I Reincarnated into a GOAT?

Gast POV (giant horde)

The boredom is setting in. Giants love to lounge around and do nothing, unless there is something we really want. Then, we get bored too easily when it doesn’t happen soon enough.  All around me are lazy ass demons, sleeping or eating.

I bet the other hordes are pumped and ready to begin fighting. Let’s be honest. The war could begin today, tomorrow, or next year.

Once Lord Justin succeeds in combining Hell, those Fae bitches are going to s**t themselves and wait for us to come to them. 

So, here I am, surrounded by these lumps of flesh, waiting for the bell to ring, the calling card to be delivered, the challenge issued...however you want to word it. 

If any more giants were to show up on this side, the gas alone would cause an increase in the heat. I feel for the small demons, most of their noses fit at the crack of our asses. Hahahaha.

Since gaining Lord Justin’s favor, my original form grew by fifteen feet! I am like a mountain surrounded by hills. 

Even with all this new power, I am still nothing next to our Ruler.

Dude defines badass. 

I know he likes to talk s**t and say that he is a badass, but he truly is the baddest of all badasses. 

Too bad his coming wasn’t heralded by events to let us demons know. We have been waiting for him for centuries. I guess for the spells to work he can’t have willing sacrifices, but those gained from battle. 

Any of us would willingly sacrifice our lives to end the curses that the Fae handed us. 

I can feel the ground begin to rumble, so I lay back on the ground. This is the most relaxing massage we could ask for, and probably the last we will get to enjoy. I watch as all the giants lay down, smirks on their faces as the little ones climb on top of them for safety. 

I know that the other demons fear this kind of quake, but for us giants it is soothing to our muscles. There are never any demons that are able to help us relieve our pain, so for us, this quake is like a luxury day.

I can feel my eyes closing as the knots are pushed out of my muscles-a nice kind of pain. 

All too soon the shaking stops. I open my eyes to see my brethren’s crestfallen expressions. Fck it. I stay laying down. No use in getting worked up when nothing is happening yet.

As soon as the thought enters my head, I am rolling out of the way as buildings from Faeton begin to materialize. One of my soldiers are impaled, I watch as he breaks the building in half and extracts the metal from his torso. 

Small beautiful little demonesses fall out of the broken building...several giants begin to catch their dainty selves.

These demonesses are not enough to satisfy my men, first we would need to transform ourselves into looking like the god race, then shrink our bodies further. 

Too much of a hassle. Give me a giantess any day of the week. At least they can take a pounding and give one in return. 

I watch as a plump oversized demoness latches onto Fraz as she transforms into a giantess. 

Years.

So many years have passed since I have seen a “new” giantess.

Years.

I wonder how many are in Faeton...well in Ashehall now. 

After we get our orders, I do believe it is time for us to gather up all our kin. 

This little one is pleasing to the eyes, but she has already made her choice, her fearful eyes disdaining to look in my direction.

She wants strength, but not too much.

Since Lord Justin has given me so much, I am the most powerful Giant in Hell. I love my status. If this t**t wants second best, she can have it. 

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The men have finally settled down, several have put the demonesses in “safe” areas. Like anywhere will be safe once the Fae arrive!

Lord Justin should have sent us our orders, but the link has been barren.

I have reinforced my protection spells on my section of the manor and the jungle outside. I also downed a few of the buildings that was messing with my aesthetics.

Honestly, they just got in my way and I destroyed them before I realized that they were there.

I did save some of the demons from the wreckage though.

I can feel myself getting amped up. Nothing but dead noise in my head and my soldiers are beginning to bunk down for the night.

I feel something is coming. I can feel my skin literally crawling with nerves.

I haven’t been able to feel s**t since I was a cambien. Giants have tough flesh. 

The sky looks the same. 

But something is coming.

“Soldiers! Prepare for BATTLE!”

I barely get the order out when everything explodes.

Debris and small demons are being thrown around like trash.

Trees are getting uprooted.

Lord Justin’s manor is still standing, but even it is getting hit. 

I pop my neck and swing my arms, the Fae have finally shown themselves.

Cute little fckers, flying with their dainty wings. 

They have taken battle gear from another dimension...that was a fcking nuke they dropped on us, the smell of rancid meat and the mushroom bloom is telling. 

My horde and I begin to run. I down a few potions and feel myself grow wider, my muscles expanding. I begin to throw my fellow giants up into the air, watching them as they shred bodies and wings alike, the blood pouring down from the sky.

The seven moons in the sky are fcking beautiful. Their shades of red match the destruction around me. I open my mouth wide, letting the Fae blood pour down my throat.

Centuries ago, their magical blood was so pure, it would make a demon like me go insane.

After our magical spring and Lord Justin’s gifts, their blood is WEAK. I shake my soaked head, the blood rivulets pouring down my back. I look around for more soldiers to throw and notice at our feet are the zombie demons, bathing in the Fae blood, downing it in gulps. Eating the spare parts that are raining down on us.

I send the other generals a link, “zombies have joined the battle. Prepare for their evolution.”

I hear Kyle back, “they are fighting here as well”

“Roger that, watching them tear apart a fae b***h now. Hahahahaha” Akron’s voice echoed in our thoughts. 

That bastard was a brave soldier. Demanding our Lord to fck his mate in order to become a general. s**t.

My giants have gorged on the Fae in our section. The skies are now clear, but the ground is covered in screaming wingless food. 

I wait, assured that reinforcements will be sent once agains for their demise.

Lord Justin wants a few alive.

Poor bastards.  It would be best to die, but if he wants some, he will get some.

“Next batch of Fae, keep ten alive. If you find any females, keep them alive, no matter the numbers”  I remind my soldiers and tell the zombies. 

The zombies' red eyes look up at me...I wait for their nod of understanding before I get up to walk around the area. 

Time to find if any females are still alive. I don’t know what Lord Justin wants the females for. Maybe he likes their looks? 

I remind myself it doesn’t matter when I smell the stench of death, decay, and the most destructive state of affairs one could imagine. The KING has returned...with more power than before. I watch as a Fae begins to convulse-his fear overpowering him to this state. 

Before I can help it I’m laughing with my head thrown back-his aura damn near makes me want to vomit, and I’m his. 

I down the potion to enhance my sight and look out towards the other ongoing battles. I continue to laugh as I watch the Fae drop like flies, all of them convulsing in the air. 

The war….hahahaha...battle has already been won.