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Samael soared towards the marble palace. Upon landing at the entrance he was greeted by a pair of spears and the burly demonic guards garbed in ghostly samurai gear that held them. Samael snarled and looked to the left guard.

"Who are you?" asked the demon. "Why are you here?"

Samael glared at the demon and huffed.

"I," Samael began. "Am Samael, Momunofu. I've been sent by my lord to speak with Seth." He cocked his head and snorted. "Shouldn't you be protecting Arahabaki?"

"Not all of us want to do the same thing for the rest of eternity." The momunofu replied. "Besides, Seth pays well."

"Regardless, may I pass?"

The momunofu bowed his head and lowered his spear, his partner doing likewise.

"Yes," he grunted.

Samael gave the demons a dismissive glance and stepped passed them. He leapt and furled his wings, quickly taking flight straight to Seth's seat of power.

As Samael entered the throne room he spotted a large humanoid dragon, who could only be Seth, sitting at the end of the large room and growling orders to his lessers.

"Understood?" growled Seth as Samael drew close

"Yes, sir." sighed the lesser demon. The lesser demon scurried away past Samael.

"You!" spat Seth, angry eyes falling on the newcomer. "Why are you here?"

"My lord has sent me to find out why you're trying to attack the human world. You are aware that is pointless"

"Of course! I know about the barrier between their weak world and ours. Do you take me for a fool, Samael?"

"Of course not." said Samael, a small smile running across his visage before he suppressed it. "But if you know this, why rally an army?"

Seething, Seth rested his head on his palm. "There are summoners who are stealing my subjects from me. Nidhoggr has informed me that they have learned how summon specific demons from the Expanse." Seth looked away from Samael, his gaze bitter and distant. "He has suggested that a summoner with some relation to the one that summoned me is trying to punish me for what I did to his friend."

"What did you do to his friend?"

"I taught the fool how to truly respect one such as I." Seth said with a sly smile. "Not only did he fail to summon me and make a contract, he actually thought he could order me around like any other demon! So..." Seth's smile deepened. "I gave him a form that was more agreeable to demons."

"But how would the summoner learn of what happened to his friend?" Samael asked. "Or anything else? As you have told me, he would have to know the fate of his friend to summon him, and there is no way for humans to peer into the Expanse."

"This has happened twice!" growled Seth. "With two of my subjects! Both my most recently acquired ones! This cannot be a coincidence!"

Seth stood and glared at Samael as if he were the one to blame.

"Even if this is deliberate, it would be useless to attack the human world. There are no open gates and no demons in the human world who have any interest in helping us." Samael replied with a shrug. "I will investigate this. If I learn that what you say is true, I will contact you then. For now, stand down.."

Seth glared at Samael, who meet his gaze with equal ferocity. After a few seconds, Seth sat back down in his chair, still fuming.

"Fine," he grumbled.

Samael bowed his serpentine head and quickly left. While Seth was easily fooled, Samael was not. Mention of Nidhoggr conjured another name to Samael's mind, one that did not please him: Loki.

After leaving Seth's abode, he quickly conjured a portal to Loki's realm. He hated to do so, but he had to know what Loki was up to.

He leapt into the portal. For a moment he was falling, falling...and then with a flap of his wings he was flying over a truly bizarre landscape. The black, featureless sky and the strangely coloured geometrical shapes that made up the landscape were a far cry from Seth's realm, what with it's sandy outside and carved stone palace. Loki's realm was also far colder than Seth's realm, a trait Samael could not appreciate. Loki's realm was also unlike the previous in that it was devoid of almost any activity. Even after flying for an hour, Samael had only seen two or three demons that weren't Loki. While it was likely for the best that so few demons lived in Loki's realm, it made flight far less interesting.

Eventually a large structure came into view which Samael recognized from experience as Loki's residence. His visit to the trickster's abode wouldn't be his first time preventing Loki from further antagonizing of others.

Samael flew through one of the openings in the structure, as it was difficult to tell if it was even designed to have an entrance. The interior of the structure was similar to the exterior in its bizarreness, for it did not quite adhere to geometry. While Samael had no problem navigating, it remained disorientating nonetheless. He continued to make his way through the structure until he suddenly came upon a grey-green dragon with twin horns like tree branches upon its head. He flew down and landed before the dragon.

"Loki," began Samael. "Stop."

"Stop what?" asked the dragon, eyes wide. "I'm Nidhoggr, not--"

Samael sighed. "Loki, I've done this many times before. Seth may fall to your tricks but I am wise to them!"

"I've told you, I'm-"

"Nidhoggr, I know. My lord has sent me to tell you to stop making Seth pick fights with humans."

Loki opened his mouth to protest, but after a moment he shut it. He lowered his head and looked up to Samael with a glimmer of mischief in his eyes.

"Fine," Loki sighed, a smile creeping upon his draconic visage. "You caught me. If the mighty Lucifer himself requests that I must stop, then I will."

Samael snorted, unconvinced.

"Seth told me that you informed him that summoners could summon specific individuals from the expanse," Samael said. "Is this true?"

Loki grinned slyly before answering: "Of course it's possible for summoners to summon specific individuals from the expanse. That's why our names have power!"

"So you knew what demon would be summoned, and chose the individual that would be summoned." Samael stated.l. "Then altered a summoning ritual to summon that individual. Did you time it so that the same summoner would summon one of Seth's newly acquired subordinates?"

"I took advantage of an opportunity, that's all." Loki replied. "It was just coincidence that it happened to be the same summoner."

"I don't believe that was an accident, but I would like to know why Seth is so attached to these two particular subjects of his. He knows that demons always return to the expanse before long."

"These two particular demons don't seem to desire to return to the expanse. They desire to live among the humans, and this summoner appears to allow this."

"Even then," continued Samael. "It should be simple enough to replace them even if they do not return."

"I don't think it would be that simple. These two were designed by him for a specific purpose."

"What purpose would that be? I'm certain that I could find a demon that could fulfil their roles far better than what he had lost! Do you mean to say he has grown attached to these demons so quickly?"

Loki grinned before giving his answer. "They were humans made to be his consorts." Loki stare was now fixed on Samael. "Both his prizes and lovers. I'm sure you're familiar with that, Samael?"

"...Yes I am familiar with that." Samael said in a much more subdued voice than before. "He has been making summoners into his consorts then?"

"Yes, summoners blinded by their hubris who sought the easy path to power and attempted to control demons without proper the safeguards in place. It's easy to take advantage of their shortsightedness."

"...True." Samael responded distractedly. "Now go bother someone else for a few years. If Seth starts a war, I'm going to assume it's your fault!"

"You," Loki chuckled. "Would've assumed that anyways."

"It doesn't matter." Samael huffed. "I have more important things to attend to."

Before Loki could respond, Samael turned away and flew off. Quickly exiting the structure, he opened another portal, this time to his own realm.

As he stood before the portal, his mind raced. It had been millennia since he had thought about the pleasures that he was cast out for. He had never thought once to make foolish summoners into lovers of his own. Even if there were plenty of demons around that could play the role, the thought of corrupting and shaping a human into a thing of his own was exhilarating. Why hadn't he thought of it before? It couldn't be a new idea, really, so he was sure he might have heard of something similar. Hadn't--ah, but it didn't matter. Loki had given him an idea, and for once the trickster had given him a good one. Though he had been called in similarly careless ways before he never took any interest in such humans, often returning to the expanse of his own accord, choosing to serve his master before his would-be mortal masters could make use of him. Now, though--now he could bring a prize back with him. It was just a matter of time. Perhaps he could use his what little influence in the human world he had to hasten it along. A cruel smile overcame his feature before he stepped into the portal.

He was instantly greeted by a warmth comfortable precisely for him. As it was his realm, all aspects of it were his to manipulate as he saw fit. He had not, however, actually shaped it since he was given power over his realm. As a result the sky remained the red vortex that the Expanse was known for, and the land below was a mirror image of one in the human world. The large buildings were like tombstones, large and grey and in orderly rows. The towers reminded him of the last time he was summoned in the human world by a competent summoner, when humans believed in far more than they had forgotten nowadays.

Samael came to rest on a rooftop of one of these grey buildings and surveyed the city. Lesser demons sparsely populated the place, most of them fleeing when they caught sight of Samael. As long as they left him alone, Samael did not care what they did in his realm. One building caught his eye, a large building that would be a suitable residence while he prepared his plans. He flew over to it, using his magic and influence over his realm he effortlessly renovated his newly acquired home to something that was more suitable for his plans. The government building retained its features and décor, but also was made to be more comfortable as a living space. If his goal was to ensnare his prize and keep it, his prize would have to want to return to the expanse, and to him.

He would first have to find someone who was susceptible to his ploys, who was arrogant or careless enough to overlook important details. He would have to--

In midthought, he felt the a long forgotten pull on his form--someone meant to summon him, someone had rediscovered how to call him, Samael the Poison of God.

"Speak of the devil," Samael snickered. "Less work for me."

The demon shuddered as the world blurred and dissolved around him while he was pulled through the space between the Expanse and the mortal world.

After some time he formed invisibly into another realm, surrounded by a flawed ring of power. A robed man with a stern face stood before the circle, eyes squinted as he peered into the apparent emptiness.

"Come on!" the man growled, looking down at the runes inscribed into the floor. "Where's my demon?"

He let his form flow into a gaseous shape, slipping through the cracks in the summoning circle. Once out of the circle, he floated behind the summoner and reformed into solid shape. He lunged forward and grabbed the summoner by his shoulders, lowering his head and he sank his fangs into their shoulder. The summoner screamed as poison flowed into his system. Samael held on tight as their forms wavered and dissipated into the Expanse.

Upon reforming, Samael pinned down the summoner and removed his fangs. He quickly removed himself from the struggling summoner. He watched as the summoner got up, clutching at his shoulder where Samael had bit into him.

"What the hell?" the summoner shouted. "You--you--"

"Welcome to the expanse, summoner." Samael said, snorting. "The concoction I injected into you will help you survive during your time here, so you have no need to panic."

Still clutching at his wound, the summoner began looking around frantically to confirm what Samael said. Red scales crept outward from the punctured shoulder, engineered depressants ensuring the victim would not notice. The summoner's anger began to leave him too as he became too numb to feel much of anything--yet.

"This doesn't look like Hell!" The summoner sputtered. "Where's the fire? Where's the pitchforks! This looks like one of the government buildings. Who's trying to get me? Who summoned you?"

Samael chuckled before answering. "I make my domain to suit my purposes."

The summoner still didn't realize he was transforming, red scales covering his most of his body save where blue-violet scales sprang up to cover the front of his neck, chest and lower jaw, much like how Samael's did. As the summoner was about to raise another question, hands gripped at his face.

The summoner wanted to scream in pain, but he only felt an unpleasant tingling in his face. He then felt his hands get pushed away from his face as a snout much like that of a snake's pushed out of his face. He tried to examine it but he was interrupted by another feeling at the base of his spine. He felt his waist constricted by his belt as something pushed out at the base of his spine. He pulled the seat of his pants down enough to alleviate the pressure his belt. He watched in fascinated horror as a long, scaly tail pushed out of his back, looking almost exactly like the one belonging to the demon in front of him.

He turned back to face Samael, eyes wide with fear and confusion.

"Humans don't last long in the Expanse without some kind of protection. Not ordinary ones like you at least." Samael watched as the summoner grabbed his head again as small wings began to push out of his skull, similar to his. "It doesn't hurt because my venom has a 'painkiller', as you humans would call it. Since I didn't have any other kind of protection to provide to you, I had to make you into a demon."

The summoner was only half listening as he examined the wings that had pushed out of his head and also on end of his tail. He quickly pulled off his shirt as he felt something push out of his back and neck. Two pairs of large scaly wings pushed out of his upper and lower back, with slightly smaller wings pushing out of the base of his neck. As he looked back to examine his new limbs he watched spines push out of his wrists and elbows. The flesh between his spines filled in, making his arms resemble bat wings.

"What are you doing to me?"

"I already told you," Samael said. "I'm making you into a demon to survive the expanse." He smirked. "Wholly demon."

The serpentine summoner, now nearly a smaller replica of Samael, looked blankly to the demon. He suddenly reeled backwards and fell upon his rear, clutching at his head while the same venom that worked to alter his body wheedled at his mind.

"Stop!" the summoner screamed, the pain partially bringing him back to reality. "You can't do this!"

"But I am."

"I--" The summoner opened his slit eyes and looked upon his body. 'I'm you."

"No," Samael said, softly laughing as he approached his twin. "There are key differences between us, aren't there?"

The summoner nodded, for it was true.

"After all, you're weaker, aren't you?"

Even if he didn't want to, he nodded to verify the truth, his current situation evidence of the demon's words. Still, he struggled futilely as both the demon and the venom worked at his mind and body.

"And you're a lesser demon. Lesser."

The summoner nodded again. It was mere reinforcement of the last statement, but with subtle variation. Slowly but surely, Samael's influence grew.

"You're neither as clever or conniving. Your plots fail. You look up to me for greater thought."

The summoner choked and hissed at this statement. He forced himself to his knees and was about to stand when Samael spoke again.

"You don't have my venom, my weapons, my power."

The summoner halted.

"You only have a few things I do not, but lack much I do. We do both have one aspect in common: we love me."

The summoner's gaze shifted from fear to confusion and finally to lust. He looked upon Samael in a different light.

"Of course, there's a difference in the way we do. I admit making you as me shows my narcissism. But you're love of me is anything but. After all, you are female."

The summoner's eyes widened as the next changes that took place were not mental, but physical. His body glowed briefly with flame, incinerating his human clothes and leaving him naked before his lord. Afterwards, his hips widened and rear plumped out as his body took on a softer, feminine form while it shifted to its imposed gender. He squealed as his genital slit puffed out, his manhood withering away into nothingness inside while his testicles dissolved and reformed into their feminine counterparts. The lips of his genital slit became more softer and sensitive while flesh pushed out on his upper chest into burgeoning breasts. The new demon panted hotly as her nethers finished their flowering into womanhood inside and out, her breasts growing to a heavy set of large, gropeable mounds. Unused to this new weight above and lack of below, she fell onto her hands and knees, claws scratching at the ground while her pendulous breasts swung with each heavy breath.

"All you know is lust," Samael pronounced with a smile as his female counterpart sat back onto her rear, clawed hands already reached to play with her new assets. "And me."

The former summoner looked up at Samael, lust enhanced and building as she tickled at her slit with one hand and pawed at her breasts with another, pussy also damp with her own arousal.

"After all," Samael sneered. "I am the master and you are my slave."

The she-Samael nodded and began crawling towards her master.

"Good," Samael whispered. "But you can't have it, just yet. That would be too kind."

The demoness whimpered and continued to self-pleasure herself, but it was all for naught. She couldn't do this by herself, she needed master, she needed him!

"You know," Samael said, bending down to the demoness. "I could make you wait a hundred years. A hundred years and you would still not be relieved."

The demoness moaned and rolled over, lifting her tail to reveal her ready sex while she tweaked at her erect nipples. Samael merely laughed and turned away.

"Soon, my dear, soon--wha?" Samael's form suddenly shuddered. He snarled and turned towards the former summoner, only able to take another step before his form shuddered again.

"No," he uttered, looking down at his dissolving body. "No!"

The demon had no choice, however. In the same hour on the same day he was once again summoned, pulled from the Expanse to the world of the mortals. Upon arrival at his destination, his rage was at its highest but his power was gone. The circle he stood upon was well-crafted, a binding prison that he could not break. He snarled and looked to his summoner and was a little taken aback when his eyes fell upon an older woman dressed in a nun's habit. She looked surprised, but pleased.

"Witchcraft and wizardry!" The nun crowed. "It worked!" She looked down at the book in her hands, folding it up and putting it away within her clothes. She glanced up to snarling demon across from her.

"Now, now," she said in a sweet voice. "I believe you are bound to me."

"No!" Samael yelled. "Release me!"

"No, no." The nun shook her head. "We can't have that. Return you so you can commit more iniquities." She shook her head again. "No, no, no. I'll keep you here in the cathedral where you can do no harm, you naughty demon."

"NEVER!"

"Oh, shush." The nun took out the book again and flipped through the pages. "I'm sure I could cause you much pain and suffering if I needed to. That seems counter-productive though, doesn't it? Wouldn't it be easier if you were just a good demon and remained quiet?"

Samael narrowed his eyes but kept his mouth shut. He knew she couldn't keep him here forever. A lot time, but not forever.

"It worked?" A new voice spoke.

"Oh yes, Father!" The nun said, turning to face a man wearing priest's robes, but whom Samael knew was not a priest. Knew, because the man had a familiar face, one a demon did not forget after having been caught up dealing with his tricks for centuries.

"L--" Samael opened his mouth to speak, screaming out in pain and falling to the ground when the nun sniffed and pointed her at him.

"Quiet demon," she said. "Father Kilo and I here are having a conversation."

Samael writhed in pain for a few seconds more. When the pain ended, he got to his knees and stared wordlessly at the not-priest.

"You have done great good here, Sister Pity," the not-priest said, a laughing smile upon his face. "Ensnared a great evil."

"I couldn't have done it without you or the power above!" the nun proclaimed.

"And I without you," the not-priest laughed. "Now, let us leave him here. There is no reason to continue to dirty ourselves by his mere presence. Farewell, demon."

Samael could only bare his teeth as the pair leaved. When and if he got out of here, there would surely be hell to pay.

Back in the Expanse, the she-Samael whined. She sat with her claws spread, hips bucking and thrusting as pressed two claws on one hand into her slick slit. She squirmed at the pleasure her blatant masturbation provided, but it was not enough. She moaned and glanced around her surroundings for the thousandth time, hoping that master would appear out of somewhere, nowhere, anywhere. She needed him and he had left her. Why had he left her? Why hadn't he come back? He had to come back, right? Right?

The serpent demon went back to her self-pleasuring to pass the time, the only way she knew how. She had no place, no initiative without him and could only--

"Samael?"

She looked up and saw that a demon had appeared on the far side of the room. He was a handsome dragon-like demon, regal and tall. She smiled in hope at the sight of him, then frowned. He looked like master, but he wasn't.

Was he?

"Samael, is that you?"

The serpent demon blinked. Who was she? Did it matter? She was his slave. But who was he?

"Samael?" the she-demon croaked.

"Yes, it is I, Seth," the demon said, stepping towards her. "After--"

Seth came to a halt and cocked his head as he caught a good glance of her down. A slight smile came over his face.

"You visited Loki, didn't you?"

"Loki?" the serpent repeated, removing her hands from her crotch and laying them in front of her. She started to crawl towards the male, gazing lustily at his nethers.

"Ha ha," Seth chuckled. "After speaking to you, the thought occurred to me that he might be involved in this. I thought to come to you first so we could see the trickster together but..."

The serpent demon was near Seth's feet now. She got to her news and pawed at his crotch. Seth smiled and looked down at the wanton female.

"It appears you already visited and he got you with one of his tricks." Seth sneered and bent down, groping one of her breasts with a strong grip. She moaned in pleasure, pussy weeping for the attention down there instead of up here. "The mighty Samael, reduced to this--not that I mind. You talked me down earlier as if you were my master--"

"Master?" the serpent demon squealed, hissing when he squeezed her breast.

"Yes...master."

The serpent demon nodded excitedly. "Master!"

"Hmm," Seth grunted. "It seems Loki did me a favor for once. It would be a shame not to take full advantage of it, too. What do you think, Samael?"

The she-demon didn't answer as she was too preoccupied by the sudden appearance of Seth's erect member, which she was close to wrapping her muzzle around. Seth shook his head and pushed her off, grabbing her by the shoulder, and then going down on her.

"No," he said, prodding her pussy with his member. "This can't last forever. I don't think I'll have many chances, but I'll take any one I can to humiliate you--not that you mind, do you?"

And she, the not-Samael, did not.