The special forces arrived quickly to clean up the scene. There were 5 of them in the squad that rushed over, three men and two women. Two of the men were tall and strong looking while one wore a pair of glasses and was much slimmer. One girl was carrying a box; she quickly attended to the two injured cops wounds as she opened up the emergency first aid kit she had with her.
The last person in the special forces group was a strong and fierce looking black haired woman with a frowning expression on her face.
When they reached, she gave orders to the others to confirm the devil was dead and tend to the victims' wounds. It looked like she was the one in charge.
Then she examined the devil's body as well as the surroundings, still frowning, feeling puzzled.
'How could an untrained group of civilians kill a mature devil...? My team of 5 together could take one down, but that's assuming we have all the right equipment and tools... How could that trio possibly have killed it...'
Her frown deepened as she pondered the impossibility before her that stared her in the face.
She especially felt goosebumps when she scrutinised the smooth long cut that bisected the devil.
'What weapon could have possibly done this...? It's... Terrifying...' She paused and cast a nervous glance at the injured policemen who had guns nearby them when found, then gave a long look at the frail looking blonde girl in a night dress.
'It couldn't be her, could it...?' Feeling a hunch, she beckoned to her information and tech specialist and pulled aside the glasses-wearing man, then asked him, "James, do a quick check on her. I don't need details, just find out who she is, pronto."
The intelligent looking man nodded and set to work, tapping his touch screen phone to bring up his national demon registry database.
Just then, the woman noticed the shattered dagger lying on the floor nearby and walked toward it to pick it up.
When she lifted it up, her eyes widened like saucers and she felt a pang of fear. The blade was completely disintegrated, something that even a thousand years of use could never achieve.
What could possibly manage to destroy the blade but leave the hilt intact...? What kind of impact, vibrations of force could achieve this...?
'And how in the world could this short last-resort knife do *that*...?'
She sighed. Looked like the answers could only come from questioning the girl. But first...
"Boss, I've got it. Here's her details." James, their tech specialist, called out to her and waved, then when she walked over, he showed her his wide-screen Samsung phone.
When the black-haired Diana looked at his 7 inch phone screen, her eyes widened in shock - and understanding.
* * * * *
The special forces were made up of experienced demons with special talents and powers, the most common two being advanced strength and the ability to absorb the life force from those they killed. These two powers were the defining characteristics of demons that struck fear in the other civilisations and races that encountered them, as this meant that they would grow stronger and stronger as the wars stretched on!
Fortunately for Masaru - now called Marsha - the humans too had a great potential for growth and an unassailable superiority in mana talent.
'Otherwise the demons would have won long ago...'
Marsha continued lying on the floor as the girl with the first aid box finished tending to the two men who were far more seriously injured.
'She's hot...' As the medic girl tended to her scratches and made sure she had no serious wounds, Marsha/ Masaru took the opportunity to admire the woman's well-endowed figure. She was a brunette with her hair tied back in a pony tail, hanging halfway down her back. Her leather outfit accentuated her curves and was unzipped down the front until just above her belly button, clearly for comfort, as it looked pretty tight on her.
However, the zip being down so low also meant that nearly half of each of her soft, big and white breasts were showing. And Marsha was entranced as she watched the jiggling melons while the medic bent down low before her and applied some antiseptic to her wounds.
'Big...' Marsha was so engrossed that she didn't notice the ambulance had already arrived and started moving Constable Kirishima and Ben on stretchers into the vehicle.
Marsha was disappointed as it would soon be her turn to be carried into the ambulance. It meant that she no longer got to enjoy the sexy woman's soft touches, and no longer got to enjoy watching the two "mountains" threaten to slip out from the tight leather suit.
But just then, the busty and beautiful brunette surprised her.
Instead of just professionally tending to the blonde girl's wounds, her hands started to apply more "pressure", causing Marsha to moan involuntarily.
The leather-clad seductress was directly caressing her thighs under her dress as she "applied antiseptic"!
Marsha tried to protest at the unfamiliar sensations, but an burning heat suddenly rose in her lithe and ripe 18-year old body. Her voice was caught in her throat and came out as an aroused moan instead!
She tried to say, "No more," but what came out instead was only the word, "More!"
The "nurse" in black smiled wickedly and leaned in closer and whispered in Marsha's ear, "Do you want more, my tasty little apple...?" Then she blew a kiss into the blonde girl's ear and licked her ear, causing Marsha to cry out in intense pleasure!
Then she blushed furiously and tried to keep her voice in, but to no avail as the woman's hot tongue moved around in her ear!
'Not... Hahh... Not fair... That spot... Why is it so sensitive...!'
Marsha was indignant! Before this, it had always been her (Masaru) that did the seducing! How could she be played with at some random sexy and delicious strangers hands...? It didn't matter that her body was like a juicy piece of meat just waiting to burst out of her clothes... Or that her tight and firm ass swayed and wiggled so sexily...
And as Marsha continued to moan and be swallowed up in the lustful feelings, the woman's hands suddenly pulled away and left her hanging!
When she finally regained her mind after being left unsatisfied, she blushed like crazy, burning with shame.
She had just embarrassed herself in front of half a dozen people - in public!!!
She turned completely red from shame, but to the watchers, it only looked like the redness of passion and desire.
When she looked up, she saw the lady in leather clothes had already packed up her first aid kit and walked away. The ambulance workers jogged over towards Marsha while pretending to have seen nothing.
However, the slight blush in both the man and woman worker's faces and the unnatural way they stared straight ahead instead of looking at her made her burn with even more shame!
So as she was helped up onto the stretcher (due to her legs still being like jelly), she glared angrily at the retreating vixen's back.
But just as Marsha stared daggers at her violator's back, the sexy woman turned to look at her and winked and licked her lips, causing Marsha to turn away in shock and shame hurriedly.
And also turn away before a new wave of scary and uncontrollable desire could consume her again!
'What was that...? Is she, like, into women...? And wasn't I supposed to be the one doing the conquering...? And what's up with me? How could I be turned into a quivering mess so easily?!? What's wrong with this weak body!'
Marsha felt really weird about what had just happened. But regardless, her heart pounded fast and blood rose to her face as she found herself looking at the retreating woman shyly.
Maybe being in a girl's body wasn't so bad after all...
After the special forces team finished securing the police station and checking that there were no more devils nearby, they spoke briefly to the ambulance crew. Then the two parties nodded to each other and the special forces team left.
The 3 ambulance vehicles closed their doors and departed for the hospital where the three victims of the devil attack would be treated.
* * * * *
As Marsha lay on the stretcher in the back of the ambulance, the two paramedics just awkwardly remained quiet. She, too, didn't dare to say anything.
What was she supposed to say? "Did you see me getting molested just now?" Or maybe, "What do you think of girl on girl action"?
Ridiculous! She would rather die than bring that up again.
So Marsha was left to her thoughts as the journey continued.
Especially the one question that had been bugging her since she arrived.
Why was she reborn in the demon world...?
Could it be related to the words he heard spoken while his consciousness was fading? When he heard a voice that sounded just like Demon God Glados?
'Something about being reborn... And taking revenge...'
When Marsha thought about his arch-rival of the past 5 years, he sighed.
Glados had actually been a valiant and honourable warrior, someone who had been more than a worth opponent for countless battles.
Finally Masaru had overcome his fated enemy on the battlefield, but at the same time, he had his doubts about the battle as well.
As the battle went on, there was this unsettling feeling that Glados was weakened and wary about something. Almost as if he were constantly watching his back.
As Marsha/ Masaru thought about it, he clenched his fists in rage.
When the battle had ended and Masaru defeated Glados with his three companions Reinhardt, Haru and Lance, they betrayed him, their leader and mentor for 10 years!
'I still don't understand... And even if someone told me that they saw it happen with their own eyes, I wouldn't believe it...!'
But it had happened to him. It was no dream or illusion.
He frowned in his teenage girl's body, depressed and yet determined to get his revenge.
'Just you wait... Whether Demon King Lucavi or the Human Emperor... Whether it was you, Reinhardt, or any one of you my brothers...'
He grit his teeth in anger and swore, 'Whoever it was who betrayed me... Will die!'
*Bump!* Just then, the ambulance made a sharp turn, causing the two paramedics to stumble where they were seated and nearly fall.
Then all of a sudden, the ambulance came to a immediate stop, throwing them all forward from the inertia!
Before Marsha or the other two could recover, the back door of the ambulance burst open to reveal four black-clothed and brawny men, all wearing dark sunglasses.
In a swift move, they grabbed hold of Marsha and placed a hood over her head, then carried her forcibly away.
Marsha felt herself being carried quickly, then heard the sound of a vehicle door opening, before she was tossed into it.
She landed and rolled on the hard metal ground, before she heard the sound of an engine revving and felt the vehicle begin to accelerate rapidly.
She unsteadily tried to get up and removed her hood, and found herself in the dimly lit back of a military truck.
Surrounding her were the special forces team from earlier, including the temptress who violated her. As Marsha stared at her in shock, the woman had the audacity to wink at her!
Quickly catching grasp of her situation and sensing that she was not in danger, Marsha asked loudly over the sound of the roaring engines.
"What do you guys want?" She put on a calm and nonchalant air as she spoke, impressing the special forces team.
The serious and tough looking black-haired woman stepped forward and then smiled, though it was just a tightening of her lips, then said, "I'll make you an offer, young girl... Marsha, was it...?"
The blonde, pretty nodded in response.
"First, I'm Diana and this is my team. You'll get to know their names later. Now my offer is very simple..." She extended her words and paused, letting the atmosphere grow heavy as the sounds of the vehicles wheels on the road and the drone of the engine were the only noises in the silence.
"Here's the deal. Join the special forces. Fight together with us against the devils. We'll train you, equip you and pay you a good salary." The black-haired leader smiled as she spoke.
Then Diana's eyes flashed threateningly as she unsheathed one of her high-grade special forces knives, made of blue-steel and more than 9 inches long.
"Or die."
As the blonde young girl in her white dress that was stained green and red looked on in shock, Diana heard James ask innocently.
"Boss... Are you really going to kill her...? She didn't even do anything wrong, what if the higher-ups..."
Tch. Diana clicked her tongue, then stared him down until he lowered his eyes and kept quiet.
Looked like she'd have to explain herself...
Later.
She smiled roguishly and aggressively, then pointed her dagger at Marsha and said fiercely.
"Now choose, girl!"
Marsha's head lowered in thought.
This scenario didn't make sense.
Why would the special forces who just came to save her and the policemen now suddenly turn around and force her into joining them? It sounded too much like an elaborate ruse to blackmail her into joining.
Which to be honest, was likely something she would have done anyway to gain strength and find the traitors behind her and Glados' death... So she could kill them all...!
Then Marsha smiled.
"Well... Ms Diana... I'm pretty sure that you don't have the authority OR the reason to kill me, or you wouldn't have waited until now. Why waste the time to tend my wounds, make sure I'm safe and then finally kidnap me, all to setup such a dumb plan that a child could see through...?"
This time it was Marsha who smiled threateningly, while Diana's expression turned dark as she scowled at her game being spoiled and being insulted at the same time.
"BUT! I'll play along with you. I'll join your special forces on one condition..." Marsha raised her eyebrows, then smiled with a friendly expression.
Diane glowered at the girl and kept silent, then gestured for Marsha to speak.
The young girl closed her eyes calmly, then opened them again. Her piercing red eyes were sincere, clear and without guile as she spoke.
"I'll ignore your nonsense threat. Tell whoever is truly in charge, whoever can make the decision."
"If you guarantee my independence and freedom. Then I'll fight for the special forces."