Catalyst

Chapter 12

Two days had passed. Cavan stared out at the city of light. It really was beautiful, but he wasn't here for sightseeing. Seiru had given him a task and the stakes were high if he didn't manage to cooperate. Not to mention the instructions he was given by the carriage driver from Seiru which were, "Trust your instincts, and get results."

That, he would.

Cavan was confident that there would be misdirection in his course. Seiru would have to do something to try and force Cavan's course to follow what he wanted, and that's what he'd have to watch out for. If he thought he was following his own instinct he wouldn't resist what he had to do like if he thought he was following Seiru's will. That bastard didn't have time to try and completely break Cavan's will so he had to make due with what he could accomplish.

Still, this city hadn't yielded any hidden truths in the last couple of days he'd been here, and worse yet he found out rather quickly that Anadeo was not in the least bit oblivious to his face and actions. Luckily, Aizik's was not. It was likely Seiru's doing of course seeing as he was in complete control of the warden Natasha.

Cavan had gone through the city primarily with his hood on and a bandana over his face, but it was starting to seem like it wouldn't be enough. If he was caught they'd execute him in a heartbeat. Most thought he'd already been executed, but that didn't mean they'd let him go if they saw the face of one of the Cathedral slayers.

This town was the religious capitol of Artelle and for good reason. The Holy Temple of the Light Father was here and was hailed as the first church built in His honor. The city was truly beautiful having the only stadium built for concerts, the Adadeo Music Hall, and an arena for sporting events.

As he made his way through the huge city Cavan's mind wandered back to the supposed allies in Ederich. He got a good sense from them, but it wasn't enough to make him trust them completely as he so badly wished he could. He needed to get some real answers while he was here. For that he'd need to ask the right questions which didn't consist of "Where is the Tome?".

Cavan and Aizik had long had their suspicions about the Church of the Light Father, but never had they come to Anadeo which was good. It wasn't likely their stunt in Alium would have gone so 'smoothly' if they had done it here. There was just something completely unwholesome about the whole thing. Perhaps some answers to some deeper questions would get him some more info on the true nature of the Tome anyway.

Now he was in front of the Temple and pretty anxious. This place was in no way safe, but he needed to go in there. Perhaps it'd be less suspicious if he actually attended the service?
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"What do you mean they're not here yet?" Jin growled as the soldiers at the second checkpoint briefed them on the situation.

"Well, it seems their transport was exploded and they were picked up traveling on the road here. It may be another day or so before they reach us." replied an armored soldier. Jin rolled his eyes and sat down at his table. Liron sighed with relief,

"At least they're all alive, Jin. That's what's important." he said smiling. Another man sat at near Liron. He was a platinum blond with hazel eyes. His hair was straight reaching near his shoulders with thin strands hanging in his face. A dark blue headband wrapped around his forehead and a mask of matching color covered his nose and mouth leading down into a mantle cloak that only covered most of his chest. Underneath was a dark blue shirt that clung to his skin. A pair of leather gauntlets protected his forearms and a belted pair of tan pants protected his legs. He was slim but decently muscled.

"Indeed." he replied in a light voice. The man was slight in appearance looking somewhat feminine but giving off none of the airs of a female much like Cavan.

"Oh come off it Shek, of course you agree with Liron. You've been a suck up to him every since we picked you up. You got a crush or something?" Jin teased. Shek blushed and shot Jin a glare. It was true, Shek had an intensely cold personality, but during the trip to the checkpoint Liron had passed to the time filling him in on his past.

"I grew up here in Anadeo with a hero for a late father and a loving mother whose only flaw was that she could not let go of his memory or the drive to put that memory into her blueprint for my life. On the brighter side was a girl named Lilia Ermine. She had the most beautiful voice." explained Liron pausing for a moment in reminiscence. He couldn't help but smile remembering her angelic presence.

"So, she was perfection in your eyes." Shek asked curiosly.

"She was by no means a perfect soul. Lilia was sickly and tormented by the abuse she received from her late father's brother. He'd moved in after her real dad passed away from a rare blood disease. When her mother found out what was going on she killed him and the authorities covered it all up in her defense. During dark times we confided in one another. Her mother taught me to love the music of the viola. All the things I was quiet about in my life could come out on those strings, and they did. That's how I eventually attained Speakerhood. Pious belief and speaking a truth beyond words. Minister Haile agreed to teach me the true art and power of the Poema Verus if I agreed to join the Holy Knights."

"And that's why you're here. Interesting." Shek replied quickly. Liron closed his eyes,

"If only it were that simple. See, growing up with Lilia had made a big difference in my dreams. I wanted to make music with her. I wanted to have her sing her wonderful voice to the strings of my viola, but my mother's health began to fade in her age. I gave in to her wishes for me and made proud the memory of my father who'd died protecting last generation's maiden. Unbeknownst to me, during my training Lilia had contracted the disease her father had and was quickly fading. By the time I made it to her she was too weak to speak. All I had of her angelic voice was its memory and the song she'd been writing to sing with me when I got back. A song that admitted her love to me. In her final moments, all I could do was return the sentiment and apologize to her."

Shek just stared at Liron in awe. He was leaning in listening intently.

"I'm sorry, that's so sad. You have my sympathy." he replied. Liron smiled back.

"No need. It is my burden to bear. I abandoned myself and my only love to make my mother happy in her own final days. Death and sickness have become part of my life. I can only continue so all that has been sacrificed for me to assist in this journey is not in vain." Liron responded taking out his viola. "Anyway, would you like to hear the song she wrote?"

"You're going to sing?" Shek asked curiously. Liron raised his eyebrow taking out the bow for his instrument.

"In a sense," he chuckled as he began to play.

"Every since he told you about Lilia you've had some kind of man crush on him." Jin continued. Shek just continued glaring at him. Liron only laughed.

"Come now Jin, it's simply that you're not very agreeable didn't you know?" he replied. Jin returned the laugh and patted Shek on the shoulder.

"Chill out ninja boy it's all in good fun. Besides, Liron looks kinda girly so it'd be understandable if you decided you wanted to give him a good screw."

"Jin...no," Liron denied as he caught his breath from laughing. Shek just rolled his eyes and faced forward.

"Anyway, all I was saying is that it's good that they're indeed alive. I'd have believed so whether or not Liron had said anything. Since he did, I verbally agreed." Shek explained.

"Man you're a stick in the mud ninja boy." Jin scoffed.
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"In His name we were united under this holy kingdom of Artelle. The Radiant King Valian reached his sainthood in this way. He saw that Eden had cast Zoran out of their land and into man's world for teaching the ways of light onto their corruption." preached Minister Albert Haile. He was tall. Taller than Aizik. The man was young compared to the other ministers Cavan had encountered. Probably in his early thirties for what Cavan could tell. He had black hair that was kept short and straight with mustache and matching goatee. His eyes were mesmerizingly bright like the gleaming ice of the artic glaciers reflected off of the sparkling water.

What bothered Cavan about his was the fact that he couldn't get a read on the man in his gold and pearl robes. He couldn't sense anything. Benevolence, cruelty, piousness, hypocracy, batshit insanity...nothing. Sitting in the third pew from the back, Cavan didn't have trouble seeing since the rows were elevated slightly once you got that far back, but even if he was not able to see it was still as close as he was willing to get.

"Our Light Father came down from the radiant, glorious, magnificent kingdom of Heavan just to teach us the way to get in. The very people who he blessed to share his mortal countenance rejected him and cast him out into the wild. It was by His will that King Erenus Valian sought out the Edenians to seek council for their actions. It was by His will that Valian's eyes witnessed their evil ways! It was by HIS will...that their true colors came into view. Unable to accept what our Light Father Zoran was teaching to mankind, they gave the ultimatum that we become heretics like them, or die."

He was charismatic shouting in his deep chesty voice loud enough that the entire room was swallowed in its silver echo. Cavan sat quietly seething at the words.

"Eden was SO against seeing the light that they demanded the rest of the world cast into darkness with them. The Edenians took our Father back unto their masses, and while he knew them to be treacherous he went to them. He went to them to preach to them again, that he was the way. He BESEACHED them, people; our mighty father in Heaven begged on his knees for them to hear his words." Haile walked up the aisle as he spoke now looking into the faces of the people in the crowd enthralled by his voice. Cavan tensed. Something changed about this man. Fear took front seat in his heart, not because what he could sense was so tainted, but because he had no idea what it was.

"And what did they do?" the Minister asked in almost a sinister tone. "What did they do to our beloved Light Father?" He drew closer to Cavan making him more uncomfortable.

"What did they do?" Haile asked again louder.

They killed him Cavan's mind sobbed. It was no secret. The world knew the wicked face of his people. Edenians had murdered Zoran for his teachings. The mortal embodiment of God was killed by man. Not just any man, but his own blessed people. It was something Cavan had personally begged forgiveness for, but eventually accepted it wasn't his fault. There were plenty of things that were, but that wasn't one of them. Still, it was hard not to see oneself as a monster when one hears that the God that almost all the world believes in (Cavan himself included) came to the people he selected as his own and...

"They killed him!" Haile shouted to the temple. He stood right next to Cavan his eyes cast down on the young man. Staying just long enough to make his point that he knew what Cavan was, he turned and headed back up to his pulpit.

"It was then that the Radiant King decided that if their evil was to be suppressed, their numbers must be thinned." The minister took a long pause to put on his glasses and open a thick book from the pulpit. It was no doubt the Liber Verum, the go-to textbook on Cezatian Zoranism.

"And he saw in that moment the wickedness of Eden's man." Haile closed it, and looked out at the people again. "He saw their wickedness, and finally it was war. Now we are a much more peaceful people, but do not forget the lessons we learned back then are still valid. Evil lies everywhere. It ravages the minds of the impious, and sleeps in the souls of even the blessed. The war, my friends, is not over."

Of course it wasn't. Cavan remembered back when Aizik cried over it for the longest time when they'd first learned about that. He just couldn't wrap his head around the fact that someone would kill someone else just because they had a different idea. That was before Ralus fucked up his mind. It was also before his brief death. That small time when Aizik was on the other side. That brief time that he never came all the way back from. It didn't even make him feel better to learn that Zoran came back. He stood right up out of his shallow grave and walked away the next morning as the sun rose.

The people slowly began to leave as Haile went on about bake sales and evening services and the like. Cavan staid put. His heart pounded as if he was about to enter the fight of his life. What was he getting into?

The room slowly cleared leaving Cavan in the near back row and an armada of Holy Knights trained well enough to give he and Aizik a run for their money at the very least sitting in the front. Haile walked around on the stage for a bit before going over to the book thumbing through it for a moment.

Cavan felt frozen in place. There was something here. Something was holding him down, and it could very well have been his own apprehension. In fact he was barely breathing as if he was hiding. What was this feeling? What was this place? Cavan's mind flipped a switch in such a sudden tick that he gasped. His chest tightened and his lungs exploded in fire inside his body. All of a sudden he couldn't get enough air.

Thinking quickly, Cavan hid his face as if in prayer. His whole body was livid and tight with some invisible rage. What was going on? What the fuck was happening to him?

"You're having a panic attack, Cavan." came Haile's voice. Cavan couldn't look up. His muscles rebelled. All he could do was grunt. It didn't quite portray the "Who's Cavan?" he was trying to puke out. "It's normal for situations like this. You'll be fine soon enough." The minister placed his hand on Cavan's back.

Gasping again, Cavan slammed his eyes shut trying to just calm down and catch his breath. Slowly, deliberately he regained his composure and sat up.

"Minister Haile, I think you may have me confused with someone else." he lied. The minister just smiled down at him.

"Listen son, I knew you were coming, and I knew you weren't coming here to kill me. You're no threat boy. It's alright, relax." Haile coaxed patting Cavan's shoulder.

No threat? the comment wouldn't shake from his ears.

"You knew?" Cavan asked in confusion. Haile smiled at him and nodded before taking a seat right next to Cavan. "So, what's with this panic? What did you do to me?"

Haile chuckled for a moment looking right at Cavan who met his eyes. The crystalline pools of blue fixed his gaze to their centers.

"I did nothing my boy. That presence you felt was that of our Light Father. Something weighs heavy on you Cavan. Perhaps what you did back in Alium?"

"No. Yes, but that can't be it."

"You're saying you aren't struck by the holy presence in this building?" Haile asked. Cavan looked away from him smirking.

"Awfully full of yourself aren't you?" he sneered. The minister chuckled again.

"I am not His presence Cavan. This place holds it very deep inside it's foundation. This Temple was built with his glory and light. Don't you feel it?" Haile asked. "That is the true power here. I am merely a messenger. I merely teach his word Cavan. Other than my enormous faith, there is nothing special about me. Anyone, can have that kind of faith."

"Faith isn't always enough. A man has to take action. A man has to be willing to follow what he believes in. Believing is not enough." Cavan answered. He stood feeling better now although still shaken. Whatever that power was, it was still here, and it was still frightening, but there was nothing he could do about that. All he could do was his best. "What do you know about the Tome of Zoran?" Cavan asked.

"The Tome of Zoran?" Haile questioned. The smile left his face in place of query.

"I get the feeling you know exactly what I'm talking about." Cavan pressed. Haile nodded for a moment.

"Hmm, the Tome..." he muttered standing and walking over past the stand. "Follow me."

Follow him? Cavan got a strange feeling in his gut. Something was about to happen. Still, only one way to find out. Following behind, Cavan's muscles tensed as Haile went into a door at the end of a brief hallway.

Once Cavan reached far enough to see inside he saw it looked like just a normal room. Well a normal, well funded room. Decorative dressers and a desk with several texts stacked on it. It was a minister's room indeed. Haile stood at one end and Cavan entered staying near the door.

"Well talk here?" Cavan asked. Haile continued to face the wall.

"Yes, we'll talk here." he answered. Still, something was changing. Something in this room was shifting. Cavan's senses spread thin across the terrain. It felt like he was standing on shifting sand. The light in the room dimmed slightly. Maybe his eyes were just playing tricks on him. "So, you want the Tome to prevent the wrong person from finding it? What made you so certain that it even existed?"

"I've seen it." Cavan replied harshly. This strange feeling was growing. Was it getting darker? Eyes shifting to the side, Cavan watched the walls as he spoke. "I've seen it in a vision, and that's how I know."

"A vision?" Haile chuckled to himself, "You are something. Do you have any idea what that thing really is?"

"The holy book is written by the Light Father himself."

"Why would the Light Father write a book?" Haile asked his voice taking on an certain harshness. Cavan's eyes widened as he saw the tint in the wall increase before his eyes. Something was most definitely wrong in this place, but how? He reached back and grabbed the doorknob, but it wouldn't twist.

Fuck it he thought quickly. It was time to make his break for it. If he had to make a scene and use his powers to escape it would suck for him in the long run, but survival was of the utmost importance. Just as the words passed through his mind Haile cackled depravedly throwing his head back and shouting.

"You shall Speak nothing!" Cavan's heart nearly stopped. As he reached into that infinite well of knowledge and power that was Speaking, something slammed into his mind's eye crippling his thoughts. Instead of a power word of creation, the only one that came to his mind was-

"Shit!" An electric bolt of pain surged up his arm and suddenly he felt the cloth of is sleeve soak wet with warm red. Somehow, instead of splitting the door with his power, his attempt had been reversed back onto his own arm. The walls, no; the entire room was nearly black now. The door turned into a piece of black solid wall. It didn't take long before only Haile was visible in the room. Cavan glared at the minister with the all the intensity he could muster. He grabbed his right arm feeling a long gash all the way from his palm wrapping around the back of his hand and going up near his shoulder. He quickly lost all feeling in his fingers and the numbness began to spread fast up his arm. "God...dammit..." he growled as the pain increased. Haile continued to laugh turning to face his new victim. He calmed walking over to stand nearby. Cavan back up shifting up against the wall.

"Cavan, you believe that shit they preach to you in these Zoranist churches?" Haile asked softly. Cavan looked him right in the eyes again. Again, something was different. They were wild, and the handsome blue they had been before was a sinister violent red.

"I believe what I believe. What importance does that hold?" he rumbled. Haile grinned.

"What a fool." It was then Cavan sensed how much danger he was in. Haile spoke something, something Cavan didn't recognize. Not only that, but separating a verbally spoken language like Cezatian and the Poema Verus while speaking them simultaneously was beyond an advanced Speaker technique. Before Cavan could even probe his knowledge for what had been said something crushed his abdomen and sent all the air in his lungs out of his mouth. It felt literally like someone had grabbed hold of his stomach and was trying to squeeze it into pulp. Without a moment of strength, he crumpled.

"..." Words were supposed to come out, but he had nothing to form them with. Cavan collapsed onto his hands and knees nearly passing out as he tried desperately to gasp even the tiniest molecule of oxygen.

"Zoran, the Light Father?" Haile laughed at his own words, "Valian, the Radiant King?" He laughed even harder. The minister lifted Cavan's chin to meet eyes again. Cavan's were wide with physical panic. "Would you like me to justify the anger you feel for the 'hero' that slaughtered you people?" Haile whispered into Cavan's ear.

A cough was all Cavan could manage in response. The fist that had been wrapped around his lungs and guts had let go. He hacked and wheezed trying to catch his breath. Whoever this guy was, he had immense power. Evil terrible power.

"You son of a bitch!" Cavan choked out. Haile wiped his face and reached under Cavan's hood grabbing his hair. The hood fell off as the minister stood lifting his victim by his locks. Cavan reached up trying to grabbed hold of something to ease the stress on his scalp. His right arm fell uselessly at his side as he was lifted up off of his feet.

"Well?"

"Let me g-" Everything went white for a second. Cavan came to on the ground. His left cheek burned and his jaw ached. His neck hurt as if it'd been torqued while he came to his senses he realized he was on the ground. His body felt unstable even from the ground that rocked and waved underneath him. Vision swaying and lights flashing before him, Cavan tried to sit up. Haile appeared in front of him.

"Forgive me. I tend to hit things that don't answer my questions." Haile smiled at him again. "In fact I'd have killed you, but your part's not done yet."

"You work for Seiru...don't you?" Haile's eyes burned a furious red.

"Work for Seiru? Do I look foolish? You, boy; work for Seiru. He's nothing compared to me. His ambitions are as small as his mind." he answered.

"Ambitions?" Cavan grunted eyes rolling in his head.

"Seiru like to play with his food before he fucks it. That's as far as his desires go. He likes to fuck people. Readers in particular. Readers of Soul in even more particular. Chances are good he's after your friend Aizik for several reasons." Cavan couldn't help but laugh as he managed to sit up against the wall he assumed he'd been bitch slapped into. Wiping the blood from his mouth he sighed,

"You'd be surprised how many people have wanted to fuck Aizik. Nobody's been successful so far." Cavan replied.

"Regardless, I can't tell you his plans, only his goals. Now, I CAN tell you my plans. The ones you're going to help me with." Haile coaxed.

"No." Cavan spat.

"You will. You will if you ever want to get out from under Seiru's thumb. Does that make sense?" asked the menacing man standing over Cavan. This man was no minister. This man's entire aura reeked of blood and death.

"What the hell are you?" Cavan asked. He couldn't help but ask. Nothing about this man seemed...human. Haile grinned again stretching. Cavan heard several pops.

"Cavan, that's not something you want to find out. Here's what you want to know..."

"Shut up! I'm not working for you. I have my own way out! If I'm really that important to you you won't kill me. Your best bet is to just let me go." Cavan roared. A tense silence ensued. Haile sighed.

"Well, if that's how you want to play it. I have other ways of asking questions." he replied turning away. Cavan sat back leaning against the wall. His entire body was coursing with pain. His eyes rose to see Haile's form shifting. He was taller. Broader. Darker. His skin had turned brown and was growing hair. Something in the air rumbled as Cavan watched the transformation. Haile grew bibber and bigger reaching at least eight feet tall. Horns sprouted from his head, three of them. Two like a bull and a third something like a unicorn's horn. His clothes faded into nothing but animalistic hide covered in thin brown fur. His head changed shape as did his legs. He looked like a man and a bull rolled into on creature. Suddenly, large flesh covered wings sprang from his back.

"You see, things are not quite as they seem are they?" asked a gruff voice as Hail turned around. "Nice to meet you, my name is Siel."

"Wh-" Cavan stammered staring up at the approaching behemoth. "What the hell are you?" he asked a second time.

"You could call me a demon, but enough about me. I need to get to know you, inside and out Mr. Reiner." A large hand lashed out and grabbed Cavan's face lifting him up as if he weighed nothing whipping him through the air and tossing him upward. This wasn't good. The hand clasped around the back of his head midair and slammed his face into the hard ground. Cavan turned his head to the side trying to see what was going on as he was held down. Suddenly his collar was grasped and pulled back. For a moment he was strangled by his own clothes but they gave way tearing and shredding down the center being ripped from his body.

"A demon!?" Cavan shouted. This was really not good. What was about to happen to him? He could guess, but...surely a creature like that wouldn't...would it?

Without a moment of hesitation, Siel slid something long, thick and meaty into Cavan's butt.

It would.

"Trust me, this is going to get a lot worse," came the new gravely voice of the minotaur or whatever Haile had become behind Cavan. Its penis was huge, painfully so. Still, Cavan learned that the best way to deal with this stuff for someone like him who had no one he was devoted to and couldn't afford to feel defiled was to try and enjoy it. It wasn't as easy as it sounded.

"Oh? Is this how you ask questions?" Cavan taunted. Siel thrust into him and he immediately regretted it. A moment of tension was followed by Cavan forcing his body to relax. If he was going to keep it together, no; if he was going to survive this 'interrogation' he'd need to stay relaxed and allow his body to take what was dished out. Siel pumped into him again. The penis was stiffening fast inside his body.

"So what do you know about Valian?" growled Siel. Another thrust pushed deep into Cavan's ass. He let his mind wander. Maybe if he thought of Anasala...no it was too weird with him on bottom. Another thrust hit something that sent a shiver through his body.

"Fuck..." Cavan grunted. It was getting harder and harder to think. What turned him on? How the hell could he try and enjoy this?

Aizik

He blushed instantly as Siel pumped deeper. This time however, Cavan moaned softly.

Shit! No no no no! his mind screamed. His own erection was waking up now. Something else. He had to think of something else.

"The Radiant King, killed the Edenian people so he could be a hero." Grunted Siel as his cock got even harder sliding in and out of Cavan's ass. Cavan was silent further not saying a word. "Resilient are we?" Suddenly the penis started growing and Cavan began to stretch slowly.

"Ugh!" he groaned clenching his fists. It was difficult to relax when all he could imagine was this hulking creature behind him, but he'd never been turned on by a guy before so what the hell was he supposed to- "Damn it!" he shouted on another thrust. It was just too big. Siel chuckled.

"Zoran, was just an Edenian man who taught their beliefs to people who weren't Edenian." he explained thrusting again. "A fool if there ever was one."

"What are you talking about?" Cavan grunted taking another hard one. This whole experience was painful. His soft skin pressed against the hard dark ground, the ridiculously strong creature holding onto his thin frame pounding into him over and over. He couldn't see what it looked like back there, but he imagined that such a huge piece of equipment stuffed back there was spreading him pretty good. He had to relax.

"Zoran didn't teach heresy. His beliefs were..." Siel stopped talking and smiled. Cavan could almost feel the grin on the skin of his bare back. The penis grew bigger and bigger stretching him futher. Cavan whimpered. It was rare, pain was no issue to him, but it was getting worse.

"Ah!" Cavan shouted shock ringing through his ass from another hard fuck. Siel's cock stopped pushing and staid, pulsing in Cavan's butt between his soft cheeks. Panting, he closed his eyes for a moment. If he was to catch his breath he may not have much time.

Siel roared and grabbed Cavan's hair pulled toward him. Oh fuck! Cavan's mind screamed as the demon crammed the full length of the monster dick into his backside. As if that wasn't enough, before the wet thump of the first fuck could finish echoing through the room a second rammed into his ass. Cavan screamed. Somehow, even though it was far too much for him to take, Cavan's mind saw through the pain into some masochistic delight. He clung to it and held the ecstasy of that moment through the next volley of humps from the monster behind him. It was...exhilarating. Cavan moaned again grinning. Don't laugh. He couldn't believe that he was literally being fucked by a demon and it was then that he realized one of his sexual preferences. Not to mention, who expects to have to tell themselves not to laugh in a situation like this.

"You want to know more?!" Siel shouted. Cavan grinned bigger,

"Yeah gimme more!" he shouted tauntingly. Siel knew he was being made a joke of, but he took it in stride.

"Oh!?" he roared. The cock grew even bigger as he rammed Cavan's ass over and over shoving the thick meaty cock in and out of the tight hole. Cavan just groaned emotively. As the penis thickened it got worse and worse. Maybe he was taking on too much and his newfound masochist tendencies would only take him so far. No way would he be okay with being split in half.

"OH!" Cavan yelled continuing his taunting. The cock pulsated and grew again. One gyration and Cavan knew it was all he could take. He was on the verge of destruction. Suddenly, Siel stopped and let the penis tremor inside for a few second as he listened to Cavan pant.

"Normally, I go ahead and kill people this way, but..." suddenly Cavan heard bones cracking and surmised from the slight relief of stress inside his ass that Siel was shifting back to human form. He didn't show his relief, but boy did he feel it. His legs were shaking, and now that he had time to take in the rest of his body's situation he realized he had a raging stiffy of his own and had cum a little on the ground below him. Siel yanked his hair again pumping more cock into his chosen partner for the moment. Cavan helplessly let the demon fuck him to pieces. It was a much better feeling. The dick inside him was much more reasonably enjoyable and the creature pumping it into him was much more attractive. Siel's other hand grabbed Cavan's ass and he began to thrust faster and faster.

"Any...more...questions?" Cavan panted continuing to shiver with each thrust.

"You need to understand two things." Siel grunted pulling Cavan upright which tightened his asshole around the thick penis. He leaned his head forward over Cavan's shoulder and suddenly the cock inside Cavan burst forth with hot liquid cum. Siel reached around and grabbed Cavan's boner giving one squeeze. A power went off and in an instant some immeasurable pleasure riveted through Cavan's dick spurting forth a geyser of ejaculate.

Shocked was a good way to describe the look on his face, but in that moment he'd almost lost consciousness fading into a beautiful see of soft white in his mind. Letting out an elated sigh, Cavan's body went limp falling to the floor, his back and butt covered in cum.

Cavan looked over and noticed the deep slice up his arm was gone. What was going on?

"First, if you want to learn more about what you're getting yourself into asking about the Tome, you'll have to work for me. This will be the last time I'll be this nice about this." Siel explained folding his arms and smiling and rolling Cavan over onto his back with his foot. "Second, no matter what you do..."

I'm so screwed... Cavan chuckled inwardly as he looked up at the single most powerful being he'd ever come in contact with.

"...no matter what your plan is..."

Aizik better be glad he's got a friend like me to put up with this shit for him.

"My way, is the only way Aizik is going to make it out of this alive."

Cavan's eyes turned intense again. What did he just say?