I Reincarnated into a GOAT?

Tate POV (potions horde)

I hear the call from Lord Justin to head out.

He was meeting with some of the other generals as I worked with his bride Amber to complete the last of the potions and spells for my troop. Luckily those that are already in the final level of hell have everything they need. These last few potions are for my liege and his pater...and myself if need be.

I feel his blood calling mine, so I rush the last few steps and spill my blood on the skein that one of the triplets hand me. Those females are frightening, but so beautiful. All of his brides have unparalleled beauty-Dawn looks like the most beautiful of the Fae, but smells like a demon. The combination is the most desirable of all his brides.

Not that I would ever attempt anything! s**t, I’m not scared of death, but these bitches would torture me on their own. Lord Justin wouldn’t even have to do anything. 

But he would.

I wonder if he has realized yet that even his snake bride was a virgin? She still smells pure. To remain untouched for centuries yet still be strong is unnatural in any case. 

Snake demons only mate once, when their chosen one dies, they die as well.  Other than their instinct to mate once and stay loyal, most don’t realize that the females are born without a hymen.

Perhaps that is why they only mate with one demon...well, except the males. Those bastards are known for their s****l prowess. Before our curse, they would have several snake mates and many nests. 

I hope he learns soon that she was always his, he seems to have a great sense of pride in their pure state. I would too to be honest.

The only p***y I have ever had was well used by several demons.

Though my brother is content with the demoness in the upper level, he can have her. 

For myself, I want a Fae b***h.

Not to torture either.

I want a Fae that looks like Dawn, and if I can coat her in my essence, have her smell like a demon too. The perfect balance of heaven and hell.

I feel Lord Justin push for me once more before my scenery changes and I am in the middle of a city block. Powerful demons are heading towards the East where the smell of Lord Justin is strongest. 

Will they go to fight or to swear allegiance.

Doesn’t matter, he wants souls. 

I look around at the demons, their faces are ecstatic. These guys look as if they would tear out their own souls and hand them over. The message is out-our Savior has arisen. These guys should be scared, they have dominated and oppressed the demons of glory, those that were degenerated and cursed so severely. 

Instead I see hope in the faces of the hopeless.

Demons are known for our torture and killing, but at this point, any being from another dimension would only see benevolence.  This sight is almost more frightening than spending time with Lord Justin’s brides. Almost.

I follow the crowd and see Lord Justin and his pater walking through the masses and finding the strongest souls, then collecting them and throwing the bodies in a pile. 

Those demons are dying with a look of bliss across their faces. Willing sacrifices are acceptable unless it is from the elected president. That person must be taken by force or the spell won’t work. Even if he wants to volunteer, he can’t. 

That is why the person must run for president, only the most selfish and self centered demon can rule the last level of hell.

I send out a link to my soldiers to hold strong and be ready. I then walk over to my liege and hand him some potions from Amber, he opens the lid and his smile expands. I can smell Amber in the potion. That sick b***h added her essence in the potion...as well as the other six. They have just reminded him that he belongs to them and he looks happy as s**t knowing it.

I see some demonesses looking pissed.

Guess their plans have been ruined. Too bad they are now looking at his pater and myself. 

I ignore the thirsty looks and wait for orders. 

In no time we watch as Nate brings the dead president’s head and his soldiers bring the body.

The crowd bends their knees, looks of adoration as they swear allegiance. Then Kyle shows up and the same thing happens with his crowd.

Lord Justin looks so happy at this moment.

His pater jumps down from the pile of corpses as my liege begins to chant and cut his palms. 

The power of this spell drops me to my knees.

I watch as all the demons are lying down, but only Nate, Kyle and myself are able to stay on our knees. His psychotic pater is still standing, but the look on his face is tense.

Each chant of the spell causes pain. I watch as several demons disintegrate, their bodies turning to ash and blowing away.

The pile of dead are flaking away as well.

My hand is shaking as I reach into my bag and pull out a protective potion. I bring the burning liquid to my mouth just as my fingers begin to burn and my flesh dries out. The spell is even killing me. I look for more potions and toss it over to Nate and Kyle.

Hopefully they can catch it in time. The pressure is building when my eardrums explode. I can feel the blood oozing down my neck, all sounds are gone, a sea of red is before me as blood leaks from my eyes. I look around, half the demons are now gone, the other half are screaming in pain.

I then realize that I am screaming as well...even though I can’t hear my screams, my throat is tearing apart and I can taste my blood pouring down. 

Thankfully the asphalt embraces my body as I lose consciousness. 

***

Pain as if I was put through a shredder welcomes me as my eyes finally open. 

I am back in Ashehall, but it is no longer the same. The asphalt is gone, figures since Lord Justin can’t stand it. He likes nature.

I roll over onto my back and watch the Fae descend.

I look over at the side and see that two Fae are walking towards me, their weapons already bloodied. 

I guess naptime is over.

I try to stand but my body is jelly. 

Ah...death is ok too, but first, I will take a few Fae out with me. This is a vow that my brother and I promised each other. 

I look around for Nate and see him getting up on his knees, his intensity gives me strength. If that asshole can stand up, I can too.

The thought is a lot easier said that done. 

I feel the sword pierce my chest as the Fae twists the metal, piercing my heart.

The pain is negligible, not even worth mentioning after surviving the spell and chant from Lord Justin completing Hell. 

I must look weak laying here on the ground as the Fae come to surround me. I didnt’ do enough in this battle, I close my eyes once more. 

I will not go quietly into this end. I force the last of my will to my limbs just as I see Nate tear the head off the Fae that is stabbing me. 

I  kick another Fae, causing him to land on top of me, I rip his throat out with my teeth and begin to down his blood in huge gulps.

Instantly my wounds are healed and my power is returned. I stand next to my brother and face the twenty Fae that thought we were weak.