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Magical rituals were unstable things at best. It was a basic fact that was taught to even those that weren't skilled in the magical arts; there were too many ways a ritual could backfire if it was interrupted, and most of them were horribly dangerous.

The ones that weren't still tended to have severe consequences, ranging from a localised tear in reality to summoning a demon from the very depths of Hell - and unlike what most people believed, mages did not have the ability to bind or control those things. There were some wizards and sorcerers that tried, of course, but more often than not it was simply a man under the spell of a demon, who thought it amusing to see others try to replicate the feat. It meant more hosts for the other creatures of Hell, and more chaos in the mortal world.

All of which, apparently, was completely unknown to a knight who had managed to make it all the way up to the very top of one particular wizard's tower. Palyn had heard claims that this was the home of a mage with the very darkest of powers, one who was in the midst of conducting a ritual that would tear apart the nearby town - never mind, of course, the fact that the person who had told him this was completely, utterly drunk, and couldn't stop giggling every time he spoke.

No, he just had to believe the man. After all, he was a true knight! He couldn't ignore the cry of a town in need. He could ignore the many others who told him that the man was merely a drunkard having his fun with Palyn, of course, because what man would be so dishonorable as to do that?

This sort of thinking perhaps explained why the knight barged straight past the _many_signs that Berze the wizard had placed all the way up the steps to his tower, to avert this very situation. "DANGEROUS MAGICAL RITUAL - DO NOT INTERRUPT", one read. "ONLY CONTINUE PAST THIS POINT IF YOU DESIRE TO HAVE YOUR GENITALS OBLITERATED IN A SHOCKWAVE OF MAGICAL FEEDBACK", said another.

The third one said "NO, SERIOUSLY. I'VE SEEN IT HAPPEN BEFORE. IT'S NOT VERY PRETTY."

Of course, to Palyn, every single one of these just read "DANGEROUS MAGICAL RITUAL IN PROGRESS. PLEASE INTERRUPT". Palyn, see, was not a very intelligent knight. He had gotten to his place through sheer brute force, and a charming enthusiasm for his post that would have been praised in almost any other situation.

He was just the sort of knight that would shout a terrible one-liner before fighting off a dragon, and he'd somehow to it successfully. He'd cry out about how villainy could never beat good while tearing down a lich with his bare hands, the other knights that were with him just watching in disbelief. Often it was almost as though Palyn's sheer optimism warped the world around them, like fate just couldn't stand to see the poor knight feel down about something.

Of course, it was a little different when said knight was charging past a dozen warning signs to interrupt a magical ritual that could very well alter the way fate worked. There was very little fate or sheer luck could do to help him the moment he slammed his way through the door that said "FOR THE LAST TIME, DO NOT INTERRUPT".

For a moment, there was dead silence. Berze stared disbelievingly at the knight that had somehow managed to stampeded past every single one of his signs, even as the magic in his hands began to fizzle out and spark, flickering erratically across the circle of chalk he'd drawn on the ground.

Then, of course, he exploded.

"For goodness' sakes, Palyn, do you not know how to read?!" Berze's voice was an angry shout that almost approached a shriek. "Seven times! You've interrupted this same bloody ritual seven goddamn times!"

"You speak as though I know you, foul wizard!" Palyn jabbed his sword at Berze, a gesture that would have been threatening had he not been half the room away from the wizard. "I know not the blasphemous number of which you speak!"

"Seven is... it's a number." Berze brought a hand up to his head, hoping to massage away the headache that talking to Palyn always brought. "It's... not blasphemous. And I'm pretty sure you can count to ten."

"Not if you can, heretic!" Palyn proclaimed. Berze stared at him for a moment, putting the pieces together.

"So... you think I'm a bad guy."

Palyn nodded empathetically.

"And because I'm the bad guy... anything I do is bad."

Palyn nodded even harder. His helmet slipped slightly.

"And so you've decided that even basic logic is somehow heretical."

"Exac- Wait..." Palyn paused, frowning in concentration. "Yes. Exactly as you said, foul wizard!"

Berze gave the knight a deadpan stare. "This explains so much."

It was at that moment that the ritual gone awry completed itself, the sparks travelling along the circle of chalk suddenly coalescing into a pentagram. The energy gathered for a moment, fluctuating and pulsing, creating a dazzling display of light that Berze looked away from and Palyn stared directly into.

When it was over, a gargoyle stood where the circle had been. He was a handsome creature, if one could call a creature such as him handsome; broad shoulders and thick muscles, with a body made of animated stone. His ears extended into points, though his face was that of a man's.

Most prominent, of course, were the large wings that were attached to his back. He wore nothing but a loincloth of stone.

"Who dares summon-" The gargoyle's speech began deep and powerful, all the strength of earth and stone reverberating through his voice - but he stopped as he noticed the knight in the corner blinking the light away from his eyes. He stopped mid-speech, then sighed, turning to Berze. "This is the seventh time, isn't it?"

"The fact that I'm not entirely sure about the answer to your question scares me, R'leth," the wizard muttered in response. "And now he's going to-"

"I knew it!" Palyn's sword came up and at the ready, the knight glaring angrily at both demon and man. "The wicked wizard has summoned the dastardly demon!"

"...Are you going to take me up on my offer now?" R'leth's voice was plaintive. "I'll take away the clause where I keep your souls. He's started alliterating. I don't think I can take much more."

Berze sighed. He didn't want to accept the gargoyle's offer; contracts with demons rarely ended well - but Palyn's bumbling idiocy seemed to have pushed them both into a corner. The first ritual he'd stumbled into had created a localized time loop and summoned R'leth, with only Berze and the demon able to retain their memories.

And of course, being that a time loop was involved and Palyn couldn't remember any one of the wizard's numerous explanations... he'd done the exact same thing another six times. It was why Berze had added so many warning signs, not that any of them had done a single thing to deter Palyn.

Killing the knight wasn't an option, either. He was a nexus in the time loop - which in itself was a complicated piece of magic that should not have been possible - and needed to survive to its end for the whole thing to end properly without all of time shattering.

"On one condition," the wizard finally said, staring up at the gargoyle. R'leth twitched a little, but sighed, his shoulders slumping.

"What is your condition?" It was clear from his posture that he was willing to accept just about anything to get out of his position. Alas, Berze had too good a heart to properly take advantage of the moment - that, and he was fully aware that getting on a demon's bad side was a terrible idea.

"Please, for the love of god, make Palyn more intelligent." Berze suppressed a shudder. "Seriously, this is ridiculous."

"What wickedness is it that you two are plotting behind closed doors?!" Palyn shouted. Gargoyle and wizard both turned to stare at the knight, then at the empty space between them. R'leth opened his mouth, then shut it again.

"You know what? Normally I'd add on a clause for that sort of thing, but deal. Just... deal." The demon shook his head, then snapped his fingers.

All at once, there was a spark of magic that flared into an inferno.

Palyn, rather predictably, yelled and tried to swipe at the magical fire with his sword - something that did absolutely nothing except make the two others in the room twitch uncontrollably. Just a few more minutes until the magic reached completion...

It was a very specific deal that R'leth and Berze had managed to reach. The wizard had wanted knowledge, and the gargoyle needed more minions to serve him in hell - if only to deal with the absurd amount of paperwork that the other demons tended to give him. He'd get the knowledge he wanted, and at the end of his life, his soul would belong to R'leth.

Now that the soul part of the contract was gone, all R'leth could do was corrupt the two mortals with his own physical form, and hope that would be enough to gain him some status in Hell.

First things first, though - Palyn needed to stop waving that sword around before he injured himself, and R'leth wasn't particularly concerned about the wizard. There was very little that Berze could do at the moment, but both of them would feel much better once the knight's transformation was complete.

The torrent of magic that tore around the room stopped for a moment, halting in the air as R'leth concentrated - then with a burst of sudden speed, they charged at the knight. Palyn held his sword up to defend himself, but it was a useless endeavour; there was nothing his blade could do against such power. The corrupting influences tore into his body,

Palyn cried out, his back arching as though in pain as magical fire tore out of his eyes and mouth. R'leth rolled his eyes, turning to Berze. "It's not actually painful."

"No?" Berze rose a brow, staring at the knight. "Seems like it."

"I think we've established at this point that Palyn is a complete idiot," R'leth replied drily. "You'll see. Three... two... one..."

The screaming stopped just as soon as it started, leaving the knight panting desperately on the ground. Sweat dripped from his pores, his muscles bulging and shifting strangely beneath his armor. The sight should have been horrifying, but there was something about it that was almost... exciting.

It was the way the Palyn's breathing changed, perhaps, his gasps for breaths becoming strangely more carnal. He clawed at the ground with his armor, a groan slipping from his lips. Berze might have still been fooled into thinking the process was painful if not for the little moan that the knight let out, the confused fumbling on the ground. "Demon... what... are you..."

"Improving you," R'leth replied shortly, arms folding across his chest. The stone flexed strangely as he did so, surprisingly malleable - part of the nature of a gargoyle, Berze supposed.

"I do not... need..." Palyn cut himself off with a moan, a keen of pleasure that dragged itself out from between his lips. The sensation of his body changing was incredible, indescribable; even a man as foolish as he could appreciate the sensation of a dozen skilled fingers working their way across his muscles, slowly reshaping his skin into a more chiseled, refined look. A faint gray started to fading into his skin as it hardened, even cracking in some places near his joints - but he felt no pain from the process.

Instead, there was a strange sort of delight - a part of him that reveled at this change, wondered at it. It was new, he thought; he'd never put much thought into the things that happened around him before, but this new part of him seemed curious, somehow, eager to learn.

And it was eager in more ways than one.

That part of him coaxed him into removing his armor, fumbling fingers messing with the latches on his gear before it fell from his body; as his muscles bulged and slowly grew, and lumps appeared on his back, the clothing he wore beneath his armor began to rip and tear.

"Feels good, doesn't it?" R'leth smirked, letting a little of that demonic persuasion slip back into his voice. It was difficult to maintain it around Palyn, or at least it had been; many of the knight's actions dumbfounded him and made it difficult for him to act as he normally would - but as Palyn began to give in to the pleasure of his transformation, the demon slipped back into his element.

"Think about it - think how much _better_you'll be this way. No need to worry about hunger or food... Just show off your newfound strength, hm? Revel in the pleasure of your form?"

"Ngh... I will not... listen to your falsehoods, demon..." Palyn growled out - but his words were at odds with his body. A heat had begun rising inside of him at the demon's words, a heat that combined with the pleasure he felt and swirled into a crescendo of lust and desire that he had never felt before.

"Ah, but are they falsehoods?" R'leth chuckled, almost slinking over to the knight. It was odd how he moved - he didn't step forward so much as slip through space so that he was suddenly next to the knight, corrupted breath whispering past Palyn's ear. "You know they are true, knight... Do you not feel the changes? Are you not better already?"

And he was, Palyn had to admit. He could feel the strength in his body building, a new energy that he'd never felt before. He felt invigorated, stronger than he'd ever been. More than that, his mind felt clear; he no longer ignored most of the things he saw, but drew in and observed the details, made conclusions from them.

It also, however, seemed to make him incredibly horny. Some aspect of demonhood, perhaps. The knight bit his lip as a hand trailed down to his cock, hardening in more ways than one; he was aroused, yes, but the stone was spreading up his shaft as well. It felt heavier, all at once, his balls swelling slightly as they turned into organic stone.

Strangely enough, he didn't lose any sensation. If anything, he could feel all the more; every time he moved, little cracks formed and healed in his skin as a pleasurable tingle. It made it hard to think clearly, even with his newfound clarity.

"Maybe... I am..." Palyn shook his head, trying to clear the pleasure from his mind - but there was only one proper way to do that, wasn't there? If he was horny, then he needed to get off, to release the pressure. With a grunt, his fingers found his stone-hard cock, slowly massaging it.

Precum leaked out onto his fingers. Rather than staining them with the liquid, the strangely dark fluid somehow bonded with his fingers, building up on them instead. They changed into the familiar dark grey of stone, slowly extending his fingers into claws, and he grunted as the strength in his hands increased. He gave his cock an experimental squeeze -

Gods but it felt good. It was a new sensation, the creaking of stone beneath his fingers, and the animated stone of his skin somehow rolled across his shaft as he stroked. He let out a moan, his voice deeper and more gravelly. R'leth smirked.

"Maybe?" He traced a finger along the forming gargoyle's jaw, smiling as the wings began to burst out of the knight's back. His face began to warp - not in any great fashion, simply taking on more chiseled features. The largest change was simply his ears extending into points as the demon pulled and tugged at them, and the knight trembled at the sensation, his cock aching. "You are better now, knight. Improved. Do you not agree?"

"I..." Palyn shuddered, his hand stroking a little faster along his cock as the change spread further down his body - to his legs and feet as they began to extend into claws, new joins forming in his toes, the bones realigning painlessly. "Y... yes. I am.. . improved." Palyn gave his cock an experimental jerk, shuddered at the sensation. "Mm..."

"You will be aroused for a while, I'm afraid," R'leth chuckled, "Cum as many times as you want - you'll only get a temporary satisfaction. Don't worry, it won't last that long,,, Maybe a day or two at most." He smirked.

He was a demon, after all.

Palyn nodded mindlessly to the demon's words, processing them but not really caring. Mindless pleasure for a day or two, in return for increased intelligence and a newly powerful body... there were worse deals to be had. He moaned softly as he stroked one more time along his cock, and streaks of dark cum spurted out of it. It stained the ritual circle drawn onto the floor, and Palyn didn't care; he kept stroking long past his orgasm, moaned as he approached near-sexual exhaustion only for the magic to revitalise him.

He could stop, he knew, let himself charge up fully for another mind-blowing release... but he felt better doing it this way, keeping himself right on the point of orgasm. Any seed he had would spurt out almost immediately. It was almost painful, but it was so good...

R'leth turned over to Berze, who had been watching the whole process with a slightly open mouth and a tent in his robes. The demon folded his arms, giving the wizard a full, proper view of his rising cock.

"Ready for your turn, wizard?" R'leth's smile was devious, almost playful. "I promise your transformation will be much more... involved."