I Reincarnated into a GOAT?

No Rest for the Wicked

In the field I counted around 10 demons arguing with each other. They hadn't noticed me yet, or this was a trap.

I think it's a trap.

I love it.

I don't even pretend to take a moment, I chose my goat form, I need more battle practice like this anyways. My four hooves are tearing up the thick ground, a combination of yellow mud and yellow moss, looking like newborn baby s**t from the human dimension...I only know what that looks like because of my old gf's little brother. That stuff was disgusting.

Anyway, those demons can't pretend not to see me anymore.

One grows by double, then the other, and another. I just love Kist. These demons get even better the higher level-I heard that once they get to Ashehall they become giants. I can't wait to battle real giants! Dawg!

My goat body does a little jump shuffle, I am excited, as I get closer to the group. The first demon to grow is already heading my way, I see a group coming from the ground to my left and others falling from the sky.

An ambush.

My heart does a pitter patter and my body is unable to contain the excitement as I begin to flip, kick, and stab those near me.

I pretend to be overpowered so that more will rush to me. I've been wanting to try this next move, and since these guys are smart enough to set up an ambush, they will be my first test subjects.

I feel some brave souls' teeth penetrate my side. Almost ready. I lower my head as I feel the poison from my horns begin to flow in my veins.

My body has become poison, each lick of sweat, taste of blood, spit that spews from my mouth, even my own s**t has all become poison. This will see if it is as potent in this form as it is with my teeth and horns.

I look down and see poison leaking from my hooves. I'm impressed since I didn't foresee that happening.

My Pater is strong, so is my Mater. I got their strengths which is normal for offspring. But I am also different. I don't yet know all the physical strength my body has yet-I just know that I have unlimited potential.

Within demon physiology, the weak are sometimes unable to evolve. It is against their DNA or chemical makeup. How else can millions of demons stay on First for thousands of years? They are too weak at a microscopic level-you can blame it on whatever you want, but that's the way it is.

My body on the other hand is designed to keep growing. The glutton in me has the ability to do more than any other demon before me. Again, not bragging. It wasn't my call. In fact, my past lives and experiences literally caused this.

I remember my life as Justin and my dad killing me with his bare hands. Once I arrived here to this dimension my forgotten past lives played in my dreams. Those past lives enabled me to become the supreme ruler, basically, it's in my DNA.

First life, betrayed by my mother as she poisoned me for five years before I died.

Second life, betrayed by my wife who stabbed me in the heart as her lover poured burning oil down my throat.

Third life, betrayed by my clan who peeled the skin from my flesh for two weeks as the maggots nawed on my flesh before I died from exposure and blood loss.

Fourth life, betrayed by my best friend, r***d me over and over telling me that he loved me, his tears hitting my face, and yeah, I was a guy in all my past lives. This memory hurt the most because I loved him too, but the torture was too much for my slim body.

Fifth life, betrayed and tortured at my uncle's hands, but it was for his daughter. I don't even know what I did to her to cause such pain and degradation. I do have first hand knowledge of the torture techniques during the 1920's thanks to him.

Sixth life, betrayed by my father and beat to a pulp with his  own hands.

Each life was met with betrayal. I had six lives to learn how to trust and love. I have my seventh life for revenge and vengeance.

If only one of those previous lives did not end in betrayal, I would not be here today. So, if I disgust you, or make you hate me...I'm ok with that.

The battle is almost over, my body is in it's humanoid form and I am ripping demons and gellos apart, drinking down their blood for energy and stamina. I love this s**t. More poison is leaking down my back and teeth, the demons are trying to get away, but I'm not done yet. I'm sure I have over two hundred bodies now, more than I need for my spell, but my bloodlust is not over yet. I give into my basic instinct and enjoy my time here on Kist for a few more moments, give or take an hour.

I look around the place, my entire body is coated in blood. I whistle waiting to see some demons come out. Ya gotta love the brave assholes!

"Hey, come a grab some of these and carry'em back with me" I yell out. They are brave, but their look of relief is telling. They are not ready for death.

Each demon has about three or four they are carrying. I grab four by their hair and start to drag them, the thumps of their body getting louder as I speed up. Soon I see my new home.

Dear Plans, Soon I Will Have A Mansion Here And Not This Crappy Place.

Anyways, I have the demons pile up the bodies next to the mangled corpse of the boss. They will be busy for a while gathering the dead. I'll finish the spell tomorrow. I've eaten dinner and I want a bath. "Thanks, you can leave" I tell the helpful little bastards as I walk into the one story yellow mud home. It is a lot sturdier than it looks. Inside the demons have prepared food and a bath. I'm not going to eat anything these MF's have made until I have completed the spell. I will not leave myself open to any kind of attack.

The bath is cold but it does it's job. The water is a light red when I get out, too dark to call it pink. I can still smell the blood...how sweet it is! I can feel my body reacting to the battle, I refuse to change into a goat, I have no desire for any gellos, I want some badass demonesses!

I head to my room hoping it has a bed when my instincts push through, I don't transform, but I still feel my blood call out.

There really is no rest for the wicked.

I can smell the gellos getting nearer and my body getting harder.

It's going to be a long night. Luckily gellos are not dangerous on this level, they are just wanting a stronger demon to protect them.

I open the door to the three gellos standing there, not one of them is as cute as my Amber, but my body doesn't need cute, it needs dominance.

I pull them inside and slam the door shut. They are kissing on my body and wrapping their limbs around me. I pick all three up and head to the nearest bed, their squirming bodies making me harder.

I don't even wait, I penetrate one as the other two are rubbing me. She is somewhat dry which makes my mouth water. I plunge deeper and harder before I turn to the next one.

I stay busy until the gellos pass out around me, their warm bodies stifling my own, but I don't move them. I fall asleep thinking of Amber and how her evolution is going. She should still be sleeping was my last thought before passing out.

I wake, my red eyes staring at the gellos who are watching me sleep. They still want to play a bit, so I motion them to carry on.

A morning blowjob is nice, especially with three working it.

I get out of bed and head outside.

Some of the demons were eaten during the night, but I still have more than a hundred bodies so it's not a big deal. I go back in to grab my bag and potions. I see a curved knife with symbols on it, the knife has powerful spells cast into it. Nice find.

I grab the knife and head back outside. I cut a few bodies and get as much blood in my container as possible and walk out to begin drawing the circle. This repeats throughout the morning. The gellos leave, looking back in hopes that I will want them to stay, but I keep working. They were fun for a night and a morning, but I need to get this spell cast and move onto Jurg. Besides all that noise, they should have enough of my sperm to help them level up, greedy ass bitches.

I gathered some blood from the dead demons, filling a container and walked out into a large barren field. The place is the same mustard yellow, but it is more level. I begin dipping my fingers into the container and drawing the symbols. They are similar to the ones I drew in First, but with a small variation. First my circle was to mark my territory claiming it as mine. I added a special symbol that will connect to this circle. If I complete the spell correctly, then I am about to give the gods of the demon dimension a big FU.

I keep going back and forth to fill the container, the work is boring, but doesn't draw on my stamina. That will come after the circle is done. I see the sun at full peak blaring down on my body. In the distance I see fires popping up, I mean, this is hell, I stay focused on my art.

When the circle is complete I start moving the one hundred corpses into the circle for my offering. I can't drag these bodies since it would damage the circle, so I carry two at a time. Yep, fifty times I go back and forth after I already walked twice that to get blood. This path is wearing on my nerves from the monotony!

Fifty trips and one hundred bodies later, I take out the curved knife from earlier and cut my palm. This is the part that is going to test my limits and my reserves. As the blood drips onto the circle I begin to chant my incantations and walk backwards. This chant will mark my territory and bridge the loop from First to Kist.

In other words, that big FU I was talking about is me releveling hell. I am combining First and Kist into one level. Basically, I am mooshing Mercury and Venus into one planet here with the barest of damage.

I cut my palm again as it heals, more drops begin to drip out. My voice rises and falls, my heart is thumping to the beat of my spell. I feel other demons as they watch me. They are enthralled in the incantation as it calls them forward. I am actually calling First to me, but they feel the urge to obey my command.

My marking is complete, I have officially claimed Kist as my own, which these demons now belong to my will.

I'm not a slave master. In fact I don't like the hierarchy found here, which is why I am all for becoming the supreme ruler.

I mentioned that level seven looked like any city in the human dimension minus the litter and the trash. I'm standing in the litter and trash right now. But it doesn't have to be this way.

I fall to my knees in exhaustion, but get back up and continue chanting and recutting my palm. I'm almost at my body's limit, luckily the circle is almost complete. I squeeze my fist and drop more blood as my voice rises even louder.

Black dots cover my vision-it is my will alone that is merging the two levels, and my body is taking a toll. I take a deep breath and yell the last lines as I sling the rest of the blood off of my palm. I look around and realize that at some point I fell to my knees.

It's no problem even if I am tired, in front of me I see a mixture of Kist demons and those damn zombies. First is gone, and so is Kist if we get technical..I begin to chuckle at what Jurg is feeling from the collapse and rise of Kist and my spell calling out in challenge.

"Seven levels of hell, nope, six"and I begin to laugh harder as I see the fear in the glowing eyes that surround me.

They are beginning to make the connection to my presence and the prophecy-but not quite there yet. When I combine this level and Jurg I bet they will not have any lingering doubts about me.

"You, come here" I yell at a gello staring at me with glowing yellow embers.

She walks over with swaying hips like I actually have the ability to mate with her right now. Jeez!

I grab her hand and bring her down to me where I bite her neck and begin to suck down her blood. I start to feel her heart stutter and stop, I don't want to kill her, I just need my energy again. The gellos realize what I need and are waiting to serve me, thank their intelligence. I won't kill the gellos but I would the demons-they are offering themselves so that I don't go on a rampage.

I watch the demons as they watch me suck their women almost dry. Not one of them looks upset. I am their lord, and I just completed the impossible.

The gellos offering themselves to me fall one by one, drained but still alive. Their demon's come and collect their bodies and take them away.

I will stay in Kist for another day or two before going to Jurg, I need to build my energy stores back up.

"Those without mates follow me" I yell out to the gellos. Several walk away, but six stay behind.

If they please me I will keep them in this home to serve me and Amber, if not, I will drain them and eat their hearts and livers. I need the energy that they can provide, either from blood or consuming them whole.

We walk into the yellow dirt home, now it is thriving with my aura and spells. Nobody will be able to enter unless I allow it.

I sit at the dinner table with a gello in my lap, the others are bathing, while I spell call my dad. This reptilian demon has a unique flavor to her blood, wild and full of minerals. It tastes delicious. As I sip from her wrist, I update my Pater. His red eye's glow in pride.

Depending on how much energy I can get back will determine when I move onto Jurg. After I defeat Jurg I can go home to visit Amber. My groin reacts at my thoughts, the demon in my lap looks up with a bit of fear and hope.