I Reincarnated into a GOAT?

Alaster POV (combat horde)

Stupid Nate and his fcking assassins are totally taking to  much time to subdue Faeton’s elected official. How long does it take to kill a weak as motherfcker like them?

No time.

So why in the Ashehall are we still waiting around for our liege to begin the spell and combine hell?

I look around the area we have been assigned. I see my Vice Admiral Furk in his bull form. The guy is seriously strong, but he straight up likes to screw around too much. I watch as the and another bull beast run head on and crash into each other. The sound resonates, setting my teeth on edge. 

Seeing as how my Vice Admiral is keeping the soldiers entertained, which he is great at in any case, I look for my admiral Joog.  He is one interesting demon. I grew up with him and his brothers. Not too many hybrid demons as chill as him. 

If I didnt’ know his background and how capable he truly is, I would never have chosen him to be in a position of leadership. 

Even now he looks as if he is napping, full on hammock and a drink in his hand.

Since I do know him, I can tell that he is observing the skies, waiting for those little fairy fcks to show up.

The last war with the Fae he was...penetrated several times by the Fae, ripped so bad his anus was bleeding. When I found him he was barely alive, and cursed me for decades for saving him.

I do believe he is looking forward to a bit of payback, especially since he hasn't been able to mate or even fck a demon or gello since they violated him.

I finally notice that while I am staring at him, he has been staring back. I feel myself chuckle as I send him a half ass salute.

I check the sun and compare it once more. 

Time is moving slower than molasses and all I want is to enjoy a little blood, kill a few Fae and watch Joog get his vengeance.

We’ve planned and wished for this day for so long.

I don’t know if it is my beast heritage or the magical springs doing, but I swear I can feel Lord J’s emotions.

I mean, I don’t have any reason to feel both irritation and joy, but here I am doing just that.

But it's muted, so...hell if I know.

I send out a little mind link to the other generals, a visual of Furk bleeding as the other guys horn is broken. 

Idiots.

I hear the roars and cheering of the soldiers as they take bets. I guess this is better than sitting and doing nothing like myself.

I start thinking about my newest mate, a gello with some...jazz. 

I do believe that she was once Lord J’s quickie.  After I fcked her is when I started to feel Lord J’s emotions.

Pretty cool. Makes me wonder what kind of skills Akron has after his mate fcked our master and he enjoyed the fruits of her labor immediately after...instead of weeks after.

I bet that asshole leveled up even past his limit.

I wouldn’t mind trying a piece of ass as soon as he finished with it. I bet the rush is amazing.

Ahhhhh...pure pleasure. Finally! Those assholes have brought Lord J his offerings. Maybe now we can get this s**t show on the road.

I whistle to my troop, a signal to be vigilant.

I want the Fae to join us in war immediately, but they have never given me what I want. Still-once our dimension is made whole once more, they will get the message and hopefully make an appearance.

Those fckers probably have some kind of superiority complex. I want to annihilate that complex and make them my b***h.

The spell will take a few hours to complete, and I’ve got nothing but time. 

***

I feel the ground begin to shake and cracks to appear. The ground is shifting so hard that I lose my grip and fall face first, my eye looking down into a bottomless hole.  I can see lava flowing hundreds of feet below us, the heat rising and smell of sulphur getting stronger.

All around me the venomous and poisonous bugs are going crazy-their little antenna twitching. 

The sulphur is a form of nourishment, and the cracks are releasing so much of the gas it’s making my nose burn.

I try to get up as the crack widens below me, I can feel it spreading beneath my body. 

Shit feels weird.

I transformed my hands into claws and crawled myself away from the crack of hell. I can finally look around at my soldiers, all of them are trying to get away from their own little cracks without disturbing the fauna and bugs that are going crazy with the increase in sulphuric gas.

I stay laying on my stomach, the ground is shaking too hard to try and stand. I find Joog still in his hammock laughing like a hyena. 

Crazy fcker.

Shit to be honest, we all crazy here.

Had to be crazy in order to survive this place.

Can you imagine a world without any cambiens. s**t, babies are fun. Raising them and proving you are the best demon-the strongest demon...its bliss.

After the war I can’t even remember my cambiens anymore. 

I had some. I know I did. I have the memory of their births, even the face of the demoness that birthed them is in my brain-but everything else is gone.

Losing your memories suck, losing your familia and your memories is torture. 

That is what those sadistic Fae did, they took what we loved the most and twisted it until it disappeared.

I just want to repay them.

I just want ONE Fae female, just one. 

I want to fck her until she is pregnant with my demon spawn, then take it away.

Yes, the Fae and Demonkin are related. We were once one race, but like any good family feud, we had a falling out.

But, I don't remember doing anything so bad that they took everything from us. 

The ground finally stopped it’s chaos. 

My eyes rose to the sky-we could fly once too. Some of us still can, but they are few and far between.

Once, we could ALL fly. Just like the Fae.

They worshipped the light.

We worshipped the dark.

Other than that one small difference, we really were the same. 

I sucked in a huge gulp of sulphur and relaxed my muscles. Soon. They will arrive soon.

I watched my soldiers stand up, their expectant faces looking towards the skies. This is probably a funny sight to any aliens looking down from the stars.

Maybe days passed, maybe only a few hours, but finally they arrived. The sky opened up and was filled with the winged demons. Blood rushed to my head seeing all the little fckers, ready for slaughter.

"Boost the spell and drop those bastards fast!" I sent the command, and in force my troop sent the spells, causing the Fae's wings to freeze and them to drop down to us.

My claws extended, waiting for my prey to fall into my hands.

Sweet bliss was felt by all of us as the Fae finally fell into our grasps and their screams rent the air. "Keep the females, our Lord wants all the females" I sent the command as I walked towards a cowering female, her pale blue eyes streaming tears as she watched me get nearer.

I could feel my mouth salvitate at her intense fear.

She would not be tortured...yet. 

What was the fun in that? First, she would find out how loving and loyal demons were. 

"I've come to protect her. Why have they sent a female to battle?" I crooned to her as I retracted my claws and held her gently. Her shaking body grasped onto me with a supernatural strength,  her fear was palpable. So young...she obviously had not been born during the first war with us, or she would not hold me so tightly.

A small pang of regret hit my heart as I realized she and others would pay for the crimes of the older generation-but demons are unique. I could eat her heart regardless of her standing.

But first, she must learn to love me. I translocated to my home, placing her in my bedroom with protective spells placed on her. I watched her eyes get big as she recognized my actions. 

Yes my little doll, my beautiful little puppet. See how much I am willing to do to protect you, even leaving the war! 

"Stay here, when the battle is over I will make sure you are returned home safe" I tell her as I leave to decimate her brethren.

She will not be conquered over night, but she will be conquered, humiliated, and broken when I am done.

I look around the battle ground, Joog has fifteen male Fae that he has begun to torture. Their screams soak our ears as their blood soaks the ground, his maniacal smile gives me goosebumps. I don't know if I am repulsed or turned on as he plows into the Fae one after the other as he peels their flesh. 

I hope that this will provide him closure so that he can once again enjoy a females body, and his faithful mate who has been with him all these centuries.

My claws once again extend as I head towards the Fae. Finally!