back up, eyes looking to see what manner of explosion had taken place. Bronn's eyes met no debris, no collapse, no land slide... only the towering, muscled form of an entirely naked demon. Saliva glistened on wicked fangs, pointed ears picked up every sound, flowing smooth ashen gray hair matched the colorless mountain as if the beast truly belonged. Bronn looked at the beast's horns, claws, talons and wings, a grin crossing his face as adrenaline shot through his body. He pulled himself to his feet and brought up his sword.

"Alas, foul spirit... You no doubt found the last human a tasty morsel, but I will prove to be a far more bitter pill!" Bronn declared, swinging his sword. Reardo snorted, heat escaping his nostrils before he caught the sword between the claws of his hand.

"Bronn, you will never learn... It was I who found the demon tasty..." He said, a wicked smile crossing his lips as he squeezed down. The claws punctured the sword, the blade exploding into tiny shards that rained down across the ground. Bronn winced at the sword's destruction but he had already been hit by a far more deadly weapon, shock.

"Sir... Reardo?" he asked, his voice trembling. Reardo grinned, tugging the hilt out of Bronn's hand before casting it aside, taking a bold step forward.

"Yes, Sir Reardo... Reardo the untrusted, Reardo the persecuted... They sent you before I even had a chance to prove myself." Reardo hissed, his arms spreading out, the demonic handprint on his armor glowing.

"But, but the king, he sent me to ensure that you... would... be safe! Yes, that you would be safe!" Bronn said quickly. Reardo chuckled, stepping forward again until Bronn was standing on the very edge of the cliff. The paladin tried not to fall, using his hands to balance himself. He whimpered in fear.

"If you were to keep me safe you would have been sent with me, at my side, brothers in arms. Even now you lie to serve yourself, but you cannot serve two masters... and neither can I. I have chosen my fate and am rewarded for it. You and the king have chosen yours." Reardo whispered. He leaned just a bit forward, Bronn leaned just a bit back... and threw off his balance. Bronn let out a scream as he started to fall but Reardo's clawed hands grabbed the paladin by the armor and flung him back onto the safety of the ledge. Bronn slid and slammed into the rock wall, coming to an abrupt stop before he coughed, panting hard as he recovered from the fear of nearly falling off of the mountain. After some time he looked up at Reardo.

"Why... save me?" he whispered softly. Reardo smirked.

"You are to deliver a message to the king, the church, and the master of the order; your fates have been sealed, you will all face the wrath of Reardo the red... Prepare yourselves." Reardo said, his voice full of the power he had always secretly longed for. With his message delivered, Reardo turned, heading back into the cave slowly. Bronn trembled.

"Wh... Where are you going?" He called after the one that had once been a fellow knight. There was a chuckle from within the cave even after Reardo had disappeared from sight.

"To service my master until your message has been delivered. Now go, unless you want me to make your journey back down the mountain an even shorter one." Reardo growled. Bronn forced himself up to his feet, moving to scramble helplessly back the way he had come, his pale form blending into the ash and snow of Hellion pass.