High School is Hell - Pride

Superior

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'Needless to say, I had no idea how to overcome this immense creature whose arrogance was like armour to him. I tried to outwit him but he had eons of knowledge under his metaphorical belt for he was quite nude, you see. I didn't even try to out muscle him. I suppose it was from his nudity that I drew my first inspiration. I will not beat around the bush. I seduced him.'

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Dante was still getting used to the fact that he did not need sleep to feel fully rested. He constantly drained a lot of strength from Russ' house and he spent the majority of the night reading up on the rest of grandfather's adventures through the Ascent of Arrogance. Meanwhile, Russ and Flash were scouring the town, looking for any signs of the artefacts and the demons that possessed them. They had all felt other bursts of demonic energy here and there but they were just as subtle as the one they had encountered yesterday, barely noticeable and only appearing in a brief moment.

As it had already been a day, Dante lay in the gargantuan bed that Russ had conjured for him using demonic magic in his hellhound form. At first, the large obsidian bed looked incredibly uncomfortable since it had no cushions or pillows whatsoever. It looked more like an altar than anything else. But when Dante rested on it, he actually felt quite relaxed and lay back with the journal in his enormous paws. The only discomfort he felt was the constant jets of precum that erupted from his permanently erect cock. The temptation was there to just jack one off and but as Russ had said, if he did so, he would lose some of his strength. With the other demons around the place, he needed to conserve his power as much as possible.

In an attempt to ignore his throbbing member, he turned the page of the journal.

'Now where was I? Oh yes. Russ and I were trapped in Superior's prison. The reflective walls were infused with some sort of demonic magic that was designed to enhance our physical appearance and trap us in an eternal loop of self-admiration and vanity. We were not restrained in any way so we were free to adore our bodies. Needless to say the sensation of growing, feeling my muscles expand, my penis growing and lengthening... it was nothing short of amazing. I am sure you will experience the same joys eventually.'

Dante rolled his eyes. "Little too late for that, grandpa..."

'But it was all a lie, my boy. Pride is a terrible illusion. A fragile one. When shattered, it leaves one vulnerable and grasping for some sense of comfort. Just like how the reflections in the mirrors aroused us and in turn changed our bodies, I realised that it was just all a lie. This was not strength that I had earned. It was a poison being fed to me to corrupt my very soul. But being trapped in a prison of mirrors left my mind addled with a desire for more. Escape seemed impossible until my eyes befell Russ.

'Now I admit, at this stage I was still very perplexed as to why he hated me so and we had not yet formed the everlasting relationship that we would know to the end of my years and I will admit to resenting him a little too for his constant scorn of me. However, when I saw his beautiful, sculpted body, his throbbing members... well suffice to say that I found my way out of the prison.'

Curious, Dante turned the page, making sure to lift the entire journal high into the air as his cock set a blast of his precum all over his face. He lapped it up reflexively. He was getting quite good at predicting when his dick would just shoot like that.

'You see my boy, Pride is powerful and can be one of the most impenetrable forms of armour. But it is nothing against humility. I openly admired Russ' transforming body, telling him just how luscious his chest was, how beautiful his back looked in the light and particularly how lovely I found his legs to be. I will admit, most of it was flattery but there was a tinge of truth in there. Russ caught onto my game and marvelled at my arms, my neck and particularly my rump. I believe he was being honest as to this day, his favourite part of my body is my behind.

'Our flattery of one another soon became comparisons. I told him that my chest was no where near as big as his. He countered by telling me that his ass just was not as shapely as mine. I would compliment him on his back and he on my arms. We went on like this for I am unsure how long. Our pride simmered because we believed earnestly in what we were saying. The mirrors attempted to compensate, making my chest bigger to become better than Russ' but that would, in turn, mean that Russ would have something to prey upon afterwards. We constantly traded body parts to admire and eventually, the mirrors began to crack.

'Pride simply cannot stand up against humility and as the mirrors began to shatter, we concocted a plan to not only escape the prison but bring down Superior. With the shattering of the mirrors, the magic that fuelled them began to leak out. Though well on my way to becoming a denizen of Hell myself, I had not quite mastered the art of devouring these energies. Russ taught me how by first absorbing it into himself and then giving it to me in the form of a kiss. There was another way he could have passed this power to me but I was not ready for such an undertaking."

Dante grunted and lifted the book away as, again, his cock let out a spurt of precum. It was much thicker now. The imagery of Russ and his grandfather fucking was driving him wild. He tried to focus on the contents of the book but he wasn't exactly sure how that would help.

'As we took more and more of the power into ourselves, we began to change, reflecting the form of Superior himself. My legs fused into one, becoming a powerful serpent's tail complete with deep, red scales. By upper torso remained mammalian, however, but that of an anthropomorphic canine, a wolf I believe. Perhaps the greatest surprise for me was the emergence of a second penis. Reptiles have a similar anatomy, a hemipenis, except mine still looked distinctly canine in nature. I admit, the shift was rather alarming and I believe Russ and I were overwhelmed by our sexual desires that we copulated loudly and feverishly until every mirror in the prison was completely shattered.'

That image of the two half-wolf, half-snake men roiling and coiling over one another really bothered Dante. He couldn't control it any longer and seized his throbbing dick with his free paw while turning the page. Already slick with precum, his dick joyfully began squirting increasingly thickening precum into his paws while he continued to read.

'I do not know how long we remained there, constantly orgasming while we devoured the magic that made the mirrors around us. Time does not flow the same in Hell as it does with the rest of the world. I never got around to calculating the exact conversion but apparently if varies from region to region. I've heard that in Heaven, time flows simultaneously instead of linearly. It's quite funny when you think about it.

'But yet again, I digress. In my perception, I spent three days coiled around Russ and he around me. Sometimes, he would have his mighty jaws around my twin dicks. Fun fact, the anus of a Pride Demon is located near the end of their tail. This was so designed since being 'the bottom' in a relationship can be considered a submissive role and Pride demands a dominant role most times. Being near the tip of a long, flexible tail, it is quite difficult for anyone to mount a Pride Demon.

Dante grunted, images of his sexy demonic grandfather mounting Russ as Pride Demons filled his mind. They were caught in a circle of lust, their long bodies allowing for one to mount the other even as the second sucked on the thick dicks of the first.

'Perhaps a week in Hell passed before we had consumed all the pride within the mirrors and Superior finally returned to us. He was under the impression that we were now his, his thralls or at least demons who had seen the joys and power pride brought and were now willing to serve him in every manner. I will admit that I was unsure about Russ at the time. I had yet to know him as well as I do now and I wondered if he had fallen under Superior's spell. Regardless, I decided to continue on with my plan.

'Superior had decided to throw a banquet to celebrate his re-coronation as King of Pride and undisputed leader of the Ascent of Arrogance. We were his guest of honours. All the warring demon lords of the Ascent were there. Superior flaunted us in front of them, milling about the crowd and showing us off as his toys. Given my new demonic powers, I could sense Superior's growing arrogance and the subservience of the other demon lords. The more he boasted, the more his demonic erection grew until he was at full mast and simply dripping masculinity.'

For that brief moment, Dante eased up pleasuring his dick as he became enthralled in the narrative. His eyes danced across the pages, eager to know what happened next.

'At the height of the banquet, Superior put us up on a stage while all the guests were gathered before him, sitting on a long table made of the same reflective metal as the rest of the Ascent. Dozens of mirrors were erected around us, each one acting like a camera to other demons in their abodes across the plane of Hell.

'Superior boasted about his accomplishment, about how he had conquered those that had conquered him that one time. Through some rather flimsy logic, he dubbed himself our better and officially reclaimed his seat as King of Pride. As a final show of his superiority, he would have demanded that everyone kneel to him. He never got that chance, however. I threw myself at him wrapping my coils around his body and squeezing on his nipples hard to stimulate them. The pure shock of the attack caught him off guard and when I wrapped my tail around his members, squeezing them together, he tumbled. Russ then took the opportunity to seize his tail and shove his erect manhoods into Superior's anal slit.

'The entire congregation got up from their seats, some made to help but when both Russ and Superior began moaning in ecstasy, they refrained from interfering. The great King of Pride had been reduced to a bottom himself and they all watched, aroused. Russ and I humiliated their King to the entire plane. When Russ hit orgasm, he passed Superior's tail to me. Though the demon begged us to stop, I admit to being rather vindictive for what he had intended to do. So I too found my dicks deep into his ass. I made sure that each of my members had a turn just to further his humiliation. As I did this, Russ added insult to injury by proceeding to stimulate his remaining dick and spreading his demonic seed all over Superior's face.'

Dante squeezed his eyes shut, biting his lower lip. "Ooooh grandpa..."

"Fantasising about your grandfather while jacking off?" Dante immediately went rigid and spun towards the door. Flash stood there, fully hellhound just like him and giving him a cocky smirk.

"No!" Dante protested. "It was just... grandpa and Russ... they fucked this demon and...he...I...they-!"

Flash snickered and moved closer. He gently pushed Dante onto his side so that he could wrap his arms around the midnight hellhound. Flash's hot, pulsing dick squeezed right between Dante's perfect, rounded ass. The crimson spawn of hell nestled his muzzle again Dante's neck, peering at the book in Dante's paws.

"What part are we up to?"

Dante gave Flash a quick synopsis and he felt his mate's dick spasm a little at the mention of the three day sex session and the humiliation of Superior. Then, he began to read aloud.

'I did not feel proud of what I did. Not then, not now. I let the demonic side of me take over and I went wild. It would be years later - Earth years, not Hell years - when I would make contact with Superior again. He is doing well, all things considered. Having been taught a lesson in humility, he apparently now lives far away from the palace of the Ascent, managing a small farm where any of those condemned to that circle of Hell could work to earn their pride. Crawling from the very bottom rung of the ladder and truly make a man appreciate what he has and be proud of his achievements. Though from what I heard, the Ascent has been reduced to a mess of lord vying for the top spot. Perhaps it is better that way.

'But back to the story. We had humiliated Superior and at the same time, experienced multiple orgasms. I will admit that I lost myself in the moment and was drunk on the pride of having just conquered a King of Hell. I threw myself into the hordes of other Pride Demons and proceeded to claim them as my own. Russ was right there beside me and what followed was a blurry mess of dicks, semen and cries of ecstasy.'

"Fuck... your grandpa was kinky..." Flash snickered.

"He was as demon," Dante replied, mirroring the snicker.

'I woke a day later to the sound of someone peeling an apple. Dozens of Pride Demons lay scattered in Superior's banquet hall, unconscious from the events that had transpired. Demons may not need to sleep but they can be knocked out given the right stimulation. I found H2 was the source of the sound and he told me that it was time to go. I did not want to leave. I felt like I had earned my kingdom and my place in Hell but then Russ told me that the Ascent was not my place and that I was not truly a Pride Demon. I protested, vehemently, but they both told me that it was the power of the palace, of the Ascent itself. It gave us an inflated sense of self-importance and indeed those that sat on the throne would wear their pride like armour. They would be invulnerable to all save for humiliation. I now had a choice to sit on that throne and rule this section of Hell forever or continue my journey and eventually return to the mortal realm. Both of them then brought up the point of what would happen should I fall like Superior did.

'That was enough to convince me. Pride is a poison, my boy, and if you let it hold you, you will forever be damned and can only be saved when a brave soul humiliates you. Or perhaps if you can muster up the strength to become humble yourself.

'Thus ends my foray into the realm of pride. I learned much and I grew both physically and emotionally. H2 was kind enough to restore my human form though he did leave me with a few modifications from my time as a Pride Demon. It was through this that I also learned that I could trust Russ and that cemented the foundations of our romance. But more on that later. On to the land of Jealousy...'

Dante shut the book and let out a soft sigh. "Wow... Some trip."

"I'll say," Flash rumbled. His paw reached over Dante's waist and seized the dark hellhound's dick. "But I don't think you got to finish."

Dante groaned softly. "Shouldn't we... conserve our strength...?"

"We're hellhounds. We'll gather more."

******

When morning came, the Teller household was drastically changed, at least on the inside. It would've been impossible to tell that it had become a demonic love nest but that was exactly what it had become. To any demon passing it, they would have detected the dark energies radiating from the place, an unholy nexus of amassing powers. But through sheer force of will, Edward kept those energies from spreading too far, preventing anyone from detecting it from a distance. Again, the only way to truly see the corruption would be to step on the wild, dark grass that grew on the front yard and instantly become known to Edward.

The walls of Edward's room had been completely transformed into the obsidian demonic stone that had the glowing purple veins pulsing through them. Old figurines from various movie franchises had been morphed into erotic statues that displayed Pride Demons in various stages of coitus. The rims of his closet mirror had been morphed into a twisted, vine-like motif and the mirror itself burned with an ethereal, black-purple fire, providing light and warmth in room. The entire carpet had been converted into the dark grass, now at least knee high for the average human. Bookshelves and desks had been consumed entirely by the dark walls, melding with the obsidian before become covered by it.

Every book, writing instrument, sheet of paper and even his computer became infused with his demonic energies. They were all designed to capture the pride of unwitting mortals and turn feed the power back to him. Whatever clothes he had left in his closet had similarly been infused, changing them so that they would automatically transform into whatever the viewer decided was the trendiest or sexiest to make themselves look much better in their eyes.

Near the centre of the room, Edward lay with his coils in layers to provide a comfortable bed for his father. Eugene lay on the soft underbelly scales, naked and snoring softly. Edward couldn't help but infuse his father with some of his power. After being so accepting of his role and his new powers, how could he not make his father just a little bit buffer, taller and all the more sexy? It wasn't too much. He was all too aware that too much too soon could easily turn Eugene into a prideful slave just like Mal or Zander.

But after his multiple orgasms, he needed to direct his energy elsewhere even as it eagerly gravitated towards his dad. So he turned it towards the house instead. Looking at his room with all its books and writing materials, he thought it would be rather fitting for Mal. Through sheer force of will alone, he began causing the walls to stretch and reshape themselves. They had a second bedroom for the day when Eugene decided he needed another kid to keep Edward company but he never managed to adopt another young soul. That just gave Edward room to expand the current chamber.

The wall separating his room from the one next to it melded into the floor. The blank bedroom was quickly consumed by his dark energies. Bookshelves sprouted all across the walls. Another black fire mirror appeared in place of the sliding closet door. The wild carpet swept into the new terrain. Edward didn't think that the hard, demon stone bed he lay should be so close to the door. Gently so as not to wake his father, he had the bed slowly move towards the edge of the new library, resting against the far wall and between the two rows of bookshelves. Still with so much power to spare, he filled the books with dozens of dozens of damning tomes. Anyone that opened those books would instantly be consumed by the pride of knowledge. They would boast that they knew more than anyone else and continued to feed Edward.

As a finishing touch, he twisted the bedroom door to become a pair of black, double doors.

Eugene mumbled softly and began to rouse. Edward gently stroked his dad's hair, only needing to use a single finger for the task as his entire paw could easily crush his parent's head.

Eugene yawned and looked up at him, smiling with pride. "Morning." Then he looked around at the near darkness. "I think..."

"It's morning," Edward answered, slowly starting to uncurl. Sensing his son's movements, Eugene slipped off the serpentine body and landed in the tall grass. Edward slithered onto the unholy foliage, sensing how the rest of his work over the course of the night had spread across the rest of the house.

"This is new," said his dad, wading through the grass.

"Don't worry, dad. It actually helps me detect when people are in my territory."

"You can tell when people are in our place through the grass?"

"Yep," answered Edward proudly. "I changed the grass on the front lawn too. Just in case someone comes in."

"Won't the neighbours notice?"

"I don't think so," he responded. "I don't know how but I'm pretty sure no one would notice."

There was a brief flash of worry from Eugene but he still smiled proudly. "You're amazing, you know that?"

It was strange but that almost sounded like something a lover would say to his partner not something a father would say to his son. Edward dismissed it and began to slither across the grass. "Come on dad. Let me show you what else I've done with the place."

Eugene was not the least bit self-conscious about his nudity. In fact, he wore it with pride as he followed his son out of door. Edward had made sure the door was big enough to fit his immense bulk through it. Mal wouldn't be as big as he was especially as he kept feeding but he had to make sure he could fit through all the doors of his palace.

The hallway leading from his room had been warped just like the newly built library. There were still parts where the old house shone through but they were slowly being consumed by his power. Side tables had been transformed into statues of curled Pride Demons with dicks erect. What few paintings they had hanging on the walls were now perverted to show Pride Demons in sexy poses or even fucking one another madly. The entire floor was covered in the same dark, wild grass.

His dad's room had been transformed into a lavished king's paradise. He had merged the adjacent bathroom with the bedroom itself. That left a rather large, gold, glistening, floor-level bath at the far wall. It was already filled with crystal clear water and rose petals danced delicately in the ever-warm water. That the shower head itself was shaped like a tall, pride demon and the hot and cold dials were the demon's dicks was just the icing on the cake.

Unlike the rest of the house, the dark grass was much shorter here than anywhere else. The walls were also made of black wood with the same purple veins instead of the dark demon stone. Eugene's computer remained untouched even though his table had been corrupted into solid 'pridestone' as Edward decided to call the black rock. There was a tall floor-to-ceiling window on the far end of the room that allowed what little sunlight that graced Angelton in through. At the centre of the room, was a large four-poster bed big enough to fit two Pride Demons, gossamer silk curtains hanging from the canopy.

"Why is my room different from yours?"

Edward though his dad would like the lavished, almost human surroundings but what he sense from his father was confusion and a little bit of hurt. "I thought you'd like it..."

"I do but..." Eugene went over to the bed and ran his hand over the wooden frame. "It still feels... human..."

Then it struck him. "Dad... do you want to be a demon... like me?"

Eugene blushed and gave his son that same, proud smile. "You're my son, Edward. I want to be part of your life. And if that means being a demon like you, I'm willing to go to hell and back for that."

Edward shuddered, his cocks just begging to erupt. "Dad... I..." He gulped loudly. "Fuck, I want to turn you into one just like me right now." He gave his father an apologetic look. "But I really don't know how yet." He held up his big paws before his father could protest or complain. "But let me test it out first. I've got a couple of people on the backburner. I don't want you to be some mindless drone worshiping my dick, dad. I want you there right beside me."

His dad gave him a smile. "You do what you have to do, son. I'll be right -"

Edward suddenly went rigid and lifted his paw.

Someone was heading towards their front door. A low growl escaped his muzzle as the person came up to their front porch and knocked on the door. His growling subsided, however. Someone who would wait to knock on a door certainly wasn't hostile... at least on the surface.

"That's amazing," Eugene murmured. "You knew someone was there before they even knocked."

"Part of the powers, dad," he rumbled. "Hang tight. I'm going to check out who it is."

He slithered out of the bedroom and headed for the stairs. For the benefit of his serpentine lower half, Edward had changed the stairs to a gently sloping ramp, still covered in the dark grass. He quietly moved down the ramp towards the front door, having to hunch slightly as he hadn't fully transformed the first floor of the house quiet yet. The lounge room had already been broadened and consumed much of the backyard to accommodate for the lacrosse team that would soon be occupying it but nothing much else. The kitchen was still mostly bare and the garage had been expanded for Zander and his posse. All in all, though, the first floor was still very much... mortal. There was only so much he could do in one night.

He peered through the peephole of their door at their guest.

It wasn't Dante, so that was good.

It wasn't any of his prey either so that was bad.

It was some random guy dressed in an ugly tan jacket and wearing a yellow hard hat. He was pretty damn sexy though. Well-built but with a bit of a belly showing through the olive-green shirt of his. Disappointingly, his legs were a little scrawny as seen through the tan shorts.

Lightning fast, Edward slipped back up the ramp to the second floor and back to his dad.

"I think there's a guy from the electric company here," he said.

Eugene's eyes widened and he rolled his eyes. "Goddamnit... The mayor said he'd be sending people around to the houses to check that their electrical mains were switched off in the places that were hit the hardest. They must've noticed we still had our power on."

"Shit..." Edward began to think very fast. "The power main is in the basement. Maybe we can just let him go in and go out without a hitch?"

Eugene shook his head. "They'll want to check the whole house for live wires or the like..." He looked worriedly at Edward. "What do we do?"

There was really only one thing he could do.

"Bring him to the basement."

Eugene wasn't sure what his son had planned but given the situation, he wasn't in any position to argue. Edward knew his powers better than anyone so he could only trust his sun just as he had trusted him the past two nights. In his heart, he couldn't truly believe that his son was a demon. If he was, why would he spare his father some dark hellish fate? He couldn't quite understand the feeling that was bubbling in his chest or the warmth he felt in his chest every time he saw his son's demonic form. He could understand the throbbing in his loins, that was easy enough to understand, but the one in his chest? Was it some demonic hold? Or something else?

Either way, he needed to get changed. He quickly washed himself clean of any residual sweat and the stink of cum with the luxurious bath his son had provided him and by the time the electrician was knocking on the door for the second time, he was dressed in some casual enough clothes. Bare foot, the alien grass felt weird but it was comforting to know that his son's awareness was linked to the individual blades. It was like being constantly hugged by Edward again, bringing memories of when the little guy was still small and would cling onto his legs.

He focused on his task at hand and opened the door just before the electrician could knock for a third time.

"Mr. Teller?" the man asked. By his name tag, his surname was Daniels. He was a few years Eugene's senior with a full head of grey hair hidden by a terrible tan cap. Eugene suspected the guy had a bald pate that he hid under there and compensated with a rather thick moustache. "I'm here to check your power mains."

"Yes, yes of course." Eugene tried not to be inconspicuous but there was nothing much he could do to hide the ramp growing thick, purple-black grass leading up to the second floor. "The fuse box is in the basement. I'll take you there."

He stepped aside and let Daniels in. The man stepped inside and let out a grunt. Was it because he saw the strangely shaped ramp or the bizarre organisation of his lounge room which was a lot lower than he had remembered? He walked stiffly towards the door to the basement but Daniels made no comment about the strange grass growing out of the floor or the brief moment where it was possible to see the corrupted second floor.

"Don't see why you insist on living here," Daniels said. "It's a health hazard. You got to know that, right?"

"It's a very important place to me," he answered with a faint smile. "I love it. Even now." He pulled open the basement door and flicked on the light. There seemed nothing off, no corruption... yet.

"Right. Well I can tell ya, man. It's gonna take a lot of work and a lot of money to get this place barely liveable again."

"You have no idea."

The moment Eugene stepped on the cold, concrete floor, Edward pounced from the shadows. He plucked Daniels right off the stairwell and slammed him hard against the wall, his red eyes glowing, canine muzzle pulled back wide to reveal a pair of wicked fangs.

"Holy shit!" Daniels screamed. "What the fuck!?"

"Edward!?" Eugene shouted.

Edward grinned. Fear permeated the electrician but he would soon change that. "It's okay, dad. I got this."

"This thing is your fucking son!?" Daniels shouted.

"Indeed I am," rumbled Edward, his voice a deep resonating boom that reverberated deep into the souls of all those present. "And you are going to be mine."

"Wait! What!?"

The electrician suddenly let out a loud choking noise. His head snapped back, every limb in his body going rigid like he was being crucified against the wall. Edward took everything that he learned from the previous day and put it to practice. He forged his own demonic energies into a spear and sent it sailing through the thick cloud of fear surrounding Daniels. It poured right into the electrician's soul, twisting it, corrupting it.

But he found some resistance. The man's soul was like hard egg. He could lather the surface with his taint and make it look like a demon's but the interior was still stubbornly protected by the outer shell. The light of free will shone through his corruption, keeping the man well outside of his total influence. He realised that it was the difference between what Mal, Zander and Barry had given them. They were all somewhat willing, Zander the most willing of all. But this rotund man didn't want this, didn't want the power.

Edward didn't see him as worthy of being turned into a full demon so he decided to go in another direction. He had his claws on the man's soul. Now, it was just a matter of removing it from the mortal shell. His throbbing dicks told him what the most... fun way of extracting a soul would be and with a grin, he began pouring more and more of his influence into helpless blue collar worker.

A loud groan escaped from Daniels' lips and his body began to shake. His cock began to fill with blood, bulging out against his terrible, tan shorts. It continued to grow well past the limits of his normal four and a half inches. A large, obvious wet mark began smearing the tawny fabric of his shorts, the visible tent growing bigger and bigger with a defined point starting to stretch the fabric.

A loud tearing noise echoed in the basement as a big, red, barbed cock burst out from Daniels' crotch and continued to grow monstrously big. Thick ropes of precum poured out of the pointed tip, matching the shape of Edward's but not entire the size quite yet. It continued to grow, each desperate pant from Daniels causing it to surge an another inch into the air, widening to the point where it would've put bear cans to shame.

Edward grinned as the drooling member rose to meet his lips. He licked the tip lightly. The fluids coming out of it were delicious if a little... mortal. That would soon change. He plunged more demonic energies down through the shaft, stimulating every nerve pleasurably on its way down. Daniels was helpless and could only groan and squirm as Edward reached into his very essence and took hold of his soul.

Perhaps realising what was happening, Daniels' eyes widened and he let out a long, prolonged cry.

"Nooooooooooooo!"

Edward pulled the soul right out of the man's being, taking it straight out of the ether and forcing it to manifest on the material plane. It formed as large melon sized ball that stretched Daniel's balls to epic proportions. Edward spent more demonic energies just to make sure his victim's balls stayed that way. He liked how they looked. Then, with his grip firmly around the man's soul, he began to pull.

Daniels' cry turned from one of desperation to one of lust as the mortal man was taken out of the pudgy shell. The glowing orb was slowly pulled up the length of the thick, mutant cock, forming a distinct bulge in the shaft. As Edward pulled, the mortal body was overcome with lust and instinctively began producing more and more bodily fluids to make the transition easier. It became easier and easier for Edward. Inch by inch, that glowing sphere slid up Daniel's shaft until it began to crest out the tip of the dick.

The electrician groaned, his eyes glazed over and hollow as his soul emerged from his demonic dick in a shower of his own cum. His body quaked and shook violently, loud grunts and moans erupting from his lips while his hips bucked, willing the soul out of his body. Some last stubborn part of the soul tried to cling to his body but a soul was strongest in the ethereal plane. On the material, it was just like a basketball.

Edward could keep Daniels up with one paw. With the other seized the soul and yanked it out of the electrician. A fountain of cum celebrated his liberation of the glowing orb. On any other day, it would've been a brilliant, white sphere emitting the most brilliant light. But today, it was wreathed in a dark, purple flame.

Edward licked his lips and pulled the soul towards his lips.

"N... N... No... please..."

He was shocked. Daniels was still... Daniels. His immortal soul was separated from his body and yet... he was still conscious... still... himself. Edward scanned his body. Fear, sorrow and regret surrounded him. The mortal shell wasn't just a shell. It was still filled with Daniel's conscious mind. So what exactly was the thing in his paw.

It didn't matter.

Edward pulled the soul to his lips and gave it a lick. Its taste was indescribable. Literally. There was nothing like it. He just knew that it was good. He couldn't contain himself and he took a big bite out of the orb. As he did so, Daniels slumped against his hand in despair, tears running down his cheeks. Every bite the demon took filled him with an incredible amount of energy. More than he had ever gotten from devouring the pride from others. It was like eating a sun and instantly metabolising its strength.

He groaned and hunched over, letting go of the electrician. He clutched the soul against his chest like it was his baby. The power from that one bite was so overwhelming that he could feel it radiating out of his stomach ready to explode. He could barely contain it and immediately directed back to his room.

The sudden surge of energy fuelled the transformation of the entire house. What Edward did in one night was tripled in a matter of minutes. The entire lounge room sunk several feet into the ground, sheer walls ensuring that anyone who fell into the pit would never be able to escape. Pridestone covered every inch of the new room save for the far wall which had the words 'The Snake Pit' engraved into it in bright, purple, demonic fire. Various forms of gym equipment and workout tools grew from the pridestone with a wrestling mat right at the centre for when its inhabitants could pit their prey against one another. Loser would be turned into a Pride Demon. Winners got to live another day. To facilitate this, several cells were built into the walls of the Snake Pit big enough to hold thirty men. Barry would be the Pit's undisputed master.

The kitchen was not spared the transformation as the main hall was immediately covered in pridestone and the thick demonic grass spread all across the floor, increasing Edward's awareness. Pristine, clean kitchen utensils were twisted into dark instruments of feeding and cutting. The clean, white kitchen counter became black with pridestone. The sink's silver surface became a lavished cold with the faucet transforming into a Pride Demon's head and the knobs, naturally, his twin dicks just like the bath upstairs. The refrigerator became a tomb of ice, capable of instantly freezing anything that came in contact with it. The oven and microwave spewed purplish black flames every few seconds.

The changes stopped there for the moment but Edward's eyes were wide in awe.

This was power.

Without caring for the consequences, he gobbled down the rest of the soul. He threw his head back and let out loud cry as he absorbed all that raw energy.

"FUCK YEEEEEEEEESSSS!" he cried.

He was ready for it this time. The influx of energy was instantly diverted to the rest of the house, turning the rest of the Teller residence into his domain. The garage morphed and twisted. It dug into the ground, sloping deeper than even the Snake Pit. It formed a broad, circular domain as wide as the entire house, deep underground. The walls were perfectly reflective with pridestone and faint firelight was provided by unholy, purple tongues of fire that danced in the dark, brooding dungeon. There, Edward pooled his knowledge of fashion into creating closets full of different wardrobes, accessories and trinkets that could turn anyone into the embodiment of 'cool'. Zander and his crew would be able to fill in the gaps in his knowledge but he decided to add a barber shop and a demonic beauty salon just to accommodate for all forms of victims.

Edward was still brimming with energy and he immediately directed it to the basement, right where they were. He corrupted the walls and cleaved into the ground around them. The basement lengthened and dipped lower until its ceiling was an immense twenty feet above them. Huge, arching buttresses decorated the ceiling with a gothic design. Pillars in the shape of enormous Pride Demons flexing their arms to hold up the ceiling lined the walls. Frescos depicting the carnal actions of Pride Demons plucked from his imagination coloured the walls while dark, purple flames lit up the candles hanging from chandeliers above their heads. At the far end of the enormous hallway, a pyramid rose and at its head was a large couch-like throne. Its enormous golden back spread out wide along a sizable length, enough for Edward to rest his coils at full length without a single scale touching the ground.

Sadly, that was the limits of what one soul could give him and Edward let out a sigh as he came down from the high the rush brought on. He looked down at his chest and never realised that he had sprayed cum everywhere. In particular, the electrician, Daniels, was completely covered in his faintly purple seed.

With a grin, he let his demonic essence seep into the man's skin, polluting his mortal form. It was much easier now that the light of free will no longer held him down. Daniels was just a creature of instinct now and as Edward filled the void left inside of him, he began forging an artificial soul, something to hold the mortal together. It was rudimentary. Just an endless devotion to Edward, knowledge that he was now a demon and lived and died for the Pride Demon. Despite his efforts, though, it didn't feel complete and he could sense his constructed soul already starting to deteriorate. Worry struck him as he didn't want anyone to die especially due to his hunger. He searched for any scraps of the soul that he had just devoured and found just a tiny fragment of it within himself. Though he was loathed to part with it, he nonetheless placed it within in artificial soul. That held it together.

As this happened, Daniels form shifted and formed. A demonic growl rose from his chubby throat, muscles bulging out from the layers of fat and dark fur spreading all over his body. His legs thrashed madly beneath him as they became elastic and elongated eventually colliding with one another and merging. A long serpentine tail came out of the transformation and within moment, the electrician was no more.

A new Pride Demon rose, smaller than Edward but still a Pride Demon nonetheless.

Edward circled his creation, taking in the strong, muscular back, the bulging, veiny biceps and the impeccably defined chest. A perfect specimen of a Pride Demon.

"What do you think, dad?" he asked, grinning at his stunned father.

"Edward... what did you... do...?"

"I devoured his soul," Edward responded, gently massaging his demon's shoulders. The hell beast groaned in appreciation, his twin cocks already dripping. "I got a lot of power from it. Enough to change our whole place."

"But... Won't people notice?"

"Let them come," Edward answered with a vicious grin. "I know how to get more power now. I can beat them." But despite his words, he could sense... something wrong with his father. His cocky grin faded. "Dad... What's the matter?"

Eugene stared up at his son. "You turned some random guy into a demon... Why won't you turn me?"

Edward chortled softly. He slithered over to his father and wrapped him in his arms. Gently, he lifted Eugene up to his chest, cradling him like a baby. "Dad, that guy is barely there. He's mindless. Just a guy that'll do whatever I want him to do. I am _not_going to turn you into that. No way. I love you too much. When I turn you into a demon, it's going to be as my equal. I want you right there beside me."

His dad gave him a satisfied smile. "Thank you, son. I appreciate that." He gently lifted a hand and brushed it against Edward's big, black nipple. The moment his hands so much as lightly brushed against the fleshy nub, a squirt of hot liquid poured out and splashed onto Eugene.

A bolt of panic erupted from Edward as he scanned the fluid for any signs of his taint. Strangely, it was clean, at least as clean as demonic man-milk could be.

"What...?" Eugene began. He stared up at his son in surprise. "Edward... did you just lactate?"

"Um... I guess so," Edward laughed softly. "Have a go at it, dad. I think it'll help you grow."

Eugene gave him a devilish smile. "Don't mind if I do."

******

All three hellhounds had felt the big burst of demonic energy the moment it had erupted. They immediately gathered in the den and by the time they had arrived, they were in time for the second burst.

"What was that?" Dante exclaimed.

"That was one of the demons learning how to make a thrall," Russ answered worriedly. "It happened sooner than I expected... I was hoping we'd have taken down at least two or three of them before they started making thralls."

"A thrall..." Dante scanned his memory. "Grandpa mentioned that they were people who had no choice but to worship a demon. They were their eternal slaves or something."

"That's putting it lightly." Russ slumped into his big chair and began pouring himself some scotch. "Thralls are people whose souls have been devoured by demons."

"I thought we couldn't touch people's souls," Flash said. "You said they were off limits."

"No. Twisting a person's free will and memories, that's off limits. But a demon can consume a soul and maybe leave a little morsel of it. He can then wrap that in his own demonic essence and put it back into the very same mortal. Enough of the mortal will be left behind that they can retain some parts of their personality depending on just how much the demon is willing to give but they will be bound endlessly to their creator's whim."

Dante sat on the big cushion opposite to Russ like a good boy listening to his senior's advice. Still in hellhound form, he somehow maintained the shape while his cock was flaccid and sat in his plump sheath. That was the training for the day. Demons could quite easily become consumed by desire and base instincts so Russ had told them to try and maintain their demon forms but keeping their cocks flaccid. After all, an erect cock was just a few good strokes away from orgasm and that could be enough to make them both lose a battle.

Flash wasn't having much luck, however, as his dick was still painfully erect despite attempting to distract himself by lifting weights.

"What happens if a demon doesn't put a bit of the soul back?" Dante asked.

"Can't," answered Russ. "Some part of the soul will always make it back. It's woven into the threads of fate, a universal law. Maybe the demon will give it up willingly or maybe after they expend the energy from the soul, it'll make its way back to the host but eventually, that gaping hole in the mortal will be filled. Sad thing is, even if the demon is so selfish as to keep every bit of the soul for themselves, when the mortal shell is somewhat repaired, the poor bastard will seek out the demon that devoured their spirit and still pledge eternal servitude to them." He gave them both a rueful smile. "It's how the first demons found out how to make thralls."

A frown crossed the legendary hellhound's features. "The thing about thralls is that a broken soul will eventually repair itself. The soul is truly indestructible. It can be shattered and fragmented, broken and splintered but eventually it will heal. Not necessarily with the same parts but over time, as the individual experiences more things, gathers more memories, it will become whole again. That's why demons like having thralls around."

"The soul eventually heals and then they can just eat it up all over again," Dante murmured miserably. "That's... That's a terrible life to live."

"It is."

"Did you ever keep any thralls?" asked Flash.

Russ snorted. "I was one. Back in the day, Hades would constantly siphon my soul from me. There would be hundreds of dead passing me on their way to the underworld every day. Hades would then devour my soul to know each and every soul that entered his domain."

"Hades was a demon?" Dante inclined his head to the side. "I thought he was a god...?"

"Things aren't always what they seem, Dante." Russ rolled his broad shoulder. "In fact, you know the legend of Hercules and his Ten Labours?"

"Yeah...?"

"One of his labours was to bring Cerberus from the underworld." Russ gave him a faint smile. "Well, apart from making thralls, demons are made, not born. A true demon, like me, chose to be a demon. Our kind are smarter, more powerful and have complete souls, blackened and damned as they are."

"So why bring up Hercules?" Flash asked. "Unless..." His eyes widened in surprise.

Russ let out a long sigh. "Hercules had to perform the ten labours to atone for the murder of his six sons and wife after being driven mad by Hera. Two of them he didn't get credit for." He almost spat at that comment. "So he had to do two more. His last one was to capture Cerberus. Well, at least that's what the legends say."

There was pain and anger in Russ' eyes and Dante was almost too afraid to ask but his curiosity won over. "And... the truth?"

Russ sighed heavily and finished is scotch. "Hercules' real twelfth task was to go to the underworld and beg for forgiveness from the family he had killed. He went there with the help of the gods but neither his wife nor his children would forgive him. He became enraged. He had done so much, accomplish so much in their name and they would not forgive him. Hades, offered him a deal. Eternal servitude in exchange for removing the memories that tormented him. So... on that day..."

"Hercules became Cerberus..." Dante's eyes widened in shock. "You're... You're Hercules!"

"Herakles in the traditional Greek translation," Russ muttered. "But yes. I'm that super strong, demi-god that everyone so greatly adores." He gave the two young hellhounds a smirk. "Fun fact, 'demi-god' is really just another word for a guy who is the spawn of an Angel and a mortal. Angels are just as horny as demons, by the way."

Flash lifted his big paw. "So... You're half-man, half-angel and all demon?"

"Pretty much," answered Russ. "It's why Hades coveted me. Why he had me guarding his front door." He caught sight of the two young hellhounds exchanging glances. "You're wondering what happened to the ancient pantheon if I'm here, right? Well, Heaven and Hell tend to undergo some reorganising with changing times. When the Romans fell and Christianity spread, so too did their belief system. More cunning angels and demons took the reins of command. The 'gods' you know are still around but they are nowhere near as strong as they were before.

"I however, was saved by H2 who told me that I deserved something better. There was a day when I would've spat at his name but..." Russ smiled warmly at his empty glass. "Then I wouldn't have met Virgil."

Dante inclined his head to the side, folding one ear back in a rather adorable canine look of curiosity. "But I thought if a demon were merged with a pure soul, they would be destroyed?"

"I am far from pure. I did murder my kids and wife, after all. Even before I fell, I wasn't a saint. Angels aren't perfect either." He poured himself another drink.

"What about Hercules' adventures after his labours? Didn't he go around doing stuff after that?"

"Different guy," mumbled Russ. "Different people tended to take my name for the weight it carried. None of them were ever really as strong but the gods tended to intervene because they liked my story but just not how it ended." He snorted softly and swirled his drink lightly. "Sometimes I do wonder what life would've been like had I been forgiven."

With a sigh, he turned back towards Dante and Flash. "Anyway, we're getting distracted. Long story short, when Hell started getting reorganised, Hades forgot to drain my soul for strength and I woke up from my thraldom. H2 rescued me, helped me survive in the new world for a bit, I met Virgil, I fell in love and here I am, taking care of his pups." He gave the two a wry smile. "I always did want kids again... Just never thought I'd ever be ready after the first time."

Russ set down his glass. "But we have an issue with this demon. With a thrall, he's a lot stronger than you two now and no doubt, he's going to start making more or worse, making more demons loyal to him."

"So let's get him now!" Flash exclaimed, punching his palm. "He may be stronger but we've got him outnumbered. It's three on two, right?"

"Numbers don't always matter when it comes to demons," Russ warned. "We need to see what kind of demon we're dealing with. This is also a mortal who has been turned into a demon so knowing that person will help in undermining them. You two aren't strong enough for combat yet either. You don't even know the basics of fighting as a demon." He nodded towards Flash. "I saw that you've got one hell of a breath there."

Flash covered his muzzle. "Oh... sorry. I was curious about how long my dick was and I never sucked my own dick before so..."

"No, that's not it," Cerberus chuckled. "Occasionally, you tend to spew black flames. That's pure hellfire. Most times, demons tend to infuse hellfire with their own strength, changing its colour and properties. Pure hellfire is hard to control and even harder to summon. You seem to have a knack for it."

Flash grinned and flexed his arms. "Aw yeah! I can shoot fireballs!"

Then, turning towards Dante, Russ said, "I've sensed that you have a far greater control over your demonic side and indeed your rate of consumption than Flash." He stared pointedly at Dante's fuzzy sheath. "I've never seen a newly born hellhound control themselves so well in such a short time. Even your grandfather sported a raging boner through most of his trip in Hell."

Dante seemed unsure. "Really...? I... I dunno..."

"Trust me, I know. You're a lot like your grandfather in many ways. Maybe even better in some respects." Then regarding them both, he added, "We need to hone these skills so you have something to bring to the table when we fight this demon. So for now, we can only wait, train and grow stronger."

He rose from his seat, rubbing his chin. "I'll set up something to help you both. In the meantime, I'm going look into a way we can deal with the demon so whoever it is doesn't terrorise the town."

******

Mallory Jenkins was having a very shitty day.

With his mother having skipped down not only to avoid any potential earthquakes but her raging husband, Mal was left alone in the house with a borderline psychopath. At least in his opinion. Vance Jenkins was a caring father in many ways but sometimes, his temper got to him. With his workplace being trashed and with his wife leaving with a not-so-subtle hint that it was as a proactive measure against his temper, he was royally pissed.

The fact that Martha just up and left without even taking their son angered him all the more. But this was a good thing as far as Mal was concerned. It reminded his dad that he still had a son and that his wife was such a coward that she didn't even consider taking Mal with him.

Still, venturing into the lion's den while he was pissed was still not a good idea and Mal was practically confined to his room while his father pumped iron in the lounge room. With no divide between the lounge and the kitchen, he was left hungry for most of the day. Only when he heard his dad go to the toilet or take a break to do something on his computer did Mal find the courage to sneak out of his room, make himself a quick sandwich and then disappear back into his private sanctuary.

But his Fortress of Solitude wasn't so impregnable anymore. A constant reminder of that was the solid, black, reflective wall that met him every time he entered the room. The purple glowing veins all across its surface made it seem so... alive and gave him this awful sensation that someone was watching him through the glass.

Though given what he had experienced the day before, that wasn't too hard to believe.

It had been a rough night for him. After Edward's visit, he tried to ignore his massive dick but having a foot long flaccid member was just impossible. It was also ridiculously sensitive. Just the faintest brush started his heart racing and send blood pumping into his groin. Going to the toilet was difficult that he had to start pissing in the shower since just looking at it started to get him hard all over again and sporting an erection while on the can was not something normal people did while relieving themselves.

His father's cursing did help, somewhat, but when they had all gone to bed, his thoughts were filled with how amazing it felt to have such a monstrous tool and what the kids back at school would think when he showed them. Images of their jealousy flooded his mind and even some of them begging to be fucked or to let them suck and worship his dick invaded his young vulnerable mind. He couldn't help but jack off and while it helped him slip into blissful slumber, it also brought him closer to Edward's grasp. He could feel that demon's claws raking against his soul, beckoning it towards him.

When he woke up, it was to sheets wet with his cum and to a painfully erect cock. He tried to occupy himself but when he asked his dad if he could go outside, Vance angrily told him that it wasn't safe and to stay put. He wasn't going to disobey his professional trainer of a father and sat back in his room. He tried to surf the web but thinking of his amazing computer reminded him of just how much better his rig was than Edward's. That pride gave him yet _another_boner and before he knew it, he was blowing his load all over himself again. And again, he felt Edward's presence there, waiting.

By lunch, he was starved and dared to venture out of his room for nourishment. Somehow, he had found some loose fitting pants that would let him hide his bulge. He still stank of sex but it was somewhat hidden by the heavy air fresheners that his mother insisted had to be set up all over the house. He was making himself a sandwich when his father stepped into the kitchen.

Like Mallory, Vance had dark brown hair but that was where heir similarities ended. Vance had perfect teeth, a strong, square jaw, healthy, tanned skin and perfect twenty-twenty vision in his bright, brown eyes. He also stood at an impressive 6'2'' with lean muscles clinging onto his athletic form. With the hiatus in job, he had forgone shaving and wore a light beard. Still well groomed but it was different from when he was clean shaven.

"When did you get your ear pierced?" Vance rumbled.

Another thing he had found horrifying. The golden ring that hung from his left ear. He could feel Edward's essence seeping from it and into his body. So many times he wanted to remove it but he couldn't find a weakness in the golden link and as time went, he found himself mentally unable to remove it. It started simply with the thought that it made him look good and though that was tempered with horror, he soon began to believe it. Despite knowing where the ring came from, he actually grew to like it.

"Mom said I could..." he lied softly.

"That bitch..." Vance growled, heading towards the refrigerator. "Well, what's done is done. It looks good on you anyway."

Pride swelled in Mal's chest but that only gave rise to his cock and he quickly stuffed the sandwich he was having into his mouth to keep the moan from being audible.

"I'm sorry for the last few days," Vance said, emerging from the refrigerator with a carton of milk. He drank it straight out of the carton, something Martha Jenkins always reviled and reprimanded the two men about. He let out a sigh and wiped his lips with the back of his hand. "I just love my job, you know? And now that the gym is down and I don't know when it'll come back up, I'm frustrated that I don't know what to do. Then your mother leaves 'temporarily'..." He growled and shook his head. "I swear, if it wasn't for you, she'd just up and divorce me."

He gave Mallory a faint smile. "I love you son."

Mal nodded and swallowed the piece of sandwich in his mouth. "Love you too dad."

They parted ways and Mal was just starting to think that he would be fine after all. Maybe he could find strength in his dad, something he thought he'd never be capable of doing. They were two very different people after all. He actually felt Edward's grip on him loosen as he began to wonder what would happen if he told his father everything.

Maybe they could go to the local priest or find an exorcist and purge the demon form Edward.

Or maybe even send him straight to Hell where he belonged.

"Yeah, get you out of my life," Mal rumbled as he shut his door. He stared defiantly at the reflective black wall. "You have no power over me."

He stormed over to the wall, his courage building with every step. "You hear me?" he snapped. "You think by giving me a big dick that I'll just come crawling back to you? Well think again! I'm stronger than that! I've got my dad! He loves me! He'll protect me! And we'll send you back to the Hell you came from!"

Just as his courage was building to its peak, a huge paw erupted from the dark surface, seizing his collar. The reflective glass shimmered and rippled like water as Edward's lupine features emerged, grinning from ear to ear.

"That's what I like to hear," Edward rumbled. "So cocky. So sure of yourself. That's the Mal I know and love." He flicked his ears back. "Come on, man. Let me show you your new home."

Mal's eyes widened. "Wait! No! Daaaaaaaaaaaaaad!"

His cry never reached Vance's ears as he was pulled straight into the darkness. The inky blackness didn't last very long, however. He soon found himself being gently set down on a bed of tall, purplish-black grass in what appeared to be a vast library. The walls were made of the same black glass as his wall had been. Bookshelves filled with dark tomes rose up in two rows beside a massive, stone bed. Erie purple flames lit up the dark library.

"What... where...?" he began.

Edward gently pressed a big paw against his back and guided him through the grass, the enormous demon slithering beside him.

"This is your new home, Mal," Edward chuckled. "I made it just for you." He waved his large paws, gesturing at the bookshelves. "Each of these books are built to fill eager minds with forbidden knowledge. Each of them will be proud of what they've learned and that pride is going to feed straight into you, making you stronger."

"I... I don't want to grow stronger... not like that!" Mal was shaking in fear. "Take me back home. I don't want to be here."

Edward chortled as he curled up on the stone bed. He patted his long, serpentine length, beckoning Mal to sit on them. The young human shook his head, refusing.

"Oh Mal," Edward cooed. "I'm not going to eat your soul. You've been a really good friend to me. I want you to stand by my side. Well..." He smirked to himself. "There's only one man I want by my side. You'd be serving under me but you'd still be well taken care of. Once you get a taste of what it means to be a Pride Demon, I'm sure you'll love it."

Mallory shook his head in defiance. "I don't want to be a Pride Demon! I don't want to live in Hell!"

"But that's just it!" Edward laughed, spreading his arms wide. "We're not in Hell! We're in my house! On earth!" He made a claw with his paw. "Don't you see, Mal? We're going to spread all over Angelton. All over the world! Mortals are prideful creatures! It is their pride that drives them to defy gravity and fly across oceans. It's pride that compels them to stand against nature and mess with genes! It's pride that pushes them to fight against death itself with medicine and fantasies of immortality! We will be the strongest demons on earth!"

He then turned his claw into a welcoming palm, holding it out to Mal. "And I want you to be part of that." Edward's red eyes gleamed. "Don't you want to make your father proud of you? Strong, physically fit Vance, will finally have a strong, powerful son. Didn't you always like playing the dark side in all those RPGs? Don't you want to beat down on those bullies that forced you to do their homework and stuffed you into lockers? Imagine how they'd react if they threw you into a locker and you burst out a full demon and dragged them to Hell!"

Mal's heart was beating fast and his dick was rising to erection. All those fantasies were flooding his mind and his resolve was weakening. He could just see his dad looking up at him proudly, begging him to flex his muscles and show him how to become just like him. He could picture his revenge on those bullies, turning them into mindless thralls that did nothing but worship every inch of his muscular body while he and his dad made out furiously, big paws on one another's throbbing, demon dicks...

"No! No!" he screamed, clutching the sides of his head. "I'm not a demon! I don't want to make those bullies to suffer! I don't want to turn them into hollow thralls! And I definitely don't want to make love with my dad!"

Edward seemed surprised then he let out a booming laugh. "Really? Well let me tell you something, Mal." He grinned from ear to ear, his red eyes burning like coals. "I said nothing about making thralls or turning your dad into your lover. That was all you."

Those words cut deep and from the wound, a seething demonic corruption bled. "No!" He clutched his chest, desperately trying to fight the rising urges inside of him. "Th - Th - That's you! That's your own sick desires! Y - Y - You want to make thralls! You want to fuck your dad!"

The Pride Demon was silent for a few, blissful three seconds. Then Edward slithered off the stone bed and gently gripped Mal's shoulders. "How about we play a game?" he said, his voice so deep, so menacing and yet so undeniably sexy.

"Wh - What kind of game...?" Mal whimpered.

Much to his relief, he was taken back through the black glass to his room. But this 'game' that Edward spoke of but him on edge.

"Let's call it 'Do you really?'" Edward said, grinning darkly. He lifted his head and when he next spoke, Mal's own voice emerged from his throat. "Dad? Can I get your help with something?"

Mal's eyes widened in horror and he lunged at Edward, clutching the big beast's mighty forearm. "No! You can't bring him into this!"

"Do you really think you can stop me?"

The purpose of the game, the name drop and the sinister edge to Edward's voice froze Mal's heart.

"Alright Mal!" grunted Vance. "Just let me... urgh... finish this set!"

"Do you really want that juicy piece of mortal ass to slip right through fingers, so full of pride of his own body and with such a big ego to boot?"

"No! I just... He... I..." Mal clutched his head, trying to defy the words scraping against his resolve but the throbbing of his massive dick was too much. Despite knowing his dad was just moments away, he just had to get rid of his baggy pants and practically tore them off. Seeing his enormous two foot member rising in front of him was unreal.

Edward moved towards the door, somehow managing to squeeze his enormous frame behind the wooden panel. "Do you really want him to see you like this?"

The door sprang open and Vance Jenkins froze the moment he saw his son's enormous prick just hanging standing there, a baseball bat growing right out of his son's crotch!

"Mal! What the -"

Powerful serpentine coils immediately wrapped around him, yanking him off the ground and pulling him to eyelevel of the enormous demon hiding just out of his periphery.

"Holy shit!"

"Do you really not want a taste of this?" Edward continued.

Before all the pride in Vance could be tainted by fear, Edward drew a long breath, his lips just over Vance's brow. All of Vance's pride seeped into his muzzle and he held it in his cheeks, refusing to swallow it despite the temptation. Mr. Jenkins, in all his arrogance and physical aptitude, was reduced to a quivering mess that nearly pissed himself as all his pride was drained from him. No courage was left in the man though his soul was still intact.

Edward dropped him to the ground and turned towards Mal.

"Do you really think you can resist?" he finished.

Lightning fast, he closed the gap between himself and Mal, curling his tail around his hapless victim but not constricting him. There was no point. Mal was his completely and utterly. He gently cupped Mal's chin with one enormous finger, turning it towards him just as he leaned down. Their lips met and Edward pushed Vance's stolen pride down his friend's throat. Mal devoured it like a true demon, ever once hesitating. With the flood of energies, Edward slipped some of his own dark power. Mal took it all, letting the demonic corruption spread through him.

Searing purple light coursed through his veins and he groaned as it permeated his entire body. Having given himself willingly to the demonic influence, his soul was engulfed by the dark energies. Bleak, purple veins corrupted the shining, orb of light. Purple flames surrounded it as the white surface transformed into a barren black just like the reflective walls. A black, spiritual chain wound itself around the black rock, binding it to Edward's soul. The link instantly shared much of power from both sides.

Edward felt Mal's hungry body feeding off his demonic energies to fuel his own transformation but at the same time, Mal gave him a steady supply of his own strength. Need and desire pulsed in his dicks and he unwound himself from around Mal as his erections throbbed for release. Mal's raw energies fed his body, muscles expanding and bones adding just that little bit of height to make sure he as perfectly proportioned. Vicious, bright, purple stripes appeared all the back of his arms and tracing down his spine, breaking the monotony of the black fur for something a little more... regal. His blonde hair grew down his spine, stopping just halfway down his back before growing outwards to become a rather menacing and manly mane. Perhaps most startlingly of all, two points of black stone erupted from his forehead. They grew rapidly, first sliding backwards to follow his skull before abruptly curling in either direction and jutting forward to form a pair of sharp, pointed horns that both protected his ears and served as weapons. Each one was glossy black just like the obsidian walls he had created by their tips emitted an eerie, purple glow with thin veins running down their length.

His transformation was nothing compared to Mal's however.

The young nerd hunched forward, a demonic purple aura surrounding him like fire. His teeth were gnashed together as he willingly pushed strength of his corrupted soul into his body, changing his entire form to reflect his blackened essence. It started with his eyes. Inky darkness crept from the corners of his eyelids, sliding quickly all over his sclera until they were midnight black. His irises emitted a bright red glow. He let out a cry as an unholy purple fire burst from his eyes. He straightened, throwing his head back while wrapping his hands over his eyes. A second layer, he was left panting and he pulled his hands away. A pair of purple, slitted eyes in a field of black took in the world greedily.

Mal grinned wide. As he did so, his teeth began to morph and twist. His features jutted forward, nose spearheading the change with jaw following shortly after. His braces let out loud, metallic twangs as they snapped and broke. Demonic fire burned away the accursed metal as his teeth straightened themselves into a set of powerful fangs built for war. At the same time, his ears were being yanked back while his face was being pushed forward. Their roots remained stubborn but their overall shape stretched to become a pair of pointed, triangular ears. This thick, black hair began spreading wildly all over his face, first creeping down sides of his face like sideburns before crawling along the lines of a beard. Soon, the thick hairs infected the rest of his face, becoming a coarse, wild pelt that, matched with his wicked fangs, made him truly look like a monster. The emerging demon let out a feral roar. His hidden fangs snapped out with a chilling slicing noise, pride poising dripping from them freely.

Pulsing purple light flashed through his veins, pumping into his shoulders and arms. Mal tore his shirt right down the middle revealing his bare chest that grew more and more with every breath he took. The flat pectorals quickly began growing strong, corded mounds of muscle, abdominal muscles that would've put supermodels to shame sprang to life while his shoulders broadened and gave him an overall 'Y' shaped silhouette. Massive teardrop shaped muscles bulged over his shoulders and forearms while his biceps and triceps erupted to become the size of footballs and still continued growing.

Mal snarled and threw his head back, staring at the ceiling as the rest of the transformation wracked his body. His bare legs had a moment of growing to the size of tree trunks before they merged into a single, muscular limb covered in smooth, purple-black scales. His enormous dick took on a bright, pinkish colouration, menacing barbs springing along its underside and the head tapering to a penetrating point. He grinned to himself when a second source of pleasure began throbbing right beside his dick and his second member sprang into existence.

Just as dark fur began covering the rest of his upper body, Mal found himself in the arms of his creator and master, Edward Teller. Their lips met in a passionate kiss, dicks throbbing madly against one another as their coils wrapped around one another achieving a sense of closeness that only anal sex could outmatch. They toppled to the floor, a mess of growls and lusty snarls as Edward fed off Mal's power and Mal in turn drew upon Edward's demonic essence.

They both stopped when Vance scrambled to his feet and began bolting for the exit.

Edward just grinned and said, "He's yours."

Faster than anything of his size could've moved, Mal unwrapped himself from his master and barrelled through his door, bursting right through the doorframe. He collided with his dad before Vance could even reach halfway down the hallway.

"Mal! Please!" Vance begged, tears in his eyes. "Remember who you are!"

Mal gave his father a warm smile even as his precum poured onto his dad's workout shorts and began to melt them away. "I remember who I am dad. I'm your son." He leaned down, muzzle hovering over his father's ear. "And I love you."

His fangs emerged...

... and he sunk them deep into Vance's shoulder.

******

With the addition of two new demons, Edward's power grew. So much so that Zander almost violently dragged his three friends back out to the fountain in the near darkness. Though it was only seven in the evening, it might as well have been midnight. He burned with pride, an emotion he felt so possessive over that he could only think of protecting it and _refused_to let anyone, especially these _parasites_that he called 'friends' from taking that from him.

So he had made sure that the drinks he had given them just before they left were drugged. They topped over each other by the time they reached the fountain and that gave him enough time to quickly use the rope he had procured to tie them up and pin them to one of the park benches in front of the fountain. Ironically, the fountain's several angels beamed benevolently down at them as Zander took a step back and admired his work.

Tito was the first to wake and his surprised cries were what woke the other two.

"Zander!? What the hell man!? What the fuck is this!?"

Zander's eyes flared up. "You think you can just leave me?" he snarled. "You think that after we graduate, you can just go on your merry fucking way and leave me behind!? You'll forget about me or remember me as that chump you used to hang around with!?" He jabbed a thumb against his chest, brushing it against the nipple ring that filled him with these poisonous ideas.

"Well no fucking way!" he roared. "I deserve better!" He pointed an accusing finger at all three of them. "You all should be fucking privileged to be near me!"

The three friends exchanged glances, horrified and confused at Zander's sudden breakdown.

"Dude... You're talking crazy," Neil began.

"You're wrong." Zander scowled at them and shook his head. "You're all fucking wrong!" As he spoke, black and purple flames began to lick at his feet, starting to eat away at his shoes. "You filled the best years of my lives with lies! All you ever did was coast on my_popularity! On _my success! I'm the cool kid! You all just basked in my glory and used it as a stepping stone to your own popularity!"

"That's not true!" Wane protested. "Remember that day in camp when -"

"I don't want to fucking hear it!" Zander roared. The black flames sprang up, consuming him entirely from the waist down. He spread his arms wide, staring up at the night sky. "I'm going to be the most popular guy in this town forever!"

The three friends reeled back at the sudden unholy sight but were rendered mute by the deep, resonating voice that felt like someone had taken a megaphone to their very souls and was shouting the words deep into their essence.

"Why stop at this town? Why not the world?"

Edward emerged from the shadows, a full demon and rising to a monstrous twelve feet tall not counting the extra length provided by the rest of his serpentine lower half. With his eyes burning a bright red, the three human boys were just left aghast at what they were experiencing.

Zander's features fell as he turned towards Edward, the flames around him ebbing.

"But... master, you were going to be the ruler of this world."

Edward chuckled softly and placed a massive paw on Zander's shoulder. The young foolish man nuzzled the furry appendage affectionately. "No Zander. The world needs a gorgeous, charismatic leader. I will be your heart and soul but you deserve to bask in the glory and adoration of the entire planet."

A wicked grin crossed Zander's features as his eyes turned black. The flames around him intensified, burning away his clothes and even destroying his trademark jacket. His teeth began to elongate into fangs. He plucked the tinted glasses from his face and threw them aside.

"Now Zander," Edward rumbled. "Are you ready to receive my gift?" For emphasis, he presented his two throbbing dicks to his disciple.

"Yes master," Zander replied. If he could, he would've knelt to lick Edward's massive tools but with the demon being so tall and with his members being so long, there was no point. "I am ready."

Now naked, Zander wrapped his lips around the head of Edward's cock and closed his eyes, drinking from the demonic shaft to the horror of his friends. The cries of the parasites fell on his deaf ears as he eagerly took the unholy powers deep into himself and let it transform him. All his dreams would come true and it was all become of his master, a demon he was proud to call his lord and king.

Zander's entire body suddenly exploded with muscle. Thick muscles erupted from beneath his skin, stretching the flesh taut as veins popped all over their mounds, glowing with an iridescent purple. His cool 5'11' height erupted into a monstrous 11 feet and that was just in his upper body. Bulging muscles, filled with power and fuelled by his own pride erupted all over his body. His biceps became as large a whole coconuts and twice as hard. Coupled with his watermelon sized triceps and he had the strength of an ox in just one arm.

His features lengthened and widened becoming big enough to take both of his master's cocks at once. He put this new anatomy to good use and gobbled Edward's second dick, his long canine tongue dancing between their throbbing, veiny poles while hungrily drooling all over them. The hair that he had meticulously maintained to appear an unnatural blonde turned a glimmering gold, not just in colour. Edward decided that his figurehead literally needed a golden crown and every strand of hair on Zander's hair became a string of pure gold. It maintained its full bodied form by it spread all the way down Zander's back, rushing over his shoulders and tracing the 'V' shape of his back from deltoids to just the small of his back. A golden crown and cape for his prince of pride. Beneath the golden mane, smooth, perfectly groomed black fur with a faint tinge of purple grew, hugging his muscles perfectly so as to not leave any doubt of his beautiful build.

A lump began to grow from the base of spine, rapidly growing into a winding tail covered in the same deep purple scales as Edward but its underside was a distinct gold, like gold coins had been pressed against his very flesh to form a smooth armour. As the tail grew, it began to support his weight and he was slowly lifted off the ground, adding more and more to his height. His feet were lifted off the ground and instinctively curled around his long, muscular tail. There, they fused with the muscular mass, soft, human flesh being absorbed into the glistening scales.

His dick throbbed to new lengths, becoming an immense twenty-six inches, just falling short of his master's immense thirty inch monster. Just like Edward and every other Pride Demon, it took on a bright, pink colouration with vicious barbs springing all along its length. Just as its tip tapered to a point, its twin began to rise from the genital slit springing from his loins. Both members rose to give their master's member a kiss, oozing precum wildly.

Edward grunted as his dicks went rigid. The short warning was enough for Zander. Hot, demonic cum poured into the all too willing young man, completing his transformation, physically and mentally. Zander lovingly sucked and lapped up the seed until Edward's body refused to give any more until it was stimulated more. But it was enough. Zander pulled himself away from his master's ever-hard dicks and grinned, his canine features peeling apart to reveal his sharp fangs. Then he shut his eyes and gripped his own dicks with his colossal hands. It didn't take much coaxing for his members to erupt like volcanos and spray Edward with strings of glowing, purplish cum.

Edward let the molten seed fall on him but didn't consume any of it. The seed of a lesser demon was not his to devour unless it was as punishment to his subordinate. Still, he appreciated that his loyal lieutenant offered him the precious fluids.

Zander panted softly as he continued to orgasm for a good six minutes, drenching Edward's fur until the bigger Pride Demon was dripping with his seed and a puddle had formed beneath them both. He seemed disappointed that his offering was not taken by his master but he did not show it much.

"There is better use of your seed than wasting it on someone who already appreciates you," Edward said slyly. "For example..."

With Zander under his thrall, Edward's power only grew all the more. It wasn't enough to push him to yet another level of his demonic evolution like when Mal had joined him but it gave him the power to take the cum and craft it into something else. The dripping, lightly purple fluids began coalescing all over his body, forming long, writhing tubes that just seemed alive. Blunt, arrow-like heads topped each of the tubes and the opposite ends tapered into long points. Their white lengths took on the texture of scales and two, bright red eyes sprang up from their blunt edges.

Dozens of writhing albino snakes suddenly cascaded down from Edward's body and immediately made a beeline for the three captives. Swathes of black flames tinged with purple raced ahead of them. The three boys screamed but their cries went unheard even as the purple flames scorched their clothes away and left them naked in the cold night air. The flames weren't hot, they did not burn the boys just their clothes.

Wreathed in the ungodly fire, Wane managed to catch sight of his friend Tito's bulging erection. "What the hell man!? You're getting off on this!?"

Neil saw the object of Wane's profanity and Tito made to explain, to try and tell his friends that he just found the sight of a manly back arousing but he never got the chance. One of the snakes instantly pounced on his erect dick. The reptilian creature had no fangs but the feeling of warm lips around his sensitive cock head was nonetheless an incredible shock. Tito gasped but bulled by the cry to preserve what little of his dignity he had left.

That sense of pride, that vain attempt to hold on to his image, that only fed Edward and be extension, Zander all the more. Edward grinned as he latched onto that emotion and used it as a gateway into Tito's soul. He pooled his power into the snake thrashing at the end of Tito's cock, melding demonic flesh with the human member. Tito could only gasp as the snake's muzzle melded with his cock and he began to feel the thrashing tail, the long, muscular length and the rising heat from his arousal flooding the entire length of the serpent. His friends could only watch as the mass of the snake pumped into Tito's cock, thickening the member, turning it a bright pink. The snake's thrashing began to stop as it became painfully erect. A bulging vein rose up from the base of Tito's member and crossed the bridge between penis and snake, pumping the poor human's blood all the way into the serpent. Pink flesh took over the serpent's white scales as the beast's tail transformed into a familiar pointed head and gained a large opening at the end. Precum began shooting out of the end.

"No! Please! No!" Tito begged.

But he was already lost.

Edward had a hold of his soul. He seized it effortlessly and began pulling it right out, taking the route that was most pleasurable. Tito's desperate pleas became lusty moans even as tears began streaming down his burning cheeks. The bulbous mass of his soul formed a massive growth at the base of his dick, slowly, sensually sliding up the entire two foot length. Tito's body, despite his soul's feverish attempts to hold on, bucked violently, throwing more and more cum against the blockage in his dick like a battering ram to the gates of a castle. Neil and Wane could only watch in horror as their friend's soul travelled up the demonic shaft and began sliding out of the tip in a shower of their friend's corrupted seed.

Zander slithered forward, the dozens of white snakes parting respectfully for the superior demon. He plucked the soul from Tito's dick like one would off a pedestal. He was greeted with a shower of cum and a loud cry of relief from his 'friend'. Zander lapped it up. It tasted just like his master's. He loved it. He took the shining orb back to Edward and offered it up.

Edward took the orb and smile. He snapped it in two and offered half to his servant. His figurehead needed to be bigger and better than other Pride Demons after all. Except for himself, of course. They consumed Tito's soul eagerly and while Edward felt his power increase, he still felt hungry. Like before, he took a shard of the consumed soul, wrapped it in his corrupted essence and placed it back into the empty, human shell.

Tito screamed, a scream that quickly turned into a feral roar. White snakes pounced upon him, worming their way into his flesh and melding with his body. He thrashed, a demon emerging. Within moments, his entire body bulged and threw off the extra albino snakes, his massive arms breaking free of the restrains.

"Oh fuck!" Wane screamed. "Holy shit! Fuck! Fuck! Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck!"

The profanity was getting on Edward's nerves. On his command, one of the white snakes slithered up Wane's body and dove straight for his throat, slipping down into his very soul. Wane's eyes bulged as he gagged for the briefest of moments. Then he was forced to swallow and he stared at Edward in horror. When he turned towards Neil his friend tried to scramble away.

Wane gagged and stared down at his stomach. A white glow began emanating from his gut and to his horror, it was travelling up his chest. He grit his teeth hard but the glow began pressing up against his chest and then his throat. He was force to split his lips open as his soul emerged from between his lips. His muffled pleas went unheard as Zander collected it and gave it to Edward. With his soul removed from his body, the snakes converged upon his body, preparing the shell for the dark essence that Edward would put back into it.

Neil began tugging at his restraints desperately, screaming for help but as a human, he was too weak to do anything. One of the snakes slithered into his ass crack, making him gasp as it entered him. His screams became even more panicked but in his attempts to escape, he unwittingly shot his soul straight out of his mouth and into Edward's hands. Neil's surprise faded beneath a horde of white snakes.

Edward grinned to himself as he regarded the two orbs in his paws, each one encased in his unholy purple fire. He stuffed one down his throat and before even waiting for it to digest, he consumed the other. The rush of power was incredible but he had nowhere to direct it. This time, he internalised the energy, using it to craft his own body into an entity of true, inspiring power. He groaned as his immense body grew even bigger, rising to a tremendous fifteen feet tall from waist up and double that for his serpentine lower half. The blunt edges of his nails lengthened into dagger-like points, each one with their own poison sacs plump with pride. Large, black bones erupted from his elbows, massive spikes of pure pridestone with glowing, purple tips just like his horns.

Zander wrapped his arms adoringly around his master, licking at Edward's enormous thirty-five inch dicks. "You are truly magnificent, master."

The three newly made thralls slithered forward, having absorbed all the snakes to make their new, imposing demonic bodies. They curled around Edward; Tito wrapping himself around Edward's lower half and took Edward's unattended cock into his muzzle, Wane wound tightly around Edward's chest and worshiping his left nipple and finally, Neil was curled around Edward's long, tree-truck thick right arm and lapping at the right nipple.

They were like his armour.

An armour of pride.

Thinking of his last victim, Edward grinned.

"Not magnificent enough."

---

Humility

_ _

'To a creature that was used to being on top and being pleasured, Superior had no idea how to pleasure another man. He tried clumsily but it only tickled me and proceeded to cause me to go flaccid. I had proven that I was superior to him in receiving oral sex. He was abashed and humiliated in a way and he handed me the gold ring you now see within this box.'

---

Russ parked the car right in front of the house. Even though he wasn't as experienced with demonic corruption as the legendary hellhound, Dante could see the evil oozing out of Edward's home. When he looked at it with his human eyes, he couldn't see anything wrong but when he switched to the demonic sight, waves of thick, purple poison poured out of the walls. The grass was abnormally long, each one obtaining a dark purple colour and waved in the still air like feelers. The walls of Edward's house had turned slate black, deep purple veins running through every inch of them and emitting an eerie glow.

As much as he wanted to deny it, this was the heart of one of the demonic corruptions.

"Are you ready?" Russ asked over his shoulder.

"No," Flash mumbled. He fidgeted, his human hands and fingers tumbling over one another clumsily. "How can you be ready to face a demon?"

"Look in the mirror," Russ joked. "But you know that if we don't stop him now, he's just going to get stronger and stronger." Cerberus turned his eyes towards the house. Those brown orbs blackened. In the right light, it was possible to see his dark brown of his irises but otherwise, it seemed that his eyes were completely black. "I can sense a large number of demons in there. They're congregated in four different areas. One is on the second floor. Another is on the ground floor. There are two groups lower down. I think we can access it by the garage."

He turned to the two boys. "Which one do you want to hit first?"

"Are we even sure it's Edward?" Dante asked, almost whimpered.

"It could be someone close to him," Russ admitted. "Maybe Mallory Jenkins is the source and merely made his home here because it is where he first emerged for whatever reason. Perhaps it is Edward's father. We don't know. But your friend is likely trapped in there and the Pride Demon is growing stronger by the minute. We need to subdue him." He turned his gaze from one young hellhound to the other. "Are you two both ready?"

Flash took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Yeah... I think. Should we... uh... change?"

"Probably best."

The teen footballer shut his eyes and both Dante and Russ watched him curiously. After a few moments, Flash let out a frustrated growl and opened his eyes. "Shit... Kind of hard to get in the mood when you're about the fight a demon..."

Russ sighed and seized Flash's collar. He pulled the young man towards himself and pressed their lips together. At the same time, he used his free hand to squeeze down on Flash's nipple. The effect was instantaneous. The scent of arousal emanated from Flash and his cock immediately began to rise in his baggy sweat pants. With a groan, he fell back, panting. His red hair was already starting to spread all over his back and cheeks, teeth sharpening into fangs.

"Not in the car!" Russ exclaimed. "Not in the car!"

Flash scrambled for doorknob but his rapidly growing fingers fumbled over the lock. Dante reached past him and pushed the door open. The big hellhound tumbled onto the concrete, letting out a groan as his tail burst from the seat of his pants, shredding the fabric.

Seeing his mate burst right out of his clothing sparked the flames of arousal in Dante as well. The young hellhound leapt out of the car and fell onto Flash's back. He let out a lusty rumble as his body effortlessly tore through his meagre clothing and his demonic features sprang back into the mortal realm. His massive dick gravitated towards Flash's ass but once the hot rod pressed up against those buns of steel, Flash let out a warning growl. He wasn't ready to be mounted yet. Dante respected that and pulled his instincts back.

It was a wake up sign for both of them and they both got to their feel, both full hellhounds again. Dante did let himself be a bit of voyeur however and took in Flash's herculean muscle structure from his enormous, iron corded thighs, to his ham-sized forearms and vascular biceps. The crest of black fur on his chest, framed by his natural crimson pelt easily drew the eye from his impressive chest down to his enormous throbbing cock.

Dante felt his mate's eyes on him as well. Though just a few inches shoulder, the midnight black Hellhound struck a startlingly fluid and handsome stance. Every movement he made revealed a new curve of muscle on his immense nine foot tall body. In the near-darkness of the hour, his shining, green irises were the only thing that were truly visible without close inspection. It seemed that he was built for sneak attacks. The unwary would either find themselves gored by his vicious claws or having a huge, two foot dick stuck up their ass.

"Forty two seconds," came a loud rumble from behind them. "Definitely improving."

They both spun and the two young hellounds' instincts took over. Their tails slipped between their legs as Russ crossed his arms over them, a _monstrous_twelve-feet tall and simply _screaming_masculinity and muscle. His forearms alone were as big as I beams and probably three times as strong. That left his biceps to be as enormous as small boulders rested on a hardened bed of steel that were his triceps. Covered from head to toe in a blood-red fur, in the near darkness, he seemed almost completely black in colour safe for the creamy underbelly that caused the ridges of his abdominals and pectorals to pop.

Dante would've blown his load right there and then if he didn't manage to control himself. Flash grunted and let out a squirt before pulling himself back in though it was clear that he desperately wanted to cream the big hellhound.

"I though Cerberus had three heads?" Dante asked.

"I do," Russ answered with a sly wink.

"Ooooooh fuck..." Flash rumbled, more of his cum dribbling out of the tip of his dick. Russ was surprisingly flaccid, a testament to just how much control he had over his demonic nature.

"Come on you two," the more experienced demon said, turning them both towards Edward's house. "We have a job to do." With paws almost as big as Dante's whole back, Russ led them towards the corrupted home.

The moment they crossed the threshold from the sidewalk into the property, everything changed. Flash's erection began losing its strength as he gawked in awe at the tremendous black and purple edifice before him. The impressive two storey home had been transformed into a menacing, twisted abode, much bigger than it had appeared a second ago. The front doors were at least twenty feet tall, a snake motif dancing across the ebony surface. The doorknobs were formed like wolf heads. Huge statues of half-wolf, half-snake demons with raging boners consisting of two barbed dicks held up a slanted roof decorated by more demonic statues.

Constrained to the dimensions of the original property, the house could only stretch upwards. A twisted ramp covered in the same purplish-black grass curled down from the second floor which led to a balcony. The second floor itself seemed to add another twenty feet of height just for another entrance and with the room beyond looking even bigger as it stretched all the way to the rear fence in a single straight line.

"What just happened...?" Flash whimpered.

"The Pride Demon has gotten a lot stronger than I first expected," Russ muttered. "Whether out of instinct or perhaps through research, he's managed to create a sort of illusionary spell. It's not perfect, though. We saw some differences but the Glimmer would've made any mortal dismissive of it. But the moment you cross the threshold, the illusion is broken for you. Sloppy." He clutched the familiar black box under his arm. "Come on, if I know Pride, he'll be at the top of the building."

Dante tentatively stepped onto the dark grass, listening to it crunch under his big, bare feet. There was something... wrong about the grass. He thought he could feel Edward calling his name through it but he dismissed it as his imagination. Following Russ, he headed up the curving platform towards the second floor.

The same black, obsidian-like stone was forged to made the balcony itself. Bizarre purple vines grew from the rock itself and wrapped around the balcony's railings. Purple leaves sprang from the tendrils, a faint indigo glow shining from them to provide some form of illumination. The big doors to the second floor were wide open and as they entered the room beyond, they were greeted by a vast library packed with books and varying colours. That same dark grass covered the ground but grew wilder and thicker to the point that even at their height and strength, they were having trouble wading through the growth. Humans would've easily been tangled in the mess. The same purple vines grew from the ceiling to provide illumination but they also hung down around them. Dante grunted as his fur got caught on one of the vines. It was oddly sticky and it was an effort to pull it off.

"What are these books...?" Flash asked.

"Don't touch them!" Russ exclaimed. Flash pulled his paw back instantly. "They're traps. Open it, read it and you will be filled by the pride of knowledge. Pride that will feed the demon that resides here and likely enthral you."

A deep, resonating chuckle reverberated through the vast library.

"You are very astute."

Dante growled, his hackles rising. He readied his claws and crouched low just like he had trained.

"Welcome, gentlemen, to my Archives of Arrogance."

"Edward," Dante began, his fangs still bared. "You need to stop this! This isn't you!"

"Edward?" A deep chuckle followed. "You think that I am Edward Teller just because I reside in his home? If only you knew..." Another deep chuckle. A wave of relief washed over Dante. This wasn't Edward after all. "Why don't you come closer? You want to know more, yes? Let me sate your curiosity. Unless you would like to browse my collection. I'm sure you'll find something that interests you."

Russ kept a firm grip on the two young hellhounds. "Don't be tempted." His eyes went to the other end of the library where a large black glass surface stood. From their distance, he could still see their features being reflected on the shiny, purple-veined surface.

"Oh but why not?" taunted the voice. "Within these archives, I have collected information on what makes the people all around this neighbourhood proud. Mrs. Holly across the street just loves it when her cherry blossoms bloom not just because they look pretty but also because when the blossoms finally do wilt, the winds carry the petals into her neighbour's yard. Quin goes to Angelton Grammar and is a cheerleader. Her breasts just came in and she just loves it when the boys look at her with lust and desire. Cameron is a straight A student and he loves posting his achievements on the fridge even though his parents feign interest at this point."

Then the voice took on a more menacing tone. "Flash, you love it when you get that pump right after going to the gym and seeing your muscles bulge."

Dante gave his mate a surprised look but Flash returned it with an exasperated one.

"Dante, you absolutely loved it when your grandfather praised you and said that you and he were a lot alike."

That was a cold stab to the heart but Russ' strong paw kept him firmly rooted in position.

"And... Russ, was it? Oh, you just love it when you knit the best mittens in your knitting group and seeing those little old ladies seethe with jealousy..." The voice let out a thoughtful hum. "Wait... that can't be right."

Russ smirked even as Dante and Flash gave him an incredulous look. "You're too young to understand the subtler magic of a demon, kid." He began to push forward, pushing his two young charges with him. "I can see what you're doing. You're not strong enough to read our minds but you're picking up traces of our thoughts through our environment. The strongest emotions leave the strongest impressions however. I've got to admit, though, for a demon that was born not even half a day ago, you've got some pretty strong senses." Russ grinned, showing his sharp, white fangs. "Too bad you're so fucking obvious about it that it's child's play to disrupt it."

The voice gagged loudly.

"Lesson one in pride, kiddo," Russ growled, pulling the two boys towards the large, reflecting surface. "Don't bite off more than you can chew." The obsidian surface suddenly began to ripple. The dark surface turned transparent before vanishing all together; an illusion.

Revealed just beyond the illusionary wall was a powerfully built Pride Demon, coiled up on a large, stone bed that reminded Dante of his own bed back at Russ' place. The demon was_massive_. His coils were at least ten feet long and as thick as Dante's whole waist. With an upper body built like a tank, brimming with muscles and nearly bursting out of his black fur, the demon dwarfed even Russ.

"Red eyes," Russ rumbled, pointing at the demon's crimson irises. "A true sign that this pool soul has given himself over to Hell."

The Pride Demon hissed at them, revealing his hidden, sharp fangs dripping with pride poison. "And you have not! Your eyes are so pathetically human." He rose from his bed, his coils providing enough support to place him at an imposing sixteen feet tall. "Accept your dark souls! Bathe in the fires of Hell! Join us in conquering this world!"

Russ let out a snort. "A monolog." He shook his head. "Kid, you've seen _way_too many cartoon or played too many videogames. Demons don't monolog. They just attack."

The Demon narrowed his gaze at them. "Good advice. Dad!"

Before Dante's mind could register the cry for 'dad', something big dropped down from the ceiling and slammed straight into Russ. A long, whip-like tail slammed against Russ and threw the big hellhound into a nearby bookshelf. A second Pride Demon seized Dante by his hips, plucking him easily off the ground and slamming him against the ground. There was a flash of pain from the impact but Dante's hellhound body began to compensate quickly, drawing on his demonic energy reserves to heal the damage.

The second Pride Demon was similar to the first. Both of them had dark fur but this one was leaner and bigger than the first. Dante didn't think a demon could get any bigger but this guy was at least eighteen feet tall when standing straight with more for the remainder of his tail! The demon hissed at Dante, his jaw springing open to reveal venomous fangs as big as Dante's hand.

"Get off him!"

Black flames suddenly collided with the second Pride Demon. The hellfire burned away at the raw matter of the Pride Demon's flesh, making him scream. The tempered flames were still weaker than the demon's ability to regenerate but it provided a suitable distraction.

Dante snapped open his jaws and sank his fangs into the demon's hand. He drew on the strength of the demon, devouring the thick aura of pride around him and using it to empower himself. Flashes of memories danced behind his eyes. He saw a cowardly mother, a frail, nerdy son with buck teeth and poor eyes. There was a cry from a son, a cry for help, and then a big Pride Demon that took away all the comfort and confidence drawn from working out. Only fear was left behind.

And then, Mallory Jenkins kissed the demon and Mal transformed into a massive, sexy beast that hunted Vance down the hall. The first kiss was one that sent Vance's heart racing with fear but as the pride poison began flooding his body, those hidden desires to become bigger than any other man, for his son to make something of himself outside of card games and virtual worlds started to intensify. Those desires became a reality and fantasies of flaunting his new mass and form in front of his co-workers and transforming them made Vance's cock rock hard. He didn't even think twice to bend over for his son to penetrate him and fill him with the glorious power of a Pride Demon.

Only a second passed in reality while Dante absorbed all of this information. Vance roared and flung the small hellhound away. Dante's fangs scraped against the Pride Demon's palm, drawing some deep, purple blood. He struck the wall with a loud oof but all the strength he had drawn from Vance far outstripped the damage he had been dealt.

Dante grunted as his muscles and skeletal frame greedily absorbed the stolen demonic energies and began to metabolise it. Veins popped across his forearms and down his thighs, pumping the dark power through their lines. His quads grew with a loud sound like stretching leather, his back bulging with the new power. Renewed and now standing at an immense eleven feet tall, Dante let out a tremendous roar that shook the bookshelves around him. He charged straight at Vance, bowling over the surprised Pride Demon.

"Dad!" Mal screamed and began to move off his bed.

Suddenly, there was a tall, dark figure barring his path.

"Oh no," Russ growled. "You're dealing with me."

Fury burned inside of Mal. "Out of my way!" He thrust his immense paws forward. Balls of pride-infused hellfire shot from his palms, purple flames eager to devour any other emotion and replace it with unrestrained pride.

Russ swatted the balls aside with ease. "Pathetic," he rumbled. "I expected something better from this kingdom's information gatherer."

Mal's eyes widened in surprise.

"See, the thing about Pride," Russ said, "is that it goes hand in hand with sloth. Why should the big boss, the strongest guy with the biggest dick do anything around here?" He narrowed his near-black gaze at Mal. "Yes, I know it's you that's been keeping tabs on everyone around here through the grass. It's why I targeted you first. Without you, the big guy will probably have to do it himself but he's too bloated on his own arrogance that he'll probably think we're too weak to even stand up against him."

"You don't know him!" Mal shouted. He took a deep breath and exhaled at Russ. A torrent of lavender flames shot from deep within his jaw. Russ held out a paw, stopping the blast at arm's length. Realising that his attack did nothing to affect Cerberus, Mal shut his jaw.

Russ collected the residual flames in his paw, holding up a tongue of unholy fire between his fingers. "Your manipulation of pride and hellfire really is quite impressive. Perhaps had situations been different, you would've made for quite the formidable ally."

Mal's lips peeled back into a vicious snarl, his red eyes afire. "Dad! Give me your strength!"

Russ flicked his ears back. Though he was concerned about both Flash and Dante, any signs of weakness in the face of pride was a death sentence. He relied on his other senses to detect Vance throwing the two young hellhounds into the ground to pull them out of the battle for the moment. Then, the tall Pride Demon leapt up towards the ceiling and slithered across the vine-covered surface.

Vance dropped beside his son, immediately wrapping his massive arms around the slightly smaller Pride Demon. The embrace was protective. Through the thick haze of pride and demonic energy, Russ could actually see love between the two. It was sad that such a strong, powerful emotion had been twisted into a warped shadow of its former self.

Purple flames suddenly sprang up around the couple, a tight ring of unholy fire that protected them from interference. Russ watched impassively as Vance turned towards his son, eyes sparkling with pride. Mal hungrily lunged for his father's lips, their muzzles messing in a tight embrace. The flames intensified as Vance's energies were transferred to Mal.

Both demons began panting with need. Mal broke the kiss and lustily lunged for his father's twin dicks. Russ lifted an eyebrow as Vance shamelessly fucked his son's face, pumping his corruptive precum deep down Mal's throat. With every thrust, Mal's body filled with more demonic power, growing and stretching. The flames around them intensified to reflect his growth. A deep rumbling left Mal's throat as his neck thickened, his chest broadened and every muscle on his body added more and more mass.

Despite having his power drained, Vance nonetheless ran his paws all over Mal's back, feeling the strong muscles beneath the leathery pads of his palms and adoring every ridge, mound and vein with unquestioning admiration. His pride over feeding his son strength just refilled the pride that Mal was draining from him in a potentially infinite loop of demonic power.

"That's is son," Vance rumbled, rubbing his free dick. Mal seized both his members with his massive paws and effortlessly shifted his muzzle from one to the other making Vance groan. "I made you with my seed. Now feed on it and grow even stronger!"

Mal's eyes gleamed. "Yes, daddy."

Vance threw his head back and roared, throwing his head back. 'Daddy' seemed to be his trigger word and his cocks exploded, hot jets of demonic seed pumping out of their tremendous lengths right into Mal's waiting muzzle. The concentrated power doubled Mal's growth, causing the Pride Demon to rise to an immense fifteen feet tall from waist to head.

Mal rumbled in pleasure, rising to dwarf his father and letting out a tremendous roar as he flexed his monstrous biceps. The sight of it just fuelled Vance's own growth, pride swelling from his corrupted soul and giving him another foot in height, not enough to match his son but he was still growing.

"You will kneel to me!" Mal roared. He flung his paws forward, intense purple flames shooting from his fingertips.

Russ let out a soft snort and shook his head calmly. "There's something you should learn about being a demon, son." With one paw, he caught the flames, stopping them from wreathing around him. The torrent of fire was drained straight into his palm, leaving him completely unaffected. Realising that yet again his attack had no effect on the legendary hellhound, Mal ceased his attack, stunned.

He crushed the flames in his fist, jets of pridefire shooting between his fingers pitifully. "It doesn't matter how much negative emotions you devour, how many thralls you have or how many demons you have under your control. It's the smartest demons, the cunning ones, that come out on top."

Vance lunged wildly at him. "You will not hurt my son!" he screamed.

Russ coolly sidestepped and lifted his arm. As Vance tumbled past him, he brought his arm down and caught the big Pride Demon in a powerful headlock. He was all too aware of the demon's prehensile lower half so he had to act quickly. He threw Vance to the ground, using the force of the throw to plunge his tongue down Vance's throat. The Pride Demon's shock was all he needed.

With his unmatched control over his own spiritual aura, he launched an attack on Vance's wild, flailing aspect of pride. The serpentine demon's pride was everywhere, thrashing out like a rabid animal on steroids while on fire. A lesser demon would've cowered at its presence and been consumed by it but Russ was far from a lesser demon. He focused his own power into a single spear and sent it shooting through the wildfire of gaseous, purple pride. He struck home, finding Vance's corrupted soul. To his dismay, it was blackened. Vance was no thrall. He was a willing victim.

That didn't stop Russ on his two pronged approach.

He proceeded to ravish Vance's muzzle, using techniques he had learned over the years to make Vance moan. His tongue lashed wildly all over Vance's muzzle and when the other demon's tongue tried to retaliate, he sucked on it like he was dependant on it for air. At the same time, his free paws roved Vance's thick, muscular body. As his fingers danced over the Pride Demon's pectorals, he was pleased to feel his foe respond and immediately flex his chest muscles Russ rewarded him with a delicate twist of his nipples to which Vance's twin dicks instantly sprang from his genital slit and slobbered all over Russ' chest. Vance's serpentine lower half curled around himself and Russ, a twisting and undulating with the Pride Demon's own wild humps.

So overcome with desire and lust, Vance didn't notice his own pride aura being drained away by Russ. The legendary hellhound didn't consume the dark energy himself though he did sample it a little to regain his strength and just add a little more in case he needed to break free. The remaining power he channelled through his body, twisting it, purifying it into pure demonic power unaligned to any particular emotion just like Flash's hellfire. Then, he began pumping this pure power back into Vance, fully under his control.

He stimulated every pleasure nerve on the Pride Demon's body, weakening his foe's resolve by the second. Hot precum poured out of Vance's twin dicks in such ridiculously large amounts that it began seeping between his coils and soaking the grass beneath them. Russ added to the stimulation by rubbing his abdominals against the massive dicks of the Pride demon, making sure every barb felt the rock-hard shape of his immense eight-pack stomach.

Slowly, as Russ consumed more and more of Vance's demonic energy, the Pride Demon began to shrink. It started with his long serpentine tail. Its grip around Cerberus began to loosen as strength left the immense, muscular coils. Then, slowly, inch by inch, the scaly length began to collapse upon itself. The fur all over Vance's body began to receded into soft, tanned flesh with the immense muscles following shortly after.

Vance tore his lips away from Russ and let out one last cry before his twin cocks erupted with the last of his demonic seed. The powerful blasts sent his purple-tinged cum exploding from between his body and Russ', spilling onto the ground like a sandwich filled with too much grape jelly being compressed.

The Pride Demon's features began to recede back into the handsome features of a human who took pride in his physical fitness, his resounding shout of pleasure fading into a human's shout of ecstasy. Vance collapsed into Russ' arms, now reduced to his human shape. The demonic taint would forever leave its mark on him, however. At 7'2'', he was taller than most humans and with his athletic build, he would never truly fit in with society.

"Dad!" Mallory cried. He had watched the entire scene with fascination and arousal. He growled angrily at Russ as the ancient hellhound gently rested his father on the grass and rose. "What did you do to him!?"

"Put him out of this fight," Russ responded, rolling his shoulder. Despite the sexual encounter, his dicks had yet to make an appearance and remained firmly seated within his massive, plump sheath. "Like I said, the smartest demons win, not the strongest."

"Turn him back!" The demand came with a threatening blast of pridefire from Mal's palms. Dante intercepted the ball, chomping down on flames mid-flight and devouring it effortlessly. Dante's bright, green eyes flashed at Mal. Beside him, Flash stepped up, cracking his knuckles ominously.

"He'll never be human again," Russ said sombrely. "He became a demon willingly. All I did was reduce his current power to the point where he reverts back to his human shape. The soul always heals and eventually, he will regain enough strength to obtain his demonic shape again. Maybe even after he devours more pride from those around him. But right now, he is in no condition to help you, Mallory. So just give up."

Mal stared at the prone figure of his dad, sleeping almost peacefully amongst the dark grass. Then he turned back towards the three hellhounds who stood ready to inflict the same fate to him. He refused to give up this power.

He threw his head back and screamed.

"Master! I need your help!"

Enormous, purple flames erupted from all around him. Dante was the closest and lunged for Mal but the flames instantly receded, taking Mallory Jenkins with it.

"Fuck!" Dante shouted, stamping his foot angrily. "He got away!"

"Not far," Russ replied. "That was a move borne of desperation."

"Can you trace where it went?"

Russ shook his head grimly. "We're still in Pride's territory. The stench is too strong here and all I can really feel is the pride around me. If I were closer, I could tell you where he went but our only choice is to keep looking."

Dante grunted. He caught sight of the sleeping Vance Jenkins and couldn't help but feel a bit of pity for the man. A proud father whose son had grown in a different direction to what he had expected, Vance pounced at the opportunity not only to satisfy his desire to be the biggest, strongest guy in town but to have proof that something he did for his son actually made Mallory strong just as he had envisioned.

That Mal constantly fed on his father's pride by sucking on Vance's dicks created a sort of perpetual loop of power. Mal grew bigger and stronger from Vance's feeding and in turn, Vance saw his son grow and was proud of his contribution.

"What'll happen to Mr. Jenkins?"

Russ regarded the box he had dropped beside Vance. He went over to it and plucked it from the ground. "Same thing that'll happen to the rest of them, unfortunately. We can't leave him running around on Earth. Not as he is." He turned away from the grim thought and back to his two charges. "Come on. I say we got through the garage first. It seemed to be the deepest and if the big bad isn't in the tallest tower, he's in the lowest dungeon."

Dante glanced back at the stone table then back at Russ. "Is it true that you only opted to come up here because you knew Mallory was here?"

Russ grunted and shook his head. "No. That was a lie. I honestly thought that the gut with the Ring of Pride was here." He rubbed his chin absently. "I saw that Mallory had a golden earring but I don't think that was the Ring. He called out to a Master who saved him from us." He shrugged and gave Dante a faint smile. "When dealing with pride, you have to injure his resolve before you can injure him. That's why I lied, why I made him think that I was prepared for this battle and..." Russ' eyes went to the slumbering Vance Jenkins. "I attacked his source of power."

Flash rubbed the back of his head, twisting his neck left and right to make a few bone-popping noises. "We'll keep that in mind... Fuck that guy his like a freight train..."

"These guys are a certain emotion personified. They are strongest in their own element and especially if they are inundated with the quality that they feed upon. The three of us are pure hellhounds, unaligned to any side. It allows us to feed on any emotion but doesn't give us the specialty that they have." Russ turned his gaze downwards, towards the other sources of pride. "Let's go to the garage. The path leads deepest into the realm."

******

"They took my dad!" Mal wept. He lay curled at Edward's feet, tears rolling down his cheeks. "He's weak now... I don't... I don't know they'll do to him!"

Edward, in human form, lounged easily on his couch-throne, his crimson eyes scanning his domain. The three hellhounds that had attacked Mal could not be seen by conventional means. They did not emit any powerful emotions such as pride, fear or even lust. The only way he could see them was through the grass that they traversed but that still made them unreadable to his sight.

"Don't worry, Mal," he cooed, gently stroking his subordinate's head. "They're heading straight for Zander's place. Once they fall prey to his trap, I'll make sure they pay for the humiliation that they dealt your dad."

Mal gave him a relieved smile. "Thank you, Edward. Thank you." The big Pride Demon showed his humility and gratitude by proceeding to lick Edward's feet with his long, flat tongue.

But Edward was not concerned. He was growing stronger by the second and even if all his lieutenants were defeated, he had a plan. The gentle touch of a human hand on his shoulder brought his attention to his naked father, now fit and built like an Olympic athlete and the face of a Hollywood heartthrob.

"Edward..." Eugene began.

"I know dad." Edward's cock began to rise. "Mal... Why don't you join us?"

Mal grinned broadly. "I would love to."

******

The deep, long tunnel ended in a surprising place. Deep under the corrupted house was a broad, circular chamber with high ceilings and walls made entirely out of the same reflective material that surrounded the rest of the palace. Within this chamber were about a dozen bubbling pools of thick, white liquid contained within golden baths. Statues of Pride Demons sprang up beside each of the pools, more of the hot liquid pouring out of their jaws. Massage tables and recliners were strewn about in organised lines in front of mirrors made of the corrupted obsidian. There were even closets showing the most fashionable clothes in the far wall.

"What is this place?" Flash asked, a shiver running down his spine. "Looks like some sort of girly spa..."

"Welcome to the Pools of Pride!"

He jumped as a stunningly beautiful human came sauntering over to him dressed in skin-tight black jeans and a similarly black collared shirt with his chest bare. If it weren't for his face, Flash would never have recognised him as Zander Irosune. He had to blink several times and rub his eyes to make sure that the sexy bodybuilder in fashionable clothing and possessing a thick, carefully styled growth of chest hair was indeed one of the most popular kids in school.

Neil, Wane and Tito materialised beside Zander, all three humans looking like they had sprung up from the runway and dressed just as fashionably.

"Careful..." Russ warned. "I sense a deep corruption within these four..."

"Don't be such a downer," Zander said, swishing his hand at them in a rather feminine fashion. "Why not sit a spell? Let us pamper you gods of hell."

"What's your game?" Flash snarled.

"No game," Zander responded with a shrug. "We're just here to make the world look just as good as I do. All I want is to be popular forever. To be adored and cherished by people. I figure the best way to do that is to give something back that is constructive." He stepped aside, indicating his spa with a flourish. "Thus, the Pools of Pride. You come in here, we make you look good so that you become proud of your appearance, we nibble on that pride just to make sure you don't go around an arrogant prick like that Edward and you spread the word of us to your friends." He batted his eyes at them. "Is that so bad?"

At the mention of Edward's name, Flash glanced at his mate. He knew Dante held onto some hope that Edward wasn't at the heart of the corruption but now that it was revealed...

"I do know of some demons who have made such a living on Earth," Russ rumbled. "There's this cook in Paris who constantly devours the anger from people who enter his restaurant so that no one ever gets mad at his food and leaves their troubles behind."

"See?" Zander chimed in. "All we want is to be left alone." He swaggered forward and took Dante's big paw. "Come, why don't we give you a sample of the treatment we offer. It will prepare you for your battle against Edward."

"So it really is Ed...?" Dante murmured as Zander led him to one of the bubbling pools.

"Unfortunately so. Not to worry. Your stunt with Mallory has him doubting himself. You've cracked his armour. With us officially leaving his care, I am sure he is even more worried now."

Neil and Wane took one of Flash's paws each and pulled him towards one of the salon chairs. They were surprisingly strong for their human shapes. He didn't like the idea of being pampered. That was a girl's thing and something that Flint often indulged in and he was not like his twin brother. But the two men were quite insistent and he found himself sitting in the salon chair before too long.

Russ was led towards one of the extra large massage tables by Tito who began rubbing some oil into his palms.

"Do we really have time for his?" Flash rumbled. "We have to stop Edward and whoever he has under his thrall."

"We can devour any energy, remember?" Russ replied. "It seems that these guys are willing to give us some of theirs in exchange for being allowed to remain on Earth once we're done. I think it's a fair deal. I wouldn't want to explain to their family and friends how they disappeared spontaneously."

That was a conversation that was gnawing at the back of Flash's mind. At least Mal and his dad would be together but these guys... if the four most popular kids in school suddenly disappeared... They would undoubtedly attract unwanted attention. The thought of having demon hunters on their tail or even Angels did not appeal to him.

And if they gave him an extra edge to fight Edward...

"So tell me about your master," Flash said, leaning back in the chair. Neil and Wane began with his nails, polishing them with some ointment to make sure they glistened and starting to buff them to get rid of any imperfections.

"Edward is a dick head," Neil growled. "Arrogant, pig-headed and thinks he's the top shit. Can't trust him."

"Don't let anything he says get to you," Wane chimed in, starting to move up Flash's arm and gently massaging his forearms. "He'll either try to make you feel like you're better than him, making you overconfident so you'll make mistakes or trying to make himself look bigger than he is so that you'll lose confidence." The young man rubbed Flash's nipple, running his hand over the attached furry pectoral. "Though I don't see that as being a problem for such a strong, handsome hellhound like you..."

Off to his right, Dante moaned softly in the bubbling pool of white fluids. To his left, Tito was working Russ' enormous muscles like an expert, eliciting a groan from Cerberus.

"Such big horns too..." Neil complimented, running his hands over the sharp spike jutting from Flash's head. "A manly man. Nothing like Edward."

"You really are quite beautiful..." Wane whispered sensually, his lips just inches from Flash's ear. Flash felt his cheeks starting to burn in embarrassment. "And what a plump dick you have..." His hands gently stroked the hard red piece of meat drooling precum all over Flash's chest. "With arms to match." His fingers traced the veins popping up all over Flash's biceps, sending shivers up the hellhound's spine. "What I wouldn't give... for just a taste..."

Before Flash could protest, Neil suddenly leaned down and gave Flash's nipple a quick lick. The sensation sent of blast of fire through Flash and his cock spewed precum excitedly. Suddenly, thick black restrains sprang up from the chair, slamming down against his wrists and ankles with a loud snap. Panic replaced his arousal.

A frightened cry erupted from where Dante lay. Flash glanced over just in time to see the bubbling white liquid turn into something more... solid. Thousands of red eyes flashed within the fluid as it solidified into a pool of white snakes. They were crawling all over Dante, dragging him slowly under the surface while Zander stood by and laughed.

A muffled roar erupted from Russ as he was bound to the massage chair. Beside him, Tito laughed deeply, his entire body starting to morph and shift. His already enlarged muscles tore right through his fashionable clothes, leaving shreds of expensive cloth everywhere. Canine features replaced his handsome face, lips peeled back into a haughty grin while his twin dicks burst from his crotch and drooled precum all over Russ' exposed ass. He wrapped his long coils around Russ' legs, positioning himself to give Cerberus an unholy fucking.

Two identical chortles brought Flash back to his present situation. Both Neil and Wane took on their demonic forms, looking like identical Pride Demons that loomed over him, each one an immense ten feet tall.

"You're so beautiful," Neil chanted.

"You strong," Wane continued.

"Let us worship you."

"Adore you."

"Love you," the said in unison.

Flash struggled against his restraints but even with his supernatural strength, they were too strong for him. "No! Let me go! Let me -"

He never got to finish as both Pride Demons buried their canine muzzles against his chest, assaulting a nipple each with their long, flexible tongues. Their paws roved his muscled body, squeezing every mound they could. Flash instinctively flexed whatever muscle they touched in defence but that only seemed to encourage them as they licked and lapped at his sensitive nipples. They took turns, rubbing his dick, squeezing more and more precum from him until his fur was absolutely soaked and the air stank of his need.

Flash's body was starting to burn up. The feeling of having these two demons worshiping his body, a body he had worked so hard to obtain, to craft into the perfect football playing machine... All those hours of football practice, of lifting weights and gallons of disgusting protein drinks he's had to chug down, it all amounted to this moment when two sexy spawns of hell appreciated every inch of his demonic form.

He let out a moan, bucking his hips wildly. The two demons realised his need and released his nipples from their feverish kissing. That left him whimpering for more and more they gave. Neil took it upon himself to lather the tip of Flash's pointed cock with his tongue, the flat length dancing all over the sensitive head while his paw pumped along the length. Wane leaned down and ravaged the base of Flash's dick, patting at where the furry sheath had receded and Flash's thick knot bulged. He massaged Flash's furry balls, coaxing more and more cum to pump along the length, ready for explosion.

Flash could feel the two demons trying to worm their way into his soul, riding the streams of his mounting pride to his very heart. He tried to push them away but as their paws roved his muscles, their tongues lathered his dick and their how bodies pressed up against him, he was finding it harder and harder to resist.

He closed his eyes, body quaking, and ready for the end.

"Help! Flash! Help!"

His eyes snapped open.

His mate was crying out for him. Dante was drowning in snakes, desperately clinging onto the edge of the golden bath while the thousands of writhing masses tried to drag him beneath the surface.

"I'm coming, Dante!" he roared.

The need of his mate outweighed his own desires and with a roar, he unleashed a torrent of black hellfire straight at the two demons worshiping him. Neil and Wane let out a cry and reeled back as their faces were engulfed in the searing flames that ate away at their demonic energies. Freed of their grip, Flash turned towards his restraints and blew a concentrated stream of hellfire at the pridestone akin to a blowtorch. He cut through the rock easily and wrenched himself free.

"No!" Zander roared. "You will not get to Master Edward!" The gorgeous features twisted into a snarl and exploded into the large, writhing mass of a Pride Demon, larger than any of his subordinates. His golden mane and purple scales glistened in the light of the Pools of Pride. In the mess of his rich purple and gold fur, a large, golden nipple ring hung against his left nipple. He lunged at Flash, arms outstretched.

Flash was used to bolting down long paths and making snap decisions on the field thanks to his football training. So when Zander came rushing towards him, he immediately spun and yanked the salon chair right out of its hinges. With a satisfying clang it collided with Zander's face, sending the enormous Pride Demon reeling.

He bolted for Dante, blowing a blast of hellfire into Tito and throwing the demon off Russ before he could rob Russ of his dignity. Russ let out a tremendous roar and broke free of his restraints. Flash closed in on Dante and seized his mate's paws, pulling him out of the pool. The snakes were quite persistent, however, and put him a fight. Fed up with the deception and the Pools, Flash unleashed a blast of hellfire into the snakes. It left Dante unharmed but burned away at the serpents.

He pulled Dante free with a grunt, the two of them collapsing onto the ground in relief.

"Thanks..." Dante panted, grinning at him with relief.

Flash returned the grin and gave his mate a light punch on the shoulder. "No problem."

Suddenly, the doors to the Pool shut with a tremendous slam.

"You will not escape this place!" Zander boomed. "I will make you beautiful! Just like me! You will worship me! You will adore me! All in Master Edward's name!"

Flash bared his fangs at the Pride Demon, standing protectively over Dante. Black flames licked between his fangs. "Always knew you were a shallow piece of shit, Zander." The unholy fire dripped from his muzzle, seeping over his arm and coalescing at his paws, encasing them in their writhing flames. "Never really thought you were an arrogant asshole but I'm kind of glad I was proven wrong."

He took up a boxing stance, hopping nimbly on his big, clawed feet. "Now I get to cave in that pretty face of yours."

Zander roared, thick roped of saliva dripping from his fangs.

"Before you two start tearing into one another's fur," growled Russ. "I have something to say."

They all turned towards Cerberus and instinctively flinched in horror. Tito's muzzle was buried deep into Russ' crotch but something was happening to the Pride Demon. Tito's eyes were wide in horror and he was thrashing madly, trying to pull himself away but some immeasurable force kept his lips firmly embedded deep into Russ' sheath. His muffled cries were the only sound in the Pools of Pride.

Right before their eyes, Tito's body began morphing twisting. His big chest began losing its ripped definition. Rock hard abs smoothened out and hard pectorals merged into a single mound. The hills across his back fused into a single mass. His twin dicks pressed up against his rounded belly. Where they touched, the flesh of his sensitive member began merging with his skin. All the fur around the meaty pole began falling off, revealing the vulnerable pink skin beneath. The length of his members began to snake their way up his chest, branching out in various directions and looking more like... veins. His entire upper torso began to inflate, growing to an immense, familiar, tubular shape. As it grew, his body began absorbing his meaty arms, consuming the mass and fuel its mutation.

Tito's cries of terror turned into moans. His eyes rolled into the back of his head. All the fur on his body had dropped off just in time as his eyelids shut. The canine features began sinking further and further into Russ' sheath, merging with the legendary hellhound. Control over his entire body passed into Russ even as his serpentine tail thrashed madly around him. As the seconds passed, however, the pink flesh crawled down from Tito's waist, greedily consuming the dark purples scales. His tail started losing the ability to move, growing stiffer and more rigid whilst also shrinking. The tapering point began shrinking to, rounding out a little before a slit sprang open at the all-too-familiar pointed head. Clear, musky fluids came shooting out of the canine tip just as the last few scales were converted into sensitive flesh.

But the transformation was far from complete. Russ licked his lips as he sat back on the massage table. He massaged his enormous dick, rising to muzzle height from his crotch. Slowly, he began to craft the sizeable member that was nearly as thick as he was wide into the perfect, canine member. He began by pushing the malleable flesh towards the base, rubbing the mass into the rounded bulge of a knot. He gave his newly acquired member a few squeezes just to even out the rod. Then he began to use his thumb to shape the tip so that it wasn't quite so pointy. All the while he panted, fangs flashing in a grin.

"Tito!" Neil shouted, pulling himself from the shock of watching his friend transform into another hellhound's enormous prick. "Wane! Come on!"

"No, you fools!" Zander shouted but the two were not his thralls and his master was far away.

The two charged at Russ and immediately seized the hellhound's dick, desperately trying to pull Tito away. But their claws instant began sinking deeper and deeper into Russ' flesh and before long, they realised that they were stuck. Russ rumbled, a deep, demonic chortle as he drew the two thralls into him, using his own demonic aura to merge their weak resolves and equally weak minds with his body. The pleasure he felt he transferred over to them and they were soon overwhelmed by it. His balls grew wildly, lifting the two thralls off the ground like two inflated balloons. With their footing gone, the thralls tumbled closer to his crotch where their arms sank into his thick crotch fur and disappeared into his body.

Neil and Wane began wildly thrashing, making cries of horror that were muffled by loud gurgling noises. Precum exploded from their muzzles even as they continued to sink further and further into Russ. Neil was the first to shut his eyes and they sealed shut, leaving him blind with only the overwhelming stimulation all over his body to guide him. He pressed his muzzle against Russ' crotch, just right beside the massive member that had been Tito. All his fur fell out with one enormous shudder and he eagerly lifted his tail into the air, taking up position to be transformed into yet another cock for Cerberus.

Wane was a little more resistant, still tugging and pulling but the force of his efforts only continued to stimulate Russ and in turn, Wane. His resolve completely shattered a second later and he was drawn into Russ' groin just like Neil. With the two thralls no longer resisting, Russ went to work rubbing them with his enormous paws, crafting them into two mirror images of his enormous, central member. The floor beneath him was soaked with his precum and the air stank of his musk.

"No... No!" Zander cried staggering back away from the monster that had consumed his thralls. "What have you done!?"

Russ rumbled with a big grin, "No one fucks Cerberus."

Bright, purple flames suddenly engulfed Zander and the enormous Pride Demon scowled. "I could have taken him!" he shouted into the air. "I could have taken them all!"

Whatever reply that came was left unheard as the flames consumed his entirely and died, leaving no trace of the Pride Demon.

Flash couldn't focus on the cowardly demon. He also couldn't help but moan as his cock drooled precum onto the floor. The sight of Russ in all his glory was a massive turn on. Gay or not, Flash was compelled to step forward and approach the titanic hellhound who sprouted his legendary 'three heads'.

"Holy shit..." he muttered. He held out a paw, quivering at the sight of the towering members that nearly blocked his view of Russ. "C - C - Can I touch it? Will... Will I become part of you?"

"Not if I don't want to," Russ answered. He suddenly grunted, gritting his fangs together. "You may want to stand back, kid. I'm about ready to blow. Haven't had to do this in a long while and never three guys at a time." He moaned, his cheeks burning with a blush. "Fuck... I forgot how good this felt..."

"You've done this before?" Dante asked, surprisingly full of clarity.

"Your grandpa loved being my dick," Russ answered with a grin. "Fuuuuuuuck..." He squeezed his eyes shut. "Kids, step back. I'm gonna blow and those three idiots are gonna come out."

Flash suddenly stepped back. "Wait, you're going to -!?"

He never got to finish as Russ suddenly tumbled off the massage table, going on all fours. Russ let out a loud, earth-shattering roar, veins popping all over his neck and the muscles straining there. His massive claws dug into the floor as all three of his cocks suddenly began heaving violently. They shook from left to right like they were live electrical wires. Strange lumps began forming beneath the skin, the members themselves starting to tighten around these odd silhouettes.

Flash's eyes widened in shock as hot, glowing, white demonic cum began shooting out of the central dick and with it a foot. Russ let out another tremendous roar, throwing his head back. His centre dick heaved mightily and another blast of his seed exploded out of the tip, a tidal wave of his essence that carried with it the naked body of Tito, fully human and unconscious.

"Oooooh fuuuuuuuuuck!" Russ roared. He began panting, taking rapid deep breaths. He only managed to take twenty rapid breaths before his two remaining dicks began bursting with seed, sending streams of hot seed off into two directions with the force of a fire hose. Wane and Neil were blasted out of their respective cocoons, both human just like Tito.

Russ' cry died into exhaustion and he collapsed. Flash and Dante quickly caught his shoulders, preventing him from falling face first into the ocean of seed he had created. With their job done and his demonic energy spent, his monstrous dicks began to shrink, disappearing once more into his sheath just as his balls similarly shrank back to be in proportion with his body. Each was still the size of a watermelon, however.

"Whoa..." Flash murmured, not sure whether he should be aroused or disgusted. "What... What did you do?"

A new voice interrupted him. "Drain the power of pride from their bodies, cleansing the thralls of their demonic taint and then purifying that power into just pure male juices, no demonic taint attached." The source of the voice came from one of the salon chairs. That same chair spun around just as all three hellhounds turned towards it. A young man with stark, white hair and alien, yellow eyes sat on the chair, one leg crossed over the other and his blood-red duster jacket hanging loosely from his shoulders. "It's a rather crude way of purifying a thrall. Then again, it's also one of the most humiliating. Perfect against a Pride Demon."

Flash got a terrible feeling from the man. "Who are you?" he demanded, hackles raised and fangs bared.

"He's H2..." Russ panted. "The Harbinger of Havoc... a No One." Cerberus slowly got to his feet but collapsed again from exhaustion, barely able to stand on one knee. "What are you doing here?"

"You called me."

"No I didn't."

"Oh yes you did. You said 'No one fucks Cerberus'." H2 gestured at himself. "I'm a No One." Russ snarled at him. The alien entity laughed at the sign of bravado and leapt nimbly off the salon chair. "A weak premise, I know, but it was funny. At least in my head." He approached Russ but both Dante and Flash blocked his path protectively.

"Would you mind telling your kids to let me through?" H2 asked, regarding Russ past the two, powerfully built demons. "I mean no harm."

"Why don't I believe you?" Russ grumbled, waving for Flash and Dante to stand down. Dante obeyed but Flash continued to give H2 a suspicious stare.

The No One stepped easily past the beefier hellhound and reached into his coat. He pulled out a fruit. A large pomegranate but it was strangely a more blood-red in colour than usual. Russ' eyes widened and he eagerly took the fruit, tearing it open with his fangs and eagerly devouring the seeds and juices within.

"In the ancient legends," H2 said, "Hades, Lord of the Underworld, tricked Persephone into eating six pomegranate seeds and thus condemned her to spending six months in the Underworld. Of course, those were no simple seeds. They came from Hellfruit." He nodded towards the husks of the fruit that Russ devoured. Cerberus let out a sigh of relief and wiped his jaw with the back of his forearm. "A single Hellfruit is powerful enough to restore any demonic creature's strength to full and more."

"Thank you..." Russ murmured. "But you didn't come here to restore my strength. What do you want? There's only one No One I trust and it certainly isn't you."

H2 lifted one eyebrow. "Really? You trust the Traveller of Time over me? Over even R3 or the ever holy Ascended?"

"A11 is a righteous son-of-a-bitch who somehow twists any situation into a fucking lesson. You'd be an idiot to trust R3 completely even if he'll lead you to the best possible ending if you choose it. T13 is straight forward and never deceives you. You ask and he'll tell you. He'll even offer you information for free if it'll help you."

H2 snickered. "Who would've thought the Traveller of Time would be so charitable." He shrugged absently and stepped past Russ, picking up the replica of Virgil's Box from the ground. "You were hoping to steal the artefact from your friend and then place it in this roughly crafted container in the hopes that, free from its corruptive influence, he will come to his senses."

No one said a thing.

That was exactly what they were planning.

"It won't work," H2 said, his cheerful mood suddenly turning grim. "Edward and these demons he's recruited have chosen the path of pride willingly."

"In no part thanks to you, I wager," Russ snarled.

The enigmatic smile on H2's face didn't fill any of them with comfort.

"I'm not the one that gave demonic artefacts out. I certainly didn't go against Virgil's wishes and give them to an innocent teenaged boy who then distributed it amongst the unsuspecting populous of Angelton." H2 turned to them, holding out the box. Strange lights wreathed the container. As it subsided, Flash got the distinct feeling that the box... was no longer just a mere container. Not anymore. "I know you had hoped to contain the demons in your home with some special wards and try and 'tame' them but I'm sure you've realised by now that despite all your strength, the three of you would never be able to accomplish that without sucking all of Angelton dry of their negativity."

H2 then gave them a slightly insane smirk. "That'd just make this place boring." He patted the box and offered it back to Russ. "This is now a portal straight to Hell. Open it and any demons around you will be sucked into it and sealed away from Earth. Of course, I've made sure that you three won't be affected." He winked at Flash, sending a chill up the big hellhound's spine. "I'd hate to see the world deprives of three cute dogs such as yourselves."

"Isn't there another way?" Dante pleaded. "Aren't you supremely powerful or something? Even stronger than God? Couldn't you make Edward...?"

"I could," H2 responded with a nod. "I could go back in time, make it so that he never got the ring, maybe spook him a little so he doesn't put it on or maybe even twist the timeline so that Virgil never went to Hell in the first place or -" He shot Russ a stare before the demon could protest. "... or convince him never to accept mortality and continue feeding on negative emotions, bringing happiness to the world as the world's immortal guardian hellhound. We could get him to fake his own death or something."

H2 gave them all a surprisingly warm smile. "But that is not the optimal path. I know this is asking a lot from someone known as the Harbinger of Havoc but you need to trust me on this. If you guys want your happy ending, you're going to have to go through this pain and these trials."

"But -" Dante began.

H2 held up his hand, silencing them. "I want you to remember that this isn't just your story. It's also Mallory Jenkin's, Zander Irosune's, Edward Teller's and all of those whose lives they have touched and brought under their control. Your happiness doesn't mean theirs."

"And throwing them in hell will make them happy!?" Flash snarled.

"Remember Virgil's words about Hell, Dante," H2 advised, pushing the box into the young hellhound's paws. "Not everything is as clear cut as good or evil. Just like how Virgil was a hellhound that brought joy and happiness to the world, sending your friend into a world where he could amass followers and become a proud ruler would not be so bad. Even if that place is a realm of Hell."

The No One took a step back with a smile. "Now, you may want to try the front door for once. You've been sneaking around and gotten yourself trapped multiple times. Had you tried the frontal approach, you'd be closer to your destination."

He shrugged and turned around. Strange, reddish black belts sprang from the ground and encased him in a large, spherical cocoon. He was surrounded for just a brief moment then the belts unwound, revealing only thin air within their confines.

His parting words were, "Just a thought."

******

Zander was fuming.

He had felt the loss of the three thralls deeply and felt weaker for it. The Pools of Pride were lost to the invaders and with it, so too was his perfect sense of pride. Retreat was unacceptable and yet being withdrawn by Edward was somewhat... comforting. His master cared for him and that patched up his injured ego.

"Why did you recall me?" he demanded, still curious. His voice was calm and adoring. His coils were wrapped around Edward's right arm. His lips were planted over Edward's right nipple. Across the vast twin peaks of pectorals, Mallory suckled on their master's left nipple. Smooth, white milk poured out of the fleshy nubs, providing sustenance to the two demons.

Edward let out an appreciative hum and lay back in his throne. He gently stroked his dad's hair. Eugene lay across his lap, between his two immense cocks dripping with cum. Slowly, the demonic corruption seeped into his body, shaping his already sexy body into that of a Pride Demon's. But Edward wanted to take it slow. He didn't want his dad to undergo a violent transformation like Mal or Zander. He wanted Eugene to change just like he did, nice and slow over the course of two days. Sure he lost himself to the power on the evening of the second day but he was sure Eugene could take the change. He came into the folds of becoming a demon willingly and with knowledge of it after all.

"Those three are strong," Edward answered, a cruel smile crossing his features. "I don't want them to be mere thralls. One is a football player and you've seen how much power a single jock and bring us. The other is a demon of immense power that we cannot underestimate. And the last..." His smile faded slightly. "The other is my best friend."

Mallory grunted but Edward ignored him.

"Let them 'win' over us. Build their confidence. When they get cocky, that's when we'll strike."

Zander smiled and ran his long, flat tongue over Edward's chest. "As you say, master."

Edward used his sight through the demonic grass to track Dante's progress out of the Pools of Pride. A smile crossed his features as he took note of his troops hiding in the shadows just at the entrance of the Pools. That smile grew into a full grin as the three hellhounds cross the threshold back to the front garden of his house unaware of the dangers lurking around them.

Then the Pride Demons pounced. Several of the thralls immediately crashed into Russ, throwing him to the ground and wrapping their coils around him to restrain the biggest of the hellhounds. Another one quickly wrapped his tail around Flash's muzzle, keeping him from blowing his flames. Dante spun around in time to receive a powerful fist to his muzzle and he dropped to the ground unconscious.

Too easy.

******

Dante groaned.

He didn't remember falling asleep and yet he was somewhere he didn't recognise. The walls were pitch black with strange purple veins glowing through the almost-glass like surface. A row of thick bars stood a few feet from him and from there, he could see a mess of bodies crowding around someplace where several unholy spotlights burned. They all looked human but smelled of demon. They were all naked, their muscled forms cheering loudly while some had cans of beer in their large hands.

"Fight! Fight! Fight!"

Dante realised he was in a cell of some sort and a bolt of panic shot through him. He charged at the cell doors, slamming his shoulders against it. But the pridestone was immensely strong, supernaturally strong. Even his own enhanced strength was no match for it. He seized the bars, trying to bend them but they would not budge.

A deep chuckle rippled in his ears.

"No use trying to escape, little pup."

A tall, dark skinned man stepped in front of his cell. Every muscle in his body was a testament to the world of bodybuilding. His pectorals were as wide as plates and carved perfectly into squares on his chest. His abdominal muscles were stacked perfectly beneath them, not a single shred of fat on his lean, vascular body. He stood tall, an immense 8'9'' and with arms and legs that could make great oaks look like twigs. His body was covered in thick, curly black hair particularly on his chest while his arms and legs were covered in an almost fur-like mat. A thick beard clung to his powerful, masculine jaw. His eyes burned with the unnatural red like the other Pride Demons.

Despite all the changes, Dante could still recognise Barry Agarwal from the lacrosse team.

"Barry...?" he whispered, eyes wide. "Edward got you too?"

"Got me?" Barry laughed, his voice a deep rumble that shook Dante's soul. "I went to him." Barry squeezed his thick, fat 14 inch flaccid dick, particularly the big, golden ring embedded into the uncut tip. "He gave me the blowjob of my life and I just had to go back for more. Brought the whole team with me."

"The whole...?" Dante's eyes flicked towards the crowd of cheering men. "Oh no... You had the whole lacrosse team corrupted!?"

Barry threw his head back and let out a booming laugh. "Corrupted!?" He leaned towards the cell bars, grinning from ear to ear. "Kiddo, they wanted_to come. Fuck, the moment they heard that there was a guy out there itching to suck their dick, their egos got so fucking big that they didn't care what happened to them. The _loved the idea that some guy found them hot enough to go down on."

"And what happened when that guy turned into a demon?"

"Even better!" Barry straightened, spreading his large arms. "They got it into their heads that they had a demon under their control. Didn't even care when their souls were sucked right out of their dicks and they became thralls!"

Dante growled and seized the bars, trying to pull at them with all of his strength. "Not all of them would've gone along with this. No matter what you said or how many lies you fed them, they would never have all fallen under your sway!"

With a cocky smirk, Barry tapped the cell bars. "That's why we have these isn't it? Those that didn't want to be turned into a sexy badass demon get thrown in here. If staring at their reflections doesn't turn them, the pit will."

"Pit...?"

"That's right," Barry replied with a grin. "Two guys step in. One guy steps out as a human. The other gets turned."

A loud shout erupted from the crowd, widening Barry's grin all the more. "Sounds like your boy Flash just beat Seamus."

The crowd of thralls suddenly converged on a kicking and screaming young man. Their bodies morphed and twisted, taking on their demonic shapes. Their tails thrashed madly and cum stained their dark fur. The screaming turned into wild cries of lust. Just a few second later, a tremendous roar erupted from the orgy. An orb of light wreathed in purple-black flames bounced out of the writhing bodies and disappeared into the pridestone covering the ground. Another soul devoured and another thrall made.

With the audience somewhat occupied for the moment, Dante could see Flash standing in the centre of a broad circle, exhausted and with black flames shooting from between his lips with every pant. Blood trickled down his brow, soaking into his fur and there were a few wicked gashes across his arms and chest. His demonic powers were healing the wounds but at a much slower rate than it should have been. He was running on fumes.

"Won't be long now," Barry chuckled. "Your boy has won three consecutive rounds already. If the constant winning doesn't make him cocky and pull him into the master's grip then a couple more rounds and he'll be easy prey for us."

"You're a coward!" Dante shouted, slamming his shoulder against the bars. "Too chicken to fight him yourself so you're holding me as collateral!"

"Demons don't play fair, kid." Barry straightened and licked his lips. "I'm gonna enjoy sucking out his soul through his cock. I bet he'll moan like a bitch for me."

Dante had no retort but a feral roar. Flash's ears perked at the familiar cry but the Pride Demons were already throwing another human at him to fight. Normally, a demon against a mere human, especially naked, would be an uneven match but this one lacrosse player was equipped with a rather crude, black staff made of the same unbreakable material as the bars keeping Dante from helping his mate.

Behind the two, his entire body save for his head encased in pridestone, was Russ. The big hellhound was suspended against the wall, pinned there and helpless. All he could do was watch as Flash and the unfortunate human began to circle one another in a fight for their very lives.

Those who could not get in on the action with their latest convert took up position around the ring, eager to be the first to grab of whoever fell in the next round. Flash dropped behind the curtain of demons, Dante caught his mate's glance. There was flash of relief in Flash's green eyes then he was gone.

"I'd love to stick around," Barry chuckled darkly. "But the master is calling me. But scream. Shout a lot. It might keep your boy in the fight a little longer."

"Fuck you!"

The demon just snickered and disappeared out of view.

Dante roared and threw himself against the bars again and again and again until his shoulder became numb. He wasn't as strong as Russ and he couldn't even produce any hellfire like Flash. The only thing he brought to the table was his grandfather's book and possibly another meat shield. He gripped the pridestone in anger, railing against it in sorrow. He suddenly remembered how he had gotten here. The moment they had left the garage, Pride Demons had attacked them from above. He remembered Russ roaring and Flash's black flames spreading but that was it before the sharp pain at the back of his head and unconsciousness.

He heard the demons break out into another cheer. Somehow, through all the unholy roars, he could hear the soft whimpers of the other prisoners. Across the chamber from him, he could see another young man huddled in the corner of his cell, naked and crying openly. No doubt there were more.

So much suffering and it was his fault.

He was the one that unleashed his plague upon the world.

And now others were suffering for it.

"Fuck! Why can't I do anything!?" he shouted, slamming his fists against the bars one more time. He flung his fist against the bars over and over again. The pridestone remained stubbornly immovable and just about the time as another cheer erupted from the crowd, his fists grew tired and numb. Yet even then, he did not give up. He sent his foot slamming against the bars with all his might but it resisted his attack. He only stumbled and slammed his forehead against the bars. Stars flashed in front of his eyes just as another wild cheer rocked the pit. Those cries quickly turned into feral grounds accompanied by a human's plea for mercy.

It wasn't Flash... not this time. But next round...

Dante would not surrender. He couldn't surrender. Even if it meant gnawing at the bars, he would break out. He seized the pridestone with his teeth and bit down, trying to wrench it free of its sockets. A strange, zesty, sweet taste brushed against his tongue. It travelled slowly down his throat but the moment it touched his soul, energy sprang through his body like he had just been shot with adrenaline.

He stared at the pole that he held in his jaws in a ridiculous position. It took him all but a second to realise what that taste was.

It was pride.

Pure pride solidified into physical form, melding with matter and reinforcing it to become pridestone. If he could take away that energy...

Dante lashed his tongue all over the pridestone bar, beckoning the demonic energies into his muzzle and down his throat. Once the flow began, it became easier and easier to drain the energy from the stone. It was like rapidly licking a lollipop to its centre. The entire bar began rapidly shrinking against his muzzle. The power he drained flooded into his soul, purifying it into pure demonic energy that went into repairing the damage that he had inflicted upon himself. His fists no longer felt like lead weights and his shoulders felt like they could carry the weight of the entire world!

Armed with his revelation, he sprang to his feet and immediately began drawing breath, expanding the reach of his draining powers to his entire row of cell bars. His powerful vacuum like breath sucked every inch of Edward's corruptive energies from the pridestone, causing the black rock to wither and crumble into dust.

The rush of energy was intoxicating and Dante was bouncing on the balls of his big feet. His loins began to burn with the need for release and his paw had already gravitated towards his growing sheath. With a grunt, he wrenched his paw away and focused on saving Russ and Flash.

The Pride Demons were far too occupied with their cheering to notice the jet-black hellhound sneaking out of his cell. As much as it would have been amazing to charge into the ring and lend Flash a hand, Dante knew he was no fighter. He needed the weight of experience behind him. Sticking to the walls, he crept through behind the jeering crowd. Every now and then, he glanced over to the fight. Flash was weakening but even against yet another armed human, he was still holding his own.

Dante prayed silently that his make could last a few more minutes while he hurried to Russ' side. Cerberus' dark eyes widened as Dante reached him, gesturing for silence. Taking a deep breath, Dante opened his jaw and began drawing the pride from the rock. He didn't need to inhale. Just through sheer force of his will, he pulled the dark essence into himself, channelling it at a steady rate through his very soul where he cleansed it of Edward's arrogance and left it as pure, demonic power.

There was a lot of pridestone to consume and the more he devoured, the more he was forced to turn the power elsewhere. The urge to cum intensified as his balls grew heavier and bigger. It was becoming distracting and his dick began to ache with need. He bit back a moan but there was no denying the rapid growth of his member as it emerged from his sheathe.

"Direct it towards your muscles," Russ whispered softly. "Turn that energy into pure force, use it to build your form."

Dante nodded slowly and set up mental barricades around his dick. The flood of energy began pooling elsewhere, pouring into his legs, chest, arms and back. Thick veins pressed up against his skin as they fed his muscles the power. An intense heat began building deep within each muscle group, gently radiating outwards and pushing his body to growth. But even that was not enough. He tried to slow down his rate of consumption but when the Pride Demons let out a loud 'oooh' and someone shouted 'This could be it boys!' he knew he didn't have the luxury of time.

His desperation blossomed in his chest, growing more and more as the seconds ticked by. His impatience felt like it was going to burst from his already engorged pectorals and splattered Russ. A soft whimper left his lips as the intense pleasure of consuming so much pride became a painful exercise of keeping himself from exploding. The barriers around his dick began to weaken. If he let them break, there was no stopping the flood of demon seed he'd unleash and no doubt knock himself out in the process. Remembering how Russ had practically been incapacitated after 'birthing' Zander's thralls, he knew he would be in no position to help anyone if he collapsed from exhausted.

"Just a little more Dante," Russ urged quietly. A soft cracking noise emitted from the hard rock around Russ. "Just a little more... you're almost there, son. Almost..."

Dante squeezed his eyes shut.

He couldn't take anymore!

Then, his demonic body gave him a solution. All the demonic energy began pooling rapidly in his pectorals, pumping into his chest rapidly creating two, sacs buried deep within hard walls of iron-hard muscle. These sacks, while initially empty, suddenly began filling with a smooth, white liquid akin to milk but possessing the potential to do much more than provide calcium and fluids to any who consumed it. The newly formed containers filled up quickly, starting to inflate Dante's chest. With a brand new opening to it, the fluid funnelled through the tubes linking Dante's rock hard nipples and came squirting out in thin jets of ivory milk.

Russ reeled back in surprise as the fluid splashed across his muzzle. He instinctively lapped it up. Power like he had only felt few times in his life rushed through his entire body and his eyes gleamed with demonic power. A deep rumble started in his chest, building and building until he let out a tremendous roar that shook the entirety of the Snake Pit.

The gathered thralls turned in surprise and the battle stopped. Flash collapsed onto one knee while the human, standing strong with the staff in his hands, staggered back in horror.

Russ exploded out of his weakened prison, enormous muscles bulging and black hellfire erupting from between his jaws. Three two foot long canine members throbbed from his crotch, spewing precum like firehoses everywhere.

As Russ came down from the immense high, he surveyed his surroundings, at the dozen or so thralls and about that many human prisoners still behind several cells. He turned to Dante who was panting while the demonic milk continued to squirt from his nipples. "Feed your mate," he instructed. "I'll clear you a path."

Russ lifted his fist and thrust it at the gathered thralls. Black ribbons tinged with red shot out of his balled paw. They snaked through the air in irregular patterns, making them completely unpredictable. The thralls could do nothing to defend themselves against it. Several were instantly wrapped in the magical constraints while others managed to seize some weapons made of pridestone and slashed at the ribbons.

Cerberus charged into their midst, immediately driving back away from the ring.

Dante pulled himself up off the ground, feeling strangely bloated and heavy. He managed to make it to Flash. His mate collapsed into his arms. Weakened as he was, they both toppled to the ground, Dante cradling Flash's head gently against his chest.

"Drink," he murmured, guiding Flash's lips towards his nipples.

"Just so you know..." Flash whispered wearily. "This is fucking weird..." But he made no further protests as he lapped up the milk Dante offered. His eyes suddenly lost all weariness and turned his gentle licks into full blown suckling. The intensity of his mate's needy lips made Dante moan as Flash drew more and more of the backed up liquid from his chest. It was like a long, slow orgasm and he was in a constant state of afterglow as the pressure eased in his chest.

"Other one... please..." he begged and Flash obliged, moving to his other nipple to relieve the pulsing organ.

With every drop that Flash drank, his body was filled with more unholy energy. The wounds he had sustained immediately began healing, torn flesh knitting together and bruises beneath his crimson fur easing quickly. The sheen even returned to his fur and veins one more popped healthily against his relaxed muscles. He drank until his own reserves of power were replenished. Then, he pulled away and beamed at Dante with renewed energy.

'Thanks' did not seem like enough so he pulled Dante into a long, appreciative kiss, one that Dante eagerly returned.

Their moment was interrupted, however, when both of their ears picked up the sharp intake of breath from the human standing over them. Whoever the brave soul was, he had snuck up on them and lifted the pole in his head, ready to bring it down. He was crying, mind broken and desperate.

Dante slowly pulled himself away from Flash and stood in front of the human. It was strange looking down at a jock and possessing a body that dwarfed a guy who had built and toned his form to fit his sport. He tried to be as gentle and kind as possible. Slowly, he rested a paw against the kid's shoulder. He even knelt down a little so that they were at eye level.

"You don't need to be afraid anymore," he said softly.

He leaned in and pressed his lips against the young man's lips. There was shock from the human but as Dante began draining away all the fear, all the doubt and pain, all that faded. When Date took away all the negative emotions, there was only clarity and acceptance.

Dante slowly pulled his lips back and smiled. "Hell of a dream, eh Trev?"

The lacrosse player blinked several times and let out a cheery laugh. "You're right... Fuck, you wouldn't know my name if it wasn't a dream!" He shook his head and ran a hand over his head. "God... I really thought I was gonna die..." Then he frowned at Dante. "Wait... does this... does this mean I'm gay?"

"It means you're dreaming," Dante responded, lifting a finger. He gently tapped Trevor's forehead, sending a sliver of his own power into the young man's body. He induced weariness, a heavy slumber that no human would have been able to resist. The teenager collapsed into Dante's arms, snoring heavily.

A short distance away, Russ tossed the last thrall into a cell and shut the door tight. "You're manipulation of negativity has really grown, Dante," he said. "You can drain it not only from people but from objects that other demons have infused with their own power. You can even use it to manipulate humans." Russ gave him a smile. "Your grandfather would be proud."

Slowly lowering the poor human in his arms to the ring, he stood and returned the smile. Flash placed a paw onto his shoulder, beaming with pride. "Thanks," he said. "But what'll happen to all these guys?"

Russ rolled his shoulders, bones cracking ominously. "I don't think I can devour this much negativity and cleanse them in one go. At least not without flooding this place. We'll have to deal with them later. I've placed wards around their cells, though, so Edward shouldn't be able to summon them."

"What about the humans?" Flash asked.

"We can deal with them after we're done." Russ grunted and ran a paw through his dark hair. "This is going to be a real mess to clean up..." He blew out his cheeks and let out the air slowly. "We best hurry and find Edward before things escalate any further."

******

There was only one last place to check.

The enormous doors to the basement were wide open, welcoming but at the same time, a dark chill emanated from the chamber beyond. Just a few steps away from the flight of stairs, a deep, resounding chuckle travelled up from the stairs. It gave Dante a chill down his spine. It sounded so unlike Edward. The purple murk of pride seeped up from the stairs and oozed into the rest of the palace like it was alive.

Russ gave no heroic speech or motivating rallying cry. He just started heading down into the darkness with Dante and Flash right behind him. Purple tongues of flame came to life on either side of them the further they went, illuminating their path down the seemingly infinitely long, dark stairs. The aura of pride became so thick that it was a physically cloying stench that made Flash gag.

At long last, they reached the bottom of the stairs and were greeted by the grand chamber.

The long, lavished throne room was long and incredibly wide. Pillars shaped like Pride Demons with their cocks erect held up the magnificent ceiling that was decorated with dozens of paintings of Pride Demons. The walls were adorned by paintings that told to story of Edward's ascent to becoming the greatest Pride Demon on Earth. A pang of guilt struck Dante as one painting showed him giving Edward the Ring of Pride and thus starting him spiralling into becoming the demon he was today.

Sitting on his enormous throne at the far end of the chamber with Zander, Barry and Mallory attending him, Edward Teller in human guise. Dante barely recognised him. The magnificent specimen of a man was tall, statuesque and possessed the chiselled features of a Hollywood star. His long, golden blonde hair tumbled down his broad shoulders in playful waves. His pronounced cheekbones stood out against his fair, pimple free complexion. Every inch of his body was beautifully muscled and lean from his broad pectorals, his rock had abdominals and even down to his thick, veined thighs.

Kneeling in front of him, head bowed and facing the three hellhounds was Eugene Teller, looking beaten and with his eyes hidden.

"Edward!" Dante shouted.

Edward's supple, rosy red lips twisted into a devilish smile. "Dante..." he cooed with a voice that could've melted the hardest of hearts. "I've been waiting." With the grace of a swan, he slowly rose from his throne, the three demons around him disengaging respectfully. He stepped forward, his nude body positively glistening in the purple firelight. The dark aura around him solidified, sweeping over his form and clinging onto it. It shaped a black bathrobe with royal purple trimmings.

"Manifestation..." Russ murmured softly. "He's that powerful that he can transform demonic energies into physical objects." A soft smile crossed his broad muzzle. "I'm impressed."

Flash gave the bigger hellhound a glance. "Are we in trouble?"

"No. I've able to manifest for centuries. Just don't let anything he says get to you."

Edward chuckled and took another step forward. "I'm insulted. You don't trust me."

"How can we trust you?" Dante demanded. "You've turned dozens of people into thralls and demons! You've been preying on people's pride to make yourself stronger!" He flung his hands in the direction of the stairs. "You had a whole pit fighting thing back there built to either break people so they could be your thralls or fill them with enough pride to fall under your power! You even had a trap where Zander could lure people in, make them look all pretty so that they'd just keep coming back and bringing more of their friends!"

Dante shook his head at the man that he could no longer recognise. "I don't know who you are but you're not the Edward Teller I knew."

Strangely, Edward was unfazed by his words. The toned man with unblemished skin placed his hands on his hips and nodded. "You know what? You're right. I'm not. And I'm not going to be cliché and say that I'm better because clearly, I'm not good enough. If I were, you wouldn't be standing here." He gave Dante a faint smile. "So I'm going to make things nice and simple for all of us."

He bowed gracefully towards the three hellhounds. "My power, my demons and my knowledge is all yours."

The offer stunned Dante and even Edward's own demons were shocked.

"What?" Dante demanded.

Edward straightened and shrugged. "It's clear who the greater demon is here. I'm not going to pretend I have the experience of Russ, the strength of Flash or even your kind soul, Dante. I simply haven't lived long enough, not physically strong enough or benevolent enough to match either of you three."

"You're giving up?" Flash began.

"Wait for it..." Russ rumbled.

Edward suddenly grinned, his perfectly straight teeth flashing. "But my _dad_on the other hand..."

Russ rolled his eyes. "There it is..."

Eugene Teller lifted his gaze, his eyes already burning a bright red against a dark field of black. The ground began to shake, the faint rumbling matching the growls emanating from Eugene's throat. A thick cloying cloud of pride seeped out of him. It had the same texture and taste as the very air. Dante quickly realised that the miasma that had made Flash gag hadn't come from Edward but rather Eugene.

"Oh no..." he whispered, eyes wide and his tail slipping between his legs.

Eugene threw his head back, teeth gnashed together, the cords along his neck tightening and straining. Every muscle on his body flexed at the same time, pushing at the limits of his skin. As they reached their maximum size, the dark atmosphere around them suddenly flooded straight towards him. His deltoids shuddered and ballooned, growing rapidly to the sound of his rising growl and his stretching leather. His biceps quickly followed pressing up his bulging shoulders.

Eugene slammed his fists into the ground, hunched forward as his back muscles surged outwards with enough force that he was almost carried off his knees. It was like watching two new volcanoes forming. His back bulged out further and further in regular beats, the length of his spine forming a divide between the two hilly mounds. Edward had to step back as the widening mass rose to a tremendous seven feet tall hunched over.

Eugene let out a bellowing shout and once again threw his head back, exposing his growing chest. His pectorals rippled and flexed beneath his skin, every sinew and cord accentuated. They emitted soft gurgling sounds and grew continuously, reaching the size of Russ each. Each of his nipples were as big as Russ' own pectorals. Those massive pecs had the perfect backing in the shape of ten hard blocks of square muscle resting over Eugene's abdomen, plated armour that would have outmatched titanium walls.

And yet he continued to grow, stretching taller and wider. His arms continued to lengthen as his spine brought him to a tremendous twenty feet tall with no signs of stopping. Each forearm became decorated by a network of massive veins, thick pipes pumping corrupted blood all throughout his system. They crisscrossed over his biceps and even crept over his pectorals before the mountains absorbed them into their mass.

Through this all, Eugene's lower body was assaulted by the changes as well. His cock spearheaded his transformation and pulsed with demonic blood. It constantly twitched with need, pumping thick wads of precum all over Edward's pyramid dais. With each jerk, it grew thicker, longer and less and less human. The soft human flesh took on a taut, rigid, bright red colour. Another spasm and a large, fleshy barb emerged from the underside of his dick. Another tremor and a second joined the first. Every second, it shook and a new barb emerged, running down its tremendous length even as it continued to grow. The blunt head sharpened to a point, the edge rimmed with more fleshy spikes to make it look even more menacing and to help stimulate Eugene's pleasure centres.

The legs of the emerging demon thickened until they would've put ancient redwoods to shame. Every muscle on them was highly defined, thick veins crawling between the valleys. But this definition did not last. His thighs squeezed together, the flesh melding together rapidly to form a single, long, muscular mass. They gently compressed his growing balls but couldn't completely contain them, forming two, lumps the size of boulders straining against his flesh lewdly, just beneath the genital slit where his cock emerged from. As if the merging of his legs wasn't pleasurable enough, a second, large pole began rising from Eugene's slit. The second member came out fully formed and demonic, rising to meet its brother and constantly pour out unholy precum like a waterfall.

With Eugene's legs completely merged, he came to the halfway point of his transformation. The pace of the change quickly accelerated. The tip where his feet had been lengthened to a pointed, coiling around the entire pyramidal dais as a single, fleshy tail. Large spikes began jutting out of the tip, each one dripping with purple poison. The pale flesh of a human hardened all across the serpentine coils, scaly patterns covering it entirely and slowly turning a dark purple in colour. Spikes began springing up from the spine about halfway up his entire body, forming another defensive measure. The scales reached his waste where it abruptly stopped and the fur began.

Deep, purple fur, almost black, spread all over Eugene's tremendously muscular body, smoothening out some edges but ensuring that every muscle was still perfectly defined. Vicious, bright purple stripes appeared across his back and along the back of his arms. His paws clenched as his nails lengthened to sharpened points, each one as big as broadswords and as hard as diamonds. The fur crawled up his pectorals, sweeping over his shoulders and spread up his neck. Eugene snapped his jaws rapidly, feral snarls springing from his transformed throat. His jaw jutted forward, pulling the rest of his face lengthwise to form an enormous, canine muzzle. The fur quickly closed in on the retreating nose and lips, sweeping over his massive, pointed ears and pushing the last traces of human out.

Eugene let out a roar, his two, hidden fangs snapping out just as his two cocks exploded like twin volcanoes. The stream of cum hit the ceiling, raining demonic seed across the enormous hall. The tremendous thirty foot Pride Demon flexed his biceps, squeezing more of the human out of him until nothing was left but the unholy creature.

Dante stood both in awe and arousal. Though the air had cleared, the powerful presence of the demon was undeniably arousing. The foul stench of pride was gone from the air. Instead, there was the heady musk of an alpha demon that was in need of sex and any demon beneath him was being pulled in to what would undeniably be a mass orgy of worshiping and orgasms. Dante's cock was like a divining rod, pulling him constantly towards Eugene. He instinctively searched for something to grab onto and seized Flash's paw on instinct. The contact was electric for both of them and Flash immediately squeezed back. They held each other like that, preventing one another from falling prey to Eugene's sheer masculinity and power.

Through Eugene's own transformation, Edward had shifted into his demonic form. The demon and owner of the Ring of Pride coiled around his father's waist, a handsome creature possessing horns and the same spikes along his spine as Eugene. Of all the other Pride Demons, he looked the most complete with his canines features, horns, defensive elbow spikes and venomous tail tip. He hung from his dad's waist with a broad grin like he was climbing a mountain.

Mallory, Zander and Barry all followed Edward's lead, curling around the tremendous Pride Demon like parasites to a much larger creature. Barry curled around Eugene's waist just like Edward and immediately proceeded to wrap his lips around Eugene's dick, suckling on the juicy meat hungrily. Zander and Mallory wrapped themselves around the huge crest of chest muscles and managed to find themselves latching onto Eugene's nipples, suckling on the enormous fleshy nubs and coaxing out demonic milk.

"How does it feel, Dante?" rumbled Edward. "How does it feel to be in the presence of someone who is bigger, better and stronger than you and know that you had a hand in making him the way he is?" Edward turned towards his father, beaming proudly as he ran his paws over Eugene's massive abs. "For me, I am in awe. I love the way he looks, I love that I helped make him and I love his sheer power."

Eugene turned one, big, red eye towards his son. "I love you, son," he rumbled. Then his lips pulled back in a snarl. "Now suck my dick and let daddy handle these pests."

Edward gave Dante one last smirk before leaning towards his dad's remaining, free dick and lovingly wrapping his lips around it.

"This is bad..." Russ rumbled, taking one step back in retreat. "Those four are proud to have made the big guy and are feeding him strength. At the same time, Eugene's arrogance is feeding them. It's a perpetual cycle that'll keep him strong!"

Eugene suddenly roared and shot forward, a tidal wave of fur, scales, muscle and demonic masculinity. He seized Russ in one paw lifting him up to the air with a snarl.

"Russ!" Flash cried. He took a deep breath and breathed a swathe of black flames at Eugene's wrist. The flames did their job, eating away at the pride and strength of the demon but with four other Pride Demons directly feeding Eugene, its effects were immediately negated.

"Get those guys off him!" Russ roared, wrenching one of his arms free. "We need to keep them off him!"

Flash punched his palm. "Right!" He bolted towards Eugene, his football training coming to use. With his enhanced senses as a hellhound, he could sense the enormous Pride Demon's sweeping paw as it tried to intercept him. He dove forward into a roll, dodging past the huge, raking claws. With that same momentum, he launched into the air and collided with Barry.

The smaller Pride Demon was coiled around Eugene tightly, however, and as Flash tried to wrap his legs around the guy's waist, his calves hit the spikes along Barry's spine, sending bolts of pain to his brain. He grunted and resisted the urge to pull away as the seized Barry's throat and tried to yank the demon off Eugene's pulsing cock which was just a few inches away.

His cheeks began to burn. Having that huge piece of meat so close was like being close to a radiator. It was sending out waves of heat that was already causing his erect cock to squirt with need.

"Fuuuuuuuuuuuck!" he roared. He blew a bout of hellfire right into Barry's face, causing the Pride Demon to reel back and pull his lips away from Eugene's dick. But Flash couldn't hold on any longer without pouncing on that huge member himself. He had to drop back down, catching his weight on his legs and paws. But the pain from hitting Barry's spikes caused him to collapse.

"Flash! Look out!"

Dante's cry came too late. Eugene's big hand came sweeping down upon him. Enormous fingers wrapped around his waist and yanked him clear off Barry. He was lifted up to eye level of the tremendous Pride Demon. Thick waves of the demon's breath washed over him, filling his nostrils with that strong, zesty, sweet smell that reminded him of grape juice.

"Nothing you do can stop me," Eugene Teller snarled. "You can't stop _any_of us!"

Dante took a step back. Both his mate and mentor were captured. Right before his eyes, Eugene continued to grow as Edward and the other Pride Demons continued to feed him their strength and he sustained them with his milk. With his demonic vision, he could all the demonic energy flowing through the system, continuously multiplying. If he didn't do something soon, Eugene was going to be too big for the hall and eventually would have enough strength and size to rampage across all of Angelton.

But what could he do?

He briefly considered draining some of that sustenance into himself but he almost burst after sucking out the pridestone that had restrained Russ. Even as both Russ and Flash had 'fed' off his nipples to regain their strength and relieve him of the pressure building in his balls and pecs, he knew he couldn't drain Eugene. He wouldn't have enough capacity to even suck one of the demons dry.

But he had to break the system, break their cycle...

The question was how?

Russ and Flash were slowly being lowered towards Eugene's cocks. Whatever the enormous demon had in mind, neither of them would be able to take it.

Seeing his mate edging towards those two, monstrous dicks, however, an idea sprang to his mind.

Dante bolted forward, his supernatural speed carrying him easily towards Eugene. Just like Flash, he vaulted up towards the gargantuan demon's waist but instead of clinging onto the coiled demon suckling one of the ass-breaking dicks, he scrambled up onto Eugene's furry torso. The enormous abdominals actually made for perfect handholds and he easily climbed up to where Mallory clung onto Eugene. The smaller Pride Demon shot him a piercing glare and dug his claws into Eugene's chest, refusing to let go. But Dante swept past him and for a moment, Mallory relaxed.

Then a new sensation hit the Pride Demon, one he had never felt before. Intense warmth radiated from near the tip of his tail and he could feel something wiggling inside of him. It felt good. Really good. The young nerd-turned-demon had never felt anything like it even when he had gobbled up his dad's demonic dicks or when Vance had done the same with him, forming a sexy ring of scales, fur and cum. A shudder ran through Mallory's body, starting from the tip of his tail all the way up his coils to where it struck his spine. His long, muscular lower half loosened from where it was wrapped around Eugene's bicep like a long, snake-coil bangle.

His eyelids fluttered as that intense sensation spread up his spine and caused his arms to go weak. As broad and ripped as his torso was, it all turned to jelly in the face of the strange internal wiggling sensation that somehow reached every part of his body. The cries of his fellow Pride Demons went unheard as his arms fell slack by his sides. He tried to remain focused, tried to keep to his master's plans and continue to feed his pride to Eugene as he, in turn, fed of Eugene's intense masculinity but whatever this feeling was, it was overwriting all his cognitive functions.

When that feeling began to push deeper into him before receding, he couldn't take any more. Mallory, gave one Eugene's nipple one last suck and tumbled off the giant Pride Demon's chest. He landed on the ground. The pain from the impact was somewhat lessened by his tail but he still writhed a little in pain, thrashing his tail... or at least trying to.

That was when he realised someone had a powerful grip on his tail. He propped himself up, his cheeks burning beneath his dark fur. His eyes settled on Dante, shoving a big finger deep inside him, pulling it back in and out to the rhythm of pleasure that shook his entire body.

"No..." he wailed, realising what was happening. "Noooooo!" His cry turned into moan as Dante continued to finger fuck him. He writhed on the ground, claws digging into the grass beneath him. He gave another cry, the only thing he could manage to signal his friends for help. But his voice became clogged as Dante shoved another finger into his ass, slick with drool.

Above them, Eugene noticed the sudden drop in his reserves of strength and turned to look down. "No! Mallory!"

"Keep him busy!" Russ suddenly shouted, thrusting his paw at the demon's face. Black ribbons erupted from his fingertips and wrapped themselves around Eugene's eyes, blinding him. The Pride Demon let out a loud roar and tossed him away. Russ deftly flipped in the air and seized one of the large chandeliers, preventing him from sailing halfway across the room.

Eugene tore the ribbons from his eyes but left them wide open for Flash. A torrent of hellfire seared his pupils and the Pride Demon let out a roar. He immediately dropped Flash in a desperate attempt to douse the flames eating at his eyeballs. Flash rolled onto the ground, preventing some damage as he came up on a crouch.

Behind him, Dante continued to finger Mallory until the Pride Demon was wildly humping the air, his twin cocks rising in need and begging for release. All resistances were gone in his lower half and he had all but stopped thrashing. In fact, he was eagerly trying to curl himself around Dante to bring him closer. Now that his prey was ready, Dante guided the demon's hole towards his dick. Mallory didn't even wait and eagerly slipped his tail onto the hellhound's throbbing two foot dick. It couldn't fit all the way at first but those first few inches were enough to make Mallory wail with need.

Dante got caught in the moment, ignoring the fact that there was still an enormous thirty foot Pride Demon in the same hall as himself. He seized the sides of Mallory's tail, sliding it further and further down his cock like a scaly fleshlight. His goal became entirely to stuff as much of his dick as he could into Mallory and he grunted loudly with every inch that he managed to thrust into the Pride Demon's tail. Hot precum poured out of his dick and dripped out of Mallory's abused hole like a clear waterfall. The more of that warm ass he could wrap around his member, the better it felt and when the tip of Mallory's tail touched his swollen knot, he gave a loud grunt and gave the demon one last, powerful thrust.

"Oh fuuuuuuuck!" Mallory cried. He seized his two dicks jerking them with all his might. Every thrust from Dante sent a physical wave through his coils, making him thrust his hips and squirt his own thickening precum all over his chest. "Don't stop!" he begged. "Don't you fucking stop!"

Dante eagerly complied, continuing to fuck Mallory with all his might, savage and with thick droplets of slobber hanging from his fangs with every heavy pant.

A short distance away, Eugene batted away the flames and finally got his vision back. But in the moment he was distracted, Russ swung down from the chandelier and collided feet first into Barry's face. The force of the impact knocked Barry against the hard wall of Eugene's flanks but it also brought Russ close to Barry's hole. Just like Dante, he shoved a finger into the virgin ass and Barry's eyes widened.

"No!" Edward cried, pulling his lips away from his father's dick. "Stop!"

But Russ didn't listen and seized the back of Barry's head with his free paw. He pulled the Pride Demon in for a vicious kiss that had the demon melting in his grip. Barry collapsed into Russ' arms and slipped right off Eugene. As they hit the ground, Russ rolled on to of Barry, the demon's tail in one large paw.

"Let me show you how a Pride Demon's body should be used," Russ growled.

Eugene turned, lifting his barbed and poisoned tail to strike. A blast of black flame suddenly slammed into his face again and he pulled away instinctively. As he did so, he exposed Zander. Flash launched himself at the smaller Pride Demon, black flames erupted from his feet and propelling him straight at the arrogant beauty-obsessed hell spawn. Flash was not so kind as either Dante or Russ and immediately bathed Zander in a torrent of hellfire. Zander couldn't keep hold as the pain of having his demonic essence burned away was too much. He uncurled from Eugene and fell to the ground like a dark meteor. The moment he crashed onto the ground, he wildly rolled in the demonic grass, patting away the black flames. When the last flickering spark died, he found himself staring up at a tall, imposing Flash.

"Always thought you were an arrogant prick," snarled the fire-spewing hellhound. "Time someone put you in your place!"

Eugene fumed. He could feel his son's confidence starting to wane. Being reduced back to the scrawny lonely single dad and his fat, pimple-faced son was not an option. They were both powerful now; immense demons of pride that were justified in their arrogance. They were smart, strong and manly! He was _not_going to let anyone take that away from them!

He lunged at Russ first. The biggest of the hellhounds was their source of strength, a guiding force and the cornerstone of their little group. If he went down, their resolve would waver. But just as his paws closed in on the dark demon, a strange wrenching sensation twisted his stomach. He fell back and gagged, an immense weakness striking him. He toppled to the ground just as Mallory let out a loud, lusty cry accompanied by Dante's howl of ecstasy.

Mallory's mind was left empty, his entire body just running on autopilot. He squeezed his cocks tight. Jets of hot, demonic cum came shooting out of his twin dicks, spraying all over his chest and seeping into the grass around him. At the same time, Dante's molten seed shot into his ass in blasts so powerful that it rocked his corrupted soul. It washed over his entire being, his demonic essence shaken and bathed in the pure white, glowing seed. He let out another roar.

Dante was still fully quite aware even though his body was also running autonomously. He lay in waiting for his cum to explode out of his dick and pour into Mallory. Once it did, he rode the tsunami of seed straight into Mallory's very core. The ties between Eugene and the smaller Pride Demon was still strong. Using that, he tugged on the spiritual lines, pulling at it and draining strength from Eugene. The flood of pride that poured into Mallory was instantly infused with the Pride Demon's cum and shot out in a giant, unending fountain of orgasmic pleasure.

Edward was quick to catch on to his scheme however and severed the ties manually before too much of Eugene's strength could be sapped. But it was enough to shrink down the massive Pride demon by at least three feet.

"Nooo..." Eugene moaned. "No!" Then he suddenly let out another gag as yet another tie was terribly abused. His eyes instantly went to Russ who had Barry in a somewhat unique position.

Russ had twisted Barry's tail around the Pride Demon and shoved the virgin hole down onto his dick just like Dante. However, he had also shoved one of Barry's own dicks into the stretched hole. The Pride Demon was paralysed by pleasure as he literally proceeded to fuck himself with Russ' help.

"This is for getting the drop on me!" Russ roared, thrusting one of his enormous dicks right into Barry's tail. His two other members shot jets of precum to the side, joined by Barry's freed member. In all, three demonic pricks showered their surroundings with clear, white fluids.

"This is for trapping me in some fucking rock!"

Barry threw his head back and let out desperate cry of lust. He could feel Russ' immense power using his link to Eugene to sap strength from Edward's masterpiece but he was helpless to do anything about it. Though his arms were free and he could easily bite down on Russ, he didn't want to. He was in so much bliss that all he could do was hold onto Russ tightly and beg for more.

"This is for making me watch Flash get beaten up!"

Barry's entire body began to shake violently, his balls were ready to burst!

"This is for imprisoning Dante!"

Russ' knot slipped into Barry's abused hole, squeezing the Pride Demon's barbed member against the walls of his ass.

"And this is because _no one_fucks with Cerberus!"

With one last thrust, both of their dicks collective erupted with seed. Barry threw his head back with a shout, eyes squeezed shut as all his pride was drained away from the humiliation of being forced to fuck himself and the lust of the moment. Russ, his black eyes flaring, unleashed a deafening roar, still fully in control despite all three of his dicks firing off gallons of cum. The hot seed pumped deep into Barry, large lumps of seed visibly bulging against the length of his tail and travelling up his coils.

Poor Barry's cry turned into a dazed moan as his own cocks spewed more and more seed. Half of his load splattered onto the grass but the rest shot into his ass and travelled back into his gut. His chiselled abdomen began to lose its definition as it began to fill with his and Russ' seed. He lay back and let out a faint gurgling. Cum came shooting out of the back of his throat and he collapsed onto the grassy floor, twitching as he continued to feed himself more and more of his own seed into himself.

The effect on Eugene was tremendous. The gargantuan Pride Demon shuddered where he lay, his entire body rapidly shrinking as it could no longer maintain his size without two sources of fuel. He dropped another three feet in height, his muscles deflating though still remaining firm and strong even as Edward severed the ties made with Barry.

"Dad, don't -" Edward began but then another lustful cry erupted from somewhere else in the hall.

Zander and Flash were both engulfed in unholy black fire, their forms just barely visible against the pillar of flames. Zander's demonic energies had been burned out, leaving him human even if was an exceptionally beautiful human. He cried out in a mix pleasure and pain as Flash stuck his fully demonic doggy dick into his ass, a devilish grin on his face. Zander pulled more dark essence Eugene, his only source of demonic nourishment. This drained Eugene and it was all futile as Flash just burned it all away, keeping him miserably human.

His impressive foot long, erect dick slapped against his abdomen, stretched bizarrely with the length of Flash's dick pressing up against them. As much as he wanted to resist, he was starting to slow his desperate grasp for more power as he realised the futility of the exercise. His pride faded, burned in the black fires around him. A loud, almost girlish cry left his throat as his cock exploded and fired blasts of his seed into the flames.

Zander collapsed forward but Flash seized the back of his head, pulling his hair back.

"Oh no," Flash growled into the demon's ear. "I'm not done with you yet."

The big hellhound grunted and thrust his dick further up Zander's ass. He was barely half in. Zander, while athletic in his new form was still somewhat small. It didn't matter. The demon was humiliated and broken and Edward had yet to sever the ties between Eugene and Zander. He continued to shove his dick into Zander under Edward let out a pained cry and broke the link.

Only then did he let Zander collapse onto the ground in exhaustion. It left his dick painfully hard and still in need of relief but there were still two demons that he could stick his puppy maker into. He turned towards the significantly smaller Eugene. At only twenty feet tall, Edward could no longer fully coil around his father and had to drop beside the still taller demon.

Edward pulled Eugene up, helping his dad stand.

"This isn't over!" Edward roared.

Dante extracted himself from an unconscious Mallory, grunting as his still-erect dick was showered with some of his own cum. "Yes it is," he rumbled. "Your army is defeated. Your champion is weakened. And you're outnumbered."

A loud, wet, slapping noise echoed from the hall behind the two remaining Pride Demons. Russ trudged through the cum-soaked dark grass towards them. "All your father's experience can't outmatch my own. Plus, I've got magic." He gave the two a nod. A large black wall sprang up between Eugene and Edward, instantly separating them. The wall expanded to the left and right, pushing the two Pride Demons further apart.

Eugene screamed for his son but suddenly found something seizing his tail. A shudder went through his body as he felt something hot, slick and _throbbing_pushed into his virgin ass. He glanced over his shoulder, Flash's demonic grin meeting him.

"I haven't gotten off yet, pops," Flash rumbled.

Before the large demon could swipe at Flash, Russ was suddenly behind him, pulling his arms back. His own confidence had been shattered with the loss of his immense height and size. Though he still towered over the other demons around him, the knowledge of having become smaller wounded his pride. That made him vulnerable and as Flash buried his dick into Eugene's ass, the big demon found his resolve wavering.

What little hope he may have held shattered when he heard Edward cry out as he was tackled to the ground by Dante. Again, he screamed for his son, trying to pull himself free of Russ' grip. The legendary hellhound pounced onto the struggling Pride Demon, throwing him to the ground while Flash continued to fuck him. Eugene found his strength waning as Flash's dick penetrated him inch by inch. He tried to push himself off the ground, tried to shake of Russ but his arms felt like noodles and he just collapsed back into the grass.

Russ rolled off his back and seized his jaw.

"You're proud of your son," Cerberus rumbled. "I can respect that. But turning innocent kids into thralls, devouring their souls and making yourself _fat_on their inflated pride. That, I cannot condone." He beckoned for Flash to come over. His fellow hellhound could barely make it over as he continued to shove his dick into Eugene's tailhole. He was already panting heavily with being so close to orgasm after his initial run with Zander.

"I'm sorry," Russ said with finality. He then pulled Eugene's lips towards his own and caught the big demon in a passionate kiss.

From where he lay, Edward could see Russ rapidly draining his dad's strength with that hot kiss. Flash's continuous thrusts was like a pump, pushing more and what made Eugene so strong and powerful up from his body and into Russ' eager throat. The pleasurable stimulation from his ass outweighed the drain on his strength and he just melted in Russ' arms.

"Dad! No!" Edward pleaded. "Fight it! You have to -"

He lips were suddenly occupied by a long, flat tongue. Dante pushed him down onto the ground. The move caught him off guard and some of his power flooded into the hellound. He tried to break the connection but Dante's ability to drain his demonic strength far surpassed his own. Even as he pushed his former friend away, wrenching his lips to the side, he could feel his strength flooding out of him and down Dante's throat.

Before the weakness could overcome him entirely, he tried to seize Dante's big, muscular chest and throw him to the side. But even then, it was too late. His shattered confidence only weakened him further. The armour of pride that he had built around himself had been smashed and his desperation at trying to piece it back together only weakened it further.

He thrashed his tail, desperately trying to use the bladed tip to slash at Dante but his former friend. There were spurts of blood when he actually made contact with Dante's armour-like back muscles but with all the energy being drained from him, Dante healed the injuries almost instantaneously.

Edward realised he could not win and let his arms fall limply against the dark grass. He squeezed his eyes shut, unable to do anything as Dante drained him of his pride. Fear bubbled up in his chest at the thought of what would no doubt come next. He could feel Dante's erection throbbing against his chest, precum seeping down his chest. It was some comfort that at least it was Dante that would take his anal virginity and not some stranger.

The drain on his pride ebbed but he still kept his eyes squeezed shut, waiting for the pain or pleasure that would come from being anally penetrated. Dante got off his chest and he braced himself. He heard his father's cry or orgasm and knew that his time wasn't too far off.

But when he didn't feel a warm hand seize his tail... he opened his eyes.

Dante stood with his back to him.

"Y - Y - You're not going to fuck me?" he stammered.

"No Ed..." Dante said mournfully despite his throbbing dick. "I'm not going to fuck you."

For some reason, that hurt a lot more than if Dante had stuck a dick up his ass and filled him with demonic cum. "Why not!?" Edward pleaded. "What? I'm not good enough for you? Do you want me to say I'm sorry? Do you want me to beg for it!?" He crossed his arms. "Well forget it! I'm not going to lower myself to that!"

His friend's pride was still strong despite his defeat. That was both impressive and a little sad. Dante turned to where Russ and Flash were just finishing up with Eugene. Flash let out a sigh of contentment and pulled Eugene's tail from around his cock. The big Pride Demon had shrunk down to about fifteen feet tall when standing. His coils were at least double that but he was much smaller now and a little more manageable.

All three of Russ' enormous cocks were rigid and dripping with precum, his balls swollen and ready for release. However, the big hellhound was still perfectly in control as he straightened and rolled his enormous shoulders.

"Get everyone in one place," Russ instructed.

Dante ignored Edward entirely, adding insult to injury as he dragged Mallory over to him. Flash pulled Zander by his foot and Barry by his tail to the same pile while Russ dragged Eugene over. Only Edward was conscious amongst them and he immediately scrambled over his slumbering father, hugging the bigger Pride Demon tightly. He was sobbing quietly.

"What... What are you going to do with us?" he asked. "I only... I was only... I just felt... amazing, you know? I was on top of the world for once. I had the popular kinds under my thumb and even the jocks were bending over backwards for me. How could you not want more!?"

Dante glanced at his two companions. Any human couldn't have resisted the allure of such temptation. Demons, who were so much closer to such emotions, wouldn't have been able to stand a chance. But Edward still posed a danger to the world. And H2 had been right. There was no way the three of them could contain the four Pride Demons.

It broke his heart but as Russ waved his hands in an intricate pattern and summoned up the box, he did nothing to stop it.

"Wha - What are you doing?" Edward asked. "What's that?"

"I'm sorry Ed," Dante murmured softly. "But you're right. It would've been impossible for anyone to resist that kind of temptation. So we're going to send you some place where you won't have to resist. Where you can be a proud, strong Pride Demon for as long as you want."

He gulped loudly.

"We're going to send you to Hell."

Edward's eyes widened in horror just as Russ opened the box. Brilliant, white light sprayed out from the depths of the container. Zander, who was the lightest of the group, was pulled off the ground unceremoniously and flung towards the light. His body warped and twisted, his slumbering form shrinking until it was dragged into the brilliance.

"No!" Edward screamed, digging his claws into the grass in desperation.

Mallory was next to fly into the box, his tail disappearing into the depths and his muscular upper body vanishing moments later.

"Please! This is my home!" Edward begged. "I'll be good! I promise! We all will! Just please don't -"

Barry flew towards the light, consumed completely by it.

Edward stopped pleading as his dad started to slide along the grass. The tip of Eugene's tail touched the lip of the box and began sliding into the light. Whatever hope Edward had of remaining on Earth vanished, replaced with the desire to be with his dad and his three demon friends regardless of where they were. He leapt at Eugene and hugged him tightly, wrapping his coils around Eugene and clinging on with all his might.

Together, the two were pulled into Hell, disappearing form Earth.

Russ shut the box with a slam and let out a loud sigh.

"Did we do the right thing?" Dante asked softly. He regarded his mentor and mate worriedly. "I mean, did you see Edward? He was sincerely regretful of his actions. And he threw himself at his dad..."

"That's only because you damaged his pride and drained it out of him," Russ replied. "Give him time to replenish his strength and he'll be just as arrogant as he was when he tried to attack us. I do admit, his idea of using selfless pride to fuel his father was impressive and unique but given time, he would've attacked all of Earth and tried to bring it under his sway. A demon can never be truly satisfied."

"Even us?"

Russ gave the two hellhounds an encouraging smile and placed his paws on their shoulders. "You two aren't true demons. Not really. You're two mortal souls who have had their bodies changed into demons and perhaps their immortal essences twisted slightly to resemble that of a demon's but deep down, you're both still good people."

"What does that make you?" Flash asked.

"The half-Angel, half-mortal who fell and became a demon." Russ snorted softly as he dismissed the box with a wave of his paw, the container engulfed in red light before vanishing. "Sometimes I think someone has this whole thing plotted out." With a shrug he turned towards the exit. "Well, we've still got work to do."

"Work?" Flash turned towards the big hellhound incredulously. "What kind of work? We defeated the bad guys. We won!"

"Yes but there are still several thralls up there." He pointed upwards. "Thralls that need to be cured of the demonic taint. There's also Mallory's father who is a full demon. I need to send him to hell too. Let's not forget this place." He gestured at the hall with his big paws.

Dante scratched his head, just behind his ears. It was a surprisingly pleasurable feeling. "I thought... it'd sort of collapse after we sent Edward to Hell..."

"You've watched too many movies and played too many videogames," Russ said. "This patch of Earth is permanently infused with demonic pride energies. It will eventually heal but only in about a thousand years. No, what you need to do -" he pointed at Dante in particular " - is to start sucking the pride right out of this place so it starts going back to normal."

Dante's eyes bugged out, wide as saucers. "Th - Th - This place!? This _whole_place!? I could barely eat the pride that was keeping you imprisoned in the Snake Pit!"

"Ah and that reminds me," Russ said, snapping his fingers. "You need to clean out the Snake Pit, the Archives of Arrogance and the Pools of Pride as well. Not to mention the rest of this house. Once I'm done with the thralls, I can come help but it's on you to do most of the grunt work. I'm not as sensitive as you are and I can't suck the negativity out of corrupted furniture like you can."

The weight of the entire endeavour caused Dante's shoulders to sag. While he knew he'd enjoy that feeling of his cock throbbing and his nipples ready to burst, he didn't think he'd be able to eat everything that Edward had created.

"What do I do?" Flash asked, lifting his paw. "Help you clean up?"

"Dante will need some place to eject his consumed demon energy," Russ responded. "Help him out. Use the power you get to generate hellfire to help him clean up. I figure with that two of you, you could cleanse this place within an hour or so." Russ turned and started heading up the stairs. "And remember, you have school in the morning!"

Both hellhounds groaned, Flash even going so far as to slap his forehead.

"Well..." Dante muttered, wandering over to one of the massive Pride Demon pillars. "Better get to work..."

"Yeah..." Flash replied, black flames licking out between his fangs. "You know what this means, don't you?"

"What?"

"From now on, high school is hell."

******

Hell... was not exactly what Edward had expected it to be.

In the back of his mind, he had envisioned Hell to a land of burning fire, magma, dark skies and rivers of blood while the screams of the tormented filled the air. Instead, he found himself in a land that was plucked right out of a fantasy book.

He lay on the rim of a fountain while Zander sucked on his thick dick. He had very little pride left to offer but it would be enough to allow Zander to take on his demonic shape again. If they were going to survive Hell, they all needed to at least be in their true forms. The fountain itself was made of some strange, glass-like rock. It was highly reflective but had the texture of stone. The water was crystal clear and even tasted a little sweet when he tried it.

A short distance away, Eugene emerged from a street with Barry right beside him, the two biggest of the Pride Demon having returned from their scouting mission. Barry in particular looked a little bloated. He hadn't metabolised all the cum he had and Russ had poured into himself and still had a rather large belly. It almost looked like he was pregnant. Edward could tell they were approaching as each of the buildings and even the ground itself was made of the same reflective material. It was honestly a little disorienting seeing reflections upon reflections like that.

"There's no one around..." Eugene reported, shrugging his enormous shoulder. "The entire town is abandoned."

"Is this our personal hell?" murmured Barry, glancing up at the purple sky occasionally populated by a few clouds. "Damned to this empty town with nothing but our own fucking reflections to keep us occupied?"

"And each other," Eugene said, gripping his shoulder tightly. He was trying to be brave but even he was shaken at the abandoned town.

"Really not what I expected Hell to be," Mallory admitted. He and his father soaked in the fountain. Like Zander, Vance was sucking on one of Mal's cock, drawing on what little energy his son could spare to regain his demonic shape. "It's kind of nice... sort of..."

Suddenly, another voice cut through their conversation.

"Oh it was. Once."

All the demons turned towards the tip of the fountain which depicted three Pride Demons coiled around one another, the water pouring from their muzzles. Sitting on one of the statues' heads was a familiar white-haired figure dressed in black and red.

"You!" Edward shouted, leaping off the fountain and making Zander choke on his cock a little. "The demon hunter!"

"Demon hunter?" the man said, pressing a hand against his chest. "Now where did you get an idea like that? My name is H2 the Harbinger of Havoc. I am a No One."

"A what?" Eugene growled, wrapping his tail protectively around Edward.

"Call me a consultant," H2 answered with a sly smile. "A long while back, there was a rather adventurous man who had explored every corner of Earth and wanted to see much more. His soul could never rest until his wanderlust was satisfied. So, I took him here, to Hell, where he experienced a... _transformative_adventure. That same man collected artefacts from ten of the strongest demons in Hell and brought them home with him to Earth alongside his soulmate, Cerberus."

"Russ...?" Edward asked. Then his eyes widened. "You're talking about Virgil, Dante's grandfather!" A realisation hit him. "Virgil was a demon!?"

"A hellhound, yes. Just like Dante and Flash. I turned him into one for his journey and to help Hell."

"'Help Hell'?" Mallory repeated. "How exactly are you going to help Hell? Or was it part of your plan to unleash us onto the world so we can bring Hell to Earth?" He scoffed and shut his eyes. A soft moan left his features as his cock flooded his father's muzzle. "Well, you're too late," Mal rumbled. "Dante threw us back here."

"You misunderstand," H2 chuckled. "I had no intention of spreading Hell's influence onto Earth. I want to spread Earth's influence to Hell."

The Pride Demons exchanged glances, some shrugging in confusion and others just shaking their head.

"Hell is a place built for those people who revel in what mortals consider 'sin'," H2 explained. "Take this city, for one. Pride Demons populated it with their thralls. They would catch their reflection in the reflective walls of the city, compliment one another on the street and feed one another's egos. It made them stronger, helped them prosper. But demons, as you've seen, quickly become obsessed and indeed trapped in this sort of mentality. They find an emotion they latch onto and stick to just that emotion as their sole dietary requirements. They don't touch other 'sinful' aspects. They wouldn't even dare touch any virtues let alone love." H2 snickered bitterly. "They think themselves free but in truth, they are slaves to their own hunger."

His yellow eyes turned towards the demons. "But you, on the other hand, are mortals who have been turned into demons. Mortals who have the capacity to experience other emotions other than the pride that you now embody. I see within you ambition." His eyes fell to Mallory. "Loyalty." Zander was the object of his gaze. "Camaraderie." Barry was the object of his gaze. "And lastly, love." He had both Edward and Eugene in his eyes.

"With this potential, you can make the demons more than just static, one-dimensional creatures bound to a single doctrine. Give the right stimulation, you could all introduce mortality into these demons and free them from being so... well... so boring."

Edward snorted. "Sounds like you want us to introduce order to chaos."

There, H2 chuckled again. "There you are wrong." He swept his hand around the glass city. "Here, the order is pride. Your definition of chaos is the order. By changing things, by introducing you, I am introducing chaos to Hell."

"What makes you think we'll even follow through with your plan?" Zander snarled. "We're not pawns for your game."

"Hang on, Zan," Barry began. "Let's hear him out." He turned towards H2. "What do we get out of it?"

H2 beamed. "Glad you asked." He lifted a finger to the air. "You see, with Virgil and Russ took the Ring of Pride from Superior who was then the leader of the Ascent of Arrogance, they humiliated the enormous Pride Demon right in front of his retainers. Dozens of Pride Demons who lorded over thousands of others realised that the one governing force was no longer in power. You can imagine what happened after."

"There was a power struggle..." Edward murmured. "A power vacuum that needed to be filled."

"And even now, it has not been filled," said H2. "The throne at the top of the Ascent remains empty and demon lords squabble and war with one another in an attempt to subjugate one another. But you, all of you, have the hearts of mortals and the Ring of Pride. You are unlike these other demons. Play your cards right and you just may find yourselves rulers of this land. A ruler of Hell."

A King of Hell...

The Superior of Pride.

Edward liked the sound of that and his grin showed it.

"Alright. Where do we start?"