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Forewarning: The story you are about to read has been made for the purpose of entertainment. As such, please take this work of fiction lightly! Your interpretation of the words I've written are likely very different from my own. If you're not enjoying what you're reading, then I suggest you go find something else to entertain you.

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Farmlands of Illithstead

The Second of Fallcrest. First tithing. Eighth night.

The villager had once lived a normal life. Augustine could still remember the farmlands he once maintained. Back then, the only worries on his mind were that of seasons and courtship. The threat of demons and corruption were but simple stories to farmer’s like himself. The local tavern was home to most of the rumors, with passing travelers weaving tales of both demon and paladin alike. Augustine had always laughed at such stories.

“A dragon?” He’d scoffed one night, tucked away on the far side of his favorite inn. “King of Corruption? It’s all rather silly, isn’t it?”

The haggard-looking merchant paused in his story to turn towards the half-drunk farmer, his brow furrowed with disappointment. Augustine had thought the peddler to be a fool as he idly nursed his beer. No doubt he was just trying to enamor the young woman in front of him. Chasing after their attention and nervous giggling had never been a pastime Augustine found much pleasure in. He left that business up to those with more courage than he.

“You’d be wise to believe me.” The merchant warned. “They say the Institution is losing faith in holding back the plague. ‘The dragon is on a warpath’, I heard. Some even say his demons are marching now... to steal the land out from beneath our very feet!”

The woman gasped audibly as the merchant quickly pulled the spotlight back on himself, gripping at the arm of the young lass next to him in an effort to accentuate his point. The maiden closest gasped, her shock quickly turning into delighted giggling as she wormed herself away from the peddler's grip. Augustine didn’t like to see such grabby fingers, nor did he believe the woman next to him had any desire to bed such a peddler. The farmer liked to think he knew a thing or two about tact, and this merchant seemed to carry very little.

“Ravings of fear-driven idiots.” Augustine muttered into his drink, tipping it back in an effort to swallow the foul language leaking from his mouth. The farmer could feel himself growing bored with the drunken giggling and storytelling to his side. He thought himself far too wise to believe such tall tales. Magic? Demons? Paladins of just cause, thwarting the corruptions of some beast of legend?

Impossible.

Augustine treated each traveller with the same disdain, quickly finding reason to dismiss their words as nothing more than endless prattle and baseless mongering. The simple man didn’t make his trip down to the tavern to listen to tales of doom and gloom. He simply wanted to relax, sit back, and enjoy his ale in peace.

Truly, that was all Augustine had ever wanted. And for almost an entire year of working his own fields, that was what he was given. The crops were producing wonderfully, and the weather had never been more beautiful. Sure, he had no one else to help him with the demanding labor, but there was always time to consider courtship after he’d established a bit of coin. There were barely any travellers through the heart of farmlands like these, which Augustine greatly appreciated. The farmer wished for simple days; boring and uneventful cycles that might carry him on to the next. It was nice to simply exist, for Augustine. Though passing bards and storytellers alike seemed to pop their head in now and again to spout the opposite. Ballads of good and evil often popped up within his tavern, stories of adventures and heroic sacrifices invading his peaceful residence. The ones about farmboys running off to become paladins were his least favorite, mostly because the farmlands these heroes grew up on were often ruined in the process. Be it war, raiders, a stray fire, or corruption, the hero never seemed to choose to set foot off their land without it being destroyed. It left a sour taste in Augustine’s mouth, one that only worked to ruin his well-earned ale. The songs though, they were much better. At least then he could tune out the words and focus on the music. The jovial songs were his favorite, and seemed to warm his heart better than any ale ever could.

Augustine would come to be embarrassed of the farmboy he once was. His ignorance of the world beyond his farmland would put a grimace on his face. To think that he once thought he could drown such worries in ale. No, he would one day realize just how wrong he had been.

It was rare for a human to deny the existence of demon-kind. The farmer’s special breed of stubbornness was hard to come by in Illithstead, a town which stood so close to the kingdom’s barrier. Augustine was content to spend his days alone on his farmland, only bothering to return to the village for a pint of ale and some good music.

All of that changed on a day that the farmer would have been likely to forget. He was tilling the land for the next year of Springtide. The sweat that dripped down his brow acted as a reminder of just how hard he’d been working. Augustine almost didn’t see the great dragon in the distance, his eyes trained on the soil beneath him. Only when he paused to wipe his brow did he notice the beast of legend soaring over his farmland. The monstrous demon’s eyes were trained on the horizon, a look of purpose in its hungry gaze.

Augustine’s shovel clattered to the ground as he gawked, his mouth hanging open in shock. In the span of just a few seconds, his entire reality had just been gutted. The black dragon, ingrained in his head for the rest of his life.

To this day Augustine wondered why the King of Corruption had left his domain. Had the farmer’s unlucky fate simply been some sort of accident? Was there a reason he had been resigned to this life? Where had the great-horned beast flown to?

The farmer didn’t have answers. Not then. And not now.

Hellfire. Augustine had heard the word a few times before, but the man had never truly understood the power behind the phrase. In truth, Hellfire was corruption itself. The twisted magic the very same that turned man to demon. Their fuel. Their fire. Hellfire seeped out and clung to its surroundings, clinging to your insides, and malforming whatever it grasped into a form befitting of its power. No one truly knew how it began to spread over the land. Both demons and humans alike claimed that the King of Corruption had first maligned the magic, taking the paladin’s holy light and twisting it into something vicious and evil. The first to discover it, and the first to be warped by it. Not much of the beast was known to humans, yet all seemed to fear the tremendous demon. The whispers traded in taverns made the dragon out to be an unstoppable force of pure corruption, and at this moment, Augustine finally believed.

The great dragon opened its maw and let out a roar of anger above, letting out an anguished cry for all to hear. Augustine recoiled in terror as he felt the beast’s Hellfire. There was anger in its voice. Hatred, trembling with unbridled strength, the ground shook as it roared. In moments, a plume of flames spilled out over the farmer’s land, leaving the land blackened. The dragon’s roar striking hellfire across the soil, dirt hardening into black rock in its wake. Like a scar across the the land, the dragon’s breath had forever scarred Illithstead.

Augustine’s farmland had sat in the midst of this scar. The farmer, still stood atop the blackened earth, had yet to even process the changes. One second, he had been consumed by an unholy fire. And the next?

The farmer’s bare chest slammed against hardened stone as his body toppled over onto itself. The fire that touched him hadn’t hurt, nor did the corruption that seeped through the ground below him fill the farmer with unholy desires. Still in shock, Augustine hadn’t processed much of anything at all. He’d yet to notice that his clothing had ripped from his body, nor would he come to understand that his now-taloned hand had grown twice its size. Not until he’d reached out to grasp at his now-puny shovel, did he notice these changes. The heat that clung to his groin would’ve almost felt natural if it weren’t for the sensation of the heavy girth itself. Augustine, the freshly turned demon, gently rolled himself over onto his back as he stared at his now-aviand shaft, feathers bristling in surprise at this startling revelation.

There was no moan of pleasure. No cry of joy at his release. No, the first thing Augustine let slip past his newly formed beak was a cry of dismay.

In time, Augustine would learn that the corruption changed as quickly as the hellfire entered. To those that had a greater capacity for magic, it would take quite a bit more hellfire to fully corrupt the individual. But the farmer? He had very little capacity. And the dragon? Well…

There were none mightier.

As such, the change had taken Augustine no less than a blink of the eye to actually malform and twist. The sick snapping and cracking of the fast shift had been lost beneath the dragon’s roar, leaving the farmer no time at all to begin the process of understanding what had happened to him. The farmer simply ran his demonic and blackened hands through the plume of feathers that now sprouted up from his chest, mind still reeling as it tried to process what it was seeing. His new feathers were as black as the corruption beneath him, the rock gently pulsing hellfire out of it. He could feel the power wafting out and mingling with his own hellfire, the sensation eliciting a unique tingling across his entire body.

Wings. They fumbled about in his peripherals for a moment, before he slowly turned his gaze towards them. Augustine examined his new wingspan in shock, the two appendages willing and able to stretch great distances. They twitched about on their own accord, yet Augustine was surprised to find he could move them as soon as he willed them to. A light breeze gushed against him, his eyes honing in on the way each feather ruffled along his newly-found wings. The man’s body had been twisted into some sort of bird of prey; still humanoid enough to stand on his own two feet, yet not human enough to fit into society.

...Or go to his favorite tavern.

A strange sense of homesickness washed over him. There was a gentle tugging in his chest; hellfire still coursing through his veins. He spent the majority of the following two days cradled inside his home, wings tucked around his form in an effort to shelter him the cold reality. The time he didn’t spend curled up into a shaking ball of feathers would instead be spent slinking back towards that scarred land. His body seemed to tug him back towards the scar, and Augustine’s shock had left little room for thought as to why.

If he spent less than a quarter of a day without returning to that corrupted rock, he’d begin to feel empty. His body would become sluggish and unresponsive, as if he had deprived himself of sleep for far too long. Shuddering and ashamed, he’d drag himself back to the corruption and lay atop it. The hellfire that licked and caressed out from the smooth stone made his body feel good. Too good. The bird of prey would roll his claws along the ground as a far more powerful desire coursed through him. Thoughts of a certain bartender at the tavern would begin to roll through his head. Handsome. Cute, bright eyes. Always listened to him when he needed it.

The eagle would never slink away from the corrupted ground without painting it white first. It wouldn’t take long to coax himself to orgasm, the demon cawing gently as he ground against the stone. Augustine had begun to notice that the black rock was spreading after his first few ‘revelries’, more and more of the scar seeping out over his farmland. A few thin tendrils in particular had begun to slowly ‘crawl’ their way out from his usual grinding spot. The bird of prey shuddered at the malicious sight, knowing all-too-well that what he was doing would help spread the corrupted farther. Faster. What had taken him a few days to add, the dragon had done so in seconds. If these tendrils really were Augustine’s doing, then he truly was a pathetic demon by comparison.

As such, there were no daydreams of vengeance. No desire to get up and start his adventure, to slay the great beast and make him rue the day he messed with Augustine. No. The farmer was not a fool. Or at least, now he was less of a fool. A demon. A hellbeast. The bird of prey knew his current lifestyle wasn’t sustainable. One day someone might stumble upon him and see him in his corrupted state. The scar alone would eventually draw in one of these fabled paladins. And then what? What would he do? Tell them to stay away? Show them how good he felt?

Thoughts like those, depraved as they were, made him slink back towards the scarred farmland. Augustine hated how right it felt to let himself press up against the warm stone, to let out a caw as he marked the land with his own corruption. On his second day, after a few hours of tossing and turning in his bed, the farmer gave up completely. The demon pulled himself from the house, his heavy taloned feet scraping against the floorboards of his home, as he trudged towards the scarred land. Eventually he found sleep, nestled atop the scar itself. His dreams were filled with thoughts of that bartender once more, Augustine’s body shuddering and convulsing in his sleep as the corruption seeped out of his body.

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Farmlands of Illithstead

The Second of Fallcrest. First tithing. Eleventh night.

It was on the third day of the demon’s new life that he first met Darys.

The farmer had never met a paladin before, but introductions were hardly necessary. When Augustine opened his eyes that morning, he found the point of Darys’ sword grazing against the feathers on his neck.

In his head, Augustine had always pictured these fictional Knights of Good as angels; wings and all. However, the only thing that crested the paladin’s curly black hair was the rising sun behind him. Darys waited patiently for the demon to act, brown eyes trained on the aquiline beast below him.

The once-farmer dared not move. The bird of prey blinked slowly, his body twitching and jerking ever so slightly in discomfort. A paladin was standing over him, ready to strike him down at the soonest sign of offense. The demon wondered what the best course of action was, panic suddenly overwhelming him.

“Help me.” Augustine blurted out, eyes widening with realization. The Institution was created to… To save humans from corruption, yes? A glimmer of hope welled up within his chest as his muscles spasmed. Darys took a hesitant step back as the bird slowly shuffled upright. “Y-You can help me, right?!”

“M-My name is Augustine. I w-worked the land here my entire l-life and t-then suddenly I…” Augustine’s beak opened in shock as he stood. He’d almost forgotten that he now towered above normal humans. The farmer looked down at his clawed hands, his breathing intensifying. “P-Please. Turn me back. I-I’m so afraid.”

Darys refused to speak, his sword still drawn towards the now-standing hellbeast. The reserved knight tilted his head; eyes narrowing as he tried to connect the pieces. The large eagle was barely radiating any Hellfire at all. He was weak. Freshly twisted.

“Augustine.” Darys spoke suddenly. His voice was low, pauldrons drooping slightly as he relaxed his guard. Augustine quickly stopped talking, the bird shying away at the sound of his commanding tone. “Allow me to introduce myself. I am Paladin Darys. I have sworn myself to the banishment of demons. You, Augustine, are no longer human.”

“But I am!” The farmer professed, placing a hand to his own burly chest. “O-Or I was. Surely, you could do something for me! T-There’s a way to reverse this, yes?!”

“Yes. But it isn’t that simple.” Darys stated coldly. There was a flash of annoyance on his face. An anger even Augustine could tell wasn’t directed at him. “Our Institution isn’t willing to spend the resources or manpower to save those such as yourself. It would take months, and each day we lose men like you by the dozens.”

Augustine froze. Darys stated the words with such coldness, it almost felt as if-

“I do care.” Darys stated sharply. The paladin slowly sheathed his blade, a look of resentment in his eyes. “But I can only do so much. My job is to protect the land of humans from Hellfire. That means removing those such as yourself from our land.”

The paladin stepped back to glance at the scarred soil the two stood on. Darys raised his arms out, as if to illustrate his point to the eagle. “I banish this, Augustine. So that it may not spread to the towns nearby.”

“So then…” Augustine croaked, his voice catching in his throat. “Y-You’re going to kill me.”

“Not yet.” Darys shook his head as he spoke. “First I’d like to know what happened here, and how a puny hellbeast like yourself has corrupted this much ground.”

The word ‘puny’ made the farmer flinch; a pride he never knew he had, wounded for the very first time. The eagle recalled the fire that scorched his farmland. He pressed his thighs together in an attempt to stifle the heat that slowly built from the recollection. As much as Augustine hadn’t wanted to admit it, he’d slowly begun fantasizing about the dragon he’d only caught a glimpse of.

“King of...” Augustine whispered. The eagle shook his head and cleared his throat, the eagle’s attention returning to the paladin in front of him. “A dragon. Big. Black. It… Breathed flames all over my land. Over me.”

“The King? He flew into our territory?” Darys’ eyes narrowed in suspicion, but as he searched the innocent farmer’s eyes his skepticism was replaced by fear. “You’re sure of this?”

“Y-Yes? Why?” Augustine asked, suddenly questioning the consequences of his admittance. “What will happen? Where is it going?”

Darys wasn’t listening to the eagle. His gauntlet moved to grip the amulet around his neck, eyes closing as he began to mutter under his breath. A shower of bright light erupted from the man’s form, causing Augustine to caw in fear. For a moment, the demon was blinded. The bird stumbled on taloned feet as he fell backwards, wings reflexively moving out behind him to soften his fall. For a moment, the corrupted soil stopped emitting Hellfire, a similar hollowness seeping into the bird’s bones.

Magic.

This had been Augustine’s first experience seeing a paladin’s Light up close. The bird strained to see the silhouette of the knight through the radiance, his curiosity getting the better of him. He was too tired to pull himself up from off the ground, eyes burning as he tried to shield himself with his wings. He could feel the hellfire draining out of his system, his reserves quickly being replaced with a starved sensation.

Both Darys’ hands and lips moved with purpose. From the tip of the male’s fingers, golden light was traced into the air. The scrawled magic hung like scrawled text.

A message.

As quickly as Augustine realized what he was looking at, Darys’ voice boomed louder. He shouted a single word, the command echoing with power. The Light surrounding him shot forth into the air. The eagle’s head followed the pyrotechnics into the air, his eyes widening as he watched it split into five separate traces of light, each heading in a different direction.

Both Darys and Augustine were out of breath. The spell was quite powerful, and had knocked the wind out of Darys. From the haggard look on the eagle’s face, the radiance of the spell had taken quite a bit out of him as well. The demon was no doubt weak; not just in stature, but in potential. Darys felt sorry for the pitiful beast as he moved to wipe sweat from his own brow, something he only permitted amongst demons he couldn’t conisder a threat. The paladin watched as Augustine tried to pick himself. Once. Twice. Only to stumble back down onto the corrupted stone.

“You need Hellfire to survive.” Darys huffed. “Light and Hellfire. They don’t mix.”

“But…” Augustine looked up at the paladin standing amidst the corrupted terrain and let his brow furrow in confusion. “You look fine?”

“That’s because I am strong. A small dosage of Hellfire cannot tempt me. But you?” Darys gestured, his face growing grim as he looked down upon the bird down. “You’d be best cling to Hellfire. If a being runs out of magic, they’ll turn to stone. You don’t have much in terms of reserves.”

He was weak, there was no denial in that. The wings on Augustine’s back ruffled as he looked down at the scorched stone beneath him. Tentatively, he reached out and ran his hand along the ground. It felt nice. Reassuring. Slowly, the intense homesickness that had been building within him didn’t feel as bad, a bit of strength returning to Augustine’s muscles. The small smile on the eagle’s beak quickly turned to one of worry as another sensation came rolling through his body.

A stray thought invaded his head as he lovingly stroked the corrupted ground beneath him, . How long had it been since he’d painted this land white? Even a bird as weak as he could do something to help spread this scar. As much as Augustine wanted to deny the thoughts, the corruption that seeped through his palms made the temptations almost impossible to ignore.

Just a bit of touching, right? The paladin would never notice.

“I think it’s your lucky day, Augustine.” Darys muttered, his body half turned away from the eagle as he followed the trajectory of the scorched earth. “I’ve sent a message to my colleagues about the sighting of your King. They shall prepare at once, leaving me with a very important task.”

“Oh?” Augustine gasped. His thighs clenched together as he tried to hold back the arousal that was beginning to bud within him. He watched as his slick, pink member slowly pushed out into the air in front of him. The farmer lacked resistance, his eyes glancing between the paladin and his own turgid shaft. Warm claws gently wrapped around his slippery girth, eliciting an ruffle from his feathers as he slowly began to stroke. He couldn’t help but let out a small gasp of excitement.

Even as Darys turned to face the pleasuring hellbeast, the paladin didn’t falter. He continued to mutter to himself as he walked past Augustine, almost completely ignoring the animal.

“Continue what you’re doing, hellbeast. I know that your process of refueling and corrupting are one in the same. This is your farm after all, you may soil it for a few more moments.” Darys stretched, letting his arms raise above his head as he peered out at the farm’s perimeter. The bird raised his wings behind Darys, flapping lazily as he slowly fell into a faster rhythm of groping. “I’m going to need to cast a barrier over this place. A little more of your corruption won’t change this.”

Augustine squawked as his hips thrust into the air. Darys hadn’t even looked at him pleasuring himself, his lower half shuddering and curling up as he humped into his hand. Did paladins have to deal with demons like him all the time? Such resistance. The farmer held back another moan as he imagined what it must be like to see a paladin tempted, the strange thought turning into sick fantasy as he turned away from Darys. The demon swallowed tightly as he pushed the thought away, focusing on the sensation of his shaft as he tugged and squeezed.

“W-What’re you going to…” Augustine paused to let out a stifled moan, his other hand reaching out to grip at his member. “D-Do with me?!”

“Well, first you’re going to fill yourself up with that infernal magic of yours. Then I’m going to put up this barrier...” Darys twisted his head as he peered at the other end of the farm. “And then we’re going to go find that barrier your dragon smashed through. No doubt the front line has been damaged, meaning that there’s a perfect opening for your kind to crawl through.”

“I-I’m not one of them.” The farmer hissed. His thighs squeezed tightly together as his pleasure mounted. The eagle cawed quietly as his wings flapped; hips thrusting repeatedly into his hands. His cum arched through the air and splattered down onto the blackened terrain, an immense sense of gratification washing through the eagle. Augustine breathed deeply as he stared down at his sticky hands, another shudder running up his spine.

The paladin didn’t bother arguing that one. All the evidence Augustine needed was already in front of him.

“You’d best remove yourself from this farmstead within the hour,” Darys finally said. The paladin rolled his shoulder as he steeled his concentration on the farm around him. Barriers would take quite a bit of time to cast. “You’ll wait for me in the clearing ahead. When I’m done, we set out.”

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The Crested Hillsides outside Mathase

The Second of Fallcrest. First tithing. Twelfth night.

They’d spent almost an entire day without stopping before the paladin had finally requested a break. The countryside they’d been travelling through was quite open, its rolling fields of grass expanding for miles. The tops of mountains were sparsely covered in thin trees, which rocked and swayed in the breeze that pushed against their sides.

How far had they traveled? Augustine couldn’t be sure.

The farmer was surprised, to say the least. He hadn’t expected such an arduous journey to be so… Well, easy. The man’s new form didn’t feel the least bit sore by the trip. But being away from his ‘scar’ for so long? That was beginning to take its toll. His hands felt a bit numb, and if the bird let his mind wander for too long he’d find himself slowly toying with his groin.

The paladin seemed to be able to sense whenever Augustine was ‘losing his composure’. He’d always speak up, often times moving a hand to his sword to drive his conviction home.

“There’s no place for corruption, here.” He’d state, his voice a low and begrudging growl. “Pull your hands from your sheathe and I will follow suit, hellbeast.”

It was the only time Darys would speak to the farmer. Any question the newly-shifted demon had were deflected by the paladin’s silent composure. The hills and valleys they trudged through were muted in tone, the sky blotted by heavy clouds. The risk of rain hung over the traveller’s heads, a fear that made Darys move all-the-quicker.

The paladin’s walking speed was that of a lesser-man’s brisk jog. Augustine could only assume that the knight’s incredible stamina was augmented by his magic. Upon asking Darys if his assumption was correct, the demon was met with a short reply.

“Yes. But even those such as us need breaks. We rest here for a few hours.” He said, stopping in his tracks. “There’s no place for corruption here, Augustine. Keep your hands away from your-”

“I know, I know.” The demon cawed, his feathers ruffling as he moved towards a rather large rock. The gusty breeze picked up once more, sending the green hillside rippling in its wake. “I wasn’t going to.”

“It’s not that simple, bird.” Darys sighed, his weight dropping unceremoniously to the ground. “Your kind cannot help themselves, especially with your reserves draining as quickly as they are.”

As much as the farmer wanted to think that Darys was worried for his sake, something told him that wasn’t entirely the case. Even Augustine knew that he’d try and stave off his own petrification, if it came to that. The hellbeast almost flinched when he realized his arousal was jutting into the air in front of him.

“What?!” He hissed at himself, willing his claws away from his groin. “S-Since when did..?”

The eagle froze as he stared at the back of the paladin’s head. The man was turned slightly away from him, his eyes trained on the expansive fields ahead of them. The paladin’s gauntlet had been taken off, revealing a rather nasty scar atop his hand.

Darys sighed as he let his palm run up the base of his neck, pushing his hair up slightly to allow for the cool breeze to lap at his sweat-laden skin.

Augustine’s arousal shuddered as he stared at the naked skin… And the love marks that adorned it. The man had four red blotches, each almost too perfectly spaced from the other. The eagle recognized them almost instantly, as he’d seen his fair share of ‘morning-after’ couples in the tavern.

As Darys ran his palm over the skin, he smiled. Augustine could see it in his eyes, the paladin no doubt replaying the scene in his head once more. The eagle shuddered as he felt something waft towards him.

Arousal.

The scent was intoxicating. Augustine’s eyes fluttered open and closed as his hands slowly moved to his groin. He needed to touch himself. Augustine tried to rationalize his choice as he slowly gripped his cock, the bird’s beak opening slightly as he tried to keep quiet.

The paladin before him was still lost in thought; a handsome grin still glued to his face. He had such a pretty smile. Augustine wished the paladin would show it more often.

The avian dug his clawed feet into the ground as he flapped his wings lazily. He could feel the soft soil harden around his talons, no doubt turning to blackened stone. A rush of fresh hellfire coursed through Augustine’s veins as he allowed himself to corrupt, his chest puffing with pride.

Still, he kept his eyes trained on Darys. The sturdy male looked so cramped in that armor… Hot… A-And sweaty, too. If only Augustine would help him out of all that metal.

The bird knew he could take care of that. The arousal blooming off Darys… H-He could help with that, too.

Augustine cawed as a heavy shudder rolled through him, his hips bucking into his palm once more as a surge of fluids rolled over the corrupted ground. The demon quickly tried to kick at the dirt to cover his ‘effort’, his body twitching with urgency as he moved his gaze between the ground beneath him and Darys.

The anxious bird tried his best to stand up, his wings spreading wide as a breeze caught at his side once more. Augustine gasped as a shudder rolled through his body. The eagle was caught off guard by the sudden desire to fly, his claws flexing and kneading against the whipping wind.

The bird crouched, his wings raising high above him. The paladin would notice his mess. There was no way Darys wouldn’t notice. He’d no doubt cast some type of barrier over him in an effort to keep the demon there until he rotted away completely. No, escape was the best option here. It was his only choice. He had to-

“Augustine?” Darys stood, his voice sounding surprised to see the bird taking such a stance. “Where do you think you’re going?”

Fly. Now. Run away. FLEE.

Augustine remained unmoving, frozen with fear. His muscles tightened repeatedly as he began to breath fast. His raspy gasps filled the air as he turned to look back at Darys. “I-I’m sorry.” The bird began, stepping away from the corrupted ground he stood on. “I-I’m so so so sorry. I couldn’t control myself and-”

Darys raised his hand high into the air as a brilliant light shot forth from his palm. The golden silhouette took shape into a long and narrow pole, which he now gripped in his hand.

“Stand back, hellbeast.” Darys commanded, suddenly chucking the javelin towards Augustine.

The bird yelped as he let his powerful wings flap. He launched off of the ground with a surprising amount of force; the bird almost forgetting to catch himself as the javelin pierced the corrupted earth he had just been standing on.

The two watched as the light dispersed, the blackened rock slowly draining in color before crumbling into what looked to be a chalk-like substance.

Darys glared at the bird as he moved to wipe sweat from his brow. Augustine swallowed nervously; the intent of Darys’ animosity still unclear.

“What’re you going to do to me?” Augustine asked, his feathers ruffling on their own. The black eagle stared Darys down, hoping to see some glint of empathy in the paladin’s eyes. “K-Kill me?!”

“No, you idiot bird. It’s never that simple.” Darys sighed as he rolled the shoulder of his throwing arm. “Now stop suggesting that. I’m taking you over the border.”

“So…” Augustine swallowed tightly, his eyes wide. The bird’s wings twitched as he watched Darys slowly reattach his gauntlet. “You’re taking me to…”

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The Fallen City of Mathase, Barricaded Outskirts

The Second of Fallcrest. First tithing. Thirteenth night.

“The land of demons lies past this barrier.” Darys nodded, gesturing to the large city at the base of the valley. The scarred terrain of his farmland was nothing in comparison to the sight laid out before the eagle.

The city had turned to stone, its buildings blackened and twisted into almost natural-looking formations. There were lights inside… No doubt home to hundreds of demons all living within such close quarters to one another. Augustine had never imagined there to be a form of civility to the lives of demons. The thought sent the eagle reeling, his mind trying to wrap around some subjective truth. Eventually, the farmer came to a single conclusion…

He had hope for a life beyond the barrier.

Their journey had taken them almost two days of continuous travel to reach this peak. In that time, Augustine had only ‘slipped up’ once more. After his revelry, the eagle slunk over to Darys and asked for his help upon removing the corruption. It took the tired paladin more than half an hour to recover from the subsequent spell. Their shared rations were light, and they drank water where they could find it. Darys made sure to always bring water for Augustine. The paladin made it very clear that the demon should stay away from sources of rivers and lakes, lest he ‘poison the well’. Apparently, both demon and paladin alike didn’t need much in terms of sustenance.

Darys was much more open on the second day. His gait was slower, his head often turning to look at the avian next to him. He explained some of the more intricate natures of their two magics; how they intertwined and fought against the other. In truth, both demon and human were vessels of opposition.

“And the dragon came through here?” Augustine asked, staring at the blackened horizon stretching out into the distance.

“Squint, August.” Darys said, pointing along the edge of the invading corruption. “Do you see something? A glimmer, perhaps?”

The eagle did as instructed, his eyes narrowing as he scanned the jagged black stone for the sign of any-

A bright light, much like that which Darys had directed from his body, glinted in the distance. The birds eyes widened as he turned to look back at the paladin.

“There's a barrier? Along this entire perimeter?” Augustine asked, suddenly very impressed. Darys had looked so exhausted after he had erected that bubble around his farm. How many months must it have taken the paladins to erect something like this?

“There used to be two barriers running along this border.” Darys said with a sigh. “Until your King decided he wanted to seize Mathase. Now, there’s only the latter.”

“The King did this?” Augustine shuddered, looking out at the sprawling black stone with a look of… Wonderment? Fear? Respect?

“Three of his Princes did.” Darys stated, shaking his head.

“There are more dragons?!” The farmer gawked.

“No. Only the one that we know of. It’s a title. To each Prince, their thralls.” Darys explained gruffly, sighing as he turned his attention away from Mathase. He scanned the distance, looking for any sign of a tear or rip in the barrier. “Much like a Paladin has his squires.”

Augustine simply stared at the huge city, eyes wide with wonderment. How many people must live there? Who were these warmongering Princes? A curiosity filled the farmer, an excitement he never knew he had.

“The dragon must’ve broken through somewhere…” Darys began moving down the hillside, heading towards the shimmering barrier. “Maybe it wasn’t directly from Mathase.”

The two pressed onward. Augustine continued to glance back at the city they were now leaving, his eyes wide with amazement. Almost two full days worth of running… And he was at the edge of this harrowed place. He’d never believed the stories of demons and paladins before; laughing in the faces of men he thought to be fools.

Now he was here. Blackened with feathers. Talons digging into the earth as he followed the most powerful man he’d ever met…

Searching for the sign of a dragon’s passing.

They found the broken-portion rather unceremoniously. It happened right after Augustine offered to fly and scout ahead, the two catching sight of the fractured barrier at the same time. The corruption had already begun to spill through, its tendrils of black stone crawling out into the plains beyond. It reeked of Hellfire here, as if this hole in the barrier was some festering wound.

“I must seal this immediately.” Darys stated, rolling his shoulders in an attempt to ready himself for the spellcasting to come.

“But… Darys. It’s huge.” Augustine whispered, looking up at the looming hole in the barrier. It stretched upwards, towering above the two of them.

“Then it’s a good thing I came.” Darys puffed his chest out proudly as he nodded towards the bird. “There’s only one paladin greater than I… And he is… Occupied.”

“Occupied? Is he injured?” The bird asked, following the paladin onto the corrupted ground in front of the barrier.

“No, eagle.” Darys chuckled to himself as he shook his head. “He’s spending this time with his son.”

Augustine shuddered as he felt something push out from Darys’ body. It was less any physical force… And more a… Feeling. Jealousy? Frustration?

Darys quickly blinked and glanced towards the confused bird. His face took a neutral tone as he nodded at Augustine. “Don’t just stand there, hellbeast. It’s time.”

“Time?” Augustine asked, the black eagle cocking his head in confusion. His mind was still busy toying at the cracks in Darys’ composure. Why would the man feel jealous of another paladin spending time with his kid? “Time for what?”

“Step onto the other side, August.” Darys repeated, gesturing towards the hole in the barrier. “It’s time we part ways.”

“But…” The bird felt something tight grip his stomach. He slowly stepped towards the hole before pausing, turning back towards Darys with a look of fear in his eyes. “Can’t I stay with you?!”

“No.” Darys growled. The question hardened the man’s face, making his grizzled features all the more stern. “Now step through the barrier.”

“But… I don’t corrupt that much! Y-You can fix it! Whatever I make you can just shatter it!” Augustine pleaded.

“No.” Darys repeated, his fists clenching tighter. “You’re a demon. Sooner or later, you’ll slip up, or start reveling in your own convulsions.”

“I wouldn’t! I promise!” The back-feathered eagle offered earnestly. He took a step towards the paladin, desperation seeping through his tone. “Why… Why won’t you let me? What did I do wrong?! I-Is it him? Your friend?!”

The cogs in Augustine’s head suddenly clicked in place.

The hickies. The jealousy of a man spending time with his kid.

“Is there a wife?” Augustine asked, the words leaving his lips before-

“ENOUGH!” Darys roared. A burst of bright light erupted outwards from Augustine. The light… It was different from the others before it. It grazed at him; licking at his body as if it was trying to push him. There was something else mixed in with the magic. The demon could taste the emotion once more.

Anger. Impatience. And most of all… Fear.

Augustine cried out in pain as he tried to jump backwards. The sensation of Hellfire being drained from him pulled all other questions out of his head. He leapt, wings flapping desperately to escape the spell. His feet were almost completely drenched in the light, his eyes wide with fear as he watched his taloned toes begin to curl…

And harden.

One of the eagle’s blackened feet turned grey before his very eyes. He tried to brace himself for impact but his heavy leg caused the man to twist awkwardly, collapsing over himself.

An even greater burst of light shone out from beyond the other side of the barrier. The weakened Augustine looked up in time to watch as the corners of the enclosure began to slowly seep back together. The myriad of lights and glimmering reflections made the pained eagle wince, his taloned hands moving to grip his petrified ankle.

“Why?!” Augustine shouted once more, his voice breaking into a fearsome cry.

Darys didn’t respond until after the bubble had been sealed. The tired human gasped as he stared at the dazed bird. Augustine still clutched at his petrified foot, a look of hate in his eyes.

“It’s…” Darys swallowed tightly. “It’s not that simple… B-Bird.”

The paladin slowly turned around and began to hobble away. Whatever the eagle shouted was lost to both ears, the two blinded by their own convictions.

Eventually Augustine slumped over. Defeated. He could limp his way towards Mathase, but the distance felt so far. The avian simply curled up around himself and let the Hellfire do it’s work. The magic seeped up from the ground around him and into his veins.

Eventually he would stand.

But for now? He’d wallow.

---

Augustine didn’t know how long he’d sat there. The bird was on his back now, tears still rolling down his cheeks as he stared up at the looming barrier above him. The heavy weight attached to his leg was a grim reminder of his reality.

Could he even fly with this thing?

Augustine let out a sigh of frustration, his wings splayed out beneath him. The avian’s claws slowly ran across the corrupted soil; mind drifting to simpler times.

The bird didn’t notice the figure walking towards him. The lithe silhouette had been marching for a while now, a great pillowy tail flicking behind as they neared. Even when the demon finally came to a stop next to Augustine, the farmer failed to notice.

The hellbeast was… Dubiously male. If it hadn’t been for the cream-white sheathe and heavy red balls that sat nestled between his legs, one might have assumed the long haired fox to be nothing more than a sleek woman. The man’s ‘clothing’ covered none of the essential areas, the light silken fabric draped over his body in a rather alluring display. The cloth was tied to his form by thin gold chains, which wrapped around the fox’s form like some sort of fragile bondage. His face was gentle as he scanned over Augustine’s body; black eyes taking note of the stone foot. The calm smile on the foreign demon’s face quickly crept into a large grin, his vulpine ear twitching with intrigue.

“Oh my… Now this is an interesting turn of events.” The fox spoke at large. His voice was surprisingly deep. As Augustine turned around to face the male, he was shocked to see it belonged to a demon no bigger than him.

“What have we here, hm?” The fox continued, walking around Augustine as he watched the avian slowly try and stand up. The demon’s tail twitched and grazed against the farmer’s body, his red fur surprisingly soft. More shocking was the surge of Hellfire that leapt from the fox’s tail, the sudden exposure making Augustine gasp. “A poor little bird…”

The demon frowned as he came to a stop in front of Augustine’s ‘foot’. The fox nudged it with a white-furred paw, as if testing it. “Who seems to have met fate with a paladin, yes?”

“W-Who are you?” Augustine finally choked out.

“You don’t know?” The fox chuckled, a glint of red light flashing within his pitch black eyes. The fox brought a clawed hand up to the top of his head and let it roll along the side of one of his horns, a genuine smirk on his face. “An outsider then? Fresh from the world beyond, hm?”

The fox moved quickly, suddenly dropping down to crouch in front of the eagle. His golden chains jingled as he moved, heavy balls swinging between his legs as he leaned over Augustine’s lower half.

“Tell me...” The powerful demon began, his head cocking to side as he spoke. “Did you lead that paladin all the way back here?”

“I…” Augustine swallowed as he stared at the fox. He could feel the amount of Hellfire rolling off of the demon. It practically licked at his legs, his eyes constantly glancing at the male’s groin.

“A shame.” The fox sighed, suddenly pulling away and sitting down in front of the avian. The red-furred male held up his arms and shook his head, his disappointment clearly visible. “Here I was… Coming all this way to see if our King truly had gone AWOL… Only to find no sign of the broken seal that had been reported.”

“King?” Augustine asked, his feathers ruffling as he looked at the demon. “You mean the dragon?”

“Yes, the dragon.” The fox nodded, smiling warmly back at the bird. “It’s my duty to protect him, what with my title and all.”

“So then… You’re…” The cogs in Augustine’s head slowly churned once more, his eyes widening with recollection. “A prince?!”

“Lattis. Prince of Clarity.” The fox bowed where he sat, his ears flicking as he lowered his head. “I watch over a small portion of this land, although I must admit that my domain is not as large as others.”

Before Augustine could respond, the vulpine had placed his blackened hands atop the avian’s stone foot. The fox smiled as he slowly stroked the smooth stone, nodding slightly as he came to a favorable conclusion.

“He sure did a number on you, didn’t he?” The prince said at last, his ears perking atop his head. The vulpine Prince stared at the bird intently, hands still caressing the solidified foot. “Paladins seem to have an issue when it comes to using their words. Vicious creatures, aren’t they?”

Augustine frowned at the use of the word ‘vicious’. In all of their travels, he had never once thought to describe Darys as such.

...Until the end, of course.

“It wasn’t that simple.” The bird replied, looking rather glum. He cast his gaze away from the curious vulpine, shame rolling through him. “I… Made him angry.”

“Oh? Angry?!” Lattis questioned, a hint of excitement in his voice. “You..? Made a paladin angry?”

The fox leaned in suddenly, gripping the eagle’s foot tightly. “Tell me… What emotions did you taste?”

Augustine hesitated to answer. His beak opened to respond, but his pause gave him time to think the decision through. If he told the fox about Darys, about the jealousy and the frustration, what would the fox do with that?

“Don’t tell me that you still have feelings for the paladin!? He left you here; Turned your foot to stone!” Lattis cooed, leaning in even more as his claws slowly slid past the petrified portion of Augustine’s leg. The bird shuddered as he felt that Hellfire trickle up his veins. “You owe nothing to the man, at least not after he did this to you.”

“...Still.” Augustine kept his gaze away from the vulpine. The eagle’s brow furrowed. It didn’t feel right, telling this Prince of Clarity something like that.

“Alright, I get it. You’re smarter than you look, bird. I bet you already can tell that I’m dying to hear your story. No doubt your reservation means it’s something… Extra delicious.” Lattis licked his lips as he paused, a gentle chuckle rolling through the air. “Tell you what. How about a deal? I could fix that little leg of yours… Find you a nice, comfortable place in this new world of ours. Yes? No?”

The fox leaned back, letting his hands return to the avian’s foot. Lattis was practically smirking as he rubbed at the stone, his confident demeanor never wavering. “All you have to do… Is tell me your story. And for that? I’ll fix you right up… Find you a life here. Stability… Doesn’t that sound nice?”

“M-Maybe…” Augustine blushed, his eyes quickly darting away from the fox’s groin as he realized just how plump the demon’s sheathe had gotten. The tip of the vulpine’s cock was just barely poking out from beyond his white fur. The eagle swallowed as he tried to make his ogling seem less obvious.

“Oh, come on eagle! Live a little!” The fox cooed, squeezing even tighter around the bird. “What do you say... Thrall? Are you ready for your new life?”

Augustine closed his eyes as he imagined Darys once more. The paladin had every right to kill him. He had met the knight beneath his blade… But…

The demon cringed as he remembered pulling away from the light that Darys casted towards him. He’d aimed to hurt. To wound. M-Maybe even…

“Okay.” Augustine sighed, pushing himself further upright. The eagle let his wings flex behind him as he stared at the now-grinning Prince.

“Good choice.” Lattis smiled as he spoke. “Now get ready, I’m about to pump this foot of yours full of Hellfire.”

“H-How’re you going to do that?” Augustine asked, watching as the fox slowly placed the foot in his lap. The numb limb sat nestled in front of the fox’s sheathe, those claws still tracing the sides of his petrified heel.

“You need magic. When a part of you is sucked dry, it turns to stone.” The Prince of Clarity explained, his eyes fixated on the foot resting in front of his groin. “Once stone, it takes quite a bit of Hellfire to revitalize even a single part of a demon.”

“I’ve seen the same process happen to paladins. Usually, one would only run out of Light when Hellfire replaced it, but there are… ways to starve paladins of all magic. So in other words… No magic? Poof. Stone. It’s easier to run out, but reversing the effect takes a considerable amount of energy.”

“You’re welcome, by the way.” Lattis added, letting his arousal press up against the cool stone. Augustine shuddered as he felt the residual of the Prince’s corruption trickle through the air around them. He could feel his own arousal push outward, his pink shaft rushing out to meet the demonic energy. “Demons would clamber for a chance to be this close to a Prince. Consider this part of my payment for your story.”

The Hellfire was… Intoxicating. The bird felt his eyes begin to flit open and closed, his beak shuddering as he let out a moan of relief. It had taken him up to an hour to recharge on his own, but in a matter of seconds Augustine felt like he was brimming with energy. This Hellfire… It seemed to waft from the Prince so effortlessly.

“You-” Augustine gasped in surprise, his eyes widening as he realized he could feel the cock now sliding against his heel. “A-Are all demons this powerful?”

“Oh, little bird.” Lattis giggled, his deep voice almost hypnotic to the shuddering bird beneath him. The fox‘s skimpy clothing draped over the bird beneath him as Lattis leaned in closer. The vulpine gripped even tighter around the still-solid foot, his black eyes staring deep into Augustine’s. “This… Is nothing.”

The demon yelped in fear beneath the Prince as a sudden burst of energy rolled off of the fox. The vulpine’s eyes lit up with a bright light, his gaze boring down into Augustine. The corrupted that wafted from him… It almost felt like it was choking the bird. He gasped, his mind desperately trying to stay afloat amongst the power…

The bird's back was arched into the air, his wings flapping and twitching in desperation as his mind reeled. Pleasure… So much of it at once. The cock pressed up against the bird’s foot felt so good. Augustine gasped as he felt his claws twitch, his mind barely comprehending the fact that his foot was beginning to blacken in color.

“This.” Lattis growled, his voice even deeper. There was a growl in the word, the fox’s voice making Augustine’s own chest rumble. “This... is power.”

Augustine squawked as he writhed beneath the demon. The bird’s body was splayed out in all directions, his chest quickly rising and falling with each gasp for air. Augustine humped into the air… Once… Twice…

And then he was cumming.

Augustine’s shaft lurched, the demon’s seed splattering across his chest. His avian foot now squeezed around the fox’s cock, his talons gently kneading at the corrupted flesh. All the while, Lattis stared down at the demon beneath him with a grin plastered to his face. The light in his eyes shone down on Augustine, his grin speaking volumes.

“You’ll make a good Thrall, won’t you?” The prince asked, his rumbling voice rolling through the bird below.

“Y-Yes.” Augustine nodded, the words escaping his beak without much thought.

The Prince grinned even wider, a thick bead of cum trickling down the vulpine’s cock.

“You’ll do as I say. When I say it.” Lattis commanded. His voice echoed inside of Augustine’s head, the words lodging deep within him. “Are we clear?”

“Of course.” The demon beneath spoke without hesitation, his foot working up and down the length of his Prince’s cock.

“Such pretty wings... “ Lattis chuckled, his lush tail swishing behind him as he rocked into the bird’s grip. “Avians are a rare sight… Especially one as big as you. What you lack in magic you more than make up for in bulk.”

Augustine could barely make out anything the Prince was saying. The magic that clung inside his head made sure of that. All he could do was stare back at those glowing eyes, his mind achingly empty.

He wouldn’t remember the fox’s orgasm. Nor would he remember the portal that Lattis summoned to take them back to the Prince of Clarity’s domain.

In truth, Augustine lived in this state of haze for the majority of his time under Lattis. His bliss consumed his life for over ten years. During this time, Augustine would have considered his blurry existence a happy one..

Of course, everyone who served under the Prince of Clarity would agree.

---

The Fallen City of Shimmerlake, Lattis’ Quarters

The Twelfth of Everbrink. First cusp. Third night.

Most rules were constantly contested within the Corrupted Lands. Demons would rise up to contest those in charge in an effort to dominate, reclaim, or take the title of Prince for themselves. However, out of all of the titles… There was one none dared to contest.

The unspoken rule amongst demons was almost unanimous:

Stay away from the Prince of Clarity.

No Thralls were more loyal to their leader than Lattis’. The fox’s magic was… Highly persuasive. All one had to do was succumb to a single demand, and the powerful demon could make them fall to their knees. It was rumored that Lattis had taken the title of Clarity from the previous Prince in a matter of seconds.

All the fox had to do was convince the demon to agree to the rules of their contest. By that point, Lattis had already won.

As such, the Shimmerlake was quiet. None dared work beneath a demon with gifts like Lattis. Paranoia and rumors spread fast throughout the land. Some even said he whispered commands to the King himself.

However, the Prince of Clarity had no desire to surround himself around fabricated rumors. In truth, those under his Thrall were left to their own desires. The prince prided himself on never lying; something he often reminded any who were willing to give him the time of day.

Lattis spent most of his time inside his small castle overlooking the rest of Shimmerlake. On days such as this, he would relax and enjoy himself as he waited for his various thralls to report to him.

The Prince now sat on his balcony overlooking the lake below, one arm propping up his head. Lattis… Could have been happier. His messenger was supposed to be here by now, but bird was over an hour late. The vulpine had spent the majority of his time holding the title earning various achievements. Not only had he helped in the downfall of Mathase, he’d also been the one responsible for Paladin Darys’ corruption.

Lattis smiled at the fond memory as he idly rolled a loose amulet about in his hands. It had taken so long, but eventually all the pieces had come together so perfectly.

Well… Almost perfectly. Even in his his new form, the paladin was too smart to submit to Lattis. The Prince of Clarity pondered which of the other ‘royalty’ had offered Darys refuge when a snorting sound brought the vulpine back to the moment at hand.

A huge bull sat kneeling by the side of the prince’s chair. His horns were thick, much like the rest of the massive male’s frame. The bull’s eyes were glazed over, his lips pressed against the Prince’s hips. The fox smiled as he let his cock pulsed inside the man’s maw. Lattis reached a hand down and pressed against the bull, making sure that the bull truly was wrapped completely around him.

“This only serves as further reason…” The Prince of Clarity muttered, deep in thought over what to do with his tardy eagle. He glanced at the amulet in his free hand as he continued to stroke the dominated bull’s head.

Eventually, Augustine arrived. He was much larger than he had been upon their first arrival. The demon had truly grown into the role, his days spent flying about the Corrupted Lands serving him well. The great eagle soared over the balcony roof; claws skidding along the tile-turned-stone before landing in front of Lattis.

Augustine bowed low, his wings pressing against the floor as he acknowledged his Prince.

“There’s no news of movement from the Irebogs.” Augustine reported, his eyes trained on Lattis’ feet. “Apparently your suspicions were incorrect, my lord.”

The eagle turned to look up at his Prince and hesitated, his head turning downwards as he blinked quickly. “I-I apologize. I meant no disrespect by-”

“It’s fine… Messenger.” The Prince of Clarity frowned, tilting his head as he looked at the black eagle in front of him. “What’s… Your name again, handsome?”

“Augustine, sir.” The avian nodded firmly, turning back to look up at Lattis. His posture relaxed, the bird’s wings tucking pack behind his muscled back.

“You’ve been down here for quite some time, haven’t you Augustine?” The fox asked, his outfit jingling as he moved to cross his legs. The bull was pushed off of his cock by the sudden movement, but Lattis quickly moved to bring a clawed hand towards the bull’s mouth.

Lattis watched as the bull mindlessly licked and sucked at the clawed hand, a familiar heat mounting beneath his own loins.

“I… I’ve been here for about ten years, yes.” Augustine nodded. “Before that I was a-”

“A farmer. Yes. Now I remember...” The Prince of Clarity waved his hand dismissively with his free hand. “I simply asked out of curiosity.”

The fox leaned forward, eyes narrowing as he asked the next question.

“Do you miss the world beyond?” Lattis cocked his head, staring intently at the bird.

“Well…” Augustine frowned as he thought about the question, his wings twitching behind him. A stray hand had already moved to his groin, squeezing at the head of his shaft. “I think… I miss a few things.”

“How would you like a chance to relive those memories? Hm?” Lattis asked, letting the amulet in his grip dangle in front of Augustine.

“That…” Augustine hesitated, blinking once more. He frowned. Why couldn’t he think clearly?

“Augustine?” The fox asked sternly, swinging the amulet in front of the bird once more as his eyes flashed for the briefest moments. “You don’t have a choice.”

That’s right. There wasn’t a choice. Augustine’s eyes flitted open and closed as he nodded. His fingers now groped openly at his pulsing shaft, the bird’s body shuddering with familiar delight.

Lattis frowned as he tilted his head. It seemed his time with his scout truly had come to an end. The fox leaned forward, extending the necklace out towards the bird. Augustine bowed forward quickly to accept the gift, his hands still pumping over his length as he felt the lightweight chain fall around his neck.

“I’ve prepared this little trinket for you, Augustine. It’s a ward; one that should help keep the Light at bay while you fly through enemy territory.” The fox explained, once more relaxing back into his chair. “Do you understand what this means?”

“You want me to go somewhere? Scout some place?” Augustine asked between gasps, his tail feathers spreading as he felt his arousal reaching its peak. The bird knew just how fast he could fly. He’d gotten quite good at it over the years.

“Yes, Augustine. Beyond the barrier. The divide between is being chipped away as we speak. In due time, there will be quite a narrow window before any paladins have noticed our… Intrusion. I’ll need you to take the long and slow way. Understand?”

“Long and slow.” Augustine repeated, his tongue lolling out of his beak. “I c-can do long and slow. No one will notice.”

The fox watched as his Thrall pleasured himself, a gentle smile on his face. It was always such a joy to watch one of his Thralls succumb to his presence. The show reminded him of the bull by his side, the massive demon still eagerly sucking at his claws.

“Present yourself for my dear friend here, won’t you Augustine?” The fox requested, his pride swelling as he watched the bird quickly spin around. The large bird raised his tail feathers high as he turned to look back towards his Prince, his body shuddering with need.

“Take him.” He commanded, the bull immediately stumbling over towards the eagle. Their two impressive lengths brushed up against the others as the brute slid up behind Augustine. Meaty hands groped at the bird’s sides, hot air rolling down his back. “I’ll explain the intricate nature of my plan whilst you have your reward.”

“Of course, my-” Augustine squawked as he was cut off, his wings flapping as he felt the head of the bull’s fat shaft press against his hole. The eagle shuddered as he lowered his head, the sudden weight almost too much for the demon to bear.

“I’m sending you deep within enemy territory. I expect you to stay away from paths, and out of the sky when necessary. A map of the plotted route has already been left in your room. There will be a large gorge in your way as well, which should be the only appropriate time for your flight.”

The fox continued to explain his plan as he crossed his legs. The vulpine’s smooth-furred thighs wrapped around his cock, a smile on his face as he relished in the tight throbbing between them. It truly was a delight to watch his Thralls revel in one another’s presence. He paused in his explanation as he watched the bull reach out and grab the bird by the shoulder. The bovine snorted as he pulled at Augustine, releasing a cacophony of noises from the eagle now half-way down his shaft.

“Of course that pretty amulet around your neck isn't just to keep you safe. Should any paladin cross your pass, they will not be able to sense your corruption. Still, you’ll need to remain out of sight, which is why you are taking such a long and arduous path.”

Augustine gasped as he buried his face into his crossed arms. His pucker tightened around the cock within him, a desperate need quite literally mounting the eagle. His moans turned to outright squawks, his wings flapping as he pushed back into the snorting beast above him.

“You must understand, a demon as unskilled as you could never take a direct route without being seen. A single sighting would raise suspicion, and I can’t let my target know I’m coming for him.”

The sound of heavy bodies slapping together filled the air as the two picked up their mating. The bird was now pushing back against the bull with his legs, his mind lost to the lust. He couldn't wait for the bull to fill him… To spread his cheeks for the vulpine before him...

“My target?” The fox began, uncrossing his legs to let his thick cock breathe. A new waft of corruption pressed towards the rutting duo, only fueling their desperation. “He lives in a personal little barrier… Something I’ll need you to take care of.”

The cock inside of Augustine was so big. He had taken plenty of things in front of the fox. Ornate obsidian molded into shafts… Bestial knots… But never something as large as the bull. He could feel the fat flare of the bovine’s shaft pressing against the front of his stomach, a guttural cry escaping the avian’s lips for the first time.

“All you have to do, my pretty little bird, is break the barrier. Your amulet should do the trick. Just walk straight into the bubble, okay?”

Augustine squeezed around the shaft buried in him. The bird clawed at the ground as he humped into the bull. He’d do anything for the fox. Anything! J-Just...

.He needed the bull to fill him. Now.

Augustine tried to say yes, but all the bird could do was cry out in lust. The Prince smirked as he watched his pet fuck himself on the bull’s cock.

Lattis raised his hand as if his fingers were the strings connected to some invisible puppet. The fox stared at the ground beneath the bull’s flexing ass, his eyes roiling with corruption as he quickly balled his hand into a fist. The black ground quickly bulged upwards; the bull releasing a cry of passion as he felt himself opened up by the smooth obsidian.

Augustine felt a surge of pure hellfire roll within his gut, the bull’s balls seizing over and over. The avian felt his own cock surge, his depravity splattering across the ground for his Prince to see.

All for his Prince to see.

“Good bird.” Lattis smiled approvingly. No doubt the fox’s commands had dug deep into the bird’s mind, although he knew the full potency of his corruption had already begun to dissipate from the veteran messenger.

“Good… Bird.” Augustine mirrored, his body slumping over. The bird’s ass was still lifted into the air by the cock lodged deep within him.

“Now. Let’s have our dear bull here clean up the mess he made.”

The bull mooed loudly, his ass still clenching around the makeshift dildo lodged deep within him. Lattis watched as the bull licked his lips, his two corrupted Thralls basking within his presence.

---

The Arid Mountains, The Blacksmith’s Barrier

The Twelfth of Everbrink. First cusp. Twentieth night.

Finally.

Augustine wiped his brow as he stared up at the large bubble in front of him. The barrier was impressive, although not nearly as large as the wall that separated the Corrupted Lands.

How long had it been since Augustine had stepped foot back in the Brightlands?

Augustine blinked.

The haze in his head. It didn’t feel natural. In his past few days, the bird had grown more and more aware of this uncanny feeling, as if time had just slipped past his grip.

The bird looked down at his monstrous hands and blinked. He must have been… Twice? Maybe three times as tall as a human? Just how large were humans, anyways? The bird could hardly remember. So much of his life felt like a blur. Even his time beneath the Prince of Clarity felt… Off.

The avian let his hand close in determination as he stared at the bubble before him. It shimmered as he squinted his eyes, his chest puffing as he slowly took a deep breath. All the adrenaline building within him was making his groin stiffen; Augustine’s arousal beginning to jut into the air.

“I’ll ask Lattis about it once I get back.” Augustine whispered to himself, the word ‘Lattis’ feeling strange to speak. Had he ever called the Prince by his first name? The bird shook his head as he let his claws sink into the soft earth.

He’d have plenty of time to ask Lattis questions later. For now, he had a barrier to burst.

The demon charged headfirst at the barrier, his wings flapping behind him to help pick up his speed. Augustine closed his eyes upon impact, his body pressing up against the barrier as if he’d just hit a brick wall. The bird’s amulet whipped up into the air, swinging into the barrier before humming violently.

Augustine gasped, his eyes opening as he squinted through the light. The jewel encrusted within the medallion cracked before him, the noise sending terror down the avian’s spine.

Suddenly, a similar crack sprouted from the wall of the barrier. Then another… And another. Augustine was frozen in place, his body still blinded by the pulsing light of the colliding barrier. He watched as the hellfire within his medallion cracked and shattered even further; the light draining the trinket before-

Augustine screamed.

The bird heard the sound of shattering magic as he was flung backwards. The barrier’s Light had destroyed all of the amulet’s Hellfire, and in that moment, it had sapped Augustine as well.

The bird landed with a heavy thud almost three yards away from the now-shattered barrier. The hole in the light had only truly broken due to Augustine’s body crashing into it.

The demon tried to push himself upright, but his hands felt stiff. He groaned as he just barely managed to roll onto his back, his eyes turning to look up at the sky above him. Stiff… Tired…

It’d drained him. The barrier… All of it…

The bird tried to lift his wings, but even those felt heavy. All he could manage to do was let out a strained cry for help, his throat warbling as he spoke.

The amulet hadn’t worked. I-It hadn’t… Oh no…

Augustine tried once more to flex his fingers, yet they refused to budge. His body squirmed as he tried to test his joints. Fear began to well up within him.

“L-Lattis?” Augustine croaked, desperate for someone. Anyone.

The bird would have felt joyful to hear the fox’s deep voice… If it hadn’t sounded so happy. His entire body stiffened as he listened to the Prince of Clarity chuckle from behind him.

But. How? Why? The messenger strained to look at his lord, his neck refusing to budge.

“Come now, little birdie. Don’t lie to yourself.” The vulpine grinned, kneeling down next to the twitching bird as he spoke. The demon reached out a blackened hand and let one crooked finger curl alongside Augustine’s face. “You must have known I was sending you off on a suicide mission, yes?”

“I. I didn’t expect to-” Augustine choked, tears rolling down his face as he looked into the pitch black eyes of his superior. “T-The amulet.”

“I’m surprised you’re even kicking at all, to be honest.” Lattis smirked. The smug-looking fox let his tail flick as he glanced at the shattered amulet around the bird’s neck. “I was almost positive such a shield would have fried you. It’s a shame that the barrier drained what little reserves your pathetic frame could muster.”

It was true. Augustine felt empty. There was no trace of hellfire in the air around them. Nothing to draw from to bring him back from this weakened state. The horned fox above him snickered, his clawed hand patting the side of the bird’s head casually.

“S-Send me back, then.” The eagle blinked hard, his brow furrowing as he tried to push himself upright. His body simply twitched, the man’s muscles limp against the forest floor beneath. “P-Please. I don’t need much.”

“Awww, the poor birdie wants me to give him some of my magic?” The fox’s black eyes shimmered with mirth as the lithe demon stood. Lattis stretched casually, his claws sinking into the earth as he thought over the request. “Hmmm...”

“No.” Lattis said at last, his arms dropping to his sides as he gave Augustine another wicked grin. The fox’s ear twitched as he watched a look of dread wash over the bird’s face. “I think I’ll be needing my magic for the journey ahead. Besides, you’ve about run your course.”

“W-What’re you talking about?!” Augustine groaned, trying once more to flex his muscles. None of them responded.

“Ten years. That’s about how long my magic lasts for on most. You’ve been tardy. Disobeying. Running late. It’s okay though, Augustine. It’s not your fault.” Lattis cooed, frowning at the worried demon below. “But I can’t have a Thrall walking about with his own free will, now can I? Word would get out that my bonds don’t last forever. My reputation would slip, and you of all people should know how hard I work to keep my reputation upheld. I’m sure you’ll make a nice statue though. The arousals a nice touch.”

Lattis chuckled as he brought a hand down to run along the demon’s cock. Augustine’s panic only furthered as he realized he couldn’t feel the demon’s gentle touch.

“Shame. Those wings of yours were really something. A pity I’ll have to find more to replace you.”

R-Replace him? Augustine's eyes widened, a rage building within his stifled chest.

“Get it?” Lattis grinned, turning away from the bird to glance at the shattered barrier cutting through the forest. “It’s funny, because that’s the only thing hellbeasts like yourself are good for.”

He wasn’t the first. Augustine groaned at the realization. How many times had Lattis sent thralls like him into situations like this? The bird wanted to yell, to curse the Prince of Clarity for all his misdeeds, but all the bird could do was let a weak and stifled caw slip past his half-opened beak.

“Don’t strain yourself, now.” Lattis warned. “Or that stiffness of yours might set in. Permanently.”

Augustus listened to the fox chuckle mirthfully as he disappeared from the bird’s line of sight.

… Past the broken barrier…

… And now...

…

… He…

…

… He was alone.

Augustine cried.

And then he shouted.

His brow furrowed; eyes glaring up at the sun.

And in his final moments, the eagle swore vengeance on his Prince.

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Greetings Mortal,

I’ll be honest, the original story I had planned for this STARTED at the final segment. However, it took me thirty pages just to get to Augustine’s early demise. If you’re worried about the poor bird, DON’T FRET. We will be seeing him in future Corruption stories. I also apologize if this wasn’t too porn-centric. I had to help cement the world a bit more, and I hope it was a satisfying read!