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Hellion Valley Written by Leo_Todrius Commissioned by Reardo

The skies were dark and grey and light particles were falling to the valley floor... but it wasn't snow, it wasn't even winter. It was a light ash fall from the mountain that had unleashed its fury, coating the village roofs and choking the fields. Goats bleated as they ran through the streets, women sweeping the ash away from their houses. It was another in a long line of annoyances that the people had to put up with after the king had gone to war with the demon Armaros those fateful few years ago. It had become even more of a futile effort after Hellion's Pass had become nothing but a slope covered with oozing lava, inaccessible to the knights that had tried to slay the demon there.

One of the goats strayed, moving around behind a row of houses to where a band of teenagers had gathered... or more accurately, three teenagers had surrounded the fourth. Michael stood, pinned into a corner of the castle walls, his dishwater blond hair tinged gray from the falling ash, his fair pale cheeks showing the conditions the villagers were forced to live in. His clothes were green cloth and brown leather, fairly nice for a village boy... at least before they had all started taking sides. Many donned the white and silver vestments of the archbishop; many more took on the mantle as servants of Armaros... Michael was surrounded by the latter.

Daniel, Jacob and Samuel had all been fine boys... The sons of the baker, the blacksmith and a farmer... Now they were proverbial sons of the demon. All had grown to be over six feet tall, arms and bodies covered with strong muscle. They were garbed in red and black leather, long straps holding sword sheaths to their backs. Daniel's hair seemed to stand up in spikes with a will of its own, his upper lip covered with the soft fuzz of his first mustache. Daniel's once long brown hair was so short and dark that it blended in seamlessly to the short bushy beard he now possessed, no sign of where one ended and the other began. Samuel's hair had been blond, but for some reason in the past few weeks it had turned a hellish red, a long red tuft of a goatee hanging down from his chin. As if the three hadn't been intimidating enough, each held their long, thick shafts in their hands, amber eyes looking to Michael.

"It's more amazing than you could realize..." Ethan said, trying to encourage the youth.

"The strength, the glory..." Jacob added.

"You can have anything you want... and it's just so easy." Daniel added.

"I don't know... I mean, my family... they still can use my help." Michael shifted nervously.

"But this is a higher calling, beyond family, beyond kingdoms... Join us." Daniel said. The end of his cock began to drip a yellowed precum, a musky scent filling the air. Soon Jacob and Samuel's shafts were dripping just as much. Michael shifted, contemplating an escape before Samuel flicked his cock. The juices splattered the boy's face, a drop touching his tongue. Michael gasped, his eyes going wide as the salty manly taste tainted his tongue. He soon licked his face clean before he dropped to his knees, hungrily wrapping his lips around Daniel's cock. The boy's head began bobbing back and forth, taking more and more into his mouth. Daniel slipped gloved fingers into Michael's blond hair, holding his head tight, moving him back and forth eagerly. Samuel and Jacob grunted in delight at seeing their leader claiming another and their cocks soon started spraying their demonic tainted seed onto Michael. From high above the roof, yellow eyes watched in intrigue as the youth corrupted another. Reardo grinned, seeing his master's work perpetuating itself.

Daniel moaned, his cock pulsing before his true cum started to emerge. Michael gulped it down greedily, his own manhood growing long and hard. As he guzzled the seed down, his body began to take on the taint. The invisible soft peach fuzz hairs on Michael's upper lip turned dark, first to dishwater blond and then to dark brown. The hair on his head likewise darkened as the last elements of youth seemed to drain away from his face, leaving him with a strong and proud jaw line. More fuzz pushed out from his chin, hanging down an inch as he sucked and slurped. Michael's clothes grew tight, spread thin across his body as his pectorals swelled, his abdominal muscles defined, his biceps and triceps grew. After several long moments Daniel's flow subsided. Michael shivered as a huge wet spot formed in his pants, a musky scent coming from it. Michael sucked Daniel clean before pulling off, licking his lips. The grin he soon displayed betrayed abnormally sharp teeth. All three armor clad young men pulled Michael to his feet. Michael looked at all three of them with a lusty hunger.

"Let's go get you suited up. We take the fight to them this day." Daniel said.

"For Armaros!" Michael declared before moving off with them, the alleyway soon empty... save for the true demon crouched on the roof top. Reardo watched them go with a grin on his face, knowing he was far from alone. It was ironic given how he had started. He had been a single knight dispatched to kill Armaros, only to learn that the king had already sent another knight to finish when he failed. He had given up his loyalty to the king that day and was made the servant of Armaros, he was made a demon. His skin was a rich red, his hair a brilliant silver. He had talons, claws, wings and horns and a libido to outmatch anyone. He had served Armaros well, but the demon was tiring of the constant attacks of one particular mortal, the Arch Bishop... and Reardo was sent to put an end to those attacks.

Reardo slipped down from the roof, landing in the alley. As he rose up to his feet, his body shimmered as it contorted and reshaped. Reardo grimaced as he started putting on his human disguise. He despised the body he had before changing. His ashy gray hair was so short in comparison and lacked luster, his fingers and toes were so short... No wings, blunt teeth, smooth head... The only comfort he had was that his skin tone was darker than it had been before the change, a nice tan settled into the skin. Simple clothes formed around the demon's body before he stepped out onto the street, navigating between goats and housewives as he gazed into the distance, to the church... to the enemy headquarters. He smiled a bit as he advanced, knowing Armaros' plan would be flawless.

***

The dried leaves of the old maple tree in town crunched beneath Reardo's feet as he walked, listening to the music hanging in the air. It was not music that came from joy, from sorrow, or from any emotion at all. It was a song of duty sung by the Archbishop's choir boys, enchanted to float around the village long after they had stopped singing. Reardo looked up ahead, approaching the town square where a dormant fountain sat, the water turned off when it had turned as gray as the statue in the center, the statue of Bronn. Reardo found it ironic that the knight had devolved into little more than a messenger boy before the end, carrying messages back and forth between himself and the king... but as he had fallen in battle, he was commemorated. Reardo rather thought the lusty boys from the alleyway deserved a statue, but that was just his personal taste.

Reardo's destination was across the square, the vast cathedral that had been built in the hopes of warding off evil spirits. It was gaudy, tipped with spires and covered in stained glass windows. Lanterns extended from the sides of the building, each holding a blue flame to show that the Archbishop was well and inside the building. Reardo began crossing the square, going over it all in his head again. What he would say, what he would do. He had contemplated much the same thing when he had approached the cave of Armaros but that had turned out particularly well when the demon had shown him how corrupt his world had been. In his absence it had gotten even worse.

Many, many years earlier Reardo had been tried under suspicion of heresy for the use of magic. He had been innocent and was freed, but as the king had gotten more and more fearful of Armaros he gave more power to those with true magic, like the Archbishop; a magic user, sworn to the lighter varieties, but fiercely fanatical to his synthesis of the grand religions and to his duty. He had made progress in fighting the demon, imbuing armor to be untouchable by evil, holy blades... but the escalation bred retaliation. Tainted souls were unharmed by his spells, for all humans had at least a little taint... and so the demon's army had been born. An entire generation of boys had become thieves and saints, polarizing to one end of the spectrum or the other... but such were times of war.

Reardo came to a stop outside of the church, reaching to open the door. His hand grew hot, then nearly burning as he took hold of the knob but he managed to turn it and push it open. The old wood barrier creaked as it opened and Reardo looked to his hand where the skin turned red. He sneered a bit before moving into the church. The lingering song of the choir boys remained inside the vast room even louder than in the streets, but the pews were empty and the church was still. Only the flickering blue flames of lanterns signaled much life... though they indicated that the Archbishop was present. Reardo advanced toward the front of the church, finally spotting a man kneeling before the prayer candles, eyes shut.

"You have traveled a long way my son..." The man's voice came, wise and full of a gravely power beyond his years. The man seemed to only be in his early thirties but he had served the king for much longer, using his magic to retain his youth.

"Farther than you know... But then, so have you Dumaris." Reardo said softly. The archbishop's eyes flashed with an electric blue for a moment before he rose and turned. He was garbed in silver robes, white filigree stitched about the garments. His hair was a fair brown like a fine wheat swaying beneath the evening sun. The bishop's eyes narrowed on the intruder. He cast up a hand and the outer doors shut with a clang. Reardo grinned, "Afraid of them hearing the truth?" he asked. The bishop smirked.

"The people are always welcomed in the truth, they are aware of the change in views in magic." The bishop said, "But you... you have been stepped in lies, led astray, your soul purged into darkness. Let me save you my son." The bishop said, his face almost predatory.

"I am not your son... but let me save you, let me show you the real truth of these lands... Discover our true father." Reardo whispered. The bishop glared before hurtling a ball of light at Reardo. Reardo lunged out of the way, his human disguise all but bursting from him in a blast of smoke as his muscled red body emerged, his sharp tail whipping around and cutting through a rope keeping a chandelier aloft. The bishop dove out of the way as the chandelier hit the floor, exploding into glass and fire.

"How dare you defile a place of god!" He exclaimed, moving his hands. Bits of glass and fire swirled up before being flung at Reardo. The demon didn't have time to dive out of the way but he brought his leathery wings around him like armor. The fire had no effect and almost all of the glass fell to the ground harmlessly, though countless knicks and cuts had formed in the leathery hide. Reardo lunged, dropping onto all fours. He moved under tables, over pews, dodging fire balls and blasts from one side of the church to another. It wasn't until he had made a full circle that the bishop realized the demon was getting him to destroy his own church. Dumaris let out a scream of rage, losing track of the demon. Reardo only laughed, his voice echoing off of the church walls.

"It seems you are defiling the place of god now..." Reardo's voice came, "But it isn't just now, is it? You have been defiling it for some time. I can smell it, you know..." Reardo's voice echoed, coming from everywhere and nowhere.

"Nonsense..." Dumaris said, hands at the ready as he kept his eye out for the demon, looking for any trace. He began turning, trying to spot any shadow out of place.

"I sense... pride, of course, in your position... Greed for the power you've obtained... I've witnessed your wrath first hand, such ruthlessness..." Reardo's voice was growing louder. The bishop shot out a blast of lightning that exploded a pew.

"No more of this!" He declared in rage.

"Gluttony on that most wonderful wine you have, Envy for that little bit of power the King has ahead of you... Sloth when you overlook the sins of your parishioners..." Reardo's voice was unbearable. The bishop spun around, his back to one of the walls, panting.

"Lies..." He trembled, unseeing that one of the shadows along the wall rippled as Reardo stepped out of it, coming up behind the archbishop. Reardo leaned in, a long demonic tongue slathering along the man's neck. The bishop shuddered in pure shock at the intimate touch.

"And lust... lust when you see the manliness coming out of your choir boys, seeing them come of age... You and I both see the pure beauty in that... but it is you who call me a liar, when I live my truth." Reardo said. Dumaris stepped away, shaking softly, no longer trying to fight the demon.

"Just... just leave, I will give you a cease fire, just leave this place..." Dumaris said, hanging his head in shame. Reardo approached, his talons clicking on the stone.

"I will leave... if you embrace the truth, if you embrace me." Reardo whispered.

"And give my soul to the demons? Never..." Dumaris said, closing his eyes. Reardo smirked to himself. His spaded tail began coiling around the bishop's leg, sliding up and down suggestively.

"You have committed the seven deadly sins, and the lust in you is already building. You will fall, sooner or later. The question is, will you fall when no one is there to catch you, or will you trust in me?" Reardo whispered, leaning close, licking the bishop's ear, "Don't you see how much easier it would be? The seven deadly sins would be your badges of honor... and I promise you that you will have more power than the king himself." Reardo said, reaching around to massage the bishop's chest. The flickering candles in the church grew brighter as the bishop pushed against the demon.

"They... They should all trust me more than the king, I have been devoted to the people my entire life, where he is devoted to his bloodline..." The bishop whispered.

"Oh yes..." Reardo paused, grinning, "But think how much power you would have... reuniting this village. All of the bandit boys coming home, all of the sacred soldiers laying down their arms. Peace, all because of you... Families restored, all in your name, nothing to do with the king." Reardo said. The bishop's eyes widened.

"You could do this?" He asked.

"They all serve us... if we are allies, they serve the same masters." Reardo said, moving to nuzzle the bishop's other ear, "Join me... and see a new dawn of peace." The demon said. The bishop contemplated for a moment before he let out a coo, pressing his back against the demon, starting to rub against him. Reardo all but purred, rubbing back against the Bishop, a clawed hand slipping around the man's shoulder. The demon's claws toyed with the holy man's robes before they popped the ties keeping in place. The other clawed hand moved up and the two took the robe, sliding it off of his shoulders. Dumaris took a step forward before turning, blushing gently. His body was fair, a spread of hair across his chest and around his groin, somewhat muscled with just a bit of softness around his torso. He still looked very much to be a man in his prime thanks to the magic. Reardo tossed the robes onto one of the pews that had not been destroyed, chuckling when he noticed the bishop's erect member.

"Didn't bother with anything beside your robes?" Reardo asked, moving over. His demonic hand curled around the length, stroking it up and down with growing speed.

"I guess... I didn't want anything to get in the way when the opportunity arose." Dumaris moaned, thrusting into the demon's hand anxiously. Reardo kept thrusting his hand around the bishop, but his other hand moved to ensnare his pointed demon shaft. Soon yellow precum was leaking into the demon's hand. He moved to collect it in his hand before he reached around, moving to smear the tainted seed onto the holy man's shaft. The bishop gasped sharply, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as his cock throbbed. More and more blood rushed into the length, the skin growing redder. At first it looked like irritation, then it became obvious the entire length was getting red.

"You'll have plenty of opportunities soon... At first it will only be the bandit boys, sneaking back... sucking you off in honor of Armaros... but soon even the good boys will grow envious of their friends and join in... and taste your tainted seed." Reardo explained. The bishop moaned, thrusting his hips forward and then drawing them back. Each time he pulled back, his cock stayed where it was in Reardo's hand, stretching longer. Reardo collected more of his pre and brought it to the head of the bishop's cock, smearing it on before massaging the tip. The mushroom shaped head was stretched and squeezed like clay, formed into a pointed canine like tip before Reardo's hand dropped back, playing with the base of the bishop's cock.

"What... are... you..." Dumaris trailed off, unable to finish. He kept thrusting, panting. Soon his tongue slipped past his lips, hanging out of his mouth. The base of the bishop's cock began bloating out into a soft knot, a preview of things to come. Reardo soon took his hands from Dumaris' shaft, moving to step back. The once proud preacher turned around, whimpering, his cock needy in his hands as he looked at the demon, "Don't stop, please..." He whimpered.

"First... I must anoint your body." Reardo whispered, lifting his own demonic shaft as it dripped with demonic pre. Dumaris' eyes lit up and he grinned, already smelling the musky scent. He moved to lower onto his knees before Reardo, ready to be anointed. Reardo gave his shaft a few good tugs, imagining all the change that Dumaris could inflict. The demon suddenly groaned, the pre coming faster before it became a full orgasm, unleashing pent up cum. He aimed his cock, the precum spraying out before splattering across the bishop's head. As the seed washed over him, his light brown hair turned into a dark black. Reardo moved his cock, dousing his face. Dumaris moved to open his mouth, letting the cum splatter across his tongue.

As the cum filled the bishop's mouth, the tongue hanging out past his lips only grew longer and flatter, starting to writhe with each pant the bishop took. His blunt human teeth grew into points to match his canine ones, giving him a rather menacing expression. Still, he gulped at the cum, swallowing it down greedily. As Reardo embraced his orgasm he got a little more sloppy, the cum spraying all over Dumaris' face. The bishop's cheeks darkened with stubble before the hairs began pushing out, becoming softer. Oddly enough, the bishop's eyebrows became a rusty orange sort of color, spreading out into vague ovals.

The cum coated his head, his cheeks, even his ears. The pearly demon cum ran down the lobes of his ears, sticking to the flesh as it started to warp. The tops of the bishop's ears stretched and contorted, forming into points. They looked quite odd for a long moment before tiny black hairs began running up the backs of them, rushing over the tip before filling in the sides. His cum soaked hair started to part as the ears began shifting, moving up along his head, rising toward the top slowly. The sensations were overwhelming. All Dumaris knew was that he felt better than he ever had. He dropped down onto his hands, crawling over to the demon, running his long tongue all over the demonic shaft before him. His pointed ears slipped up onto the top f his head, settling into place before the bishop parted his lips, taking the demonic shaft into his mouth.

Reardo reached down, grabbing the bishop's head with his clawed hands, shoving his head around the cock. All of the strife and struggle over the years was worth it, just to see the only man on his knees sucking demon cock. How the mighty had fallen, and how the persecuted would rise. Reardo thrust harder and harder into Dumaris' mouth, the pointed head of his cock bumping the back of the bishop's throat. He gagged once before his muscles relaxed. Sensing a passage, Reardo thrust again and his cock delved into the bishop's throat, sliding into the muscled tube like a fuck sleeve.

Dumaris sucked down on the shaft vigilantly, letting his throat massage it as he gulped the cum down. His changes seemed to be accelerating. The hair on his chest and under his arms turned black, spreading out slowly as the hair on his arms and legs darkened, becoming a soft fur of its own. His aching canine cock began dribbling onto the marble floor as black fur spread over his balls, the sack swelling out as his balls grew larger. Flesh began building at the base of the bishop's shaft, pushing against his knot, unable to stretch past it. As black fur covered the flesh it became obvious that he had developed a sheath.

Reardo still pulled the bishop's head back and forth, using him like a toy... though the bishop's lips seemed unwilling to leave the cock that had found its way into his maw. Reardo watched in bliss as the bishop's face was stretched out, his nose blunting and flattening as his jaw pushed forward. Soon Dumaris had a stubble covered muzzle, canine ears upon his head, wild teeth. The stubble soon surpassed the rest of his face, covering any of the skin it could reach. His nose turned upwards and grew moist, his eyes adjusted to the presence of the long muzzle. His hair blended into the fuzz covering his head... The bishop had the head of a dog, but his changes were far from over, even on his head. Just above the orange eyebrow spots his skin pushed out, a growing pressure displacing it before the skin parted and two thick black horn nubs emerged. He wasn't just a dog; he was becoming a hell hound.

"Turn around for me... puppy." Reardo commanded. The bishop withdrew his muzzle from the demon's cock, panting with a loyal and happy expression before he turned around on all fours, presenting his very human ass for the demon. Reardo moved, running the pointed tip of his shaft up and down between the bishop's cheeks before the head began pushing at his tight ring of muscle. Dumaris was willing but inexperienced. He had never given himself to another man. He tried to relax and after a moment he succeeded, rewarded by the hot presence of his lover's demonic cock sliding past his pucker, forcing him wide.

It was only a moment before Reardo was cumming again, his hot seed splashing deep into the bishop's ass. His body accepted the sperm, embracing it as quickly as his throat had. His pert, muscled ass cheeks soon were being covered by soft black fuzz, fuzz that spilled around his hips to connect with the hair around his groin, the fuzz on his chest creeping down to his groin and covering his stomach. Every moment that passed left less flesh to be seen on the bishop's body as the black fur moved to subsume it all.

A small bit of movement caught Reardo's attention. The demon looked down, seeing a tiny nub of flesh wriggling above the bishop's cheeks. Reardo grinned, reaching down to rub at it. The flesh wriggled even more eagerly, stretching longer at an accelerated rate. The fuzz covering the bishop's ass spread up onto the tail and formed a fine coat of fur. The tail thwacked back and forth against the demon's stomach but he didn't care. His claws gripped into the stone as he thrust into the bishop harder, spearing so deep into the tainted holy man's ass that he was stimulating his prostate. The bishop let out animalistic howls of bliss, his head rising to the ceiling as his horns pushed out longer, the knot at the base of his cock swelling even thicker.

While Reardo was capable of cumming at will, he was still susceptible to genuine orgasms. His huge balls were throbbing and tingling, building pressure for that very act... an act Reardo wanted to hold off on as long as possible. He reached down with one hand, stroking along the bishop's body, trying to encourage the change along. The fur covering the man's body grew thicker, spreading out ore and more. The fur on his legs thickened, reaching his feet where his toes started to throb and separate. His toenails grew dark black, stretching out into points before the flesh beneath all but grew soft, letting the claws sink down and emerge from the center. The flesh on the base of his feet suddenly pushed out into tiny pillow like pads before black fur moved in between them, covering his changing feet as they became paws, swelling larger and larger.

Dumaris clawed at the floor of his church, his fingernails scratching the stone as they stretched into points and sank into his fingers as well, the black fur sweeping over them until no flesh was visible... but his palm remained unchanged, his thumb staying where it had been. It seemed that the demon wanted his hell hound to still maintain a certain degree of his humanity... but not too much. The bishop was fully getting into the part as a demon's servant, becoming a pet of the underworld. He slammed his fuzzy ass back around Reardo's shaft, squeezing along its length as his tail swayed wildly. The bishop's canine cock pulsed, the knot tightly throbbing, strings of precum launching out and coating the stone beneath him. He continued to pant and grunt and writhe in ecstasy.

Reardo panted, moaning, before at last he lifted his head and joined the bishop in a wild howl. His huge balls throbbed, his cock pulsed and his searing hot demon cum spilled into the hell hound's ass, nourishing the last of the bishop's transformation. His glistening black fur covered body began to swell and morph even more. His shoulders grew wide, his arms hanging from them longer than ever before. His pectorals grew thick and meaty, his biceps and triceps grew. His legs thickened into trunks of extension, his paws colossal. Dumaris' canine meat swelled as well, stretching to eleven inches, twelve, then fourteen before it erupted with its own load, launching a huge spray of cum across the floor.

Having expended his true load, Reardo slowly slipped out of the bishop and moved to sit against the wall, panting in the after glow. The hell hound moved around, his longue tongue hanging out of his mouth before he leaned down, starting to slurp up the puddle of cum that had grown beneath them. Reardo watched in awe as he licked it up, not missing a single drop except for what had smeared over his long muzzle. Reardo smiled in delight. Dumaris lifted his head, seeing his master there. He ran over and stopped just in front of the demon, his cum soaked tongue emerging to slather all over Reardo's face. Reardo moaned, parting his lips, letting the dog's tongue slip into his mouth... but Dumaris wasn't entirely a beast; he was a biped and sentient. Dumaris moved in to straddle Reardo, his still hard canine cock rubbing along the demon's shaft.

As the two continued to kiss, the bishop's humping became wilder. Even with the lube that had come in the form of precum wasn't enough to keep the friction from building. The heat was tangible, stimulating them and tingling in their skin. Reardo could feel how big the hound's knot had grown. It had to be at least half as wide as his own shaft. Reardo's claws gripped the stone beneath him as the bishop humped before the hound suddenly stopped. Reardo felt the hot breath of the bishop's pants before he lifted his canine muzzle and let out a wolf howl that could be heard for miles. His shaft pulsed and a torrent of cum rushed out, dousing Reardo's stomach, chest, groin and chin. The burning blue candles in the church flickered, turning a bright red for a moment before returning to normal.

At last Dumaris' load subsided and the hell hound collapsed against his demon master. Reardo reached to pet his fur and admire his body, from the huge paws to the long muzzle, from the strong ears to the swishing tail. Much as Reardo had come to love his knew body, he knew the bishop would love his... but sadly... it was not his fate to fully embrace that form yet. He had a duty to do. Reardo whispered a spell and the words sank into the bishop's body, starting his reversion. The fur on the top of his head started blanching out to a light brown, the orange spots on his face turning to the same. His muzzle became blunted, shrinking back. All the while Dumaris simply nuzzled Reardo, feeling content.

The hell hound's sharp claws retracted back into his fingers before emerging from the surface as fingernails. His ears sank down to the side of his head before becoming round once more. Even his tail disappeared like a piece of pasta being slurped up. All across the bishop's body his black fur was starting to grow thinner before it disappeared, leaving his skin exposed. By now the bishop realized what was happening. He whimpered, licking at Reardo's chest as if to try and convince him otherwise... but it was too late. The bishop's nose turned back to human flesh, pushing up and out. His lips sank back beneath it as his teeth grew blunt once more, his tongue retracting to a normal length. His feet shrank quickly, growing narrower much faster than they grew shorter.

As the Arch Bishop's changes reversion neared completion, Reardo gently set him aside before standing, moving over to the pew to pick up the man's robes. Dumaris groaned and panted as his individual pink little toes returned to normal, the head of his cock pulling back to a mushroom shaped head... though the flesh was just a touch redder than before, the only sign of his transformation and one that no one would be able to tell the difference, even if they saw his shaft. Reardo thought back to the times when the church had prosecuted him... and laughed at the irony of how subtle demons could be when they actually did come to take a member of the flock... but this was far more, they had claimed the shepherd of the flock and together the entire village could be led astray.

"Come Bishop, you have work to do." Reardo said, holding the robes up. Dumaris rose to his feet, wobbling as he got used to them again, moving over. He turned to put his back to Reardo, holding his arms to his sides. The demon slipped the robes up over his arms and shoulders, moving around in front of him to tie the cloth closed once more. Dumaris looked around at the damage, at the wanton destruction.

"What shall I tell them?" Dumaris asked softly. Reardo smiled.

"Zealots of the light learned of your coming peace accord and destroyed the church... but it was the last act of a desperate people, the last act of the war. There is peace now, and we are all united by the same forces that seek to fill our hearts with love..." Reardo whispered. Dumaris cooed, knowing both how true the words were and what kind of love Armaros wanted to unite the people with. Perhaps one day soon he could embrace his canine form forever.