Following his map, the Scissoraptor noted that the location of his next relic was upon the outer fringe of the castle walls where presumably this villa was.  The castle it seemed had two courtyards, an inner and an outer which was where him and Rozalia now stood.  Beneath the darkened sky of Romanian night with impenetrable walls high above, they soon encountered one of the most dreaded obstacles known to humankind.  A hedge maze, long and dwindling with perfect 90-degree corner angling down to a perfect T with not a single branch out of place.
To any gardener it was a beauty sculpted, a true work of art in the most rigorous of uniform measurements on topiary ever formed which was lost on the two approaching its arched entrance.  The giant gate of wrought steel creaked upon their presence opening widely with a scream of torment almost deafening the human.  Two dog statues stood on either side guarding at its entrance, stone impenetrable with noble expressions to which the demon growled:
	"I...do not have time for this labyrinth."
	"You cannot fly over it?" asked Rozalia.
	"Do you SEE any wings on me?  I thought you were stupid instead of blind."
	"Well I...thought that just, you being such a strong and clearly capable demon would even have such abilities."
	"Not without expending a great amount of energy, plus I need to keep this body close."
	"Is it really so important, that body?  Can you just not possess anyone?"
	"I can indeed, I just prefer this one and would rather not lose the past ten-and-a-half years to some misplacement minor."
	"T-t-ten?  ...and a half?  ......wherever did you find such a poor beast?!  It looks SOMEWHAT like those lizardmen but not qui-"
	"That IS one question I would like to ask you since you have already asked me plenty enough."
Rozalia gasped with a gulping shiver at the back of her throat as the demon lurched forwards with a piercing look of interrogative force.
	"How did you even get into the castle in the first place?"
	"I...wh-wh-what...business is it of yours?"
	"You are my mule, everything you do is my business when I want it to."
	"I-i-i crossed the bridge, OBVIOUSLY!"
	"The bridge was out."
	"When?!  When was it out hmm?!  It wasn't out when I crossed it!"
	"After I had slaughtered half your village, it was."
	"And where were you then hmm?!  When you left the church, with your hands steeped in blood from my womb like the sick BEAST that you are?!?"
	"I am MUCH more than a beast-"
	"SHUT UP!  SHUT UP YOU MONSTER, I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF YOU!"
Her screaming shrillness pierced the air as the demon blinked with slight surprise at her sudden break, before she pointed accusingly at him.
	"YOU DESTROY MY VILLAGE, YOU FORCE ME TO BECOME YOUR MULE AND YOU TOOK MY SON AWAY FROM ME ALL WHILE YOU INSULT AND HUMILIATE ME!"
The blades suddenly came upon her throat as she panicked almost on instinct, gasping with sudden fear before remembering his sudden inability to do any harm upon her.  Her eyes darkened with a deep intensity burning into his look, which did nothing to dissuade him other than look simply disgusted at her strong resilience now occurring.  The scissors shook with a fierce struggling urge knowing that his mark repelled any advances before the demon slipped his weapon away from her, as he answered back:
	"Do you think that your screaming fury can even mask the fear you are hiding from me so desperately?"
	"Y-you...y-y-you do nothing, but pontificate about your false s-s-superiority, all around you, even th-those who are but monsters like you, you cannot even bring yourself to respect them as companions for the future."
	"A true demon rules his kingdom in silence without the clamouring of other fools."
	"And what have YOU done on your own, hmm!?  What cruel and sickening strength that you so claim to be able to wield, yet you only slaughtered HALF of us in the village?!  Did we manage to overcome you, manage to BEST you?!  Did some brave yokel with a sword manage to best you and you fled in disgrace, like some sewer RAT?!?"
His hand lashed out with claws tightly grasping upon her skull as if wanting to crush it powerfully.  She could feel the sharp prickling of his evil grip as an intense pressure began to frighten her with pulsing eyes that turned tightly with panic before the demon responded:
	"You...are surprisingly arrogant for one who lost her son not more than a few hours back."
	"Either I weep like a mourning widow...or I force this anger towards YOU, you filthy heretic.  And I am much more outraged by your existence than anything else, I will NOT be some meek little madame for your so-called convenience!  I did not live, beneath God's grace since I was born just so YOU could belittle me for being forced into your twisted arrangement."
	"Hm.  Well I admit I would despise you more when weeping so I appreciate your resentment whilst struggling to comprehend your own guilt...so long as you do not push it any further."
	"I would rather push you off the gallows with a noose around your neck."
	"Hmhmhmhm...brave words.  Perhaps the post-natal depression must have robbed you of an instinct to live."
	"You c-cannot hurt me.  You can drag me back to the village after this all you want but I don't care.  Nothing can be worse than you, until then you need me.  I can hide amongst these demons after you are done with me and they will fight you if you so dare challenge them in turn, when I claim sanctuary amongst them.  I will be safe in this place.  I have only just begun to understood how much you need me, a worthless human formerly of God's light...thanks to you."
	"The more you insult me woman, the more tempted I shall be to take you back to the village as a scapegoat after our agreement is over."
	"The more you insult ME, the more tempted I shall be to 'accidentally' lose these artifacts!"
	"DON'T you dare."
The demon pressed a finger against her nostril almost causing her to sneeze as he hooked the claw inside of it.  But she persisted with a strong defiant anger smouldering within.
	"Why shouldn't I hmm!?  You cannot touch them, you cannot touch ME, you have no power over me now that I am the one responsible for these and good luck finding such a willing mule for you in this castle if they are so weak to these holy items as you apparently."
	"I can very easily touch them, I just simply do not want to."
	"Really?"
She slipped off the satchel completely and dropped it on the ground folding her arms defiantly as she stood back.
	"Prove it then.  Prove to me how truly powerful you are spawn of Satan, and if you do so easily then I shall gladly obey you as but your humble servant...master."
The demon snarled and simply grinned before walking over and taking the satchel gladly to put around his own waist.  No ill effects seemed to occur as his smile grew a little too forcefully.
	"See?  You are worthless, nothing more than just a mule to help assist in my carrying of this belonging."
	"Oh really?  Well I guess you will not need me then.  I am disgusted by you, you are a  cruel unrepentant amoral beast who only cares about himself, at least the other demons in that library were friendly to each other!"
	"Including the flea men that almost sexually assaulted you."
	"D-d-don't remind me, f-FILTHY little mutants!"
	"Regardless of your feelings to me my dear, you are hardly going to be welcomed by this elite caste of demonkin."
	"The master librarian accepted me, I would most definitely work alongside him and he's a human, he is perfectly well-adjusted and simply proof that I can live within this place after your sickening WRETCHED ordeal upon me!"
	"I never made you choose."
	"YES YOU DID, YOU FORCED ME INTO A HORRIBLE CHOICE YOU WORTHLESS BASTARD!"
	"YOU WERE TOO MUCH OF A COWARD TO SACRIFICE YOURSELF FOR YOUR SON, WHO HAD PLENTY MORE LIFE TO LIVE THAN YOU AN-BY THE FUCKING WHORE OF CHRIST THIS BUUUUURNS!"
Screaming with fury he threw the satchel down onto the ground before keeling over slightly doubled over, as if somebody had slammed his stomach with a pure fist of steel as a raw burning sensation tore up inside of him.  Gasping with a bestial grunt, he felt the side of his waist feeling the tender scald of holy light from the hands of Alessio as the woman picked up the satchel once more diligently wrapping it around her waist with sweet composure.
	"HHHHHH...hhhnnnnrrrrh...f-fine.  Fine, you...you wish to be venerated so be it.  Remain close to me, I will honour our deal and free you from my patronage after we collect our antiquaries."
	"Very well," said Rozalia patiently.  "My deepest gratitude...master."
The demon walked through into the maze with the human following after she took a hugely sarcastic bow.  There was a chill in the air to which she noticed, shivering as she wrapped her frock around herself more tightly whilst the raptor looked down to his left and right pondering on which way to go.  Rozalia piped up with:
	"My...my mother always told me that if you get lost in a maze, you always put your hand out to your right and turn at every corner-"
	"No."

His scissors flung free from their sheath before carving straight into the hedge itself, streaking a wide torn hole between the leaves as he walked through.
	"Or...hm, that almost feels like cheating."
	"I'm not here to play games."
	"Yes.  Well, clearly at least you have the tools for the job already."
She hopped through taking care not to rip her clothes on the branches as Scisso cut his way through the hedge maze in a straight line, not even wasting time to decipher where any of it would lead.  Scars of ripping force bergan showing the path of the demon intruder behind them as almost an infinite passageway from the entrance.  But even after a solid ten minutes of spurious hedgecutting, he found nothing but the castle wall itself facing him directly.  It was only then they realised how simply immense the hedge maze must be, like an actual traditional labyrinth.
	"Hm.  The villa was not at the maze's centre, perhaps it's that way."
Heading west he cut again, shredding through the labyrinth with a flagrant disregard for topiary as he followed along the smooth stone wall almost perfectly casted in granite.  That lead him only to a dead corner of the maze itself, so he tried heading south, once again along the wall in all its impetuous architectural form.  By the time he would find himself at the very outer reach of the maze's borders, he would grow to hate that wall.  Ruthlessly enough to punch it and cause a tiny pockmark that blemished its stately width.
	"Is this the entrance again?" asked Rozalia.
	"It is."
	"Oh...hm, seems like your bruteforcing this puzzle did not work."
	"I am merely testing the boundaries of this sculpted prison."
	"...are you actually male?"
	"What?"
	"Just out of curiosity, what gender do you identify as?"
	"...well done."
He turned round with a barely restrained fist patting her cheek as if desperately wanting to punch her eyesocket out through her skull.
	"You have the great honour of having asked me the one stupidest question I have ever been asked within this creature's lifetime.  I am FAR beyond any worthless physical construct such as whether I have a penis or an extra hole to bleed from."
	"I-i was SIMPLY asking you a question, there is no need to be so brusque with me!"
	"There is more than enough reason for me not to ever care about what useless residue bursts forth from your lips.  Now...I am almost certain my first prediction was correct and that this supposed master is simply but a fool to not understand the correct measurements of what is an actual centre of the maze.  This way, come."
Once again he tore through the maze like a mouse in block of cheese or rather termites in a wooden desk, carving his path with grievous strength until it was another fifteen minutes until he found the villa at last.  It was not exactly within the centre of the maze and Rozalia did indeed note that they had passed near it several times by the blatant tearing gashes of the hedge maze clearings not too far from the great manor itself in its own clearing.  It would have been much quicker to follow the actual maze.
The two-storey villa was a resplendent-looking construct of Italian architecture, with red shale roof and amber bricks with ivy moss all along its front and sides giving a wonderfully rustic look reminiscent of old villages in the Roman mountains.  But it was the length of the house that mattered most spanning greatly to its back showing where clearly the art gallery must be stored safely apart from the rest of the castle presumably.
Wth eight windows having four on each floor, and a central door with its own awning, a gentle staircase of white lead up towards the entrance guarded by two fearsome-looking werewolves that made Rozalia panic slightly.
	"Wh-wh-what...are those beasts exactly, are they formerly of men?"
	"Lycanthropes.  I will deal with this, this will be much easier at least than navigating some useless maze that's not even designed properly."
Rozalia simply rolled her eyes with great annoyance at this boast as the Scissoraptor walked forwards, desperately mumbling underneath her breath:
	"Typical male, doesn't even ask for directions."
	"What?"
	"I-i-i was just wondering if it was typical of shale to be cast with imperfections."
	"...I don't care, go stand over by that fountain for me."
	"Why?"
	"Just a little something I have planned if need be to get rid of these guards."
	"V-very...well?"
She shrugged awkwardly and walked over towards the fountain in the clearing in front of the house, a cute little granite circle with a sweet naked cherub infant teetering on one foot upon its centre urinating crystalline water from its stubby penis.  Rozalia looked rather concerned at this choice of architecture and decided it would be as good a time as any to wash her face trying to clean herself, gazing upon her reflection fracturing slightly in the rippling waves.
The werewolves that stood were completely naked, fur so thick and luscious in its shaded grey it covered their staunch pectorals and lack of belly, clearly well-sculpted by years of training.  Their eyes flashed golden upon the demon approaching, clawed feet scraping the dirt as their claws came out in preparation, their voices but a rumbling deep from their canine throats.
	"Halt."
The demon stopped within six feet of them as their voices barked with clear  dominance.
	"What is your purpose in this villa?"
	"I am here to see a beast who goes by the name of Slogra, is he here?"
	"That is classified sir, you need identification in order to pass through here."
	"Really?  Are we so feeble that we require bureaucracy in this darkened place?"
	"Security reasons, are you a recent member of the castle?"
	"Yes, I am."
	"Then you do not have clearance."
	"I was given specific instructions to meet Slogra now is he here or not?"
	"If you wish to leave a message for sir Slogra, you can leave it with us and if we ever see him, we shall inform him."
	"I do not think you have clearance for such an important message."
He folded his arms and turned away with stuffed arrogance causing one of the werewolves to sneer ruthlessly and tower before him.  The beast was well over seven feet and easily shadowed the Scissoraptor who stood defiant despite the snarling breath with a polite restriction.
	"If you have a message then leave it with us, or else go back to your assigned quarter."
	"I have my mission."
	"Then you need to learn respect before you can climb any further up this hierarchy.  I understand if you are new so I will not report this.  Please leave your message and return back to your post."
	"Are you challenging me?"
	"I am giving you an order, whelp.  We shall have no quarrel in this place, we do not appreciate any infighting so please respect our order.  I will not harm you but I shall take great measures to remove you if you so choose to remain defiant."
	"Very well.  But, before I go, could I ask you something?"
	"What?"
	"Do you see that human over there?"
	"...yes?"
	"Could you tell me what she is wearing?  I can only see infrared of a more reptilian ilk and am so not gifted with your perceptive vision."
The two werewolves looked up with curiosity at the odd question as they cocked their heads.  The demon could see perfectly well.
	"I see her and I believe she is wearing a frock of some sort, it's black and whi-HYYRRRKKGH!"
Before either of them could react, the scissors had faded from his sheath plunging viciously through the werewolf's neck tearing through half of his larynx spitting blood all over his front.  The creature pulled back with a sudden gasping yelp struggling to breathe from the wheezing torn hole in his throat.  The demon readied his blades now in his claws as the two beasts lunged upon him.  The wounded guard was his first target despite both of them working in tandem to fight, claws streaking high from one side before another came low.

Whether it was sentient intelligence or feral instincts that had both of them prowling in circles around the demon did not matter, for the moment he had his back towards one they would lunge straight for his tail.  Claws raked through the air reaching for his back as the creature dodged shifting by a brief blurring evasion as his scissors swung out from behind him to strike across the other werewolf's head with a cracking swipe.
A whimpering pain came from the wounded wolf as he staggered back with new blood running down his face, feverishly panting with bared teeth before he simply just bullrushed the enemy.  With stumbling charge at full speed he bowled Scissoraptor over and had him pinned before mauling at his throat, ripping violently as he sunk his teeth shaking vigorously left and right.  The demon roared a gargling screech as one of the werewolf's paw-like fists punched ruthlessly into his eye, scraping the claw into his sclera as thick watery fluid dripped down his cheek before his scissors managed to free themselves with enough focus through the physical chaos upon him.
The blades swung high into the air ready to carve down upon the werewolf's back, but his partner had seen the bladed weapon and acted quickly to protect his friend by a sudden jump across the clearing.  Bounding on all four feet he leapt and chomped upon the scissors in his teeth throwing them off their target before spitting them to one side feeling already an odd burning sensation rasp at his tongue and lips, gasping and shaking his head to clear the taste of demons.
	"BLEGHK, I hate possessed bastards...JASON, KEEP HIM PINNED, I'LL HOLD THIS ONE OFF!"
Jason was too busy eviscerating the raptor who violently began to snap his teeth biting back, managing to crunch upon the top of the werewolf's snout to cause a yelp of pain before his claws raked into his cheeks.  Ripping across the furred flesh, he slashed constantly like a wild beast raking and biting in counteract upon the wounded guard until it was too much to bear, forcing him off of the Scissoraptor who stumbled back onto his feet.  His throat had been rendered to brittle dangling strands of flesh from the inside by the mauling teeth, a gaping abscess that whistled a deathly breath of wind.
	"Now...we're even," snarled Jason.
	"No...you shhhhhall NEVER be even."
The other werewolf that was busily trying to assault the weapon itself was having more problems than it bargained for, having no reasonable means of actually damaging a lump of rusted steel covered in blood.  All he could try to do was pin it or evade its slicing cuts, the blades opening before him upon lunging with thrusting force as he leapt over it whilst keeping on all fours.  The scissors swiped low before streaking upwards to carve across the beast's chest scarring fiercely as he gasped, but not before slamming down a raw fist to punch the bladed weapon into the soil.
	"DOWN BOY, HAHAHAA!"
The stinging force of such strength made the demon's essence quiver slightly but not enough to stop its attack for a moment as the scissors unearthed themselves to raise slowly above the werewolf.  He braced himself for the attack but they suddenly flipped backwards viciously impaling through his friend's skull with a horrid yelp as his eyes turned to piercing sharpness.  The scissors wrenched themselves left twisting the wounded neck until the head came completely undone, dangling by the rendered flesh that was still unsevered as Jason's body slumped into violent spasms.
The remaining werewolf gasped with frenzied rage as he flew towards the raptor in vengeance at his comrade, but not before the scissors slipped neatly back into Scisso's claws as he ran forwards.  At the last moment he threw his foot out into a sliding kick, scraping the scissorblades all along the entire abdomen of the beast, howling with agony as his organs were eviscerated to pour his bloodied fluids all over the demon's chest.
He staggered with a falling gasp, whimpering as he kicked forwards struggling to hold his organs inside him with both hands underneath until the Scissoraptor was upon him.  The creature slammed his fist straight through the werewolf's spine snapping it almost completely and grabbed at his heart from behind, screaming to keep pumping life throughout the body until he crushed it like rotting fruit.  The wolf gurgled his last breath from bloodied lips before falling as the demon wiped his claws on the fur, all whilst Rozalia covered her mouth in sheer horror.
	"H-holy...God, wh-why did you...wh-what did you-"
	"They were in my way."
	"They weren't even TRYING to fight you!"
	"Dogzzzh alwayzzzh were afraid of me, they have every right to be."
	"You could have...y-you could have done something to avoid this fight, look at yourself!  Your throat is all torn to pieces!"
	"It will heal, unlike your kin I am not zzzho eazzhily wracked by mortal painzzzh."
The raptor clasped at his throat curiously as he felt the bleak strands of flesh began to knit themselves back together regaining the ability to "breathe" slightly as he approached the single front door of the villa.  Rozalia stepped in behind him as he opened cautiously to find a most splendid entrance hall, bathed within the eternal moonlight of the skies above dappling through the windows.
A wide gorgeous staircase the length of four men with luxuriant Persian carpet, a polished marble floor reflecting their very faces within and dark red walls of subtle elegance and refinement.  Several doors laid out before them, as well as a few potted plants scattered about the place to add some sense of greenery as perfect little flowers, surprisingly well-tended to as Rozalia gasped in slight awe whilst the demon rubbed his healing throat.
	"What a lovely little house this is."
	"Hmmm...my map does not quite explain WHERE the art gallery is in this place, we shall have to search every room."
	"I would not mind staying here."
	"I will not care if you so choose to remain here after I am done with you."
	"Well...in that case let's get this over with, the sooner I am far away from you the better."
	"For once, we agree on something."

Taking the west wing first on their left, the demon began to investigate each and every room whilst all the while silently appreciating the unique interior decoration.  Each and every single room was incredibly well-noted in providing the most perfect relaxing atmosphere for each and every activitiy within such.  The sitting room where one would meet guests had pale walls and soft flower-patterned sofas of milk-white with gold gilded lining.  The dining room had a long table to fit ten people with cupboards full of crockery, and a perfect pot of tea sitting always at the ready upon a silver tray never losing its heat.
The reading room had walls of jaded green with cosy singular armchairs placed several feet apart from each other so people would not disturb others whilst reading, with two walls entirely filled by bookcases that had very selectively-chosen books to dive into and lose oneself completely.  The conservatory was especially well kept, a veritable rainforest of exotic plants all of which were once again incredibly well cared for, bristling into bloom within the moist sweltering heat of the glass-windowed room.
There also was a linen room full of wonderfully soft blankets, ironing boards, duvets, towels, all that one needed for every purpose of relaxation around the stately small mansion.  Soon they encountered a child's play room, a wondrous set of toys of the latest extravagance along with the humble old favourites.  Wooden horses, painted knights, grand dioramas of collapsible wood where theatrical stages would be unveiled in an epic quest involving dungeons and dragons alongside very traditional board games from Chess to Draughts to even Nine Men's Morris.
A variety of playing pieces were carefully laid out according to each game from knights to checkers to dreidels as well as one rather obscure game that Scissoraptor's eyes turned wide with shock at seeing.
	"Wha-...rithmomachia?!"
	"Um, bless you."
	"What...I have not seen this in five hundred years."
A large chequered board of eight spaces wide and sixteen spaces long, it also included many pieces involving square, triangular and circular shapes, each one showing an old arabic numeral.  A fond wistfulness gently creeped inside of him, one similar to that he felt upon re-encountering the old Irish manuscript that Dullahan had shown him.
	"What is this?" asked Rozalia.  "It looks like...a chess game only-"
	"It's not," said Scissoraptor, "this is Rithmomachia, the philosopher's game.  It requires an understanding of basic arithmetic, geometric and harmonic number progressions...hm, I have never thought that I would ever see this again, John woul-...I would play this very often whilst busying myself between victims back during my first incarnation as the Scissorman."
	"First incarnation?  I thought you were six-thousand years old?"
	"I am, but the first time I took the name of Scissorman as my moniker was at least five hundred years ago when I became part of a family curse.  But then that same family rather took it as a blessing to have spawned such a great and terrible fiend such as me...fools did not realise I had long existed before then."
	"So...it's a numeric-based Chess?"
	"In a very vague sense yes."
	"...oh God, I did not think they could ever make that game even more boring."
	"Hmph, spoken like a true philistine."
He rolled one of the pieces in his claws expertly twirling it between his knuckles back and forth.
	"Mathematics are one of the few true sciences of all eternity, an undying art that is the foundation of all life that you humans so feebly grasp at."
	"Hhhahahahaha, are you actually some sort of foppish geek beneath that cruel psychopathic exterior?  How quaint, I almost forget how loathsome you can be."
	"I can always remind you easily...can you even read  this?"
The raptor showed the strange numeral, which amazingly looked exactly like a European numeral.
	"That's...that's a number eight."
	"Precisely, the arabic world was the one that gave the human race something of a numeric alphabet.  Even though your worthless species is just barely comprehending cubic equations at this moment of history."
	"...hhhahahahaha...all this time I thought you were some ruthless unflinching beast, but now I see that you are nothing more than a schoolboy with a superiority complex."
He silenced her by shoving her through to the next room after putting the board game away, hard enough to make her fall and trip rather painfully onto the hard wooden floor as she staggered back onto her feet, wincing softly.  The next room was an artist's study, with every single possible paint and tool that one needed to create its canvas.  The room was left bare on purpose with paint splattered along the walls playfully, every corner full of thick oils and charcoal sticks with three easels covered in thick towels to protect their half-finished secrets.
Scissoraptor could not help being curious as he peeked within each one as well as Rozalia glancing next to him to find each of the three easels had a very different style.  One was incredibly professional and very rich whilst drawn entirely in charcoal, a tall and looming landscape with dark colourings and brittle scrawlings showing the faded silhouette of a pale man with short fair hair walking towards the viewer, holding what appeared to be some sort of whip lightly shaded in one hand, whilst clutching his face in grief with the other.
	"Very striking," murmured Rozalia, "it's gorgeous but it seems...sad."
	"There is a lament in this yes...but why a whip?  Would not a sword be more appropriate since he appears to be a crusader of some sort."
	"Perhaps he was once a slaver, such a thing would be used to enslave and capture men."
	"No...the light shading on the whip makes me think it has a more noble purpose, one that already stings me from just looking at it...hmmm."
	"What about this one?"

The next easel contained something much more sweet despite only half of it being finished.  The outline of a heart, one side shaded pink with various flowering lilies all in soft colours of yellow and white, whereas the other side had been left uncoloured.  They noted the artist had gone through several shades of black, dark-red and even a sharp grey at one point as if undecisive for the colour, despite having thorns slowly wreathed upon the blank side prickling with bloodied spots.
The final easel was much more emblematic of a child, a very amateurish design but it showed great promise in its sense of colour displacement.  A giant bat screeching upon above the starry night at the top of the painting with its wings encloaking fully the entire stars and moon centred at the very middle beneath the bat's maw.  Scissoraptor chuckled at this bizarre childish imagining, somewhat understanding where the artist was going with it as they replaced the covers upon each easel and moved on.
With the art gallery slowly ever closer they soon encountered the music room with a great variety of instruments from medieval periods, a fine confusing array of woodwind, stringed and percussion instruments.  The great ancestors of modern music in all their finery from harps to viols to the humble flute.  The walls were also shaped differently in this room, having had a carefully painted set of dark blue tones to give great care for the acoustics in this room.
Zithers that resembled stringed xylophones, simple drums in varying shapes and sizes for the depth of its bass, a grand golden harp glistening sweetly above all the instruments including the violin's ancestor which had barely changed its shape.  But one instrument stood out especially for the Scissoraptor.  A piano, or rather some predecessor of it that had its soundboard and strings mounted above the keys vertically facing the player like a pipe organ would as the demon approached.  The woman followed closely investigating the odd instrument.
	"What a strange-looking piano."
	"It is not a piano," said Scisso, "it is called a clavicytherium, an earlier predecessor of such."
He bent down closer towards it as he cautiously glided his claws along the keys bringing a small glissando to hear its bristling melody, to ring in his ears rather sweetly.
	"Hmmmm...yes this is a good sound, much more sharp than I expected them to be, this would be around the time it was made, very elegant...despite being a few decades early-wait."
The demon turned towards the human as he noticed something odd.
	"How do you know what a piano is?  Those have not even been invented yet."
	"Wha-I-...u-um...w-w-well um, the librarian told me whilst you were...busy perusing the shelves, obviously, how else would I have known about it?!"
	"Iiii...seeeee...hmph but then again, that librarian knew what a velociraptor was so I suppose he might know of such a new construct.  Very well."
He sat himself down upon the chair provided and thought to himself on what to play as practice for his little concerto as his hands began placing themselves automatically by some strange memory of musculature, not of James' memories but his own.  He then thought of something, and so he began to play, a song from the faintest trace of memory from his host which slowly began to culminate.  The strings horizontal began shuddering across the vertical strips of wood that held them in place, plucked by soft jacks with the force of gravity assisting in its upright position as Rozalia watched in surprise at his growing performance.
	"You can...play this?"
	"My mother taught me.  She said that music was a way to understand the human soul...both through fear and strength of its own imaginings.  Personally...I find it pointless as nothing more but an exercise in dexterity, I am simply making sure my host's fingers work properly."
	"Has he ever played on the...instrument?"
	"Clavicytherium.  And no but  I do.  My host doesn't, yet his...the mother of his sodomite does play, from that I can see from his memories.  He has danced with her once or few...hmph...perhaps...I will make her play one last song for her family once I consume this boy's soul...like this."
Slowly the song began to pick up speed, the clawed fingers prattling along the keys with such incredible expertise and rapidity to form a wondrously gentle melody as the memories swarmed back to him.  Despite having only three fingers on each hand, he was composing the song perfectly without missing a beat even within the fastest parts of the song, as he alternated between sections and tones with one hand far to the left, whilst the other continued tapping less oftenly upon the right to interject with a sharp minor key.

Claws brushed across the sweet ivory construct, gliding from left to right as he began to weave and conduct in reminiscence.  It was not a song he had known before, but one that existed within his host's memory.  Slowly his eyes began to fade and turn green with warmth smiling clearly as the voice of James began to speak, whilst playing on in rapture.
	"Klair...played this to me sometimes."
	"Wh-what?" replied the woman shocked.
	"She called it...a little song she played about me, said she...felt like I was some sort of anachronism somehow, always out of place but at the same time just...home whenever I most needed it.  I almost forgot about this song she played for me, during our third anniversary."
	"...i-is that...can it be?"
	"Me and Koopin sitting around in his parents' living room, watching her play on the piano...god she's beautiful.  I have thoughts about her...shameful ones, I don't like to talk about those because I have Koopin...I'd never tell him, I have enough issues as it is without him knowing the things I fantasise of."
The melody began to pick up as his claws trickled upon the keys, flickering back and forth as the pace started to increase whilst the raptor's head began moving back and forth along with the music.  A warm sigh flowed through him as the woman watched closely, almost feeling a small light of hope raise up from her being.  Was it music truly that which soothed a savage beast?  Was there some means of being able to suppress a demon's will finally?  She swayed softly from side to side as the melody began repeating a small bridge, one more piercing and strong, sending to one's mind the image of old medieval towns and merry children running throughout the streets as the raptor spoke more happily:
	"I don't understand why she played this song but I feel...I always wished I could play it with my own hands like this...her smile...her warmth like...like a mum to me, I felt like...like I was safe with her, she would be always there for me, to help when I was lost or hungry or afraid, Shelldon too.  Was always calm and patient, but he understood how boys needed to be boys, always a steady hand that gently pushed you like 'go on, you can do it, I trust in you'...and then...Koopin...ohhh...Koopin...all I ever wanted was to be part of their family.  That's all I wanted.  Just to be a part of something bigger that welcomed me in every time I came back home...I've been waiting for years to feel that again."
	"...is that...is that you, my-"
	"Hhhhhhhh...hhhmhmhmhmhmhmhmhahahahahaha."
The song suddenly pounded to a halt, but only for a second as the demon slowly turned his head showing the green faded glimmer of James' eyes become swallowed by darkness once again.  The song kept playing on without him even looking, as it began reaching a crescendo of almost chaotic rampantness, the frenzied fingers of his host rattling along the keys as a maestro would in a fit of passion as he gazed upon the look of sharp fright within Rozalia's eyes, her smirk purely frozen by a sudden fear of anxiety.
	"Did I not give a good performance my dear?"
	"H-HHHH!  G-good...sweet merciful Christ th-that...y-y-you had me fooled, master."
	"Why thank you...I am almost complete in taking full control of this body far more than I could before...not too long now, perhaps another month or two...three possibly, but I have time."
His head went back towards the keyboard as the song began to end, the tempo hitting its lowest point of melancholy as the higher sharp pitch became plaintive, upon its own for but an instant without its lower pitched companions.
	"I am not the one who does not have much time left for all the gallantry he has wasted upon it with.  Look at this, look how his fingers play so perfectly to my own little dance, like nothing ever he could achieve...all I have to do is but twist a simple inflection of the darkness inside of me...and it's as if he was never cursed."
His head turned back once more with eyes of tender green.
	"Do you think Koopin will like it, when I welcome him in my arms as he looks into my eyes full of warmth for him?  Or do you think perhaps he will enjoy my new shadow upon him...when I suffocate him, when I twist neck upon our last embrace as he watches his dearest beloved's eyes turn to a dark and bitter endlessness?  I want to taste his last breath the moment he realises that his love...will never come back."
The song soon ended in its last whimpers, the Scissoraptor savouring its last notes with a toothy chuckle as he slowly got up and took a soft bow to the imaginary audience.  Rozalia looked frightened still for his apparent shifting of personality, the monster walking out from the music room adding:
	"An impressive design, for something constructed so recently for this era...perhaps one of the first and already it sounds exquisite."
	"Th-the master of this...castle must have paid for its finest."
	"Indeed.  Oh well, that was fun, let us move on shall we?"

It was not long before they found the art gallery along the very back wall of the villa as but a long single hallway far isolated from everything potentially distracting in the other rooms.  A grand red hall dark and luscious in the taste of blood stretching out along the entire width of the house itself, every painting was a masterpiece to behold, both lost and found treasures of the great renaissance.  Chandeliers hung sweetly from above illuminating the gorgeous works of both humankind.
There were some pieces that could be recognised amongst them that the Scissoraptor noted, though not all of the pieces he actually knew or cared about.  "The Coronation of the Virgin" by Charonton with glistening red symmetrical heavens above the crucifixion; excerpts of the Ghent Altarpiece by Jan van Eyck showing the adoration of the Lamb in six passages; "The Last Judgement" by Giotto di Bondone which revealed Christ in the centre of heavenly judges seated above rampant devouring chaos of the hellish infernal.
It was not just the Europeans represented in this galleria for the ceiling itself was a woven tapestry of Islamic decoration, stars and patterns almost branching out into strange Euclidean formations.  There were no faces or people, but there was a beauty in its aniconism, an incomprehensible mosaic of ever-changing shapes depending on which pattern one took focus upon.  Rozalia's breath was taken away by such wonder of this great culmination whereas Scissoraptor was at least a little bit impressed by its colourful distinctions.
	"What...a BEAUTIFUL gallery."
	"I would expect one who owns such a castle to have immaculate tastes."
	"I...I-i-i have never seen any of these."
	"I am familiar with some but not all, I am not particularly interested in paintings and sculpture."
	"Hm.  What a surprise, the ruthless killer does not enjoy a picture."
	"I do not enjoy the stillness of it, there is nothing to configure in a painting whereas a book keeps moving with its words, whilst an equation keeps solving with its mathematical conclusions but a painting is...it is just THIS.  A transfixed moment of nothingness where we have some creatures of hopeless imagining from a hopeless human figment self-deluded by their own senses of a greater being.  This does not move, this does not follow, this woman, this child, this audience is nothing but hopelessly STILL!"
	"So...to reiterate, you hate these paintings because they do not move?"
	"Yes.  Wait in five hundred years and you shall have an actual difference when they start moving pictures to tell a story and so to create a new medium whereby this triptych can actually start to narrate whatever pitiful existence that it's supposed to represent!"
	"You have no patience, you cannot sit and appreciate something."
	"I CAN whilst I am reading a book for it is telling me a story, THIS is but a small fragment that tells me absolutely nothing!"
	"Are you serious?!  Can you not see the poor woman's pity?  Can you not see this painting here, showing an unhappy marriage for the woman who does not wear a ring?  Can you not see this child who is so warmly received despite his twisted feet?  You can see in almost every painting here a story, have you not heard of the phrase 'a picture is worth a thousand'-"
	"Yes I know of that damn platitude, what is the point of those thousand words when that is ALL THEY HAVE to say to me?  A book has far more than a thousand to amuse me with, I cannot be simply distracted by such a pitiful number equivalent."
	"Ugh.  I know we are on a mission, but your lack of appreciation for this is dreadful, how come you do not enjoy these whilst you enjoyed those ones unfinished in the artist studio!?"
	"Because they were not FINISHED telling a story...an unfinished tale always grips me in someway far more than these completed fables of God and piety.  I was partially fascinated by what they wanted to tell me, before they would be completed."
	"...I...see."
She had no means to respond to such a display of hypocrisy as she walked further on down the corridor taking in the sights.  The candlelight above gave everything a luscious red hue as if walking into forbidden halls of a grand palace, without any windows to tell the passage of time with.  It was almost as if one could lose themselves within this hallway forever, on and on it would stretch as they continued walking down investigating each painting as they went.  So far no sight of any holy relic could be found until they had come upon one particular painting.

This one they did not recognise was a portrait of a child staring solemnly with mouth pursed whilst wearing saintly-looking robes of red and white.  Fair faced in the 14th-century style of art, her sallow cheeks and eyes of determined piety served as inspiration as a large inscription laid underneath the painting itself.
	"Agnes of Bavaria.  Pleaded to grow amongst the holy innocence of virgins, but was taken by her father out of the cloisters to be arranged into marriage.  She begged to God to have Him take her, and so He accepted with her words of piety utmost convincing Him.  She grew ulcerous sores all over her body and was taken from this world at the age of seven."
	"Poor thing...what sort of awful father would arrange such a bondage that young-"
	"Seven.  That's it, we must need her tongue."
	"C-can't you at least respect-...right, of course you can't."
	"But how do we extract it when it is within a painting?"
	"There has to be some trick surely."
The demon pressed his hand upon the strangely wet ink as he came nearer to it, feeling it stain his claws before he felt a strange draft coming from straight in front of him.  Then he noticed the painting pushed inwards slightly against the wall behind it, bending too easily for it to be on canvas alone before he dug his claw into the painting oils.  Slowly tearing open the middle of the girl's robe, he revealed beyond the painting a dark passageway almost like an abandoned storage room of sorts.
Passing through the painting he tore further open, he stepped in finding nothing of interest, old boxes coated in dust.  But then he saw a mirror far at the back, laying against the wall to the side as it softly shimmered like the flames to a moth.  Curiosity invoked itself within the Scissoraptor as an odd smell permeated the place, one he recognised of being paint but there was something else underneath.  He looked into the mirror, body-sized and oval-shaped with gilded gold frames seeing but himself in all his possessed beauty.  Cold black eyes, dark scaled skin with long claws and wicked teeth.
But then he felt a shimmering past his vision from behind him, though he resisted the urge to turn his head upon seeing a blue ghostly blur walk behind him in the mirror's reflection.  Colours melted as they began to shift through various hues before settling in on something strangely off-white, with low-cut black around the waist as a voice drifted into his ear.
	Bobby.
The demon stood still but a gentle twitch of his eye showed recognition.
	Are you done playing with your new toy?  Oh...oh dear...did this one hit you?
He felt a soft touch strangely warm against his hand picking it up as he became oddly plaintive, calmed by the voice.
	What a terrible thing it did...come here sweetie.  It's alright...I'll get you a much better toy, one that won't fight back.  I know you enjoy the more feisty ones but I don't like to see you get hurt...my sweet Bobby.
He closed his eyes as he felt a kiss to his head, smiling sweetly but the moment he opened them once again, he found himself in a familiar place.  One that was all too-disturbingly far away from this world.  A child's room, darkened blue walls, dolls lined along the shelf and a single bed in the corner with high bars on either side like a cot, but for a larger child.  The demon recognised it too clearly before seeing something on the floor.  A dead girl, broken in six places, eyes bulging from between her strands of short brown hair, wearing a red polo shirt and jeans.
	You were always such a rough boy, Bobby.  Honestly, it's so difficult to find a toy that's perfect for you when they all just break so easily.  But don't worry...I've managed to find SIX new lively ones for you to play with.  Won't that be exciting?!  I'll be leaving soon, be sure to guard the house like a good boy, and take care of your brother Dan.  Remember to give your toys when broken to him, it helps him grow into a big STRONG boy and I know you so dearly want to play with him.
He couldn't even stop smiling as a strange happiness washed over him that soothed his demonic spirit.  It was an odd sensation, one he had not felt in years and one he had almost forgotten, feeling sick to the stomach at how suddenly it came back like a virus festering in his bowels.  He clutched at his stomach, feeling something.dreaded as the scene began to shift around him into complete darkness.  Thundering darkness, the sound of the constant turning gears deafening his entire being as he clutched at his ears by an instinct.
	YOU BITCH!
The woman's voice shrieked from the darkness above him, blind but still hearing every single thing as the sound of rain became a constant static intermixing with the crunching grind of machinery crushing his body.  Somehow it hurt more deeply than he expected to, a searing cracking pain as his body felt twisted, brittle and helpless.
	You've been a terrible daughter...my...my son is DEAD because of YOUUUU!
He heard a struggle, constantly from above, an older woman's scream of rage as a younger girl panicked in frightful frustration.  A flapping of wings haunted him, that black swarm that consumed his vision as he saw something.  A flash of memory, a woman's face being slowly eaten by ravens.  She fell.  Screaming.  He screamed for her and it was then he knew...it was the first time he wept with sorrow.
	"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!  ENOUGH!  ENOUGH OF THIS!"
	Ohhhhh...did I hit a nerve my sweet little Bobby?
	"I AM NOT YOUR PLAYTHING WHATEVER YOU MIGHT THINK!"
	Oh I beg to differ...when a tasty boy like you comes into my parlour I simply MUST crawl into his fiendish brain and pick it apart...and I will do more than that.
	"SHOW YOURSELF!  SHOW YOURSELF TO ME!"

He felt the darkness remove itself and soon he was back in the art gallery corridor but something was off.  The room was much more a different hue, somewhat redder than usual with a pinkish flesh-like tone given to everything.  The paintings were different too, strangely sexualised to the most blasphemous proportions as stoic-faced men and women flagrantly masturbated before the viewer.  Stern nipples and stiff clitorides alongside rigid penises, even the animals were in brazen heat but nobody touched each other.  They were all strangely lost in their own self-pleasurings.
But what was most disturbing was the seven-year old Agnes sliding her hands inside her robe up to her chest, with a look of panting lust showing her mouth wide open with tongue hanging out to accept any offering.  The demon saw his chance and swiftly tried to reach but found himself suddenly repelled backwards by a striking force from inside the girl's robes.
	Ohhhhhh goodness, all this choice and you go straight for the littlest one?  I suppose you get tired of the older flesh and prefer something a little more...tight?  Hmhmhm.
	"I have none of THAT, or any sexual drive so whatever sickening imagination you have is purely by your own admission."
	Mmmmmmmm really?  I find beauty in everything...even you.  A monstrous...violent...ruthless beast so very thick muscled and...mmmmmmph...I bet you could tear through someone's womb like wet paper with that thick weapon.
	"My blades shall carve anything I deem unworthy of living."
	I wasn't talking about your blades.
Suddenly there came a warm shiver from behind him, as he felt a bizarre painful tightness in his jeans.  Hands invisible began gliding all over him, a tongue pressed to his earhole as he felt the throb of a muscle that he never used in his life.  He tried to push away but found himself briefly paralysed enough to allow the unfurling of his cock, which in the state of his possession had swelled from James' usual 7 inches, to a horrendously large 10 inches that thickened to at least 3 inches wide.  It would not give any man or woman a good night without some immense pain as it throbbed with forceful manipulation from the other creature's power.
	Ohhhhhhh what a beautiful thing.
	"N-NNNNNGH!"
	Oh I bet you could destroy me with that thing.
	"I will...destroy you my OWN way and not for your sickly pleasures of the flesh."
	Stop being such a spoilsport, honestly.  I've never heard of a frigid male.
	"And h-h-how many have you raped to p-prove that wrong?"
	Hmhmhmhm...silly beast, a woman can NEVER rape, haven't you heard?
	"I...g-greatly beg t-to differ, all c-creatures beneath me are capable of such puerile acts of lust-"
	You seem to be enjoying it, look...you're already nicely hard.
Indeed his cock was pulsating against his will, groaning a stifling gasp from his throat as the strange sensations of a forced arousal tried to control him before he felt something dig into his puckered rear.  It was a loathsome feeling as a slender finger pressed into his raptor hole trying to tickle at his prostate against his will.
	"E-ENOUGH!"
	Ohhhh...goodness you ARE loose, hmhmhmhm...what a naughty boy, you've been having fun recently haven't you?  Is that why you do not enjoy my touch, are you rather something of a...confirmed bachelor?
	"I am NOT anything!"
The paralysis wore off sooner than expected as he forced himself away, swinging his scissors towards the misty veil as it dodged out of the way showing itself to be a lone human woman.  But one that was so familiar to him he almost stopped himself from attacking.  Short brunette hair, somewhere in her 30s, wearing a modern-looking grey blouse and a black skirt.
	"Wha-...wh-wh-what is this-"
	"Ohhhhhh Bobby...are you not happy with our new game?  Hmhmhmhm!"
	"YOU-...NO, YOU ARE NOT HER!  HOW DARE YOU INSULT ME YOU WRETCHED SUCCUBUS!"
He struck out once more as the woman dodged swiftly beneath his blades trailing herself towards him as a veil of smoke, but he repelled her swiftly in turn by a pulse of his own evil as she shuddered gasping.
	"HHHHHhhhh!  Oh you are DEFINITELY frigid, perhaps you would rather suit an Incubus' needs."
	"SHOW YOURSELF WHORE!"
	"Nasty nasty!  Very well."
The creature revealed herself as indeed reminiscent of a human female, but with grand bat-like wings that creaked like leather whips fittingly for her incredibly tight bodice of subtle black wrapped round her waist above a pair of laced panties.  Were it not for the wings she would have been the embodiment of European society's image of a perfect woman, luscious red lips and flowing locks of blonde hair curling slightly at the strands.  She licked her lips showing a glint of her true power within her sultry dark eyes, her hands covered in strange bone-white tattooing that ended in her fiendish-looking claws.
	"Reptiles can be so cold-blooded, takes soooo long to get them throbbing."
	"Believe me, nothing about me throbs but my rage doth runneth over."
	"I always love a challenge...I heard your little remarks about our master's tastes, perhaps I should correct you...I think you might make a nice portrait when I skin you alive and have your organs made into a delightful triptych.  That would make a WONDERFUL gift to my lord actually."
	"You shall have no gift but your own death to hand to him."

The demon braced himself to fight, seeing Rozalia was nowhere to be found but disregarding her as he rushed forth towards the mistress of the night.  She flapped her wings to get above before swooping down tearing her claws across his skull with an instant strike, carving into his head as he reared back with some pain.  In response he hurled his scissors towards her back slicing upwards to the shoulderbone as the succubus shrieked from the whirling blades before they swiftly returned to its host.
She turned fast in mid-air and swooped down once again with her claws stretching outwards to carve across the entire wall to Scisso's right as he dodged in a puff of smoke.  But the she-demon saw his evasion quick enough to turn upon passing and scar down his back with both hands and claws out fully, plunging through with seven piercing nails that burst forth from the monster's chest.
Scraping and dragging like a cat's claws upon carpet, she twisted and tore at the flesh until the raptor's scissors reacted to strike at her face, trying to dodge with one wing buffeting the steel weapon away but it was not enough.  The blades scraped through her leather wing and stabbed through to scrape deeply across her cheek, the harpy crying out as she pulled her hands out of Scisso's back to cover her bloody face.
Dripping rather deeply, she simply wiped it clean once before a vicious backhand of solid air slapped Scissoraptor across the face, landing him hard onto the floor from the unexpected strike before he swiftly jumped up.  The moment he did, her claws shanked out to the lengths of spears impaling deep into the stone floor, one of which scarred through the demon's chest and cracked through two of his ribs in a single slice.  He took the hit standing and swung his scissors once again towards the she-demon as the weapon became possessed fully with a radiant purple aura.
She dodged but not fast enough as the blades drove into her guarding wings ripping through once again to slice down her leg causing her to scream before she kicked back violently.  Driving one of her high-heels straight up towards the scissors, she caused them to spin fast into the ceiling buried by a few inches in before she turned and striked upon the Scissoraptor's host.  Slamming her hands onto his upper arms to pin him, she straddled powerfully with the strength of a mother bear and grinded her laced panties painfully upon the still-rigid raptor cock.
	"DON'T...deny me my feast, little one."
	"NNNNGH!  You are getting not one drop out of me you wretched spawn of Lilith!"
	"Insult me all you want, your resistance only makes me DRIP even more."
Snarling, he watched the succubus take liberty of his body and attempt to pull her laced garment to one side in order to slide down the thick meat.  But the moment she dropped her guard readying herself to steal a part of his essence, he drove forwards with a vicious mauling bite into her neck roaring with frenzy as she shrieked.  She lost her balance as she was rolled to the side, his jaws still deep in her throat as he rabidly tore away like a wild dog before she stabbed him through the eyes with her claws.
Screeching fury forced him to let go as she plunged her thumbs like twin daggers through his sockets, warm fluids streaking down his cheeks as she readied herself to pounce upon him.  But the scissors soon returned to him by the will of its whole essence divided between host and weapon causing the succubus to dodge sleekly out of the way.  But by the time the raptor had regained his eyesight from his healing as he gripped his scissors tight, he saw not one, not two, but seven women appearing before him all in one circle around him, resplendent with their wings.
	"Ohhhh you cannot be serious."
	"What's wrong?" said seven succubi.  "Are your eyes deceiving you?"
	"You practically clawed them out of my head you harlot SLUT!"
	"You know you could stand to expand your vocabulary without insulting me so directly, I am MUCH more than just a slut.  I am also a demon like you, a vile mistress of the night, or rather-"
	"You're a succubi, you LITERALLY ravage people sexually for sustenance, I DO NOT GIVE A DAMN WHAT YOU THINK YOU ARE!"
	"WELL!  If I cannot have you one way, I'll just carve you up until I can take some parts of you for MYSELF!"
The seven women suddenly attacked him simultaneous, forcing him to duck down between the branchwork of nail claws that scraped against each other in perfect synchronicity.  He spun fast with his scissors hoping to cleave through them all but they backed off in one motion waiting for him to stop spinning before encircling him again.  Deciding to at least try to decrease the number of illusions, he chose the closest shade of she-demon and plunged his blades violently fast ripping through her organs.
All it did was simply cause her to fade with a mawkish whimper with now only six left to deal with, as well as having an exit from the circle of whores that trapped him so neatly.  He diverolled out through the gap as the succubus' illusions lined up before him as they all held their left hand straight up, showing a glistening smoulder come fiercely emitting from their fingers.  Six fireballs suddenly plummeted down upon his head as the raptor struck ruthlessly back, tearing through two of them in one strike before the third and fourth were knocked back instantly towards their owners, the two silhouettes fading away gasping with only four left to face.

But the final two he could not defend himself against with his last swing outreaching by too far, causing him to be horribly burnt by the double volley.  One in the gut and one in the throat, he gasped a shrieking call as he rasped with scorching thickness into his oesophagus along with the seething drip of an acidic sort of flame trying to hollow out his stomach organ.  The magic was strong but he resisted, standing firm with abdomen being eaten away by rancid hot burns until he started to more resemble a ghoulish undead.
With spine now showing from both throat and belly, the monstrous possessed charged forwards upon the four final shadows as they began to swoop individually.  One by one they came screaming down upon his head like wild bats from the ceiling, scraping and slashing across the air to try and sever off pieces of the demon invader.  The first illusion he dodged, the second he scraped his blades across her claws to deflect, the third he stabbed after rolling towards her and the final fourth he did not even bother to attack.  Because the third one was the real succubus.
	"DIE WRETCHED SHE-BEAST!"
He focused all his attacks upon her, her surprise at being caught out throwing her off-balance as she tried to slice at his face with vicious growing claws but it was useless.  He either took the hit or simply blocked with his scissors now opening up in two to double-block against either hand from any direction, and each time she scraped upon the cold steel, it would send vibrations trembling with raw bitterness up along to her shoulders gasping.  He snapped open wide his scissors before pressing forwards, but she dodged her neck out just in time before he suddenly re-opened them and crunched upon one of her wings.
	"A-A-A-AAAAAAAAAAAARGH!"
She felt her left wing completely sever from her body, twisted violently off with a wrenching snap like one of her own fingers forcing her to stumble feebly onto the ground half-flapping in panic.  The demon stomped upon the other wing forcing her to stay still before he drived his bladed tips down into the back of her slender neck, carving viciously through the very spine itself now splitting itself completely to the sound of crackling bone and gristle.
The shadows began to fade as the illusions disappeared behind the raptor with every streaking tear he made down along the she-devil's spinal column, writhing in agony as she gasped with claws scraping across the floor.  Her eyes rolled upwards into her skull with more guttural coming from her throat.
	"I have been strangely focused on spines this night for no true reason in particular...and yours I must say is very exquisite."
	"A-AAAAAAAAAAGH!"
	"The little parts of the vestigial wings, very intriguing...any last requests?"
	"...k-kiss me."
	"No.  Really, if you think I am going to accept such an obvious plea from a succubus, you must think-"
	"I have...the tongue you are searching for."
	"What?!"
	"The tongue of Clarity...that is what you were wanting, wasn't it?  I can sense your urge for it, so needful...and there is only one way you are ever going to wrestle it from me."
	"I can break your jaw wide open and take it for myself if that were the case."
	"...you have no sense of romanticism.  Fine.  Let me ask you something.  What are you truly searching for?"
	"What do you mean?"
	"Is it only souls you are searching for to consume?  Really?  You must want something more in this life, this purpose you have taken from this beast to gain your own."
	"The only thing you ever need to know is tha-"
	"Answer me.  That is my last request...which is what I would have said if I had not already seen into your memories before and already know how desperately empty that you are.  And if you haven't even realised it yet, then you will soon."
	"Empty because I have not BEGUN to feast properly this night."
	"You cannot consume spirits forever, demon.  One day you will have consumed every living thing in the universe and so you shall have nothing.  No reason, no purpose...nothing to distract you from something far more deep than your eternal hunger.  Emptiness.  Let me show you a gift in order to make you understand far sooner than you might think...or even would ever want to."
She opened her mouth willingly as if giving up gladly to show the tongue indeed that was shining with a strange holy bleakness.  But before the demon could even take it, she lunged forwards and pressed her lips to his as he found his eyes opening once again as a misty veil cleared the world before him into a blistering sharpness.
	"Master?!  Maaaaaaaaster?  Oh for God's sake, I'm not going to stand here forever."
	"What?  ...was that all an...some form of illusion?"
He felt the world come to its focus as if for the first time after the fight as he felt the colours shift gently back to the old corridor, with all the paintings now less sensual and back to buttoned-down old medieval gesture.  He wanted to note one thing further but soon felt a fierce agonising burn from his throat almost suffocating him.  The demon fell onto his knees, gasping, shrieking with a vomiting choke as his breaths began to turn shorter with each rasping of desperate need.  Something burned inside his throat thickly like raw acid.
It wasn't so much needing air as rather to expel something from his throat before he finally forced it through his oesophagus and threw up something onto the floor.  Glistening with something other than saliva, was a small tongue completely severed off and yet well-preserved despite the ages it had been through as he realised what it would be.  Indeed they looked towards the painting of young Agnes completely untouched without a single shred, finding her mouth now open in prayer of hymn.  But her tongue had been severed entirely.
	"HRRRRKHHH...a-aaaAAGHHK!  Hhhhhh...that...that witch actually did that, that...little BITCH!"
	"W-who?!" asked Rozalia.
	"There was...wait.  That painting is not...did I not vandalise this painting?"
	"Nnnnno?  Why, are you planning to?"
	"Not if I do not have to...ughhhk."
	"Is that...REALLY a tongue you just threw up, that is disgusting!"
	"Not mine even...that whore I faced off in some sort of illusory encounter forced it down my throat.  Was there really no one else here?"
	"No, nothing, you somewhat passed out and went into a strange drifting trance of some sort, I could not even bring you out of it!  I considered leaving you but then I did promise, that and I would rather not have you be unaccounted for wandering the place murdering more creatures."
	"Why?  Were you planning on warning anybody?"
	"No...I'm...I'm not sure at this point, at this rate I feel as if I am...just here with you for the sake of completing something."
	"That will do, now take that tongue off the floor and let us explore the rest of this mansion.  I have yet to find this Slogra beast for which we shall need of his purposes in order to unlock the catacombs."
	"Wow...you really love the sound of your own voice repeating our mission openly, don't you?"
	"Only when I am around those of a lesser intellect in case I have to."
She rolled her eyes fiercely as she picked up the tongue of Clarity from the floor, placing it into her new satchel along with the other various odd items she had no idea to the purpose of.  The demon cleared his throat of the scalding pain or at least tried to as he moved on, heading to the end of the corridor to continue finding Slogra.

In the farthest reaches of the villa, there lied a sauna consisting of two rooms recently added with inspiration from the middle east, judging from the many-patterned mosaics of maroon and blue with low-lit colours to ease into.  Diamond patterns radiating out into flowering images of tiled slots in both rooms rendering a somewhat-exotic taste to the largely European-style villa.  One square room of medium size having hot coals burning constantly to keep a thickening sweat amidst two levels of benches squaring around it, with another room past it much larger with a spacious circular pool completely roasting with hot water that would be too scalding hot for a human being.
But to the monster now inside it was perfectly soothing into the quiet atmosphere, lying his winged shoulders across the side rim of the pool smoothly as an odd herbal scent began misting through the air, a rather sweet smell somewhat like licorice.  The creature within the pool had only the upper half of his body showing as the waters constantly steamed around him, his face like a flying fox with wings wetly hanging down beneath the depths as he moaned with his bass voice:
	"Ohhhhhhhh this was the best idea you've ever had...this milkvetch is wondrous...hhhhhhh..."
He breathed deeply with a sweet orgasmic shudder, panting with tongue hanging from his mouth as he shifted himself a little to get in more comfortably whilst spreading his legs a little.
	"Normally we would have to use one of the larger bathrooms, I'm very glad the master put in this sauna though I am surprised it's in the more...family region...then again I suppose this was originally guest quarters, perhaps he wanted to use this for him and his special...hmhmhmhm, well, no matter.  We might as well-nnnngh...test this ourselves hmmm?  ...be ready, I hear him."
Entering the sauna not more than a minute sooner was the Scissoraptor along with his human mule who kept a tender pace behind him as they examined the rather intriguing look of the relaxation spa.  The demon simply walked past the benches to the other door where he saw the winged beast sitting calmly inside the circular pool sighing pleasantly.  He did not even turn his head to greet the newcomers as he answered:
	"Ahhh...good evening.  Forgive me if I do not stand up to greet, I am indecent at the moment."
	"Are you Slogra?"
	"No.  Are you looking for him?"
	"I have need of his services or rather that of a key he has to the catacombs I need for reasons."
	"Really?"
The monster bathing turned his head with calm look and beastly fangs that would devour a flock of sheep.
	"What purpose exactly?"
	"...a recent intruder has been taken care of along with unfortunate casualties and I am required to dispose of his remains in the catacombs."
	"Ahhh...hmmmm...he WAS here but around at least an hour ago but you may just be in luck."
The winged beast dipped his hand down into the waters as if feeling around until he grabbed at something, pulling out a key shining cleanly before the Scissoraptor, his other hand sliding down his own chest underneath the water.
	"He dropped this whilst he was enjoying a hot dip, I was going to return it to him but...hmhmhm, knowing him I suppose he's off somewhere deepthroating like a whore."
	"Hmhm, I take it you are not a fan of him."
	"He's nothing but a wretched birdbrain whose only benefit of having a long beak is that it can swallow a GREAT length without choking."
He shifted his hips upwards and pushed his arm down causing a sudden bubbling up from his crotch as both demon and human looked oddly upon the bather who simply smiled:
	"Forgive me, I had a large dinner."
	"Hm, flesh-eater are you?"
	"Can fill you up quite a bit...meat, that is, hmhmhaha.  Oh but, where are my manners when a dear lady is present, my name is Leon Belmont.  Enchante."
The supposed "Belmont" offered his hand with the key towards Rozalia who stepped forwards cautiously before taking it, the beast offering it to her gladly before reaching for the wirst gently as he kissed her hand like a gentleman.
	"And who might you be, my madame?"
	"R-r-roz...Rozalia."
	"Ahhh...delightful name, you are a lady of such grace I can tell."
	"I...th-th-thank you."
	"Tell me, have you come to seek sanctuary from the bane of God?"
	"Yes...I am.  I just...I needed to leave my village because of...other problems and I so came here."
	"Mmmmm...that's a pity, you are welcome with us if you wish to be underneath the safety of my master's cloak to defy God for what he's taken from you."
	"I h-have of late been feeling my worth in God become wilted.  Is it truly safe here?"
	"It is.  We are all God's mistakes, and so He shall have to answer for them, even Man was but a mistake once that he so chose to correct, and look what it has come to.  It is hardly an idyllic world is it not?"
	"No, no it isn't.  Thank you for the key, this will...um, save us a great amount of trouble."
	"Be safe my dear maiden.  In return perhaps before you leave, I would like to offer you a kiss."
	"I...p-pardon?" asked the lady.
	"Do not fear, I know you are forsaken from the many shades of God and I can also feel the mark of a demon's protectorate upon thee.  Please, allow me a kiss of luck, and goodwill for you."
	"...n-normally I would never considering my...previous experiences with demons."
	"Then I shall dissipate such worries from your mind and bless you of our guard with a greeting."

She looked over towards the Scissoraptor who simply did not care either way and tapped his foot impatiently before she knelt down and gave "Belmont" a kiss.  It was strangely polite, no tongue despite a sense of stirring passion in the monster's heart, placing a clawed hand at the edge of his wing upon her neck to keep her close whilst the other hand remained down beneath.  Beastly moans trembled from his throat as their lips suckled briefly, marred with her bleating whimpers that incensed him to a greater need but he resisted before parting, sighing happily.
	"Thank you, my dear.  I hope you enjoyed that too."
	"I-i-i...again, normally I would not do this but I...you are already the most kindly demon I have ever met."
	"I do not want to take advantage.  I simply wish to make you feel welcome in our master's domain.  Be safe, both of you."
	"Enjoy your night...mister Belmont."
Waving them off gladly he made certain that they were gone completely from the sauna's region at the villa as their footsteps receded to nothingness before turning towards the pool itself.
	"You can stop now.  The coast is clear."
	"HHRRRRRRGHHK!"
Raising his head from the steamy depths was a long beak of pale yellow gasping with a coughing choke.  Yet despite his panting he had a smile on him still with a giggling excitement.
	"KHHHhhh...hehehehe, d-did you have to...really shove the entire thing down my throat?"
	"Just a little bit of fun, 'Birdy', you were hardly complaining the last time we did this."
	"I-i would have...p-preferred some warning!"
	"Well...you're not quite finished yet aren't you?"
Two separate hands were slowly stroking off a large blur barely seen beneath the waves of the bathing pool as Slogra rolled his eyes.
	"I just need to catch my breath a little."
	"You'll have to do better if you want my seed for supper, or else I shall be forced to give you the whole thing deep inside you."
	"Mmmmmmph...I love when you are like this."
	"It's the milkvetch, you know how it makes me."
	"I cannot believe you actually KISSED a human, you filthy pervert!"
	"I could not resist, how often do you get a chance to have a lady's mouth at one end whilst a male is tasting the other?"
	"True...also, Leon Belmont?  Really Gaibon?  That's just poor taste!"
	"The lady tasted better I admit, do you want to taste her?  Come here."
Pulling the bird close he suddenly pressed his lips against the beak which opened up to allow Slogra's tongue to slather across the lips of the large winged beast.  Eventually they could not resist and soon Gaibon opened his mouth to suck on his friend's tongue, the beak opening to rub both parts across his furred smooth cheeks with an almost instinctive caution.  The bird-like soon pressed his own crotch against Gaibon's, grinding his solid flesh as a shadowed mass beneath the waters as they frotted ruthlessly.
The two demons panted into each other's mouths with wild lust tasting each other's breaths, their tongues coiling around each other almost perfectly as Gaibon's reached deeper into Slogra's beak, two serpents writhing and suckling noisily until drooling slightly from each other's mouths.
With thickening moans turning raspy as if trying to suffocate the other's breath and swallow every gasp they made, their eyes closed in sweet bliss of each other's warmth as arms pulled each other close by the waist.  Continuing to grind each other's cocks against to start a small stream of whitish spots appearing in the water, they soon would be interrupted by Gaibon's better hearing as he pricked his ear.
	"Oh hell, he's coming!  Quick!"
	"W-wait, I jus-"
	"Get down and don't stop sucking."
	"But I-GH-GHRRRRRGHHHK!"
Shoving Slogra down without any warning, the bat-like beast simply laid back with as calm an expression as he could despite forcing down his friend's head to eagerly fellate him.  It was only but a few seconds before a dark mist entered the room through the walls permeating, an icy frost that trickled upon the windows of an old abandoned house fierce enough to crack the glass with sudden sharp cold.
	"Ahhhh master, how goes the night?"
	"It would be better...without vermin to accost us with."
Smouldering into view, the reaper soon appeared in his full glory behind Gaibon who turned to stare at him unabashed before giving his report.
	"I have met with the target, master.  He came asking for the key to the catacombs by which I naturally gave him courtesy of Slogra."
	"Very good...he shall drown within the thousand corpses or at the very least have it slow him down.  Have you both prepared your trap?"
	"All taken care of, we had our 'friend' prepared for the last decade and now we have a chance to fully see her in operation.  The intruder shall surely reach the alchemy lab after the catacombs and by then we shall have him cornered.  And if he so tries to enter it before then, I had it well-locked the moment we began our arrangements so he is now forced to go beneath the soil...before digging his way out from it."
	"I see.  The moon is still high, which shall hopefully bring us more fortune than usual."
	"Is the castle's church prepared too?"
	"I have made arrangements, let us hope it all goes as smoothly as our informant has told us it should."
A gentle nod from the winged beast as he digested this information.  But not before looking furrowed as he asked cautiously:
	"Do you trust this informant, master?"
	"They were aware of this beast before our even mentioning it to the guards, two of which have been slain viciously at the front of this villa."
	"...oh.  No...not Jason and Hansel...they were such pleasant company."
	"The informant has promised us that we shall be rid of this little pest permanently, and has also promised NOT to interfere with our master's needs.  For that I am willing to make a small deal just to dispose of this vermin, which I see has also managed to destroy the new recruits down at the armoury."
	"Really?  ...God's foetid wounds, does our lord know of anything?"
	"No and I want him never to acknowledge this.  He is encloistered within his main quarters, resting still.  I do not want anything to disturb him, ESPECIALLY not some lowly scavenger."
	"Understood, master."
	"Now, what of the hidden tower?  Any progress on that?"
	"Nothing yet.  We know it is somewhere within the vicinity of the east ramparts, but we have not been able to access its point of origin.  The usurper has managed to hide it well beyond our comprehension."
	"I want that tower to be dealt with alongside this little beast, we have much greater enemies to concern ourselves with besides that intruder, who at least manages to remain within one dimension...even though...I have sensed a strange disposition about him."
	"Oh?"
	"I believe he is not of this world, perhaps some sort of...dimensional traveller, which means even more trouble so tread carefully.  This place does not require such reprobates who think time and space are but playthings to their advantage!"
	"Yes, master...speaking of which, how goes the village?"
	"The vox populi has been muted for this moment, after I disguised myself to defuse their fears of what was simply some rampant beast that because of their 'faithlessness to God' they self-deluded into thinking was some demon.  There was talk amongst them concerning...'the witch'."

A look of seriousness came over Gaibon.  Even the body under the water had stopped moving to listen carefully at this grave news stifling any lust within them to a dead stop.
	"Do you want us to keep extra guard on her and Adrian?"
	"Not for now, they are safe and I know the village will not be concerning themselves with vengeance for they have a homestead to rebuild firstly, as I have instructed them to in my guise.  They will not refuse the word of God even if it comes from my lips.  But perhaps we must consider moving them to someplace further away."
	"Agreed, I do not want anything to happen to them.  We saw nobody approach when we were guarding them, so I believe you are right."
	"Remember..."
His scythe came down by the blunt edge pushing down something solid in the water above Gaibon's crotch, the demon gasping as he began biting his lip.
	"DON'T.  Fail me.  I don't want any insects wandering within this castle upsetting any of our plans for the future."
	"Y-yes, I...understood, master."
	"It is VITAL that we remain on our guard, or else."
The staff pushed down further until dipping fully beneath the depths, as bubbles began to form in violent spurts with something struggling in its desperation to breathe whilst Gaibon panted harshly from a hot pain of whimpering.
	"You will have no future within this century.  I do not want this to come upon you as my most faithful of servants so please...tread with caution.  Or you shall find yourselves within the infinite abyss, from which I cannot bring you back until this castle's strength has regained itself.  Do you understand?"
The reaper pulled his scythe away as Gaibon gasped with relief, moaning with heavy chest as he gulped back a little breath before Death floated back from the pool.
	"Once you two are done with your activities, return to your designated quarter.  The sooner this scum is out of our castle the better."
Death slowly began to fade from existence as a dark smoke that permeated the room briefly, the coldest scent to bring shivers to Gaibon's nostrils almost rendering his blood still completely.  Eventually he turned towards his belly seeing a mighty splash of Slogra re-emerging from his crotch nearly suffocating as he replied:
	"...I think he knew you were there."
	"HHRRRRRRHHKH!  KHHHAH...wh-what made you think that?"
	"Hmhmhm, just a hunch."
	"We...did not see anyone approach Adrian's house, is that right?"
	"I am certain, we saw no human or beast ever come close so I believe in master's words."
	"Hhhhhh...oy...g-ghhhrkh..."
	"Hmhmhm, he really made you swallow like the whore of Babylon didn't he?"
	"I-i-i...wh-why did he do that?!"
	"Truthfully, I think to make you understand the severity of this.  Personally..."
Gaibon slowly reached his arm forwards underneath the pool to grope at something hard and throbbing forcing Slogra to squeak gasping as he began to assume a different persona.
	"Because everybody knows you are a cock-slavering bitch."
	"A-AAAH!  Nnnngh...that...th-th-that may be true."
	"It is...I know it is, you little birdy, I felt you sucking harder when I told that maiden about how much of a whore you really are...but not good enough it seems."
	"Wh-wh-what?!"
	"You did not manage to succeed in our bet saying you could drain me before Death took his leave.  You know what that means don't you?"
	"Yes...I do."
	"Then get on your knees and beg like a good imp."
	"Y-yes...sire."
Grinning along his entire beak, Slogra began slowly moving towards the side of the pool next to Gaibon as both stood up entirely, showing both were indeed quite erect for what was yet to come.  The bird-like beast bended over with featherless rear showing before his friend and a long lizard tail weaving gently from left to right.  Gaibon grinned as he licked his lips, sneering back to the gums with hellish teeth as he grabbed at Slogra's reptilian tail before lifting it to expose the smooth sculpted rump.
	"What's this?  I ask for a feast worthy of a king and instead I get this scrawny little WHELP!"
He slapped his winged claw upon the right cheek, smacking Slogra harshly to make him flinch and squawk softly.
	"Such a scrawny little heathen you are...not even worthy of a king to be made a feast of."
	"Aaaah!  I-i...I know, sire...forgive me...I hope that I can please you in...some other way."
	"Perhaps...it is not the feast I enjoy but rather the preparation of it..."
Gaibon's head went down slowly towards the tight green rear spreading the cheeks with both hands to reveal a dark puckered taint, winking sweetly with excitement as his tongue slurped into between the cheeks.  Gasping moans rattled from Slogra's beak as he felt the bat-like slip his tongue inside sliding all along the walls in a rippling circular motion.  Sharing one feature of his earthly winged kin, his tongue slid in deeper than expected, slithering six inches into the demon's tunnel easily.
Slogra whimpered, grinding his ass against Gaibon's snout which pressed firmly between the cheeks, mouth open wide like a bat upon eating a thick juicy berry bigger than its head.  The flickering slurp and forceful digging of the tongue across the rippling anal walls drove the bird-beast wild as he scratched his claws fiercely upon the pool's marble side gasping like a virgin.
	"AH!  A-aaaaah!  OHHH...h-h-hoh, sire."
	"Mmmmmmmnnnngh...nnnnnnmmmm..."
	"Y-yes...yes...th-there, THERE-OH!  AAAH P-PLEAAASE!"
He found the prostate easily, remembering it well as his chiropteran tongue flickered repeatedly across the bulge making Slogra squeal plaintively like a calf.  A calf about to be milked as he felt his drooling pre staining across the marble poolside in a thick melting puddle of clear fluids.  The swirling tongue of Gaibon was followed by a deep sigh into Slogra's rear, sending tingles through his spine as his eyes fluttered orgasmically from the baited breath of his friend.
But soon the winged beast stopped and dragged his tongue back out of the drooling puckered twitch of Slogra's rump as it softly flexed its muscle before him, pulling out with a gentle pop and a smacking of lips.
	"Mmmmmmm...I suppose even for a scrawny little beast you'll do to fill me up...you do love a lot of meat inside you to fatten you up, don't you my hen?"
	"Y-y-yes," murmured the birdbeast, "I...I do...I want to be full until I am nothing more than fattened roast for you to feast...ohhhh please, fill me, let me be your banquet for this night, sire."
A licking of his lips with cruel vampiric glee came over Gaibon's face as he grabbed Slogra's haunches, digging his claws slightly into them before he grinded his plumpening dick.  Sprouting from his crotch via an oddly reptilian-like slit, the winged beast was quite endowed at a hefty ten inches which was shorter than Slogra's twelve.  But whereas the bird-like had a thinner worm-like length, Gaibon's was thicker and more mammalian with veins thickening towards a plumpened glans drooling hungrily against Slogra's ring by a soft kiss of his pre.

He plunged in without restraint, groaning bestially a sound of the infernal hellspawn from the depths of his throat.  A sound that mortals only ever heard the first two minutes after midnight on Hallow's Eve deep enough to make their flesh vibrate intensely as Slogra whimpered:
	"AH!  A-AAAH!  Ohhhh yes...ohhhhh...ohhhh s-sire..."
Gaibon stuffed easily to the very hilt within a minute of penetration, the well-trained ass of his old friend suckling tightly at the right depth with surprisingly stable muscular control.  Twitching and tightening along various inches of depth, the bird-like gazed back towards the hungering Gaibon as he plunged in entirely, slapping his velvety waist against the bony rear as the winged beast snarled:
	"Do you feel that hen?  Your arse is MINE...always, whenever I want, you will become my feast, you do not exist for anything other than to sate my needs."
	"I-i...a-aaaah!  Ohhh y-yes I am, I'm n-nothing but your f-feast great sire, come, t-take your pleasure inside me, m-my...my arse is...nothing but yours to use as you s-see fit."
	"Good.  Bitch."
With slapping of claws upon Slogra's cheeks, the bird-like whimpered with a caw so bleak like a mourning crow as he panted with hot bliss, feeling Gaibon start to slowly thrust inside of him letting him savour each and every inch.  His anal walls gladly welcomed him, slickening ridges grinding upon the beastly length feeling every twitching of the muscle's veins as his eyes fluttered.  Every pound of the beastly hips against his own made a gentle moan escape from him, feeling the thick head of his friend scrape against his prostate that forcefully milked his pre.
Drooling helplessly, his legs quivered as the thick puddle began to turn big enough to ooze into the water itself, steaming hot as the smell of each other's musk began to incense them even further.  Nostrils flared as he picked up the pace, Gaibon slamming his cock to the hilt with every pull back he made of his entire length, teasing Slogra's wide-open pucker to feel it swallow his meat back inside.
	"Look at you...look how your arse begs me to ravage it, practically whimpers like your little beak.  I will enjoy seeing your belly bloated with my seed as it deserves to be."
	"Y-yes...I'm...j-just your whore."
	"You are everyone's whore...when I allow them to use you, filthy little cockstain."
	"NNNNGH...a-aaah..."
	"Beg for me.  Beg like a baby bird for his meal."
	"...please...s-sire, please, o-oh!  AUUH!  G-God's bitch in hell, fill me!  Breed me!"
	"Breed?  Hmhmhm...I think you are mistaken my little feast.  Demons do not breed."
He suddenly pushed his whole chest on top of Slogra's back to whisper into his ear.
	"Instead we fuck."
One violent thrust slammed Slogra down against the poolside, squashing his cock between his chest and the floor into the precumming puddle that smeared entirely on his belly.  Gaibon began to plunge with ravenous hunger, using his powerful force to fuck with frenzy grinding with searing strength that stinged his entire tunnel with frenzied painful bliss.  A good pain, like exercise burn, warm and burning from the ferocious slamthrusts of his friend on top of him.
	"A-AAAAH!  AAAAAH!  OHHHH G-GAIBON, FILL ME!  FILL ME UNTIL MY H-HEART'S SWOLLEN WITH YOUR HELL SEED!"
	"L-like it already is, you f-fucking whelp!?!"
	"YES!  YES, GOD IN SODOM USE ME!  FUCK ME LIKE HIS ANAL BITCH!"
	"YOU ALREADY ARE HIS BITCH, NOW PUCKER UP YOUR TAINT AND SUCK ME OFF UNTIL YOU BLOAT WITH MY SEED!"
His legs dangled uselessly in the pool as he laid flexing his anal walls expertly around Gaibon's meat, gasping with tears of bliss as he panted excitably.  The winged beast completely covered himself on top of Slogra, biting down upon his neck suddenly as the bird beast shrieked at the firm grip of his friend's teeth pressing hard against his skin, not breaking through but enough to scrape along his flesh.
Completely dominated, Slogra could not last as he moaned rattling from his throat a hefty orgasmic cry, spraying his hot seed all over himself as tender squirts pulsed from beneath his belly.  Staining himself up to his abs with his cock trapped between him and the floor, the demon tightened up his entire muscular tunnel in reflex squeezing the life out of Gaibon's dick.
It was the perfect tightness to fuck ruthlessly into as he jackhammered with pounding force making the water tremble and splash violently from around them until he came too, screeching an infernal roar of the night that would signal the death of maidens.  But not this time, here he claimed his friend's rear as his prize for the night, moaning as he plugged him thickly full with his hot infernal seed flowing deep into his regions, filling him gladly with warm thickening heat.
Gasping with one breath, the two beasts shivered against each other's bodies as the pale cum dripped from Slogra's rump, moreso when Gaibon gently began to slide out of him after two minutes of resting, savouring the inside of his friend for a little bit.  When he fully slid out with his cock heftily drooling a thick white web he smeared it naughtily on Slogra's rump cheeks with a breathless cackle.
	"Good bitch...all ready for the roasting fire to be tasted."
	"Hhhhhnnnnnmmmmmm...yes...thank you, sire."
	"Hmhmhmhmhm...well, that's that."
They ceased their roleplay as they sat back into the pool, slipping in side by side with Slogra wincing slightly from a sore rear before he giggled fiendishly next to his companion.  The winged Gaibon simply leaned his head back and replied:
	"Thank you for convincing me of this."
	"My pleasure," replied his bird-like friend, "I know that you needed it, even if you did not think you did."
	"Hmhmhm...sometimes I think you know me better than I know myself."
	"Well we are practically both of the same heart, aren't we?"
	"Indeed."
Gaibon kissed his companion on the cheek, whilst Slogra gently licked with his long tongue as the two embraced with an arm round each other's waist to savour the heat of the sweltering pool.  They knew they would have to leave and clean it completely with the draining of water eventually, but they simply relaxed in post-orgasmic exhaustion closing their eyes together until the winged beast continued with:
	"I am sorry for being a little moody back when we were at Adrian's."
	"Hhhahahaha, it's fine do not worry, I know you do not enjoy this particular season."
	"More like this particular month.  The end of winter always brings great and terrible things."
	"After our little soak I think a good demon fight will help our blood keep pumping good."
	"I think we have been pumping it plenty tonight."
	"Hhhehehehe...so, next time it's my turn to pump you then, I hope you can handle a bird stuffing YOU full my little 'Bon-Bon'."
	"I wouldn't dream of ever breaking tradition...my sweet 'Birdy'."