They entered the cave. An interesting cave. A cave like no other cave. The cave of the world's version of a fangirl.
The walls of the cave had been transformed. The natural, rock walls had been paint a fuschia pink. Small lanterns lined the walls, and paintings were attached all over the cave. The paintings were created by an artist with a certain fetish - fetish for cat boys.
The cat boys in the paintings depicted all sorts of raunchy poses, and there were even some artistic rendentions of cat boy on cat boy action - no, not the violent type, but a more risqué set of poses involving scantly-clad feline men.
Azazel narrowed his eyes. He stood there dumbfounded as he gazed at the artistic influence of the cave walls. I think I heard about this obsession on the Internet.
Zeus walked next to Azazel. The orc placed a finger on one of his oversized teeth. "This one looks like Oliver," he pointed out a painting of a cat boy with flushed cheeks and no clothing. That's definitely Oliver.
Azazel could see Oliver embracing himself in a fake hug, shivering. It was as if the poor feline was immediately drawn into a state of horror. He had lost something in the moment, as he embraced himself in fright. Regret flooded him for offering his assistance against the witch.
George stood in front if the opposite wall. The big oaf was studying the interesting art himself. He never knew such relations were possible between two men.
"..."
Zeus led the way forward, but Oliver was paralyzed with shock and fear. George grabbed the cat boy and tossed him over his shoulder. There was no way the men were leaving him alone in this cave.
Azazel spot a cage up ahead and thought he could see a body inside. They investigated and found a poor, caged feline man stuck in the cage. This man was vulnerable. What Azazel found most interesting was this man had a maid outfit on. Something sick is happening in this cave, while a demon normally wouldn't care, I can't help to feel sorry for these men.
The cages feline cowered in fear as the men approached. Azazel raised an eyebrow. "We aren't here to hurt you."
The feline point down the path to a large, open room filled with books, paper, potion bottles and various alchemy supplies, alone with a ton of fabric and various women's clothing on racks. "The witch! Please."
Zeus put his hands on his hips and flexed. "Don't worry, dear boy, we are here to save you."
The caged cat sighed with relief. "Oh, thank God. I have been trapped here for months. She would cast a spell and I would find myself creating all kinds of clothing."
Azazel figured this was his main target- the tailor. He definitely needed more than one set of clothing, so he hoped they could best the witch. His clothing was already beginning to become rather aromatic again, something he knew Emma detested.
"We will save you, but you'll be coming to my village."
The cat boy sighed with relief. "Anything is better than this. I have lost so much dignity in this cave of horrors. The things she has made me do..."
Azazel attempted to open the cage, but it was locked. Great, now I have to discover the key.
"The Witch has a keyring, you'll have to approach her. There's more of us in here! Please, help us! We will forever be in your debt!"
"Your name?" Azazel commanded the feline to speak.
"Felix."
"I am Azazel. Remember that name! I am your master now," Azazel stated with a dominate stare, his eyes fiery red, and fangs exposed in a menacing smile.
Azazel was pleased. I suppose I am able to occasionally seem cool.
Zeus rolled his eyes. He smacked Azazel on the shoulder before proceeding forward. George followed him, holding his cat boy luggage.
As the ventured further in the witch's hideout, several other cages were observed. Each cage housed a different cat boy, each wearing a different outfit that the witch forced the tailor to create. One was a princess. Another was a knight. Two were dressed scantly swimwear and another was in nothing at all.
Throughout the entire area, the artwork was plastered over the walls. Azazel shuddered when he viewed some of the art - he saw things which he wished he could erase from his memory.
"Hahahahaha!" An aggressive female voice was heard approaching them, as Zeus readied his giant hammer.
Out of the corner of his eye, Azazel spotted a tall woman with long, pink hair. She had pigtails and was wearing a gaudy pair of earrings. A short, pink tutu style dress and long white stocking were her clothing of choice. She was also holding a long wand, with a yellow star on top.
Azazel crossed his hands against his chest as the woman approached. Does she think she's a magical girl? The woman placed one hand on her hip and held her wand high in the air.
"What is a demon and orc doing in my sanctuary?" Her voice roared, echoing through the cave.
Azazel stood tall, raking a step closer. He flicked and wrist, pointing toward the woman.
"To smite you, disgusting piece of trash. These men do not belong in cages for your sick pleasure."
The woman scoffed, pointing her wand toward Azazel. "How dare you come to my home to insult me, you worthless demon."
George set Oliver against the cave wall. As he did, the witch licked her lips in thar direction. She shook her hips and flipped her left pigtail. "You will all pay,!"
Zeus was getting angry, so he charged forward. He slammed his hammer on the ground, but the witch dodged gracefully , and thrust her wand in the orc's direction. The star lit up and shot several rapidly moving, floating hearts out from the tip.
Zeus attempted to dodge, but his large body wasn't as nimble. Two of the hearts hit him, causing him to go into a trance. He dropped his sword and kneeled to the ground. Slowly, he crawled toward the witch and began kissing her feet.
Azazel recoiled from the disgusting display How dare she charm one of his loyal men? He growled as he felt his heart beat rapidly, a sudden anger starting to burst inside him.
"You damn witch. You will stop these sick games!"
The witch tossed her head back. She placed her hand to bet mouth and laughed, mocking Azazel's words.
George furrowed his and ran straight for her. He repeatedly tried to hit her, but each time, she skillfully dodged out of the way.
With a wave of her wand, she repeated her spell, charming the hulking man. George walked to a nearby display rack and grabbed a dress from it. He stripped off his clothes and attempted to squeeze into an elegant princess gown.
"Stop this now!" Azazel thrust a hand forward, summoning a huge fireball. The Witch, once again, dodged the attack, but he did end up setting some clothing on fire behind her.
As the fire burned, the demon and the witch glared at one another. The witch was determined to charm the demon. She didn't have a use for a human, orc or demon in her reverse harem, but she always wanted to use her magic to physically torture the living. Them being charmed would just make it easier for her to perform her sick games.
With a swift thrust, the woman shot out more hearts. They hit Azazel, but they were unsuccessful in charming him.
"Hah, looks like you cannot charm a demon," Azazel smirked as he shook his head. "We ard far too charming ourself. We do all the charming!."
Azazel felt he was close to success, but he didn't notice the witch bad used a spell to summon a sentient sword. The sword thrust foward, slicing Azazel's leg.
He immediately fell to the ground, clutching the wound. It was a large gash which caused him severe pain.
This damn witch. I am getting so damn fed up.
Azazel's heart began to race even faster. An explosive rage was building up and about to release. Without warning, he sprout two, long wings from his back, his fangs doubled in length, and his fingers turned into long claws.
His eyes were lit with a fire as his body increased in size, a hellish aura surrounding him, proving he was in fact a creature made in hell.
He charged forward and grabbed her wand, snapping it in half. The woman had never met someone who could best her, or even knew a demon could suddenly transform. Through all her years of research to refine her craft, nothing was ever mentioned about demonic transformations.
The witch screamed as Azazel knocked her down to the ground. His muscular beast arms pulled her next to him as he hovered over her. She closed her eyes tight, knowing she was about ready to die to a literal monster from hell.
The demon aggressively sunk his fangs in her shoulder. Venom exploded into her, causing the blood in her body to become warm. It stung her as he drank the blood of her now former self, but over time her body began to crave the venom. She slowly started to enjoy the feeling on his fangs sunk into her.
Azazel's beast form continued to pump his venom into her. The witch squirmed, her body slowly transforming into her own version of a demon. Though never as strong as a hell-born demon, she gained new powers and features.
Two short horns appeared in the side of her head and her eyes turned into the typical yellow of a human-born demon. She was now and forever turning into Azazel's loyal slave.
The spell she had cast on Zeus and Geoege had finally wore off due to her vulnerable state. Zeus heard the commotion and immediately faced the two. He watched in horror as the beast version of Azazel was running his claws down her clothes, tearing them off her body. The claws also let small cuts across her. His hand eventually made it to her neck, where he could to sink his claws into her, threatening to slice her flesh.
"Stop it, you damn dumbass!" Zeus yelled as he bonked his hammer on the demon's beastly head.
Azazel heard Zeus' voice call out to him through the rage he had unleashed. He removed his fangs from the witch underneath him and glanced at her, seeing she was now a demon herself. This sent flashbacks to his inner self about the night he had transformed Narasha. Slowly, his body reverted back to his normal form. He was no longer a vicious beast.
Azazel quickly stood up and diverted his eyes away from the witch. Her clothing was quite tattered from his attack in her and he felt he should not gaze for any length of time. He had almost lost himself before his friend saved him from an even bigger mistake.
As the demon regained his exposure, Zeus assisted the witch back to her feet. She ran off and changed her dress into a much less revealing version of her ripped magical girl attire. She ran back out, grabbing Azazel from behind.
"Master~! I didn't tell you my name. I am Celine, the lovely alchemist witch! I fight for you my lover~!
"...Lover?" Azazel sighed, knowing he made another mistake, but he was unsure how else the situation could have played out. He didn't want to turn more people into demons.
"Alright," he responded eventually. "I command you to release the cat boys."
George picked up Oliver once again, who was still in a daze as Celine released all of the cat boys in her possession. They were finally free.
Azazel now had another loyal fem-demon follower, and another explanation owned to Emma. He felt like he wanted to drown himself in the lake again.