I Reincarnated into a GOAT?

A New Bride

I looked into Amber's clear blue eyes as I pulled her into my arms, her neck was still healing from my marking. If I was human, I would probably feel bad about what I was going to do next, but I'm not, so I didn't.

My teeth entered the same holes, reopening her wounds as she guided me inside her with her small light blue hands. The contrast of her skin on mine was a site to behold. Her blood filled my mouth, once I felt enough of my essence was put inside her I removed my teeth, and bit my tongue. I could taste my blood mixing with hers, While my lower half was enjoying the action, I kept my wits and put my bloody tongue in her mouth, forcing her to drink my blood with my kiss. She had received a lot of my essence over the last few days...not my blood, but something a little less potent. The double whammy would probably knock her out for a few days as her body absorbed the increase of power.

The marking was complete. For all intents, Amber was now my bride.

The overwhelming possessiveness I felt made me a little violent, her petite form was putty in my hands. The feeling between rage and ecstasy was a fine line, and I didn't know which side I was going to land on until I finally felt myself release, with it, my oscillating desires were finally quenched. I realized that I was mushing her into the bed, my body on top of her, as her hands kept hitting my back. I began to chuckle as I lifted my body, I gave a quick kiss and left the bed.

Her smile still held a hint of innocence that I hope she never loses. I continued to watch her beautiful face as her eyes closed. Her even breathing but sporadic heartbeat was all I needed to know, her body was evolving, though it was a forced evolution-I have trust in her to survive this.

Still naked I pull out the skein and grab my bag and potions. I already made my transport circle. I use the blood from my bitten tongue and I leave her in my bed. No need to say goodbye, I won't be gone that long anyways. She is fighting sleep to watch me leave, so I wink as I spit my blood, the next second I'm in the first level of hell, oddly named First.

Yeah, I don't think it's odd either, I think it's lazy. But whatever.

I look around, I've been to this level several times with my Pater, but each time it hits me, this place is the setting of every zombie movie ever made in the human dimension. That's what these demons look like, zombies. Not only looks, but fighting, intelligence, speed...all of it. I hate this place.

I know I was in the minority hating zombie films back in my old life, who knew I would reincarnate in a demon dimension with the goal of dominating the damn zombies.

They taste like chicken though.

Just kidding, they taste like they smell. Rotten soaked in vinegar feces...not even worth the bump in skills.

I change into my goat form, it's a lot easier to battle these things like this. They finally notice me, and slowly shuffle towards me, moaning and garbling. Just seriously imagine a gray landscape, gray dirt, gray sky, gray everything and zombies from any movie shuffling and trying to eat you. It seriously made me want to vomit. I couldn't really bite in this form which is one of the reasons I chose it, less chance of me going into a rage and chomping down on these suckers.

That is my experience, but I'm kind of a badass, so they really just irritate me. The first time I came here I s**t myself. Literally.

Demon goat dad still likes to laugh about it. Asshole.

Everything is Gucci, I'm killing demons, slaying and dropping them like planned-growing a bit bored with the lack of skills these guys have. I don't want to bore you too much, but I seriously needed to kill a lot of the MF's so that the 'boss' would show up. Once I beat it, I am then the ruler of First.

Imagine a pyramid, at the bottom where the base is. First, it has a lot of demons, in the millions. Each level has less demons, but they have more skills. In order to reach my goal I have to create a new dimension. Fighting these disgusting windbags are not draining, they are seriously weak. What comes next will be draining...if the shitbag 'boss' will show up.

But the A-hole never shows up.

So I keep slaughtering these bitches. I'm not sure what's going on, but I am getting tired and I'm bored. Plus, I don't really want to keep killing my future subjects. I have plans and goals to help them level up once I defeat the first three levels. Nobody wants zombies as their subjects, am I right?

My super easy anyone can do it plan is about to go belly up-I need the bossman to arrive, but at this point I'm calling chickenshit on his actions. What kind of boss lets thousands of his zombies get killed?

I need to change into my humanoid form, guess it's time to use my amazing conversation skills with the undead.

I take a piss on some of the dead demons and then change forms. "Where's the Boss?" I ask the grumbling crowd, they point at the dead dude I just pissed on. "Alright, that was easy. I'm the new boss, any problems?" I yell out. The zombie demons stop trying to eat me and begin to walk away. Anti-climatic right! Before I can leave, I need to put a few spells, this is the first step to creating the new dimension. The spells are more tiring than the fighting, especially since I will be marking for the entire level, not just a room or spot. Imagine putting an entire spell on Earth, that's what I was doing-claiming this level as mine.

The zom-demons are gone, and yeah they quit, but my upper echelon scent is still an enticement they can't hide. Once my spell is complete, they won't even have any desires for my body, unless it's the gellos-and that is a completely different desire. I begin to move quicker, the spell will take around six hours to complete-and I don't want to stop in the middle and kill more of my subjects.

First I used the blood from my kills and made a big ass circle with intricate designs. Each design has to be perfect. Good thing I killed so many zombie demons. First was the biggest level, as such my circle had to be huge. After drawing for a couple of hours I finally finished. I then moved exactly one hundred dead demons into the circle as my offering. I made sure to put the bosses deformed and mutilated reptilian undead body in the circle as well, this was the necessary piece of the spell. I then chanted a few words, slit my palm and walked around the circle still chanting spilling my blood until I completed the full 360.

Now that I have officially marked this b***h as mine with emphasis on mine, I decide that I still have some energy left. I'll go to the second level, they should be able to feel my presence, the spell kind of does that.

Task complete so I grab my second skein from the bag and move onto the second level, Kist.

Within a matter of a second my landscape has changed, Kist is ready for me. I don't mean they are ready to battle, I mean the boss is already here with some gift like I'm a dumbass. How in the Kist did he become the bossman? He's weak!

Here's the rules, you kill and conquer. The boss can not just forfeit. Let's say I am dumb and I take his gift and move on to Jurg, guess what, I'm not the boss, I'm the sucker that left a level unconquered and my spells will need to be recast-which will take more energy than the first time.

Since Kist wanted to make this so easy for me, I'm nice enough to kill only the boss. Before he can say two words I've ripped out his trachea with one swipe of my hand. His corpse falls down with a plump. I then look around and see that the other demons have already prostrated themselves. "Anybody want to dispute my claim?" I call out to the docile demons. None of them make a move nor a sound. Since I just killed thousands of zombies, and this guy, I decided to stay the night in Kist.

"Set up my house, I'll sleep here tonight" at my words a dozen demons and gellos get up to lead me to the bosses house. Once we arrive they begin to set up the house while I'm putting my mark on the territory. Basically I'm pissing all over the place. After that I start putting spells on it. I'll complete the spell circle tomorrow-it is the one aspect that I can not mess up on, and I need to build up my stamina from First in order to do the spell again. Plus, I'm going to need one hundred dead demons again, luckily we brought the dead boss's corpse back with us, or something might eat it, then where would I be? Good thing I have enough urine to keep the demons in check.

I look around at the few demons making my new home presentable.

There are not a hundred here, besides, they're helping me make sure my night will be sort of nice, not luxury nice...forget it.

I decided to 'look around' my new territory. I need to find good offerings, if they just let me kill them that is not conquering. I need to find some fighters.

My day just got longer.

I drink some water out of a flask, it tastes like Amber-she spit in it. You probably think that's gross, but for gellos it's a way for their scent to mark their mates, she's smart. I put down more of the sweet mineral rich water.

Like I claimed her, she's showing that she has claimed me.

I really can't wait to see her evolve. Her knowledge already surpasses the other demons of Jurg, so how did she not evolve and move up to Shoakland?

Her lack of growth is the least of my questions about her, the biggest one deals with her virgin body. I won't ask her though-I'm just happy she's all mine.

I finally made it to the outskirts, and I saw where all the live ones were hiding.

I'm tempted to stay in my humanoid form, but fighting in my goat form is fun too... It's these kinds of decisions that are really tough.