Corruption of Souls

Ch.107

We all sat around a table in the command tent just behind the designated safety lines established by the Ghosts and Chasers. The area was barren desert with brown yellow sand and tall red buttes and mesas. It was like the Australian Outback collided with the Mojave Desert and both failed to bring any of their shrubbery with them. This was the Badlands.

The largest of these free-standing mesas was at least as large as Uluru in Willow’s homeworld. It was carved in Hellish runes and had a prominent cave system. It was all over this glorified and corrupted monument to Hell’s presence that most of their forces were congregated. It didn’t help that the Badlands were dotted with smaller mesas and even more buttes, providing plenty of hard cover from the air and ground. This FOB wasn’t even past the first few layers of the outer defenses Hell had established and the poison mist clinging to the air wasn’t helping since the demons seemed to scoff at such mortal chemical warfare.

“Well, what’s the plan?” We asked the group before us. This included the boys, Twilight, Visilia and Urta. Despite our pleading, Urta wasn’t just here, she was the one leading the Guard. They were initially poorly equipped to handle such brutal warfare, but the UAC provided the locations of their equipment caches in the face of sending our troops to their deaths. They may have broken many laws, but evil the UAC were not. Besides, it turns out the several battalions-worth of armor and weapons were meant to be shipped out weeks ago anyway, but you can’t ship something if you’re behind bars and your company is currently government property.

“We’re still getting information, but Hell’s forces seem to have set up in the cave systems. It’s big enough for all vehicles and troops. They’ve also erected gates to block us as they fortify more, using other mesas and buttes as buffers around their main base.” Visilia said as she looked over the map, provided by swift pegasus scouts who were unassailable from their lofty perches up in the clouds, but thus unable to do more than observe and provide sit-reps.

“Anything else?” We asked warily. It sounded like Hell was quite well entrenched for a non-standard opponent. They may have weapons, but they’re more melee-focused and clearly see reliance on ranged weaponry as a sort of weakness, at least in the cases of their warriors compared to their cannon fodder.

“We’ve found what was used to make the portal, the Griffin outpost was nuclear powered. They called it ‘The Deadly Magic Rock’. This power source was used to try and make portal tech based on old magic. On one test they didn’t set any coordinates and linked with Hell. This place is old too, far older than the modern Griffin Empire. We have a suspicion that the griffins just found it one day and took over.” Visilia further informed us and We joined everyone in groaning.

“So the Griffin Empire are idiots? Might explain why they didn’t report this to anyone, like they think they’re a global superpower that can get away with not mentioning a world-endangering event going on because they fucked up.” Why do We feel like that’s rather poignant to Willow’s homeworld?

“Yep. Leave it to eggheads to think they’re so smart, when really they’re the biggest softboiled idiots around when it comes to sense. From the investigative reports, there’s traces of Equestrian magic involved. My guess is our old pals are involved in that bit. I wouldn’t be surprised if they decided to call in gullible griffins to meddle in things that proper Equestrians or Saddle Arabians would have nothing to do with.” Urta theorized and it seemed sound enough.

“So those pricks are the reason this place is filled with demons.” We snarled as We thumbed the handle of our hardlight hammer, a magitek weapon that was lightweight and collapsible, but held firmer than nearly any metal. How Andre made it, We have no possible way of understanding. All We know is it uses Argent and that’s enough. “Good thing the kids are far away from here.”

“We also have these.” Urta used the magic holographic table to display an image of a griffin with a hole in it’s head, along with flying skulls around it. “These soldiers number in the hundreds guarding the gates. Their numbers are growing along with species I don’t even recognize.”

“Boys?” We asked the Doom Marines worriedly, looking between them all.

“This is new to us. They aren’t like their normal zombification processes or their other advanced variations. I’m not even sure what they can do, so be cautious when engaging them and report whatever you find from your encounters.” Collateral replied while the others nodded their heads.

“Is there anything else we should know? Because if not, we should get moving.” Berserker questioned impatiently, which I could understand. The sooner this force is routed, the sooner Hell ceases to be an immediate problem for us. At least, for the locals who live here.

“There is also a murder mobile of an Ice Cream truck attacking everything in sight.” Urta reported in bemusement as she brought up a vehicle Willow knew well.

“Sweet Tooth, driven by the psychotic murder-clown Needles Kane, a monster tormented by a Hellish Curse. Just peachy. Avoid him for now, but if we kill him quickly we’ll have an easier time.” Why does bullshit like this seem to pop up at the worst times?

“Clown?” Visilia asked in bemusement and We sighed in resignation.

“It’s a guy from the game series Twisted Metal. This might just be a pony that somehow became Needles Kane, but whatever, he’s a madman and needs to die ASAP.” We insisted.

“Um...yeah that’s everything now.” Urta nodded while looking at the truck.

“Right, let’s get going. Urta, you’re leading the Knights and will be our SIC as We join the Guard.” We then left the tent and grew in size to our preferred 12-foot tall combat body, which our armor could easily contain and protect from the noxious poison in the air. “You’ll each be commanding your personal divisions, right?”

“Of course.” Visi nodded her head.

“Good.” We left to meet the soldiers We would most likely lead to their deaths this day. Hell was not going to pull any punches, so We hoped we trained our regulars well.

(<3)

A round from a Possessed Soldier killed a corporal by punching through his visor while We fired a hailstorm of bullets from Jack’s Slag Infinity on the mindless zombies. “Dammit! Pillar, what does your end look like? We just got past the damn research lab and We know Hunter is searching the place inside out, what about you?”

“About as much as you expect, but we’re making progress.” He told us over the comms.

“That’s good. Better than us.” We huffed behind cover as our armor burned from Hellish Argent Plasma. “We’ve lost about a tenth of our soldiers moving through here.” We knew the number would be much worse if not for the Guard using the UAC environment-sealed armors.

“Ma’am, a huge fucker just burrowed out of the ground!” A Private yelled while his sergeant gave orders and We provided suppressing fire on the enemy.

“We think We’ve found one of those new units. It’s some giant worm creature!” We said while still connected to Pillar moments before one of our men fired a cannonball from his UAC trick weapon, blasting the thing apart. However the hole in the earth it made immediately had imps pouring out of it.

“They’re making more tunnels in the cave system!” Someone shouted in realization as everyone responded to the sudden influx of enemy reinforcements.

“Boys, did you hear that?! Watch out for the worms! They’re some Hellish variant of Zerg Nydus Worms!” We warned everyone through the comms.

“I’m hunting the cunts!” Runner screeched out over the Comms as a worm came tunneling out with him on its back, before tunneling back underground. “C’mon you stupid bitch, take me to your nest!”

“I’ve got my own problems here! I just lost over three hundred Crusaders!” Berserker reported and We felt absolutely poleaxed. What could’ve done that?! “Wait...I think I see-!”

“Shit, we lost contact with him! Someone get ‘em back online!” Collateral ordered over the sounds of gunfire from his end. He was leading a mechanized unit and the machine guns were firing so much it was like listening to chainsaws through the earpiece.

“We’re trying sir, but we can’t pick them up! It’s like they disappeared from the face of the planet!”

“Alright, they won’t be using them for much longer.” We said before a caustic mortar blast from a group of Cyber-Mancubus took out one of our Lieutenants from the concussive force, the acid steaming on his armor, but his head was at an entirely unnatural angle. “Urta damn it! Everyone, fall back to cover!” We’d just taken that ground too!

“We’ve been pinned for half an hour here Ma’am! Maybe we should turn back!” A Private suggested.

“And expose ourselves to the artillery?” We asked sarcastically, but our fury cooled when the living artillery demons began bursting open like over-filled balloons with no overtly obvious means of detonation.

“We’ve got you covered, Wiatr.” We heard Hunter’s ‘voice’ within our mind, allowing us to understand that he and/or his Ghosts were providing sniper support for us.

“Thanks.” We then silently breathed a prayer to Urta for continued fortune in this battle before leading the push forward to break the line of Imps, Possessed and Unwilling sent forth to fulfill their duty as cannon fodder. We brandished our hardlight hammer and started pulping them with sheer force in defiance of their clawing, biting and shooting. We pushed through and our forces rallied behind us. That push seemed an eternity to us, but it was only half a mile.

“Alright, We need to rest. Time for an FOB people! This box canyon cutting through this mesa here is good, set up a perimeter!” We ordered and began to wind down for a rest. From this new position, we were twelve miles from Satan’s Stone, the name given Hell’s stronghold. So far this was the safest place to put up a base for a regroup.

It took an hour and about two waves of Hell’s forces to get the FOB up, but once done we had a defensible position to regroup and rest. For the most part. We still had to be on the watch for portals and worms, but from the reports of Runner’s group, they were wiping out the nest. Berserker was still missing, including his unit.

As for the canyon, it didn’t have much to begin with other than a few graves with dead lizards carved into the wall. This might have been filled with Undead before Hell showed up with their soul stealing and their own version of zombies. We actually feel bad for the Undead here, even if they would have just attacked us on sight. They serve Hell now as renewable Unwilling fodder.

“At least we can treat our men.” We sighed aloud when Collateral walked over. “Hey, lover, whats up?” We asked as We shrunk down and sat in a chair to relax, not having much else to do right at the moment, thank gosh. We may be the field commander here, but when it comes to logistics that’s up to more experienced folks used to these sorts of formations.

“I’m taking a rest while the armoured division settles into position.” Collateral answered with a thumb over his shoulder at some tanks and mechs filing into the football-field sized canyon, the walkers traversing the walls to set up on top of the mesa. Curse these mesas and buttes making aerial support logistically unsafe, along with Hell’s anti-air batteries all over Satan’s Stone.

“Good. Our guys took a hell of a beating making a path for them.” We huffed with a look at the medical tents. Those that were not outright killed were being treated there, the groans and cries of pain heard through the camp. Most of our soldiers were in that tent or guarding the top of the walls of the canyon. Thankfully we brought along dimensionally expanded canisters with healing milk. “Hopefully our reinforcements are right behind you so we can provide support.”

“They should be, if the enemy hasn’t flanked them.” Collateral stated as he retrieved a flask. The scent when he opened it wasn’t alcohol We think.

“That’s our concern. How are the others doing?” We asked when We stood and stretched a bit and watched some scouts report to their officers. “We know a bit about Runner and Berserker.”

“Pillar has already fortified his position, Hunter is doing reconnaissance and Slayer is pushing further in to attract their attention. Still nothing on Berserker or his forces, we’re not picking them up anywhere on the planet.” Collateral answered us, reminding us that Todd had become known as Slayer due to being even more efficient at slaughtering monsters than the siblings. Whether or not any of them are offended by this has yet to be seen. Still, We worry about Berserker. “Speaking about our family, where’s the VIP?”

“Urta ran off with her Knights to investigate a potential underground advance. The sexy idiot didn’t even consider letting the troops do it, she just went off all willy-nilly like it was no big deal.” We huffed in agitation. She may be the Goddess of War, but that doesn’t excuse her being reckless! If anything, she should’ve seen the tactical benefit of knowing when to stay back.

“Don’t worry too much. On another note, did you notice something different with some of the Demons? It looked like some of them were wearing armour?” Collateral questioned, sounding rather uncertain.

“Yes. These armored enemies are most of the reason why our soldiers were having such trouble.” Demons are bad enough, but whatever inspired them to start wearing armor, even giving the Possessed and Unwilling some meager protection, it had been a force multiplier in combination with their brutal bull rush tactics.

“This is bad.” Collateral groused as he sloshed around his flask. Seriously, that isn’t booze, what is it? It smells fruity.

“We know.” We rubbed our shoulders tiredly before We belatedly remembered We’re slime, so We morphed to goo and back to undo our muscle fatigue.

“They’re actually using strategy and tactics. Usually they just rush in, balls-to-the-wall.” Collateral mused and while Hell was still doing that a lot, they seemed to be more intelligent about when and where to rush their lines.

“Like the worm tunnels. Something is in charge now.” Usually even Barons and Knights rushed in. So it can’t just be them. There are a lot of them, sure, but the orders We’d heard them shouting seemed out of character for their normal tactics.

“We may be dealing with a Cyberdemon or Tyrant. Maybe even a Spider Mastermind. Whoever they are, they’re not half-assing it with that rune-powered armor. Thankfully, even if it’s buffing the speed of Imps, the strength of Barons and Knights and the resilience of Possessed and Unwilling, we have the weapons and the skills to take them down.” Collateral rambled on while taking sips of his fruity drink.

“This is their main invasion point. They’re not randomly opening up portals and scouting good targets anymore.” We remembered, back when half of us were gallivanting around as adventuring archeologists. Well, one was, the other just stuck to her like a lovesick puppy. Daring and Willow had seen Hell scouting the Iron Keep. Thankfully that incursion must have failed, because there haven’t been reports of further Hell Invasions from the north.

“It seems those traitorous pencil-necks did a lot of work lately. These runes look like perverted Equestrian magic.” Collateral commented, bringing us out of our trip down memory lane to see he was holding a fragment of the enemy’s armor.

“Just more reasons to kill those bastards.” We grumbled and watched as the first Company of tanks settled around the rim of the canyon. It would be foolish to have all of the armored units centralized in one easy-to-sabotage location, so having them spread out would ensure our position could be covered on all sides, even if it was a logistical nightmare for the engineers.

“Yep. Well, I better get back to work.” Collateral drained his fruity flask and turned to leave. “See you after this is all done, yeah?”

“Yeah.” We replied easily, hoping to spend more time with him. Out of all of the Doom Siblings, Collateral is the one We’ve spent the least amount of time with. Let’s hope those plans stick.

(<3)

We ripped our Hard Light hammer out of the fractured earth to flick the pulpy mess of an Imp off of it and sighed at the sight of the caves ahead where hundreds more rushed forth. “It’s like trying to kill ants with a spray bottle of vinegar. They just keep coming.” We snarled before We sprayed bullets from our Infinity into the line of lightly armored enemies to protect a group of guards trying to hold the line. They nodded at me and made to reload and prepare for the next wave.

We sighed and rubbed our left shoulder while we took in the scene around us again. We wanted to kill the griffin king for this poison because of the puddles, residue and gases of poison that had rapidly developed in this already blighted land. It would take decades to clear it all even with the Coven. Worse, this was aiding Hell’s attempts to convert our world for themselves. Whatever Hell had planned, they seemed to be enjoying the poison as time went on.

For the most part, the boys and Slayer were culling them not far from the gate with their forces. To be specific, Pillar and Runner who had flanked the demons using their own tunnels and portals. This was supposed to stem the tide of monstrosities, but they still kept coming from portals or otherwise. With Berserker and his forces still missing, things had become complicated.

“About Urta-damned time. Speaking of which, that vixen is going to be the death of us with worry.” We huffed to ourselves and watched Pillar brutalize demons to the point that the enemy couldn’t sustain their presence in the field once he beheaded the last Baron of Hell with his old Warhammer that gleamed red like blood. “By Urta, that was good to see. Good thing you guys took the worm tunnels.” We huffed and shrunk the hardlight hammer back to the size of an escrima stick. “Any news on the Portal?”

“We’re getting close, but it’s heavily fortified.” Runner answered while he dusted himself off. “Vehicles won’t be able to move forward with all the choke points around Satan’s Stone, but once we get past all of that we’ll be able to shut the portal down. Of course, there’s the scientists that are probably waiting for us.”

“Fantastic.” We scoffed and holstered our hammer’s handle on our left thigh and Infinity on our right while Runner’s Chasers rushed back down into the tunnels to continue their work. “It’s been about what, six days of this?” We complained, because Sun Tzu was right: War really is the biggest waste of time and resources. Our frustration was interrupted by a familiar hand grabbing our tail armor pressing against our side down by our hip, considering We were still 12 feet tall.

“Yeah, though it’s not like we can just let demons rush in and take over.” Urta huffed as she rubbed the curve of our armored ass while drawing attention to the fact that parts of her armor had torn off, but it was still functional for this fight. It was obvious that patches had been placed with Repair Powder, which given time would fully fix it like if Andre had done it. Then again, even without armor Urta was nearly invincible since she was still super-pregnant and thus super-powerful, she had no injuries despite the armor damage.

“Yeah, but this was mostly a waste of resources and men. In six days we may have slaughtered whole legions of demons, but we’ve only covered the relatively short distance from the edge of this region to the outer layer of defenses for Satan’s Stone.” We huffed while Pillar took over fortifying the entrance to Satan’s Stone that had been secured. Most of the boys were occupied with preparing the next assault while Todd rushed in behind the scouts. We haven’t seen Visilia since day two, our future wife had better be okay.

“That’s War babe. Bloody, stupid, and-oof!” Urta grunted as her free hand flew to her armored abdomen and she leaned on our hip. “Guh…”

“Are you okay?!” We yelped and grabbed her shoulder.

“I’m fine, I’m fine! It was just a really hard kick from several dozens of tykes at once. I’d offer to let you feel, but I don’t feel comfortable letting the belly out right now.” Urta replied as she got her breath back, running her hand up and down her armored flat tummy. “It doesn’t help that I’m all riled up from being in constant combat. I fucking love this babe. My War Aspect is driving me nuts.”

“That’s understandable.” We sighed in relief and pet her head, even if she had her helm on. “Come on, let's rest in a tent. The boys seem to be able to fight forever, but the rest of us need to rest to perform well.” We both envy, yet do not envy the nigh-endless stamina the siblings had when it came to combat. We may be Undead, but damn it, We’re still subject to the limitations of our Stamina!

“Yeah, You thought I was giving birth didn’t you?” Urta chuckled wryly with mischief in her eyes.

“Well, since you’re finally letting those precious presents inside of you out lately...” We blushed and looked away from her. We really wanted to go see those newborns. Damn Hell and their cruel Murphy-level sense of timing!

“Babe, I can control when I give birth thanks to the Womb Wards led by Conger. I’m not about to pop on the battlefield unless I choose to. Which I won’t.” Urta’s eyes shone the bright turquoise of said dangerous and powerful energy as she groaned and rubbed her tummy. “They’re being really active right now, and I’m so needy babe~...”

“Mrr~, let us help with that. We’re Sex to your Fertility Urta, even if you still insist on sharing a bit of that with us.” We huskily purred down at our wife, who grabbed our hand and with strength defying her size being half of ours, dragged us towards the first tents erected for the final FOB.

“Thank you so much. I need this.” Urta groaned and immediately plopped her sexy firm but big butt onto a cot as she tossed off her armor. The moment her front was free, she moaned and sighed in relief when her belly started bloating out, the surface utterly rippling with movement. Holy hell she isn’t kidding! “Ugh, belly rubs first please?” Urta pleaded, rubbing the massive taut slimy shiny turquoise belly that was easily nearly as tall as she was where she stopped it’s growth. The top of her prodigious pregnancy pressed her tits into her face while her legs were fully spread to accommodate it. Hnng~ she’s so fucking hot~!

“Yes our Goddess.” We husked breathlessly before shrinking down to our usual size so We could worship our wife’s glowing fecundity the way it deserved to be. Thankfully the tent was enchanted to clean poisons away, so We retracted our helm and breastplate to kiss and rub against her womb, pressing our tits into her swell too while We cast more protection and privacy spells on the tent. She cooed and We heard her shaft smack the underside of her belly. “Getting excited down there?”

“Babe, you know damn well that getting attention like this is arousing. Also they’re kicking my prostate, I’m lucky I didn’t pop a boner sooner.” Urta moaned as We felt several kicks from her membrane against our breasts. Heh, not even born and they know where the goods are~.

“Which is why We keep being purely female as our default. Better a plump pussy than a raging rod and balls combined with that.” We chuckled and kissed her Navel Pearl as We rubbed her sides and hugged as much of her as We could. Her hot, gooey membrane was as intoxicating and pleasure-inducing as ever, if not even more potent than usual.

“Oh~ thank you babe. They’re calming down.” Urta sighed in relief as her belly stopped moving, even if We felt many of them pressed against our tits.

“Not an issue, a quarter of them are ours at least.” We purred before We climbed up and over her hill of a belly, then back down to between her tits to give her a kiss and Urta wrapped her arms around our neck, our breasts practically wrestling for space.

“Ahem!” We both jolted and Urta suddenly had her washboard abdomen as we both got to our paws, ready to fight bare-handed, only to breathe out a huff in relief at seeing Visilia at the tent flap looking a mixture of annoyed and amused. “I get you’re both probably tired, but this isn’t the place for passion beyond battle.”

“We know, but we have a small window and we weren’t planning on doing the deed. We needed to calm the pups down.” We lied to Visilia as Urta rubbed her still throbbing-hard cock and had some liquid Argent leak from it with a sheepish grin.

“And that meat mast is likely the result of getting kicked in the prostate?” Visilia asked with a tone of understanding, considering she was pregnant the last time she had male organs.

“Yes~.” Urta moaned as she rubbed herself, eyeing the both of us, her eyes focusing on our tits and hips. “I still have so many Argent souls to rebirth due to my Aspects synergizing with this damn energy too. If only we weren’t attacking Hell-” A worm burst through the floor of the tent, followed by two Knights grabbing our shocked naked wife and pulling her down with a scream of surprise.

“Urta~!” We wailed and jumped down into the hole, pulping a Knight’s chest with our fist. “No!”

“Go! Back to the portal!” The other Knight ordered the giant worm, which had Urta in it’s jaws, our wife wriggling and hurting it while it couldn’t even pierce her membrane. It dutifully hissed and shot down the tunnel.

“Let go of me you damn dirty-!” Urta’s enraged shouts silenced with distance as Visi cleaved both the Hell Knight's arms and legs off.

“Alright you shit-for-brains! Start talking! What have you done with Berserker and where are you taking Urta?!” Visilia demanded as she lifted the demon up by the throat.

“Argh-glk!” The Hell Knight struggled in her grip, hardly able to breathe until Visi loosened up a bit. “Gah! The scientists...created a new...demon. Created from a Baron of Hell, one of them willingly gave himself up and came back different. Stronger, cunning, faster!”

“The very same demon that laid waste to Berserker’s forces? Did you drag them into Hell?!” Visi growled, getting her sword ready to strike the demon down.

“Yes. Soon enough, he will die to the Empowered One and with the Berserker’s blood, we will gain more Empowered Demons! Coupled with that vixen’s ability to generate Argent Energy, we’ll be unstoppable! You can’t-!” The Hell Knight was silenced when Visi drove her sword into its face.

“We’ll see about that!” Visi snarled with fury after she was sprayed in blood and she tapped on her helmet’s comm. “This is Princess Visilia! All units: a demon strike team has abducted the Argent Goddess of War, Strength and Fertility: Urta! They also have Lord Berserker trapped within Hell, fighting off a new demon! Converge on the Hell Portal and take it now! If we do not strike immediately and retrieve them, all is lost!”

“Wait, all the Argent comes from her balls and breasts. We’re going to see them milking her somehow aren’t we?” We asked and our lewd sex-obsessed brain conjured an image of Urta bound up and forced to cum millions of gallons of Argent while her tits are endlessly milked. Also, the image of Hell worshiping Urta’s cock was ridiculous.

“If they don’t somehow rip her to pieces to find the source of it inside her and then make an Archdemon with it.” Visi seethed in disgust and hatred.

“Right.” We snarled before we both rushed down the tunnel. We wished We had Cynder with us right now since this was a prime place to use a flamethrower. We have fire magic due to Willow’s Ahuizotl bits, but only fireballs and other less-sustained spells.

“DoEs MISSTREESS NeEd HEalp?” We heard in our head along with a sensation of wrongness that We contributed to Him and our brother. Also it sounded to the ear as if it was simply repeatedly screeching ‘TEKELI-LI!’

“Hah?” We asked while the two of us came upon a squad of lesser demons, mostly imps.

“Wiatr?” Visilia asked after she kicked a demon in the chest with her booted hoof, leaving a hole. Armored pony hooves were a scary-deadly enhancement of their natural defenses.

“Sorry. Someone other than Hunter is speaking in our head.” We said before yelping when We felt the thing that had been worshiping us from the destroyed Fountain of Endowment in Saddle Arabia, suddenly enter our body! “Ahn~!” We moaned in pleasure, our naked bosom suddenly expanding to fill the tunnel, pressing Visi into the wall to our left side and gushing milk on the other side like a bursting dam. The demons screamed in agony when our holy milk likely melted them alive like acid.

“HAELPING!” Declared the far-too-eager entity currently in our breasts!

“This isn’t helping if we can’t move!” We groaned, wiggling in pleasure behind our wall of breast flesh while Visilia tapped the breast that was smishing her into the wall, but We felt her press into it and even squeeze. Oh no~! Not you too Visi~! We need to get moving!

It giggled madly before it crawled out of our right nipple while our breasts shrunk back to our normal hyper size. It was hard to describe, but the few still breathing demons looked on in horror at the multi-breasted and endowed writhing tentacle thing that looked like some sort of wet dream Slaanesh came up with, considering it still managed to look like a semi-humanoid hermaphrodite despite being composed of dark purple slimy tendrils.

“I don’t think we’re much better off.” Visilia whined while covering her eyes and ears as the thing cackled in it’s repeating cry of ‘TEKELI-LI’ and possessed an Imp by diving right down its throat like the entity was made of liquid, warping it’s body once the few seconds it took to enter passed.

“Creeeee!” The Imp screeched in panic while its body was forced to warp and change into a Mirror of the horror that just jumped into it, one that could be comprehended better at least. “Ah~! It has been ages since she has had a host!” The oversexed tentacle-laden purple-red hermaphrodite woman declared with obscene pleasure, her tentacles sprouting from her back and thrashing the remaining demons with ease while she rapidly began to look more and more like Willow, but with tentacles. “Die! Die for displeasing Mistress!” Screamed the terrifyingly sexy tentacle-Willow as her flesh developed smooth short fur that matched the underlying skin.

“Okay, question, why do you worship Us? You are clearly a bit more powerful than us.” We asked uneasily, having known she had been praying at that destroyed fountain for almost three months now. We hadn’t thought much of it, considering she had been content to simply praise us and wasn’t in any danger, especially since the Coven had turned that area into lush grassland.

“Hm? Why ask such a silly question Mistress? She is but a humble servant in need of a purpose! Many others have joined This One’s Worship of you!” She declared while clearing the way. “Onward! Your brood-bearer and Hellwalker await!” She declared, her voice now sounding like Willow’s too. Mimicry is supposed to be the height of flattery, but We’re just getting weirded out.

“Okay.” We mewled when our servant popped a demon with one of her tentacles and stardust poured from its burst belly. “We think this is good and bad at the same time.” We muttered while Vilisia kept clear of the demon corpses that had stardust pouring out of them.

“Our men should not see that thing. They will go insane.” Visilia commented, her eyes staying away from it, but uneasily kept being drawn to look. Well, she is essentially Willow. Naked. It’s okay to look at her Visi, she may just drive people mad with Lust and-fuck. She really is our High Priestess all of a sudden, isn’t she?

“Sanity is no reward!” The eldritch creature declared in Willow’s voice, making us shudder before We continued to rush down the tunnel until we all had to stop at a junction. “This way! Argent energy is this way!” Our disturbing servant declared, helpfully pointing out a tunnel slightly to the right of forward.

“Nap time.” Hermais groaned after he popped into existence without warning.

“Not the time honey, like every other day this week!” We growled as he hovered at our waist while We continued to run after our useful if scary servant.

“Aw, but…” Hermais’ jaw dropped when he looked upon our servant and she seemed perplexed, blinking as he suddenly appeared before her, as an adult wearing a tuxedo. “Madam. Thou’rt the most ravishing beast of-.”

“Mistress, creature of beauty is addressing her! What does she do?!” The oversexed shoggoth asked in sudden terror, making us and Visi twitch our eyebrows in irritation.

“Agh, do this later!” We groaned and continued to sprint down the tunnel our servant had pointed out. Sure, while it’d be absolutely wonderful if Hermais moved his amorous feelings from us to someone else, now was not the time!

“Call me!” Hermais said before he left a banana into our Servant’s tentacles and poofed away.

“But she doesn’t know how phone fruit work!” The tentacle-fox-thing stated with despair as she kept pace with us and Visi. “How can she call beautiful creature?!”

“He’s our son and We know where he sleeps.” We grumpily replied when we hit another junction full of Pinkies. Both kinds, since there were Pinkamena clones trying to throw a party and the brutal beastly demons oddly not butchering the vapid pink mares, instead somehow letting them put party hats on them.

“Then she will ask later, lead Mistress to her brood and groom!” The unnamed shoggoth declared, cackling as she slaughtered demons while hoisting the mares into the air.

“This day is now more weird than rage inducing.” Visilia complained as she cleaved a Pinky.

“We didn’t ask for a Shoggoth.” We groaned in annoyance before We punched a demon’s chest in, actually wishing We had a pregnancy power-up right now. With Cynder gone We’ve been fighting at 3/4 power. Well, considering Willow on her own is obscenely strong...We think We may be spoiled with having such power available all the time.

“We have random clones of a mare who shouldn’t be near here giggling about ‘fun’.” Visi added on in shared annoyance.

“They could be leftovers from other events unrelated to all of this.” We growled and headbutted a demon’s skull in.

“Mistress! Permission to absorb soulless duplicates?” The Shoggoth asked as she pointed down another tunnel.

“Sure.” We huffed and used some basic ice spells to freeze a Pinky and smashed its head off.

“This way!” The monster declared as the brainless clones literally melted into her tentacles like liquid meat, but didn’t do anything to our servant it seemed.

“Well, let’s hope she’s not running in the wrong direction.” We huffed while giving chase.

“Considering she’s a cosmic horror, I think it’s unlikely she can’t sense Urta’s Argent or Berserker’s Rage.” Visilia commented before we all suddenly bounced off a barrier in the tunnel, us and our Servant more than Visi since we had our busts exposed. It shimmered a burning fiery red on contact and physically burned on impact. Once the ripples faded, it shimmered and became more transparent, explaining why we didn’t notice it.

“Really? Fucking really?!” We roared and began punching at the obstacle in rage.

“She is annoyed! Can’t eat something not there!” Our minion declared in frustration, even hammering her length-changing tentacles against it.

“I think I hear the boys banging against another barrier over the Comms, Slayer’s doing his best to find a key-skull.” Visilia groaned and leaned against the wall of the tunnel with her arms crossed over her chest.

“Perfect. Our beloved wife, who is pregnant with our offspring as well as Cocoa’s, Cadence’s and Shining’s is in the hands of our most hated enemies and We’re stuck playing with our clit.” We simmered as We paced along the barrier, impotently smashing our hammer on it in frustration.

“Knowing Urta, she’ll probably somehow either kill them all, or at least make whatever they try to do really difficult for them. Maybe save Berserker in the process.” Visi declared, clearly trying to calm us and likely herself too. She and Urta have grown very close over time, so this must be just as stressful for her.

“Grr!” We snarled as we looked at the tunnel walls in rage. Knowing those damn eggheads, they probably have this barrier as a sphere going through everything, so trying to dig around would be pointless. “We need a boost or some crap to break this.” We grumbled as our hammer gonged on another impact with the infernal forcefield. If you hit magical hardlight with science hardlight, you get a metal-on-metal sound. Interesting, but pointless to know.

“Wiatr, all we can do is wait until the boys find the barrier’s corresponding skull. These things are a common tactic for Hell’s forces on the defense. A major failing is they need an exterior object like a skull key to maintain it or act as a way for them to come-and-go. Now stop risking Andre’s work.” Visi chided us and We huffily turned off the hammer before putting it back on our thigh holster.

“She is angry She can’t eat it.” Our minion grumbled as she licked the barrier despite how hot it was and We sighed. What were Shoggoth again? She doesn’t seem to be a gelatinous tentacle beast covered in eyes in this form, but then again she’s possessing a demon’s...body…

“Wait, can’t you get through? You’re in a demon body right?” We asked with hope, only for the eldritch creature to tilt her head.

“Hm? This body is Her’s now, it is not a demon’s. Demons are lesser than Her.” She gave in a not-answer and blinked before moving away from the barrier and squeezing her jugs, which began spraying milk. “Mistress? She is not pregnant, why is She lactating?”

“Ugh…” We groaned and prepared to give our new Servant the induction speech to our service.