I Reincarnated into a GOAT?

Pater and Filius Time

We got home and ate with the family, Coral's eyes were monitoring and roving, checking out the atmosphere while Amber was trying hard not to fall asleep.

My brides both looked exhausted, which I could understand, they woke early, but were still in the middle of evolving. Plus they got to eat some high level demon meat and had an abundance of my essence...cough cough, c*m, inside them. They would be asleep for a while once they made it back to my bed.

I was going to let Amber go back to her room, and find a room for Coral, but then I thought...F that, they belong in my bed. So, they will sleep in my bed. Periodt.

Dinner was good, sort of. I mean, I have this demon's  soul in my chest who has been fighting me all day, which is fun and all, but seriously, jackass needs to realize that I won and give in already.

Besides that, and hearing my Pater and his brides make plans...so not interested. The food tasted of a mid level demon...I don't know where he came from, but I could guess that Pater hunted him for his newest bride, she looked hungry...well, feral. I guess dad learned not to find a weak ass bride to bring home...

"Pater, I need your assistance" His red eyes focused on me, felt like he just realized I was there, asshat.

"I successfully harvested a soul today" my brides looked at with me pride, IDK... "Can you teach me how to extract it..."

Now he's looking at me like I am the greatest, the direct product of his loins. Well, he's not wrong, but his minimal explanations and do or die teaching method says more about my natural talent than his...which again I guess he can take some partial credit...I did inherit some of his skills...whatever...this train of thought is getting me nowhere.

This father of mine doesn't even answer me, he just goes back to his bitches...WTF?

Coral and Amber are both falling asleep in their plates, so I pick Amber up first, she wraps her arms around my neck, then I pick up Coral who leans against me and puts her head on my shoulder.

These brides of mine...I chuckle a  little as I carry them back to my room.

I do take the time of helping them get comfortable in bed. ie. I undressed them...then massaged their lush little bodies, which led me to lick and suckle their breasts and cunts...so yeah, I  enjoyed their bodies as their c*m leaked onto my tongue, adding flavor to the dinner we just enjoyed. They fall asleep almost instantly after their orgasms. I head to the bathroom to relieve myself and the most adorable...nah...sexual sight greets my eyes. My brides are sleeping wrapped in each others arms.

I walk back to the bed and wrap the covers tightly around their delicious curves. I guess it is from my human souls, but I reach down and give Amber a kiss on her sleeping lips, my hands brushing through her blue wavy locks. Her sleeping face pulls me in a way that my demon body finds uncomfortable. It must be from my previous lives, demons don't feel love...

I head back downstairs to my Pater, like hell he's gonna make me suffer with this demon trapped in my chest. Suffer is a bit harsh, more like irritate the H E double hockey sticks out of me.

My Pater is waiting for me at the bottom of the stairs a look of impatience and sarcasm sits on his face. He can smell my brides and their juices on me, and he looks at me like I've been wasting his time...oh Pater...if you would just use your words.

He doesn't even say anything knowing I will follow him. His dominance and overbearing attitude is something to behold. I can't wait until he acknowledges my skills.

I guess that is a universal feeling for sons to have towards their fathers. I remember wanting my father's recognition as Justin too. Maybe because his betrayal was the most recent and the one that allowed me to fulfill destiny and fate in this lifetime, but I often think about him and his actions the most.

We walk into his work space, it is cluttered, full of jars of things better left unseen, and a smell that will make your chest hair singe. I love it. This place is actually calling to my bloodlust and rage, it feels like the deepest darkest part of myself can be released down here, but that is a fallacy. This place has this feeling specifically for the souls that are harvested and needing to be released.

It calls to them, making it easier to extract.

A weak demon would have already succumbed to the call and be killed as a result of it.

The Demon I absorbed is feeling the atmosphere and is thrashing inside of me. I want to chuckle, but I can't let him know how happy I am at his response. Transferring his soul should be easy if he is acting this aggressive.

My Pater begins describing the steps, the potions, the incantations everything as I listen without making any outward signs. I must become the statue hehe, so that the soul isn't tipped off to what is about to happen.

Right now, the soul is whole. If I was weak, he could take over my body and kill my soul, thus becoming me.

As if I would allow that to happen, sacrificing all my previous lives for one soul. PaLease!  But seriously, several soul eaters are destroyed that very way. Weak ass bitches.

After my Pater is done, he watches me as I do every little thing he described.

IDK if you know this, but a person can explain a lot faster than you can complete the task.

Pater explained the steps with a bit of advice thrown in for about an hour, but refused to to utter a single sound as I worked, despite almost messing up once. Pater's got jokes.

Twelve hours later I have successfully transferred the soul into six different containers, all made for different things, and I need to piss more than you can imagine.

The soul is destroyed but still usable. Though technically I can chose how his souls will be used, I won't. One, I'm not ready to step into the family business, and if I make my opinion now it will be a symbol. Two, I'm not that attached to the irritating demon. Three I have an entire prophecy s***h destiny thing that is my focus right now.

If human Justin's dad is still living, this is what I plan to do with his soul. If I am able to traverse time, I plan on doing this to all of the betrayers of my past lives. My mouth legit waters at the thought of making them suffer.

I crack my neck and rotate my shoulders, the last thirteen or so hours have been a luxury and I am now one step closer to reaching my end goal.

"You did good, next time complete the steps in six hours" Pater tells me as he walks me out of his work room.

His territory, his rules, but I will not be allowed back in this room. He showed me everything I will need to make my own workspace. Good thing demons can use magic. After using the instruments and learning their uses and what  they were made from, I was able to replicate each one and put in my own potions room, one of the reasons it took me so long to extract the soul. Sadly, I don't have any jars filled with unmentionable and unidentified things...that will have to be done once I step into the family biz.

I need to rest and prepare for Shoakland. I'm anxious to see if another magic fissure will create when I combine Jurg with it, thus pouring out the most divine pure clean magic I have ever tasted. The thought gives me thrills.

Level four is all mid level demons. I will encounter a variety of skills from the demons and low level demonesses and high level gellos. This is the level where the evolution of our kind gets interesting depending on how we adapt. Since my upbringing was closely monitored and designed for swiftness, speed, stealth, and just all around badass, as well as the hand of fate, I am very unique in this dimension. Being unique doesn't make me a dumbass, I have a Mater that taught me more than I needed to know in order to become the supreme ruler and a Pater that demanded I do everything right the first time.

I skipped level four due to the circumstances of my birth, and due to my intervention, Amber and Coral did to. Once the brides get more and more and more of  my essence, they will be unstoppable. It's like I am raising the most evil possible demonesses..who are hundreds if not thousands of years older than me...let that sink in.

Fate has set into motion a calamity that I am willing to walk.

After seeing the levels of hell, seeing the zomdemons from First, just all of it, I am more than willing to pay back the curse that halted and stunted the growth of demons. Fairies are powerful, but they did not win the war with honor!  They raised the white flag and proposed a treaty in order to entrap the demon race. For four hundred years they have been living without any kind of hope, just waiting for their utter demise.

Could you imagine a dimension with no children? Even my growth was rushed by the hand of destiny. A spawn usually takes ten years to mature, but I did in two. The prophecy is truly powerful.

I allow my mind to wander in these thoughts as I walk towards the kitchen. I'm hungry, the extraction took more energy than I thought it would.

I wasn't paying attention to the sounds coming from the kitchen. In the pantry is two demons going at it, their animalistic sounds were, well, exotic, but two dudes getting it on isn't my thing. I make a sammich and leave, ignoring their thrusting and skin slapping just as they are ignoring my presence. This is what we call a win win situation. All three of us demons are satisfied.

I finish my meal as I walk to my wing. My brides are still sleeping, I crawl into bed and fall asleep with my arm over my eyes, my other hand holding my c**k, the last thought before sleep claims me: I hope those demons clean up after they're done.