I Reincarnated into a GOAT?

Kyle’s POV (spy horde)

“My Lord, the soldiers have been prepared for war and are waiting with traps. Since we know where all the traps are, they will be dismantled before the combat troops arrive. They have a lot of powerful demons, several weapons, and strong spellcasters. As long as we can neutralize the traps, the soldiers can proceed with minimal damage” I tell Master Justin, my liege. I can feel my knees begin to bend under his glare, and watching as his eyes flame up creates friction in myself. 

I have never felt any demon as strong and sinister as this young pup in front of me. I feel conflicted thinking that Akron was brave enough to ask him to mate his b***h. Not only did that zombie benefit from the liege, but Akron did too after he fcked her and absorbed some of his essence. 

The pond water is nice and all, but the real sizzle is the lord. I find myself stuck looking at the flames as they cool down and he nods. I’m ready to get this s**t show started. 

I’ve had demons planted for weeks, and all of them are in position. I am the last one here while my horde has gathered all the intel and taken the risks. They will be rewarded heavily, but still, I’m ready to feed on the upper level demons. 

I feel my body begin to change, I direct my strength to the muscles I will need them in and translocate out. I found my skein and some potions. The first item of biz-ness is to mask my scent. I open several bottles and down them, making sure I go in order. After my scent is altered I then work on building my senses, maxing them out. As a wolf, by enhancing my natural abilities I become damn near invincible, especially now that I have become an upper level demon. s**t is truly badass.

I finish my potions and hear the call. My blood begins to boil as I cut my hand and dribble blood on the skein. As I am moving dimensions I call out to my horde to begin. When I open my eyes I am in a luxury building full of high ranking demons. I watch as my horde begins to cut their throats, going from laughing and rich camaraderie to full on slaughter. I turn around and walk towards the elevator, my man is upstairs.

I can hear the fighting and smell the bloodshed getting stronger as rivulets of blood begin to coalesce around my feet. I step into the elevator and turn around, the fearsome demons are all dead and my horde is heading out the doors to continue the battle plan. I push the button and head upstairs, where some of Nate’s men are stationed. 

If they have done as directed, the “President” should have his head removed and they should be bringing it and his body towards me. 

The doors ding open, instead of seeing the assassins and the “President” I see a s**t ton of demons waiting for me. Ah, somebody tattled. 

I crack my neck and feel my face split into, my body shifting, getting bigger, my teeth growing and a roar leaves the cavern of my mouth. 

I jump from the elevator and begin to claw and bite the demons nearest me. I can feel their bones shatter and skin splice beneath my claws. Their blood fuels my anger and hunger. Each lap of my tongue brings me unimaginable strength. 

Upper level demon blood is truly a delightful treat. 

I can feel the ground shaking beneath my feet, the building looks strong, but beneath the giants that are surely rampaging, it is nothing but plaster. 

I can feel their fear and it amps my blood further, I can feel myself growing even larger. I am about to hit my max limit, my full potential, and the battle has barely started. 

Never did I expect this day to happen. I tried to up my level for six thousand years, and in just a matter of months of meeting my liege...I am about to become a king, the king of wolves. The first in thousands of years.

The demons are jumping out of windows and running down the stairs, making my hunting reflex amp up further. 

I can feel me, my wolf feeling happy. It’s time to hunt. 

I can smell the traitor, his dead flesh rotting next to the other assassins, their bodies damaged and broken. They are useless, failed attempts at greatness that my liege will have the pure delight of doing whatever the fck he wants to do with them. 

I turn to begin the hunt, my instincts calling out to me. I lower myself to all fours and chase them down the halls, tearing flesh from bones and swinging their limp bodies against the walls, smearing their appetizing blood all over. 

My leaps are getting greater, my chomping jaws breaking skulls with minimal exertion, their brains coating my tongue and making me even stronger. I am lost in ecstasy as I find myself outside...I have failed my lord. 

I look around and backtrack. I must get the “President” and bring his body to Nate. That is my task. 

As I turn around to head back into the building, a smell rot...the dead traitor is animated and walking towards me, his insides hanging out. I look around for the necromancer but see no one. 

I rush forward and begin to tear off his limbs, you can’t kill something that is already dead, you just have to tear it apart and hope you don’t get cut. Getting injured by the dead results in you becoming a living puppet of the necromancer. 

I throw his still grasping arm as far as I can away from me and head towards the other arm. I dodge his claws and rip off his lower arm, throwing it the other direction. His body is still moving quickly, but his balance is off. I dodge his kick, wrap my body on the outside of his and reach down to the offending flesh, grabbing his calf and continue to twist my body flinging him out as I hear his cartilage rip apart, finally tearing apart. I throw his leg and walk over to his rocking form, the puppet still trying to fight with just one leg attached. I grab his skull and tear it from his shoulders, making sure my lips and eyes are shut so that none of his blood can infect me. 

The door to the building is in front of me, blocked by the necromancer.

Shit.

I hesitate to call reinforcements. The demon is hairy, like a mangy dog, but his aura is strong. This demon may stink like death and look like a rotting piece of s**t on the side of the road, but he is powerful. 

I pull out my remaining potion, downing it quickly and throwing the bottle to the side as I run towards the mangy mutt. My claws have grown more and I can feel the poison my liege gave me pour down my face from my canines. This potion was made by Amber, giving me some of Lord Justin’s abilities. 

I watch the necromancer's eyes turn from lust to fear as my aura penetrates his nostrils. I rip off his head as I smell his urine leaking down his legs. 

My liege is the strongest demon I have ever encountered, and since becoming his General I have had to interact with him more than most. I know this demon’s reaction is normal. 

I leave his piss and flea ridden body on the ground and head upstairs. The remaining demons are already bowing in front of me-swearing allegiance. I kick them away-it’s not  me that they need to swear too, it's my liege. 

I’m back in the presidential sweet. Nate's assassins are still alive, barely as I walk into the office. The “president” is sweating buckets, I can see fear shining in his eyes.

He can’t swear allegiance, this level chose him as the leader, thus meaning he must be sacrificed. I untie the damaged demons, Nate should have trained them more is a thought that quickly passes through before I quelch it. This could have been my horde, my demons that fcked up. 

After untying them I push them out of my way, my eyes never leaving the “president.” 

Dude is shaking. 

Shaking.

My liege is a badass, and it feels really good having some of his abilities coursing through my veins, but I can feel the potion wearing off. I need to end this before then. 

I walk over to the sitting demon, “Thanks for the fun” I whisper in his ear before wrenching his head off his shoulders. 

“Grab his body and follow me” I command the failed assassins as I carry the head like a baby in my arms. Now I can finally go to my liege and deliver my part of the plan. We head out of the building, the newest soldiers following behind us, I can tell when the potion wears off because they are staring at my back, I  can feel their eyes drilling into me.

I yell out, “You will soon meet the real Lord, patience.” I can already feel an oppressive aura as we near our meeting place. I turn left and there he is surrounded by dead bodies, his torso expanded as he fights the souls he has gathered. His Pater is sitting on the corpses, absorbing souls as well, a happy smirk on his face. 

I walk forward, hearing the demons behind me dropping to their knees. I turn around, wanting to see the site of so many demons bowing to my liege. Hundreds. Hundreds of demons followed me here, all of them bowing, some with blood dripping from their eyes and ears. 

The last of the potion wears off and I hand over the head, as Nate’s soldiers carry the body. 

“hahahahahaha...Ah, good job Kyle, good job!” My liege is smiling, his venom pouring down onto the dead “presidents” face, melting the flesh.

 I bow down on one knee, “I brought you more soldiers my Lord.”

“Ah yes, more demons, more soldiers. You take care of the necessities of getting them organized. I am full and ready to complete the spells” he looks over at his Pater, “Let's finish this now.”

Fighting is still occurring, but my liege has his offerings in hand. The next part of the battle plan is about to begin...and I can’t wait to see the results.