I Reincarnated into a GOAT?

2 Generals More

It was time to begin training, and looking for two more generals. After finding Fraz and promoting him to general from the elite force, it would be best to find the other two in the same method. Pondering over this, I decided to hold a small battle with my elite force...I still think it would be badass to have a giant for a general. I have this vivid image of him pissing in my 'uncles' face from my previous life. Waterboard that MFer!.

The only issue...I went from six elite forces to sixteen, then I took one away...I need seventy seven in my elite force...eleven per general.

In Hell, the number's needed for a horde and subsequent legion is essential. I need a specific amount of generals and elite force, the foot soldiers can stay in the thousands or millions...but the leaders must be specific.

So, first hold a small competition for generals from my fifteen remaining elite forces, then hold another competition...monitored by the generals, to find the needed elite force. s**t, should I monitor that as well, they would be protecting my brides and spawn. s**t. The planning faze bugs the crap out of me.

I just want to fck my brides...and dominate hell.

"Kyle, Nate...the rest of her fckers, listen up. Today's plans are this: I want an elite force to compete, I need two more generals. Once we have the two generals and get them rewarded we will hold another competition to add to my elite force. I will need sixty four to fill in the ranks. s**t. They will need to swear fealty to me and my brides...in fact all of you will swear fealty to my brides this afternoon. That should have already happened. Anything else I've forgotten?" I look around at my generals, the five of them are getting along great. Surprisingly Nate and Tate have taken to Akron the most...must be from boning his bride...I almost chuckle, then remember I boned that nasty ass zombie too. The smirk leaves my face.

"Akron, call the elite soldiers, let's get this battle over. Kyle, go ask my brides if they want to watch, we'll hold here in my garden. Fraz, have the soldiers grab some chairs too, enough for my family and you five...Nate, go grab my Pater and Mater...wait, ask them, I don't want you dead. See if all of his brides want to join and watch...forget it, I'm going to invite my Parens. I don't need any of you dead yet" so saying, I walk over to my Parens wing. My Pater did in fact spell his wing to fit all five of his brides, but he made sure my Mater had the best, her living quarters were even better than his. He could be smart sometimes.

He already was making sure that he was on my good side.

Demons would often betrayed and hurt their parens, but I don't see that happening. I have too much experience with betrayal and death to ever go against my demonkin Parens. Besides, they actually want me, like will kill and slaughter for me. I knock on their main door, Clyde opens and bows to me. Pater even brought his best butler from Faeton here! He must really like the magical pool.

"My Parens?" I ask, wanting to know what direction to take, but before Clyde can answer my Mater is coming towards me, a huge grin across her face. She has changed into her human appearance, and her tawny flesh and curly red hair is beautiful on her slender face. Most of the time she is in her humanoid form, the patchwork designs a welcoming site, making me feel like I am home. She probably dons that look just for me, since my Pater is looking at her with lustful eyes.

I smile over at them and get on task, "I wanted to see if you could join us in the garden. I will be holding a General competition from my elite ranks."

"Of course we will go!" my Mater answers, grabbing my Pater's hand and pulling him with her.

"Your other brides are welcome to join as well..." I leave off, I will let them decide. I walk off and hear Clyde asking if they would like some food to take with them. Which makes me decide on having a table with food.

So much for a simple day. I still want to look at the prophecy again.

I get my butler, Tytus, to make snacks and drinks, add a bit of magical water to the drinks...while everyone is getting ready for the competition.  I see more chairs than I expected, but then I also see some of my soldiers' brides sitting too. It Makes sense that they would want to show off their battle prowess to their mates. I do it often.

The atmosphere is jovial. The generals are mingling, as they should, they will have a say in who they get in their horde. A soldier that is desired by several generals will have better prospects and will be able to choose instead of being told who to serve.

I sit in the center seat, my humanoid form is much too large to be sitting here, but I can't help it. Since I have been regularly sitting and drinking from the magical pool, I have grown from seven feet to nine feet. My c**k also grew...and my balls. The nine inch d**k I was so proud of is now a monster at thirteen inches. I feel guilty again thinking about how rough I was with Aster the night before. She is still sleeping, her evolution taking priority.

Zinnia and Violet were a bit green with jealousy when they realized that she was growing. Tonight I will mate with one of them in the magical pool, if it also causes a catalyst of evolution, then I will know how to make my last bride evolve.

Yes, according to the prophecy I should find my last bride soon.

I thought I would have some say in it, in fact I thought I did with Coral, but looking back I realized that even Coral was already chosen for me. Her mineral rich blood called to be on a microscopic level, and Amber I snatched up just from her smell. Dawn of course was literally made by me for me. The prophecy is very strong, and since I am not refusing any part, it is rushing forward.

My brides are sitting around me, Dawn and Amber actually crawling onto my lap, Zinnia and Coral are sitting on the ground at my feet and Violet is sitting in a chair, her arms linked in mine. Aster is the only one missing, sleeping snuggly in the bed. I am anxious to tell her about the twins she is carrying. Perhaps she will forgive me for my rough handling with the news...

I nod towards my Parens and their entourage as they find seats near me, my Pater is sitting on the chair on my other side, a smile on her face looking at my pregnant brides. She is anxious to hold my spawn and will often complain that they are not all pregnant. Mater is a crazy ass demon.

Behind us sit the soldiers' brides and a sprinkling of other demons, including Clyde and Tytus. My elite force is warming up, excited expressions on their faces. Through a friendly fight, they have seen Fraz and how he is now a general, the determination on their faces is a site to behold.

Kyle leads the information, his voice carries over. His leadership and strategy skills are phenomenal, and watching him play to the audience is fun. Dude is multi talented.

The generals set up a straw drawing to match fighters. With fifteen demons, there will be one that will battle twice, but he will be from one of the losses. A second chance if you will.

Two demons get on the quickly made fighting mat and wait for the bell. When Kyle rings it all we see is a blur of bodies. Their speed is faster than the eye can see. I ramp up my vision, seeing their jabs and punches. I am impressed at how much they have grown. The intense battle is over quickly when one of the soldiers has his guts spread over the ground.

He is placed in the magical spring for healing. I don't want any soldier to die, so making the fight here was a good idea.

The next group come up, again a blur of color, but the sounds of hitting are louder. My brides are enjoying the show, so are my Parens. This was a good idea.

When each fight is over, the demon is either brought to the pool for healing or becomes part of the audience. The winners are on my left. Since I only need two generals they will end up battling each other until two remain.

The plants from Lolk that merged with the other levels are soaking up the blood and ripped flesh, the ground looks pristine.

This Hell dimension really is cool.

Some of the injured fighters have healed and are sitting down, enjoying the fights, if they won their match they head over to the left, if they lost they are sitting with the audience. If I have someone who I want to repeat a battle with, he will get a second chance, which is good since it is the last fight before the next round.

"Gast, you fought well. If your injuries are healed head back over to the match area" the demon rushes past me and back up, ready to fight once again. After his win, he moves over to the left.

Seven winners. Since Gast already fought twice, I decided to let him hold off until the next round.

The next three fights are even more brutal, flesh is flying through the air. They may be fighting to move up to general, but what I am seeing makes me happy. My brides and spawn will be safe with these demons. They are powerful.

Even the weakest are stronger than most on Faeton, if it was not for me holding them to me, they could have already moved there. Loyalty is rewarded-besides that the oath they took would prohibit them from sabotage. Instant death.

I know I have four demons ready for the last battle. This will determine who moves up to general. The four once again pull straws. They are tired and sweating. But stamina is one part that is needed. No rest for the weary.

The first two get up and move to the center. Their good humor from earlier is no longer present. I feel their killing intent, even though it has been suppressed. This will be a bloody fight. I look over at Kyle and nod, in turn he rings the bell and moves out of the way. The two classes, the subsequent air pushing my hair back.

The duo battle for ten minutes, blood spraying from the center. of the two before Kyle calls the match. Alaster is a new general. His bride runs over to him, jumping into his bleeding arms. Both demons are torn up from the floor up, but only one is still standing. Kyle leads Brae off the pool while Alaster follows, his bride wrapped in his arms.

I am seriously so thankful that the magical pool is self-cleaning. The amount of blood that has been washed away today is enough to complete one of my spells.

The next two get up, and we are in for a huge surprise. Gast transforms into this giant demonkin, and Bune follows suit.

We are about to watch two giants pound the s**t out of each other. I wanted a giant, I'm getting a giant...but how come I didn't know that I had some giants on my elite force? Fck it.

I don't give a Fck on who wins at this point, either way I get my giant, and my waterboard dream is coming true. The sister Fates! I love them.