I Reincarnated into a GOAT?

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The courtyard quiets  down after my newly oathed generals head off to the feast. That and my brides finally sit in the magical fog as I discuss with my Pater new ideas.

My Mater is in her demon goat form laying in the fog, much as I did when I first encountered it. I can tell my Pater wants to sit in the fog as well, but the females are hogging up the space.

"I want to try to combine New First with this level instead of waiting" I broached the idea. It's ultimately my decision, but he has a few thousand years to my three, so I want to hear his thoughts.

"Did the fissures look different or are they the same? Was the magic  different in any way?"

"New Kist was more of a mist flowing out, here it's hovering fog...I feel connected to both" I answered him.

"Filius, this fissure was an unexpected bonus. If you want to combine them now instead of waiting, my suggestion is to gather as much magiculars inside you as possible-and those you want to absorb as well. Only then should you combine the levels. What you are doing is unprecedented. We can only guess at all the changes that will occur as you grow."  My Pater then turned into his demon goat form and laid next to my Mater who shuffled to make room for his large frame.

I had limited the amount of magic coming out of the fissure. I removed the barrier and let the fog spread over the back yard, small trickles spread out further. I hope the gold glitter will fade before the demons feel the magic from the feast. They worked hard today, it would be nice if they were to receive a small token of appreciation.

I don't want my subjects to know about the fissure unless I invite them here, but I also want them to get stronger from the effects. I'm probably worrying for nothing, but I don't want those demons coming near my brides...this new feeling has me off center. Demons care about strength, but each other.

I feel my body getting stronger, the magic infusing the fibers of my muscles.

I now can FEEL why the demons and fae went to war over magic. The fae are hoarding this magic, and if they knew what I was doing...I must complete the prophecy before another war...the demon kin can't afford to lose another war with them. I won't allow us to lose.

I walk inside my room and grab Dawn, who mumbles and snuggles into my arms as I lift her up, the smell of fresh Earthly rain, not demonic rain, is addictive. I can't help sniffing her as I move her with my other brides. I want to feel her tummy, it is weird knowing that she is pregnant with our spawn, which I have not told anyone yet.

My Mater's eyes light up seeing her. She winks at me, and cuddles into my Paters body. Mater's skills are selective, she can see how strong a demon can become, their potential, and on occasion she can foretell the future...but the future is always changing, so she never relies on her visions. I can tell from her look, and the ways she looks down at Dawn's belly, that she is aware of the little spawn.

She took a chance this time and trusted her vision, otherwise she never would have made a new satchel with a room spelled into it...I trust my intuition, she saw this happening.

I transform into my demon goat form and snuggle with my fam, wrapping my body around Dawn's protecting her stomach. Coral and Amber snuggle with us as Coral wraps her tail around us all. For a demon, she is intuitively kind.

This is the first and probably the last time I will spend time with my Parens and my brides together, this Hallmark moment is one that I will cherish.

Dawn, Coral, and Amber have been shown the harem wing. They noticed the lack of beds first.

They didn't complain.

I then showed my Parens their wing, my Pater looked at me with a sardonic smile, it is clearly designed for my Mater. I can tell he approves, but still...I've basically said his other brides aren't welcome, but of course he can spell the wing bigger and I would never say anything.

The soldiers are being trained by my Mater. After she is done, my Pater will train them. Then I will train the elites.

But first, I will combine the two conquered levels.

The pull of both fissures are strong, and I change my spell and incantation to revolve around the magic and then the levels. Hell went from seven levels to five, after today it will be four.

I am making my circle to encompass my home. I don't want my Aladdin Paradise to be destroyed, plus I want the fissures to meld together. I feel they belong together.

Dawn and Amber help me with the circle drawing, the sample is strong even if  we made it with chalk. My internal force is driving me to use my blood, so for the incantation and spell I will use my blood as Dawn and Amber seals it from damage. The large scope of the circle will take me two days to draw and spell, without stopping.

Luck would have it, the magic provides fuel, so I don't need sleep.

I release the spells on both magical fissures with a simple spell, even though I am on a different level from New Kist, I can taste that the spell was successful.

I have the spelling knife that I found in  Kist..Jurg...does it matter? I have added more symbols to the knife making it stronger. Life is good.

I cut into my palm, looking to make sure Amber and Dawn are ready, they smile back at me. I walk over to Amber and give her a quick kiss, tasting her lips and mouth. I then move over to Dawn and lean down to kiss her belly, her eyes light up as I kiss her cheek, nose, then her lips. She opens her mouth to my invasion. Her rain scent explodes as my hands grab her waist. I vow to enjoy my brides when this is all done. I turn around and I begin casting the incantation as I draw the circle.

Six hours later, and demons begin to  surround my abode, the magical fissure has spread far and the demons are feeling it's effects. None will enter my home, no need, they are experiencing a euphoric high like never before. The drugs from Shoakland have nothing on the feeling of absorbing pure magic. I continue spelling without worrying.

They will have a shock of a lifetime when I am done and the two fissures become one.

Twelve hours later and you could call this a political rally, there are about four thousand demons surrounding us as we continue spelling. I'm like a robot, my body keeps moving, and I keep incantanting, but I am drained. I am using more magic than I am absorbing, and yet, I am still the baddest MF here.

Twenty four hours later, the demon count has increased to the hundred thousands. The ones that arrived first have already moved up in their evolutionary scope, I can't wait to see what my soldiers look like after being exposed this long to the magic up close and personal in my home.

Thirty six hours later and Amber has fainted. It is just Dawn and I continuing the circle. I can't allow my mind to wander. Luckily Nate and Tate were nearby, I can't talk or stop the spelling, but they gather her up and take her to my Mater. I feel pride in my chosen generals.

Forty eight hours later and I can see the beginning circle. My hand has stopped healing and I am bleeding freely. The drops do not hinder the circle thankfully, but it is still a hindrance.

Fifty two hours later I am finished. I turn around and catch Dawn before she falls and hand her over to Kyle. I am still verbally spelling, even if the circle is complete. I drink a potion from my Pater and feel my body awakening.

It is time.

I look around at the sea of demons, all in their original forms. I look at myself in my humanoid form, my hooves are bigger, I reach up, so are my horns. The poison is leaking profusely down my back. The demons are all growing and becoming stronger. My beautiful Dawn looks more fae and evil than two days ago. The fae look kind, but Dawn is not fae, her outer appearance is the result of the magical cocoon we were in and the influx of magical fckery she experienced.

I cut my other palm and sling both hands full of blood onto the circle and raise my voice "Duobus fit Unum" instantly the ground begins to shake. I can see the ground rolling in waves as if it is an ocean and not hard packed dirt. The house has a protection spell on it, but I quickly cast another to ensure my brides are safe as they sleep.

Thunder rumbles everywhere and lightning is striking down. The wildlife is loud and demanding.

The demon kin are on their knees.

I feel like puking my guts up-the intense pressure is building. I watch as demon after demon falls. I don't know if they are dead or not, the pressure is that profound.

My thoughts turn to my brides, Coral should be caring for Amber and Dawn. They should be ok. The spawn I didn't want is the first to cross my mind. Surely, the babe will be okay.

I don't know when I began to look at my wives with something other than possession, but as a demon it is uncomfortable.

In my chest I feel a sharp explosive pain then a clicking, like a lock going into place, and the world levels out.  I am out of breath and my body aches, the very joints feel as if they have been stretched like putty.

The fissures have become one. I blink into my backyard to see the finished product. The fissure is the same size, but instead of a golden mist or fog, it is a dribble of water that is forming a small pond, a magical oasis complete with colorful flowers and a magnolia tree rapidly growing before my eyes. The water is a dark gold.

I am too curious not to try, so I lean down on my knees and lower my mouth to the water, sucking in mouthfuls. The magic doesn't have a taste, but it leaves my mouth feeling warm. I can feel the warmth spread throughout my body, and the feeling is so much more powerful than breathing it in.

This magic is stronger. The power radiating from it is sublime. I Parens blink next to me, their orbs glowing brightly as my Mater bends down to taste it as well. I create three cups and fill them for my brides.

I will be able to take this with me on the battlefield, as well as my soldiers.

I have my own fckn magical spring bitches!

I am ready to train my soldiers, then we will go to Lolk.