Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-37532776-20181223075831/@comment-36855838-20181223094345

I stride through the lands, for while I may look like a man, I am nothing of this world's ilk.

The cold biting winds of desert nights hurt not, nor does the sweltering sun of open, grassy plains.

I finally come to a village, populated with-

*Hurk*

Nope.

Moving on.

Damn goats.

I arrive at a village, populated with humans in odd garb, not unlike the one who cast holy miracles, but in more drab browns and greys.

I walk up to a human woman, my ragged clothed illicit a response of revulsion, which she hides behind her hands and a gasp.

"Oh, you poor thing, you'd best head to the church, thay'll fix you right up!"

I head in the direction she indicates, muttering spells of unholy warding as I go.

Sure enough, the grounds are blessed, but the combined might of my spells keeps my flesh from being singed.

I enter, and an old woman and young man greet me, both with warm smiles plastered to their faces.

I quickly tackle the man, and proceed to worm my way into his flesh.

In moments, I've possessed him, my empty garments topple to the floor, and I stretch out in my new bag.

The woman, too shocked to scream, stumbles back.

I catch her, muttering more spells.

Her age strips away before my eyes, and soon she's no more than ten.

I pick up the child, and rest her on my lap, seating myself at the altar, fashioning the melting crosses into spinning tops and little carriages.

I gently braid the girl's hair as she plays with her toys.

That task complete, I replace her clothing, now she's a proper orphan.

I stand, ready to adopt the little girl as a daughter of the church.

The holy power slowly fades as I preside, slowly but surely corrupting the community.

If we are to be good to our neighbor, why not give pleasure, and why should we stop there? After all, the streets are for all, and love is good.

Slowly, the town falls, and little 'Nancy' grows older.

I play the caring father, but. ..

Am I really acting?

Do I really love my 'daughter'?

I resolve to tell her.

I take her out of town, to an inn a few towns away.

We rent a room, and inside, I disrobe.

I cast off the bag, the priest named Dorian.

She stumbles back, fear in her eyes.

I stretch my wings, and Dorian simply cries in the corner.

I reach for Nancy, my little girl.

And she slowly reaches back.

I hold her close, and she laughs.

"Daddy!"

"Oh, Nancy, I'm so happy, you would really have an old demon like me? How kind."

She laughs her adorable laugh.

"Oh, daddy, you've earned me many times over."

I grin.

"I'm glad to hear that sweetie! You've been remembering what daddy says, right?"

"No blowjobs on wednesdays?"

"No, no, I think your boyfriend wouldn't mind either way, though monday is bes-"

She coughs a 'get on with it' cough.

"-anyhoo, remember what daddy told you, be good to everybody."

She chuckles, before collapsing onto the bed.

"And on that note. . ."

"Hello, Dorian."

He nearly screams.

"Hi, there, little fella! Sorry I stretched you out so much, but I've been maturing in there, regaining my power and such, ya know?

I stretch my wings wide, the prismatic feathers cast dazzling hues in the candlelight.

"You'll be free, soon, Dorian. I kept you unconscious so you'd have no trouble after I set you free."

He looks at me with resentment.

"You'll be happy, I'm sure, to find your flesh undefiled. I will burst forth from your body and assume control of the town, and you will return to life amongst folks there."

He looks at me incredulously.

"Oh, and don't worry about finding a lover, you remember your mother?"

Loss fills his features, and grief.

"Found her, she's alive, and a devil bug now."

He smiles a big smile.

"I'm just happy she's okay. Thank you, sir. Thank you."

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Fever dream demon plot.

Haha, I need sleep.