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Fall of a knight (Mex Eternally Chaotic)

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Marcus cussed softly as he watched the town around him fall into the hands of the demons who had come here to raid it. He spent his whole life training to be the best knight in the land after witnessing his own home being pillaged when he was only ten years old. He was taken in by one of the king's knight and learned the ways of the sword. Watching his home get destroyed and seeing his father killed and his mother dragged off gave him the motivation to put his all into his training. It wasn't long before he moved up in the ranks reaching knighthood and was hand picked to be part of a special group meant to focus on learning how to slay demons.

Naturally he accepted the offer and soon began to make a name for himself as one if not the best demon slayer in all the kingdom. Besides being a good fight Marcus held the knightly virtues close to his heart becoming the embodiment of them as he spent little time in the taverns chasing girls like the other knights around him. No he was a rare breed one who was virtually pure and was worth at least three men in battle. Though being that good and pure did make him a target as he had more then his fair share of duels and attacks on him from both sides.

It was a normal day when a courier came rushing into the barracks exclaiming that a town on the border of the kingdom was about to be ambushed by demons. Marcus and his crew were the first ones to leave with the regular army behind them to help fight off the remains. Only this wasn't a solo attack as news from another town diverted the rest of the troops leaving the demon slayers on there own. The ride was long and by the time they got to the edge of the town there was no time rest as the attack was in progress. The knights fought long and hard but the demons seemed endless slowly wearing down the group of knights.

One by one Marcus watched his companions die either by dirty tricks or sheer exhaustion of battle and the ride getting the better of them. Still he didn't back down and kept fighting until a large club landed a lucky blow knocking the wind out of him. Once he was down he couldn't get up as he was swarmed and received another blow to knock him down. though the demons never seemed to finish him off only keeping him in a half conscious state unable to do more then try and get up.
 
Demon after demon had come, beasts with gaping maws, malformed abominations, each a creature more disgusting then the last. The village's defenses were paltry. As the oh so noble knights, demon slayers they called themselves engaged. They were met with a flood, for every demon that fell three took it's place. They fought in vain attempting to hold out while screams cam from all around as the villagers faced the might of the demons. As the mighty Marcus fell, his body beat, yet they kept him alive. The words of the king ringing deep within there minds. To always bring the greatest warrior of each battle they could keep alive. Marcus had been selected to faced that unfortunate role. The demons and monsters disliked this, wishing to tear him to pieces and mount his head on a pike and yet they would obey.

As he laid unconscious he was stripped of everything, armor, weapons, clothes even dignity if he was aware of it. Bound tightly with unholy chains. As the raid came to a close he along with a number of the villages were drug off back to the demons lands. Marcus would have little grasp on time as the demons ensured through force and drugging he remained incoherent the entire journey. By the time he would regain his senses, he was alone in a deep, dark cell. A collar meant for slaves clasped on his neck to ensure he remained obedient while in his prison cell and didn't try anything. It was the cornerstone of what would keep him from escaping before his trial. It was a few days before he would find out his trial as they told him nothing. Only when a painted faced creature came to his cell would he know where he would go. Though it seemed like before the gallows it would be a visit with a creature he had come to hate.

"The king will see you now, come along, chip chip my horrible demon hunter!" The creature said clapping it's hands and the cell door swung open. The collar compelling him with pain to follow. The collar was the least of his worry's this creature was know as a Nyx Avatar, a foul being that took utter delight in torturing other creatures. With it's foul magics it could keep a human alive in a state of eternal pain for hundreds of years toying with them keeping them just from breaking to be aware of the pain. The Avatar led him through the black metal halls right to the throne room, where upon his throne, the King awaited Marcus, to cast down judgement on the one who had murdered his subjects.
 
The journey was a bad nightmare mostly induced by the failure of the battle, one two many blows to the head and what ever the demons were using to keep the fighter in a docile state. He didn't expect to be taken alive as their kind only seemed to save women for obvious reasons and had never heard stories of the knights being saved. Most were usually killed off quickly and kept as trophies or turned into grim warnings for who ever came after them. It wasn't until he was thrown in the cell and the changes removed once the collar was on him did he begin to stir.

For the next few days he paced in the cell with what little room he was given and glared out at the guards as they made their rounds. The worst part of it was not knowing why he was there surely he would be dead if they wished that. The cell was rather barren only a pot in the corner and a stone slab that mad a rather uncomfortable bed. Marcus glared at the creature recognizing it as one of the more feared kinds causing him to cool down a little. He was a fighter but also someone who had a brain and knew when the cards were stacked against him. That and picking a fight while unarmed and naked was a good way to get killed.

He reluctantly followed the creature though the metal halls his eyes gazing at the cells as they passed out of that wing and into what looked more like a proper castle. The whole walk down to the throne room Marcus kept his mouth shut keeping a stoic expression as they entered. He was a bit taken back by the sheer size and appearance of the king as he was lead in front of the throne. "Why spare me and not my companions. What makes me so special to you?" Marcus asked curious as he wasn't sure why he was here but they must have had some reason and if anyone would know and tell him it would be the king.
 
It seemed as if the moment Marcus dared to speak out of turn the entire court was about to decent on him and tear him limb from limb. However a simple raise of his hand the mighty king turned the raging demons docile. "Because they were weaker. To demons power is the foundation of our existence. We exist to gain more, we fight, we eat, and we thirst for power. To a demon it is our prowess in battle that earns us rank, it is where we find purpose in life. It is this why you were brought." The king spoke his voice booming as he towered over the human. Marcus wasn't even as tall as his toe which led to him being even less of a threat in his state. The Kings glowing eye's glared down at him with uncaring stares. "I have told my armies to always bring back the strongest knight they can take alive and that was you. For the strongest have the right to choose the fate. Choose now 'human' bend on knee and swear your loyalty to me. Turn from the path of a foolish mortal creature and become a demon or you will be made to serve another in a different way." The king spoke his booming voice echoing in the halls. His ultimatum was clear, serve the demon king willingly or be made a slave to some creature. That was the assumption easiest to make considering the collar on his throat. Little did he know the latter was a far different punishment then he expected. The collar wouldn't be needed as he would be taken to be 'remade' just what he was remade as was the choice he was now going to make.
 
Marcus did his best to remain unmoved as the massive demon spoke telling him what he already knew about how his kind worked. He had seen it first hand and from his fights and what he had read and heard from tales. What was unexpected was the ultimatum he was given at the end as he was unaware that humans could be turned into demons . Still it was a deal that he needed no time to think about as he knew his answer just from hearing the first part alone. "I will never kneel before you and claim the lives of the innocent in your name. I would rather be a slave to your kind or die then to turn my back on those who I protected." Marcus yelled out projecting his voice as much as he could so the king could hear him.He didn't know what horrors he had signed himself up for but it was the only option he seemed to have. With any luck he would be able to escape after a while and make it back to the kingdom to serve once more as a knight. The only other option he even considered for a moment was trying to fight but he was clearly out numbered and equipped to entertain the ithought for more then a few seconds.
 
Pride was a strength of human kind, yet more often then not it too was the downfall of great warriors. Marcus was given a choice to write his name in the history books as a even greater warrior, a demon lord perhaps. Yet his pride stepped in, his pride of his people, his pride of being human, the quest for righteous glory. The righteous would fall and be degraded this day. His bare skin was exposed and as if out of nowhere a large creature appeared, stepped from the shadows it was a massive orc, bound in many painful looking things that dug into his flesh. He was silent in his movements as he drove a hot large branding iron into Marcus's back. The iron was large enough to reach from his shoulders down to the small of his back. The Nyx had moved around him swiftly pushing him into the iron. The pain would feel like a eternity but it lasted only a minute.

His collar dropped, giving a moment of hope to escape. Soon he would realize a curse stronger then any collar was placed upon him. Pain would flood his entire body as the creaking sounds of muscles tearing and bones breaking inside his body could be heard. His skin bubbling and moving as muscles twisted and reformed, connecting back to the nerves in his body as it felt new nerves were beginning to farm. Each second would feel like a excruciating pain the likes of which no human torturer could inflict and yet as the pain continued, the sensation would slip through. The cool air on Marcus's sensitive skin. The feeling his body was changing, the pain was turning into pleasure. The wonder would have to be what had been done to him. Considering the mocking laughter of all the demons around him, it had to be nothing good. "You have your choice then, you will serve as a toy for one of my children. You will bear them no child for you have proven to be too weak for action. You will bear the Gladavir curse, and life your life devoted to my child, craving there touch, wanting to feel them till all that once was the human is corroded away and you become a lesser demon." The king spoke his booming voice as he motioned for them to take Marcus away.

The limp changed form that was Marcus was dragged away off to another room where he was tossed. It was empty save a simple bed a full length mirror and a outfit laid on a table, clearly made for a very 'shapely' woman. Marcus was left alone in the room to recover his journey was about to resume. Though would calling him Marcus really be appropriate anymore, a new name would likely be given to the fallen demon hunter.
 
Marcus paid no attention to the other demons in the court room as his main focus was the king in of him who seemed able to command their attention rather while. It was only when he first felt the blazing heat and the sound of searing flesh did he look around to see the large orc creature pressing it into his back. He vigorously bit down on his lip trying to keep himself silent. Though the pain was too much as her turned around and saw the same demon who lead him in her pushing against as his weakened body would have fallen over by now. The torture seemed to drag on as he let out a scream of pain and could feel something happening inside him that was an even worse pain then that of the brand. Yet thanks to the demon in front of him he was able to be just conscious enough to feel everything.

Marcus wearily looked up at the king as he spoke breathing heavily as the pain in his body seemed lessen slowly and at a certain point feel good and almost pleasurable. The words rang in his head though most of it made no sense to him as he knew little of demonic curses. Though what he did understand made him laugh a little as he would never crave the touch of a demon willingly and would fight to keep his humanity alive. He was too tired to respond as his eyes began to feel heavy as he nodded in and out of consciousness . The last thing he could remember was being dragged off and flung onto a bed hearing a few laughs from the demons who carried him in.

Though branding was done and Marcus laid there on the bed collapsed from exhaustion the demon's magic was just getting started as it ravaged his body the power coming from the rune that stretched over his back. His once muscular and masculine frame began to rapidly shrink giving way to a more softer and form that was only barely half as strong as he used to be. His white hair slowly changed becoming a more golden blonde with a more tan complexion to match it. His chest began to rapidly swell as his pecks became breast that grew only stopping once that hit a fairly large size. His war harden face softened as his eyes became a much lighter blue and his permanent scowl became a slight pout thanks to his new pillowy lips. His manhood slowly vanished into his body forming a his new pussy and marking the end of his transformation.

After what felt like a hour Marcus woke up his head pounding from the whole ordeal. He rolled over on to his side and felt an odd bouncing feel followed by a short gasp as his new sensitive body rubbed against the rough fabric of the bed. Slowly he sat up looked down at his new body not believing his eyes when he looked down and saw that he now possessed the body of a whore. "I'll kill them." He mumbled becoming more shocked as his voice had been changed to giving him a feminine one that no one would ever find intimidating. Slowly he got out of bed and went over to the mirror to check his relfection, touching the mirror just to make sure it wasn't a trick. He spotted the outfit and sighed putting it on as what little coverage it offered was better then none. He slowly walked out of the room his new large chest bouncing softly with each step causing his new breast and nipples to become hard just after a few steps. He walked out of the room trying to find his way back to the throne room to demand answers from the king.
 
The castle was alive with movement. It seemed he had been moved pretty far from the king. As it was mostly quiet near his throne room. This was a portion of the castle where lesser demons did there business. Clever creatures, dumb brutes, all sort of monsters did what they were meant to do. Getting orders, taking out rading parties. The smarter demons seemed to be doing business, often cataloging the spoils of raids. There was a section where crying women where being investigated by a higher ranking demon who dictated the kind of creatures they would end up with. The demon was like a giant brain, it was grotesque. For Marcus he was on one of the higher levels. Above the common fodder. A sort of elevated place where the lesser demons could meet with high ranking demons.

It was close to the front enterence, thus why this place was used. Walking through the halls Marcus would hear moans, screams, and the like coming from the far side of every odd door. Though as much as he would want to save those inside. Marcus would surly know that he was in no condition to fight a demon especially without a weapon. The halls were twists and turns, with each even door seeming to be some sort of meeting door and the odd doors being waiting rooms that seemed to each contain a demons slave that would serve as entertainment while waiting. Marcus would of had a good five or ten minutes before a giant hand wrapped around his head nearly slamming it into the closest wall. Enough room was left for Marucs to look behind him to know with full horror that with how his body was this was the worst possible creature to meet. "What Pretty thing doing out of room? Try escape? Taruros no let pretty thing escape. Taruros teach pretty thing place!" The giant beast spoke. It was a Minotaur a creature that was known for raping woman. Holding down Marcus who's body wouldn't be able to overpower the beasts hand.

The Minotaur adjusted his loin cloth. revealing his cock. Pressing it to her back so she could feel the size of what was about to enter her. The monsters cock's bast reached from her plump ass to up between her shoulder blades. Everything in her body would tell her, her body was not built to take something that big! It would kill her, and in the very castle of demons there was no one to save her.
 
The walk was long and frustrating to the former knight as he peered in each door doing his best to sneak through the halls as he wasn't sure if he was suppose to leave the room they threw him in. His new body though more befitting for a whore didn't feel completely useless but now was no time to test his raw strength against an entire castle with no help. Instead he merely observed what was going on trying to store it in his mind for later as he had never seen this side of the demons. Until now he had assumed each kind acted on their own and was driven to raid and pillage for the sheer fun of it. He never expected them to be this organized which would make taking them down more harder then he realized. As he crept through the halls he had to stop a few times as his new body was starting to annoy him as each teased his sensitive chest and thoughts of trying his new body out began to slowly invade his head.


He let out a loud gasp as his distracted mind had not seen or heard the large creature until he was already slammed up against the wall held in place by his hand. His heart skipped a few beats as he felt something rather massive against his back and he gazed back in horror. He now realized he had a lot to lose when fighting demons now as his new body was more inviting then his old one and most of these creatures were not used to asking for sex but rather just took it."Let me go!" Marcus shouted up to the beast as he tried to kick it backwards with his legs but that seemed to do next to nothing to the large creature. He knew if this being raped he would be split in half by it's cock and it was not the way that he wanted to die.
 
His fear was justified, as the Minotaur was truly the kind of beast that knew four things in life. Eat, breed, kill and fear, it ate anything it could, people, other monsters, wild things. It would breed any female it could impregnate without question. It would kill and likely eat anything else, but it felt fear. It's instincts told it when something was stronger and when it was it obeyed for survival. This was how they lived serving demon kind as dumb as they were. The beast didn't care about her flailing as it raised her high off the floor and positioned the tip against the cloth separating it's cock and her. "Me Breed pretty thing so pretty thing no escape no more." The beast spoke and as it grabbed her waist to hold her still and force her down the grip loosened as a intense gurgling sound could be heard. A peek back for Marcus would see the Minotaur's body riddled with jet black spikes jutting out of it's skin. They rapidly retracted and the beast gushed blood but Marcus's outfit was not stained with the blood as he was caught.

A long black hand held onto her wrists. "My, my. I always forget senseless brutes like to wander around up here. They don't tend to think to look at what they attack very much. Poor thing didn't realize that this 'pretty thing' was no toy his filthy hands was allowed to touch." A familiar and haunting voice spoke lowering Marcus onto the floor not being stained with the beasts blood. It was the Nyx, licking it's fingers of it's other hand that was coated in blood. All those spikes came from it's fingers. this would be a higher grade of Nyx then anything the kingdom had seen. "No matter little creature it should give you a bit more context of what you chose to reject, never come along! Chop chop! Your new role awaits you!" the Nyx told her heading to the stairwell to walk out. If Macus tried to refuse the mark on his back would begin to glow forcing his body to move. Ensuring that he kept close to Nyx. "Funny there was much talk of whom to give you to. Vardrath lord of the abyss, N'zoth the lord of the deep, to name two of the lords. However the king seems to think you fit the 'tastes' of another of his children. Likely the most... Appealing to lesser creatures like yourself. I would dare to say the Child of the king you will soon meet would be one who could topple your paultry kingdom and throw it into total disorder with little effort. Which is why they have not been allowed to do so. You humans are too prized of a commodity, keeping a kingdom like yours around is too good for our nation and our other conquests. You get what im saying right? Your whole nation is nothing more the cattle. ♥" The Nyx being the demon it was, did enjoy this sort of conversation, telling him the cruel truth that his kingdom hadn't been raised because the demons needed humans as play things, food, and breeding slaves. To a demon humans were short lived and with leaving the kingdom alive it served three purposes.
 
Everything seemed to happen so fast As the Minotaur raised him off the ground his new body flailing as it tried to fight back. He felt a shiver run down his spine as he felt him get ready to try and force his monster cock into Marcus's new body. Then the grip seemed to lessen and he heard a familiar sound from all his years in combat and that was the gurgling of your own blood. He looked around surprised to see that the Nyx was the one who had slayed the beast saving him from a certain death by being raped. Though he was confused as he fell to the floor rather ungracefully. As he picked himself up he only listened as the masked creature cleared things up for him. It confirmed what the king had said and that these were being who only strive to get more power thus lessen those above them. It made since that the punishment for touching a royal item was high as anything less would be seen as weakness. "Thanks I guess though I doubt you did that out of the kindness of you're heart. I'm gonna take a stab and say you're responsible for me until i'm delivered." Marcus said with no sincerity in his voice.

He tried to lag behind as he didn't want to be so close to this creature even if it did protect him it was still wasn't something he would consider a friend. The name drops did give him a scope of how big the royal demon family ran as he had heard those names before but knew nothing else about them. The last part hit him hard as his entire race was mocked as the demon told him they were seen as cattle. He did have a point as the ambushes were really just an annoyance on the human side and clearly they had the power to storm the castle if they wanted to. Though he didn't want to say he was right the long pause spoke volumes showing that the demon was right."One day we will no longer be cattle even now more are joining up to stop your kind."Marcus quipped back his optimism still high despite what he had been through
 
The Nyx laughed at Marcus, He was right that he would be in charge of ensuring he was delivered. He would not defy his king, they were gender neutral creatures, they didn't 'procreate' they were constructs, creatures made not born after all. It was this that made them one of the few creatures able to meet with the royal child that Marcus was destined to serve. As any demon that felt 'lust' would be a problem if they came in contract with them. A fact Marcus would learn. "Oh, you mean like the kingdom to the north of your lands? Why don't you take a look to your left." The Nyx laughed cruelly, chained and walked in a line, The queen of the kingdom to there north, the two princesses, royal wizards, and the like all females were marched stripped bare as they were led to the throne room as they were higher quality slaves meant for more royal 'touch.' The kingdoms around had problems with demons but the attacks on the villages were paltry forces that were meant to distract Marcus's kingdom, while the bulk of demon forces ransacked the kingdom to the north killing the king and his sons, taking all the women of royal blood and marching them back to demon lands where who knew what kind of fate awaited them. "Now there little kingdom will be in anarchy while lords fight over the remains like starving dogs. Perhaps enough to force your king to step in and take them over. ♥ Spreading the fertile soil that your people need to keep repopulating for more cattle. We as not so dumb little creature We know you humans just love to band together, create your little hero guilds send them off to defeat the evil demon king and come back with glory and riches. The demon king has seen fit to monitor our cattle, watch for you to make contact with other nations to beg for help. Then we attack, sending that kingdom into anarchy so your beloved king can take over the land expand his wealth. Not a bad deal hmmm? It only takes one human to sell out the others for power. ♥ Besides it's easier to disrupt one kingdom of ants then many smaller ones in the end." The Nyx said cruelly leading Marcus on. It had suggested that the king of his country knew what was going on and worked with the demons. True or not Marcus would never know, Nyx's were known for being Liars but also known for delighting in the cruel truths. So it was hard to tell which it was telling him.

Outside the castle was... Strange... A black metal city, creatures walking around as if simple villagers. It looked like the capital if only populated by monsters. Slender fingers wrapped around Marcus's stomach as the Nyx launched it's self into the air. Soaring on black leathery wings heading to the sea. Below Marcus could see vendor's selling 'fresh humans' for meats or breeding. Gruesome as it was it was little better then they treated cows or pigs. The Nyx would fly with Marcus heading to the sea over demon lands. The demon lands he would know were barren and warscared wastelands and yet near the capital. Deep dark forests, open grasslands, much of the land was covered in vibrant nature. Strange to think a war race known for such darkness would live so close to so much nature.

Yet for as far as the eye could see even so far up. There was nature, the only things that stood out was the black city and the a large dome shape in the far distance they seemed to be flying at.
 
Marcus clenched his fist in anger gritting his teeth as he looked over seeing a royal family herded in like sheep to be distributed out to the higher up demons. Still he couldn't do much as any steps behind keeping a close distance with the Nyx would be corrected by magic. Though what he hated the most was his sudden drop in power as he was now practically a helpless maiden in the same boat as them and even if he wasn't compelled to follow his rescue attempt would be short lived.But this was the price he paid for keeping his humanity as even this new form was better then becoming one of the creatures that surrounded him.

"Lies my king was the one who backed and created my guild to slay your kind!" Marcus shouted as the Nyx hit a nerve with him as he carried on about the humans pathetic existence. He knew certain humans and towns had given themselves up accepting the role of cattle for a few moments of safety and controlling who was taken. But never had he heard a king working with them and couldn't not believe that his own would be the one to do it. He knew the nature of this demon and sighed as he would never get a straight answer out of it as they were known liars and like to mess with people.

His first view of the demon's kingdom was rather bleak as the whole place continued the black metal architecture that spanned the whole city. Marcus let out a soft gasp of shock as his body was clung close to the demon and the two of them began to fly to their new destination. he tried not to look at the market as it made him sick seeing his kind butchered and sold as food to the monsters that lived there. His eyes looked around noticing the land was less then ideal for anything farming wise and it explained their behavior and why they needed the humans so badly. "What's with the dome?" He asked his eyes being drawn to it as it stood out among the bleak landscape.
 
The Nyx had remained quiet to his protest of his king not having made a deal with them. Only cackled at him, oh, how short sighted humans were. His 'guild' was a means to a end, it provided humans security. A group of mighty warriors specializing in fighting demons. Marcus if he thought about it might notice something. The Demon king had asked if he desired to be a demon, as well his group was all sent alone to a village being attacked. Like a farmer raising prized cows his group was a perfect farming ground for humans to 'convert' in to demons. After all the process would normally kill as such they were tempered to become demons through battle and training. Weather or not it was true it was very convenient for the demons to have a group to hunt for converts. The wind whipped by as they flew at impressive speeds, nothing that someone used to riding a war horse at full speeds would be bothered by. "Your new home, contained within is the child in which you will serve. A... Defective demon to what most would consider. She is the reason that life florishs in the surrounded area. Her powers causes nature to rapidly grow around her, animals to thrive, and to over all create what you humans call a 'paradise.' All this 'natural beauty' is by her design for she desires it. Her will is her power and she is kept within that dome fueling the powers of our nation while containing the spread of her 'disease' across the land." The Nyx said without a ounce of passion.

The nature around them was her doing? This was a very big contrast to the other demons. Even her siblings, lord of the Abyss, lord of the deep, both suggest barrenness, the lack of light. Yet if what the Nyx said was true this demoness was doing the direct opposite. Her power seemed to fuel life rather then death. As they approached and landed a good quarter of a mile from the dome, demonic hounds and large brutish creatures were cutting down trees an plants funneling them onto ships only for minutes later the tree to begin rapidly regrowing. Around the done was a constant lumber yard operation. The Nyx release Marcus on the path leading to the 'gates' of the dome. Stepping forward allong the path. Demons glaring at him with such hateful eyes.

"Come along, and stay on the path or the hounds will rip you to piece in seconds." the Nyx commanded to make sure that Marcus didn't intentionally walk off the trail choosing death then servitude. They needed something to entertain the demon within the dome else she would become a even more difficult problem to keep within the dome. The Nyx forced her to march on display for all the demons working to spit at or barrette with cruel words. The Nyx stopped a few feet from the barrier's edge. "You first just step into the barrier, once through you will never leave without her highness's permission again." The Nyx told her motioning Marcus through. No was not a answer he could give. Once Marcus was through the thick layer of barrier that felt like stepping through thick slime as he went through. There was a odd sense in the air. Peace, it was very calm and soothing as if something within the barrier was causing this soothing feeling. The Nyx would not follow but a sense to go deeper in.

Only a short walk and Marcus would be greeted with a sight a great lake with a mansion at it's lake side. A sense if there was a demon living here that would be where she would be. He would have to meet her weather he liked it or not the mark would force him to go to her eventually.
 
Marcus enjoyed the relative silence as the two of them flew towards the dome where he would be imprisoned for most likely the rest of his life. He listened to the Nyx confused how this would be anything but bad as it seemed like the ideal conditions for them. The area was nice and in time animals would move in that they could hunt. Then he remembered that they were demons and that this was not what they thought of when they thought of ideal landscapes. As the two landed Marcus walked along the path ignoring the calls from the other demons. He didn't think for one moment about letting the hounds kill him as his pride was too big for that.

The parting words did scare Marcus a bit as he would be sealed in there unless given permission to leave which was unlikely to happen given the nature of the demons. That and he still had no idea of who he would be serving but clearly they were powerful and feared by the others as this spawn of the king was locked up. He pushed through the barrier it taking some time as it was rather dense. Though after some pushing onward he made it through and nearly stumbled once he was free of it. He gazed around a bit stunned as the inside was just as gorgeous as what seeped out of the dome. His eyes scanned the area noticing the mansion in the distance and figured it was his best bet for shelter. As he walked along he felt a warm glow on his back as a new hunger began to brew in his body. Despite not knowing who he was serving he had this odd curiosity and was eager to find out.
 
He would soon meet the only demon residing within the dome sooner then he expected. As Marcus walked a sense he was being watched by unfriendly eyes was always present. Something was fallowing him, yet the rune on his back would constantly push him forward despite the sense of danger around him. It wasn't until Marcus would reach the lakes edge still quite a ways away from the mansion. A deep growl would halt him, a sense of impending death filled the air. A great white tiger prowled out from the woods. How a white beast had stalked him was a fair question yet this was clearly no normal creature. It's fur crackled with lightning as it snarled at Marcus slowly approaching ready to pounce at a seconds notice. A sudden splash of water from the lakes edge shifted the beasts attention for a moment. "Byakko down! Bad kitty! you know we were having a guest today! I bet you were stalking them the whole way! Thinking you had a new chewtoy to play with bad kitty!" The voice spoke causing the once threatening tiger look like a huge kitten being scolded.

Out of the water dripping wet was the shape of someone far from what was expected of a normal demon. A slender figure, full d-cup breasts, generous hips, and a ass there was no question your fingers could sink into. Though the hints that said this was a demon. was the leathery tail swaying happily behind her. Tiny bat like winds came out from her lower back clearly they were not for much more then show unless she could make them grow. The final hint was the two tiny horns atop her head. Her skin tanned from being out in the sun, the hints of paler skin under her bikini top. Golden hair and a bright smile, and alluring blue eyes stared at Marcus like seeing through him. Her mere presence would alert him just the kind of demon he was dealing with. Any arousal he had felt before this moment would be tripled upon seeing her. Her natural aura was causing him to desire her. She was a sucubus, and yet because she was a female now she had to of had the powers of a incubus as well.

No matter who approched her they desired her, to serve her, to be her mate. This was indeed one reason that keeping her contained was understandable. Her base aura would cause anarchy within the demon kingdom, as she would likely over time without trying enslave the demons to her whims by here mere presence. Her magic was being drained, the excess she exuded and funneled to the Demon kingdom and concentrated into a liquid potion. This was how the demons corrupted the women into demonic cock obsessed whores. It was this girls natural aura turned into something else. However it wasn't for sure for Marcus this was the Princess of the Demons he was sent to be the plaything of. If at all possible it would of been better to be as far from this creature as he could as her aura was quite strong. "Hey there you must be the one Nyxxy said was coming right? Some hoomen, I am Nilanas Von Feldrath, ninth daughter of the king Galdarith von Feldrath, But Nilanas is such a dull name so just call me Nilly! Who are you?" Nilly introduced you could almost 'feel' the overwhelming and almost crushing positiveness flooding out of this girl. IT was a wonder how any demon could be positive let alone this positive.

However the Nyx's comment of her being a 'defective demon' seemed to hold true, as she didn't even give the same feeling as any other demon.
 
Marcus cursed to himself as the white beast revealed it's self to him as he instinctively reached for a weapon on his hip that wasn't there. Normally his senses were sharp and nothing could sneak up on him but this new body was different. Not just that he was now a woman but every step seemed to keep him aroused distracting his mind from focusing on what was around him. He was thankfully saved by the demon that popped out of the water though it was clear from the first words she spoke that she was different. Her cheery words and tone were a shock as he did not expect them to come out of the daughter of a demon king.

As his eyes gazed over her curvy form Marcus could feel himself being drawn in as he slowly took a few more step to get closer to this enigma of a demon. His arousal before seeing her was but a mild distraction enough to keep him just that distract. But now every fiber of his being craved this woman, he bit down on his lip clenching a fist trying to shake this feeling but it never passed. He had slain a few succubus in his time and always been proud of the fact that he was never once tempted or given into their seduction. But Nilly seemed to be much stronger as even his strong will was not enough to break her aura. As she spoke further it was clear why she was defective as lacked that terrifying presence most demons had to them and was probably an embarrassment to her father.

"Marcus Grahm, senior knight of the Silver Hand under King Daleric the second of the southern kingdom." Marcus said refusing to drop his tittle even if his name no longer suited him and he was more likely to be confused as a whore then a knight. "And yes the I am that one he spoke of. Though I was never given a reason or told why I am here." He added though he could guess from the feeling and urges he was getting since he arrived her what his purpose was. Still for now he could resist the urges. He was never one to care for sins of the flesh when he was a knight and magic or no magic he would not jump into bed with a demon. "So this whole place is just for you nobody else?" He asked curious about the place he would be calling home.
 
"Oh, you mean that farm kingdom? The one that daddy keeps around for food for the others and breeding stock?" Nilly asked curious though her words were... Rather cruel and blunt to her and her people that was what they were. Nilly clearly wouldn't of been able to have any way other then that to view the humans beyond her dome. She was sealed within so she could only know things she was told about. So Nilly was hardly knowledgeable about the outside world. Nilly seemed in quite the cheerful mood. "I can't answer that, I mean your the first person not a Nyx to be let in! I guess it's because Nyx are creatures that don't feel lust, so they won't try to attack me. If I had to guess they want me to eat you. Though it won't happen, I mean humans are yucky you taste like dirt! Oh! No offense though!" Nilly explained likely the reason she thought Marcus was brought in. Though there was always the other reason, she was a succubus after all. However that would be awkward to bring up for sure. His question about the dome had Nilly looking around. "Well no, there's other here, Byakko, Genbu, Seriyuu, Suzaku, there's plenty of animals all around, the lake is full of fishies, and birds migrate in so this place isn't just for me. It's a sanctuary for anything that wants to escape the dangers of the outside world! For I am the heroine of nature, the guardian of all things that live within the wilds, for I will grow beautiful forests and lakes, all over the world!" Nilly proclaimed puffing out her chest with pride.

Hearing a demon call herself a 'heroine' and a 'guardian' more clues of why she was considered defective. Yet she hunched over very 'unlady like.' "If they would stop cutting down the trees outside my dome, but nooo! Daddy hates green! So many tree's what are we elves? No were demons we should live in barren lands devoid of life where life is a constant struggle to encourage strength. Not this colorful land of trees, plants and fluffy creatures! Whats wrong with trees, plants and fluffy creatures huh!? I mean there cute and it makes it so we don't have to keep fighting these stupid wars. Who needs total strength it doesn't lead to anything but being locked up like some bird in a cage! I mean so what I sent big brother Vergath flying into a valcanic region, he came back fine! And it was brother N'zoth's fault for trying to destroy my sand castles when I was playing on the beach when I was little! How was I supposed to know kicking him with that much magical power would send him skipping across the sea to the other damned continent!" Nilly began to rant and rave seeming to vent her frustrations. Byakko quietly left, not really wanting to deal with Nilly in one of her rants. this left Marcus to witness the child like tantrum of a young woman who seemed like she was both spoiled and not. However if what she said was true, Marcus was dealing with someone who literally tossed her royal sibling's around like they were nothing. Truth be told Nilly would be considered the strongest of the king's children, except all her magical powers was devoted to positive things such as growing plants. Panting as she hunched over after her rant. "Sorry about that Mary, I have been stuck in here for the last eight hundred years with only Nyx to talk to that can talk back. Do you realize how annoying it is to talk to a Nyx? They can't lie to me so they have to be honest and there totally irritated when they tell the truth, it's honestly better talking to something that can't talk back then them." Nilly stated plainly she hardly seemed like a demon, though clearly she was. The air she gave off and her actions seemed far more human then black hearted creature.
 
Marcus was a little taken back by Nilly's rant finding it odd that he did seem to agree with her on most of her points that she made about the way her father wanted things. he never thought the day would come when he agreed with a demon but it was clear that Nilly the Guardian of Nature was no average demon. yet despite finding common ground with her he was still hesitant around her as her power were vastly greater then any demon he had faced before now."No offense taken. I wouldn't know myself cannibalism is frowned upon in most kingdoms." Marcus said back a bit sarcastically as he still kept his guard up around her.

He had let her rather blunt words go as she seemed like she didn't know better but he couldn't let one thing go and that was the only thing that tied him to his old life. His name was all he had and he wasn't going to let some demon strip that away from him no matter how much they agreed upon. I'm Marcus, not Mary." He said a bit sternly though his new voice and body seemed to make it hard to take him seriously. "You have me now since I'm not going to be a meal for you." He added trying to balance a fine line of appealing to Nilly mostly out of fear and trying to maintain his old self.

Though as he stood there with her he found his eyes gazing downwards every so often taken in the curves of her body. He shook his head a bit absent mindlessly as he wasn't use to lustful thoughts as being a knight was his life. But now he had nothing to fight and was trapped in a prison with the most gorgeous creature he seen and only his values stood in the way of the lustful thoughts invading his mind. Even as he tried to leave her to explore more something was compelling him to stay close to her.
 
"Really? I was sure that humans still ate each other fairly regularly. Then again last time I was outside this stupid bubble you all were still living in mud huts and using spears and rock tools." Nilly admitted that the last time she had left her dome had been before current civilization. If it had to be guessed at she had been in this dome for well over a few thousands of years. Demons tended to be long lived but if this implication was right that meant demons depending on race and strength could live for a near indefinite amount of time. This would not bode well as it meant demons specializing in infiltration assuming not caught and killed could puppet organizations and kingdoms from the insides for who knew how long. Nilly raised a eyebrow at the protest to what he was called. Well Marcus was a males name and if she had to guess by the magical pattern on her back she had been one as well. Nilly shrugged however not much she could do. "I would say get used to being called 'Mary' because that is as close to a male name as your going to be able to get from now on. My father has a bit of a obsessive compulsion when it comes to his runes. The magic rune on your back affects those around you as well. While I can say the name 'Marcus' when not referring to you but if I were to say, hey Mary go over there or something, Marcus would turn into a feminine name and since im aware of it I was able to choose as close to Marcus as I could." Nilly explained watching her as she explained her mouth movements didn't match the name that came out. She lipped Marcus but it came out as Mary. Nilly chuckled at his next comment however. "We have each other would be far more accurate." Nilly retorted watching as Marcus attempted to leave yet something drew him to remain.

One would assume it was the rune but that was far from the truth. Nilly's very nature did, she was a succubus her very existence was like a magnet. Marcus would find he could only be released should she permit it. It was why it was advised to kill a Succubus as quickly as possible from a distance. "Go ahead and explore the dome as you wish Mary, this will be your home from now on. Considering if I let you out your going to be instant food for the demons outside no matter which way toy go. To the east the dome reaches out to the beach, fish's and animals can come and go as they please. Even the demons outside dare not try to attack my pets that come and go. So food is plenty, the beach is quite nice. The bit of mountain range you can see is also within my dome's control up to it's peak. To the lake leads out from my home to the west edge, to the north is a very dense jungle like forest, and here in the south is a more light forested area. Im sure you will get used to the lay of the land. Considering the fact that you won't die within the next few hundred years unless killed." Nilly stated suggesting something ominous, a human was lucky to live one hundred years. To live longer was inhuman, and raised the question of what she meant. However it was likely something to do with the rune on his back.
 
Marcus let out a small groan as he listened to Nilly try and explain the mix up with his name. At first it just seemed like she was mocking him though as he listened carefully he was able to follow along as she pointed out that it as her father's doing. It seemed lie such a petty ting to include but it hit him hard as he would be Mary from now on. Or at least until he was able to get out of this dome. "Okay Mary it is then."Marcus said a bit defeated as he wasn't going to push the issue further as that would just make him more upset.

This was just turning out to be a series of unfortunate events as Marcus listened to her explain the layout of the land. It seemed big enough were if needed he could not have to be near Nilly which might be for the best since he felt a compulsion to be around her. The dome was his prison but also his protector as he had yet to test the fighting prowess of this new body. But even if he was allowed to leave he would have to fight through the entire demon kingdom just to get back home. And that was assuming he could make it more then ten feet without getting killed or worse raped by the demons working on the edge of the barrier."I'm gonna go explore." Marcus said a bit of sadness and defeat lingering in his voice as everything was bringing him down today. he wasn't usually one to let his emotions affect him but this was all too much at once.

Her fianlly words kept ringing in his ears as he headed off to the beach area his only hope of leaving here was that humans didn't live long. But hearing her say that he would be around for a few hundred years only meant two things. That he had or would be turning into a demon despite rejecting the king's offer. Or that this place had a magic to it that would prolong his life.Either way he wasn't thrilled with the increase of his life stuck in this form. After wandering for a while he crashed on the beach laying down in the sand as he stared off in to the distance. He tried to think of a way to disrupt the barrier or escape but his mind was still flooded with lust for Nilly. Now matter how hard he tried to concentrate he couldn't think of anything else.
 
Nilly shrugged as Marcus walked off. Not much she could do for the human, he was stuck here as much as she was. His suspect of becoming a demon despite rejecting the offer and that this place prolonged his life were both true. This place extended the life spans of all inside it, as time moved slower within the dome. Minutes turned to weeks, hours into months, and so on. Nilly didn't want to tell this to Marcus, but time slowed within but if he were to leave without being a demon the rapid acceleration of time would fling him into to the future. As it stood outside not even a second had passed. However Nilly would explain it in time but for not it seemed better to let Marcus adjust to the dome. Stretching with a pleased 'mmmm!' Nilly trotted of along the lake's shore back home. She had enough swimming for today and she had to get a place for Marcus to stay ready.

It was clear upon meeting Marcus that 'eating' her was not the only reason she was sent. It was likely a either or and Nilly knew it was only a matter of time before Marcus would not be able to hold back. Marcus would come to soon realize there was no escaping Nilly's aura within the dome. The trees were saturated with it, the entire dome was made out of her aura. Out at the beach the sound of moving water of something breaking the waters surface would alert him something was coming. The black scaly head of a serpent rose out of the water. It was clear even escape from the sea would be ill advised. However as the beast rose higher and higher out of the water it seemed it wasn't the main body. The head of a massive turtle broke the water raising as the serpent seemed to come out of it's body and moved of it's own will. It was Genbu another of Nilly's guardians, the great beast seemed to be making a straight line for Marcus yet no hostility could be sensed.

The beast settled down near him nestling into the warm sand. "Greetings young one, long has it been since a child of man has entered this place. What is a young man like you doing here? Well perhaps young woman would be more accurate to the situation. I presume the king of demons has sent you as a consort of Lady Nilly?" The beast spoke, it didn't seem like it was speaking more projecting a voice from it's thoughts. Marcus likely would of noticed with Byakko but neither beast gave the sense of a 'demon' as he would know the feeling a demon gave off. These creatures felt different, stronger, more natural as if there existence was no different then the forest that surrounded them.
 
Marcus glanced up as he heard the water shifting giving way to the black serpent that was moving towards were he was laying on the beach. He sat up as to not strain his neck and could tell the creature meant no harm and was likely another pet of sorts that Nilly had here in the dome. As it 'spoke' to him it made Marcus a bit uneasy as he wasn't used to such magical methods or beast as he didn't get the vibe of demon from this thing.

"Yes against my will. Both emotionally and physically." Marcus replied speaking his words as he wasn't sure if thinking a response back to the beast would allow him to hear his thoughts."Punishment for not joining his side." He added as he looked at head of the serpent and then to the lower head not sure which one had spoke to him. Even despite having a new creature in front of him his thoughts and mind remained focused on Nilly as he could feel his body craving her touch with each passing second. He had hoped time away from her would ease it but it seemed to have no effect.

He angrily slammed his fist into the sand the motion causing his new massive chest to bounce a bit, which only served to tease himself more. "I don;t suppose you know how I can get out or break this rune on my back?" Marcus asked lifting up his dress to show the creature. It was a long shot but he needed some good news to make this day better.
 
Genbu laughed like a hearty old man at his words. That sounded about right, it didn't seem like he was laughing at Marcus but rather that he still had some sass to him. "I am not surprised, the king is a being with petty spite. Most demons are like that. Nilly is a unique in that respect." Genbu admitted he wasn't surprised he was here against his will, however it didn't change the purpose of him being here no matter how much he might desire it so. Genbu did not seed to see the seal but did not say anything about it. "I know how to break the seal, but I am afraid I will not do so Child of man. For to break that seal would cost the lives of many people." Genbu stating turning the lower head to face him. The serpent lowered it's head as well to look at Marcus. The glow of the primordial magics in there glowing yellow and blue eyes. The sense this was a being more ancient then anything else. A sort of calm patience emanated from it.

"That rune is a ancient thing one that binds a person, yet it requires a font of power to remain functioning. You Child of man are as much a part of this dome as the magic guarding it is. That rune connects you to the font that powers the magic here. To break it there is but four ways. For the font dry up and the magical dome to vanish, for the font to die out, or for the seal it's self to truly be broken. If the seal is broken you will be erased from all existence young one. The last possible is the font powers down this dome as it will cut the flow of power to the rune. As for the font of power, I would not expect either of those things to happen. For you cannot attack the font, let alone kill it with that on your back." Genbu explained that there was truly no escape. What it implied about destroying the rune ceased him to exist. Genbu wondered if he would realize that meant every event he took part in as a knight, he would be erased from, future would be changed. The course of events all would change. Genbu was not a being that would alter fate no matter how beneficial it would be for it. Genbu rose it's heads back looking out to the sea. "Ease your worry's Child of man, your fate may not be as cruel as you imagine it. I ask you the question now, does becoming a demon truly mean you have to be like them? Does loosing your manhood mean you are any the less honorable of a person? Perhaps you merely need to look at the here and now and ask yourself what can you do now, while you are trapped here and what you can gain. For being a demon would grant you a long life and if you so desired the path of bloodshed to protect humans. There is no saying that you may be able to in the future again as a demon." Genbu was merely stating things of it's perspective. It did not see humans as good or evil and neither were demons. Marcus was fated to become a demon eventually, he would constantly be around Nilly's aura and it would be a eventual however thanks to Nilly's disposition it did not mean that he would share in the demons dark habits. It seemed Genbu was in truth trying to help Marcus relax a little and just enjoy his time here as best as he could.
 
Marcus only listened trying to cool down a little as the ancient being further explained how he would be stuck in here for a long time. It made sense that he wouldn't be able to kill the source of power her as the rune on his back curbed his thoughts and actions. And it was something the king had thought of and made sure was impossible for the former knight. The last option was one he wouldn't consider even if Genbu was willing to erase him from the timeline, all he had left was his legacy of Marcus the knight now that he was Mary the consort. Though his kind tended to disprove of magic he was aware of it's effects and the negatives that came with such powerful spells.

The ancient one did have a point as he tried to shift Marcus's thinking away from the black and white sides he had placed demons and his own kind in. Nilly was proof that demons could be cheerful and happy creatures who don't strive for death and conquest. But he suspected ones like her were few and far between. And likewise the castle's jail cells were proof that his kind was not only righteous and pure like himself. Still the changes done to him were not only physical but mental as well as everything he felt since being changed was foreign to him. "That depends on how I lose my humanity. If the king is as petty as you say it's unlikely he would have changed me into a demon and allowed me freewill to fight back against his kind. I'm sure he is not foolish enough to give enhanced strength and powers to someone who wants him dead." Marcus replied showing that he saw his point. But that was in a vacuum free from the pettiness of the king.

"I know my honor has not changed and if given time I could retrain myself back to my old self. But you are only seeing what they changed and not feeling it like I am. This new form is distracting and constantly clouding my perception and thoughts with lust. Something that is new to me and has only started once I was changed even before coming here and being effected by the magic in this dome. He's gone so far as to strip me of me name and force the thoughts of a whore on to me. ' You will bear the Gladavir curse' is what he called it." Marcus continued getting upset as he was basically losing control of everything and there was nothing he could do but watch from the sidelines. "even if I lose my humanity here slowly there is no guarantee that my body won't be too soft and addicted to lust to do so." He finished and began to walk away heading towards the mansion as he had enough of talking to the ancient creature.
 
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