The Demon Lord's Castle Epilogue (Comm)

Drakon charged through the castle, swinging his sword as he killed lesser animalistic nature demons. The monsters were cut down by his holy blade as if they were wet paper. His body didn’t feel the slightest bit tired from his strikes and he continued further in the castle, knowing instinctively where he needed to go. He could feel the demon lord’s power and his blessings from the gods made it easy for him to tell where he was.

Something was off to him as he fought through the castle. It was easier then he thought it would be to deal with the monsters, in fact, compared to what they fought on the way here it might as well have been a simple exercise. After observing the place for the day, and watching the place learning what they could they started thinking of options to get in. After seeing how powerful and numerous the demons were they had thought about how they could get into the castle and deal with the Demon Lord. They had thought of inciting a riot to get the people to aid them, but the humans here had no interest in anything which could earn the ire of their new lord, and thankfully did not report them. Still, they thought it would be best to divide their power and create a scheme for him to get closer which would hopefully convince the people into joining them.

It might have been their scheme which had got so many of the stronger demons away, but even so, he expected there would be more powerful demons here. He had seen and felt the stronger demons fly to the town as he snuck in. The only strong demon he felt here was on top of the castle, aside from the demon king himself, who let out such an immense aura it almost bathed the other demons in it. If they fought the Demon King and his forces all at once they would have been overwhelmed. 

As happy for its success as he should have been, it did nothing to calm him down since his friends were holding off the rest of the demons in the town and getting their attention. They would keep the collateral damage to a minimum and only cause enough damage by attacking the demons. Not to mention he wondered how much of it was their plan, and how much of it was the demon lord choosing to let him get closer. With the way the Demon King had been sending his forces out to deal with him, he had to know he was here. Whatever the case maybe he welcomed it and would never say to the demon lord he was grateful. It would allow him to fight at his best when they clashed. 

Drakon stopped in front of the door and breathed heavily, his mind wandering before the final fight. It felt strange to be here now after coming so far. The journey to get here had been insane and he still wondered if everything that happened did. He couldn't believe he had been chosen to be the one to fight this demon lord when there were so many more people out there who were better equipped and trained than him.

Things had been getting worse by the day ever since the demon first arrived. The neighboring lands had built defenses to prepare as others gathered their armies to launch an attack. The forces of the dark forces of the demon lord were met with some resistance, but they were gradually gaining in strength. None of the major kingdoms had fallen yet, but some were getting pushed harder than others. It would only be a matter of time if a coalition couldn’t be built to deal with them. 

The new Demon Lord had moved faster than any of them had predicted and started attacking them like lightning. It had put many of them on the back foot. It had caused other dark creatures to pledge their loyalty to him. The dark elves and the amazons were some of the first to pledge themselves to the Demon King and in return, they had been given blessings by him for their loyalty. He had commanded his growing forces to attack and they had moved like lightning across the continent and had taken castles and towns before any true resistance could be built. 

All of the demons and various other forces moving around had made it hard to travel across the land and get the training he needed. Almost at every turn, he was forced to watch out for how demons would act. It had made hiding, especially because of his powers hard to do. It had taken help from them to suppress his powers and magical gear. 

Just getting into the village was a challenge alone, and staying hidden even harder. The town was patrolled routinely by demons of various strengths. Even some of the personal demons who had come to warm their master’s bed came here and browsed through their wares and clothing. It made them nervous about how they could react and what the lord of the demons would be like in terms of power. 

He wished his friends were here with him now. To ease the burden this final fight would have on him. To make him feel secure about what he was going into. With them, he felt stronger as if he could take on anything the demons planned. Fighting him by himself now felt….wrong, almost as if he was betraying them. He wouldn’t have made it this far without them and would have died numerous times if they hadn’t saved him and helped him in the fights they had fought and the skills they taught him.

Drakon shook his head and breathed out and he grabbed the handle of the door. No, he wasn’t betraying him, if he gave up now would be betraying him. They were making possibly the ultimate sacrifice for him so that he could get here. To do anything less than fight, especially if they were doing so now. He opened the door and stepped inside to fight, bracing himself for what he hoped to be the final fight of his life. He steeled himself at the sight of what he hoped would be his final foe.

Lounging on the throne in the center of the room was the demon lord, dressed in fine regal clothes. He was resting his head in one hand, while he tapped the arm of the chair with his other. A light smile graced his face as if he was seeing an old acquaintance. 

“So you are the one, who had been causing such a ruckus. I wondered when you would arrive,” the demon lord remarked. 

“Well I’m here now, and I’m going to put your reign of terror to an end!” Drakon declared as he pointed his elegant sword at him. 

“Maybe so, but we both know the prophecy about you doesn’t mean you will win.”

“It was stated I would be your end!” Draken said. 

“Did it? Or did it state that you could be the one to end me? The fate of this world hinges on the tip of a blade and whoever wins this determines how things will go, for the next couple hundred or a thousand years. Then another hero could come who might be able to end me, but by then my rule would be solidified in this world.”

“I’m not going to let that happen,” Drakon said and called upon the power within him, making the tattoos on his body shine.

He leaped forward to attack and the demon lord left his chair and summoned a demonic serrated sword in response. The two were like a whirlwind of death as they moved, sparks flying, the wind roaring, and magic filling the room. They struck at each other, their blades clashed with each other at such speed they were little more than blurs. The two had no idea how long the fight between them lasted, their bodies burned the longer it went on. The tattoos on the human’s body burning brightly. The chair and tables around them were getting caught in the crossfire of magical blasts. Fire and smoke filled the room.

The two continued to fight throughout the room, Drakon using a small bit of his magic to put out the fire before it could spread. The demon king smiled throughout the fight as if he was having a fierce spar. The castle walls were marked with their blades, even allowing sunlight to poke through some of the cuts along the wall. The longer the fight went on, the fiercer their clash got. They sent out magical blasts they would either dodge or hit with their own. 

Asmodeus sent out a powerful blast of dark energy, and the chosen one countered with a ball of light energy.  The two balls of magic collided, causing a loud explosion that sent the two of them flying back to opposite sides of the room.

Drakon groaned as he hit the wall and fell to the floor like a doll. He struggled to stand, his whole body ached as if he had just gone through his first training. He raised his hand and used the divine power he had been given to heal his wounds. A warm pleasant feeling came over him, and the pain he felt started to ease.  A slow clapping caught his attention and he quickly looked at his foe to see it was Asmodeus.

“Well done. Good effort, but it is not enough. Now then it's time to seal the fate of this world,” Asmodeus said happily as he raised his hand and fired a beam of energy at the downed hero. 

Drakon raised his arms and called upon his blessing, making a golden light came off his hands as he used his powers to fight it. The tattoos on his body glowed brightly as they did and the young man could feel his body burn. 

The two energies clashed, both of them trying to overcome the other. Both of them poured more power into the blasts trying to overpower the other. Sweat rolled down the human’s skin while the demon’s legs buckled from the power. Asmodeus continued to pour more of his power into. He let out a scream and the size and power of the demonic power energy swelled and overcame the divine power Drakon had sent out. The demon’s powers pushed his hands apart and nailed him to the chest. The human screamed as the power hit his chest, and the demon lord ceased the flow of power as he watched with an eager grin. 

The tattoos on his lower body started to change as more of the evil power ran through him, making him convulse. The faint golden lines which had marked him as the chosen one started to darken. They first turned into a bright silver but continued to darken until they were a dark black. The demonic power was merging with the divine power running through his body. It made his body feel as if it encased in ice and yet burned him as if he was on fire.

His body and clothes felt off as if he was swimming through water. The stubble on his chin started to disappear as if it was being shaved. It felt like his clothes had been getting rougher as if they weren’t being properly maintained. The way his clothes scratched as if they were rough wood made him want to tear them off. The truth of the matter was the hair on his body was starting to thin down below his eyebrows. It continued to get thinner until it seemed like it was never there before. The young man reached up and pulled the sleeve of his shirt to see the hair on his forearm was gone as if it was never there.

“W-What are you doing to me!” Drakon demanded.

“I’m going to change you to suit my desires. I have plenty of mistresses, but what I do not have is a wife,” the demon said casually. 

The hero blinked in confusion and moved to grab his weapon, only for a powerful dark blast to hit the sword and send it flying away. Dark energy encompassed the blade and when he tried to summon it again, he gasped when he couldn’t. 

“I see your confusion and allow me to explain. It's been a little secret for my forces about how I have been recruiting for my forces. I have gone to great lengths to make sure it wouldn’t be discovered. If it was, then all of the kingdoms would do everything they could to make sure to leave no one alive or behind. I couldn’t let them do so when I am still building my forces. The reason there are no survivors is that I have changed them into demons to further build my armies.”

Drakon gasped at the revelation, his mind spinning at what he was told. He didn’t want to believe it since it was coming from the demon, but he sensed no lie from the monster. Even then when he put the pieces in his head they fit perfectly. It explained why there were never any survivors found after any battles. If they were being changed to reinforce their forces then it would only be a matter of time before they swelled larger if he wasn’t stopped here. 

The hero tried to force more power into his legs and felt a familiar but different sensation run through his body as he moved away from Asmodeus. Instead of the pleasant feeling of his legs near a fire, the warmth felt like warm water was crawling down his body. The dark tattoos on his legs let out a dark light and he could feel the power in them release. He stumbled and gulped as he looked down at his legs and his eyes widened at what he saw. 

His legs started to change and grew thinner as they started to heat up. His thighs started to swell against the confines of his clothes. They pushed the garment farther out as they grew larger, causing rips to form in the cloth and expose his plush thighs. A warmth spread down his body that filled him with arousal, just like when a pretty girl was talking to him. It continued down his legs as they started to thin down, the muscle becoming softer. He could feel his feet change in his boots as his toes started getting smaller along with the rest of his feet until he had small petite feet.

Drakon immediately ceased the power running through them and had to force the power to stop, it was harder than it should have been, just like when he was first learning. The moment he did the change to his legs ceased when he was left with sensual model-like legs, befitting many of the beauties he had run into during his time. 

“Such lovely legs my dear, they must certainly fill your mind with plenty of ideas if they were on anyone else,” the demon lord said. “I know seeing them on you does for me?”

“Don’t call me your dear, monster!” Drakon cried and summoned a ball of divine light in his hand.

The ball of power was a mix of black and gold, almost as if the powers were fighting for dominance. He threw it at Asmodeus, who summoned a shield that blocked the magical power. The demon’s smirk grew as if he was seeing an entertaining show. 

The hero looked at his hand and gasped when he saw the same glow which had formed from his legs formed on his hands as they started to change. He tried to force it to stop and again it was harder than it was mere moments ago. He tried harder as it continued up his arms, causing them to slim down, the scars on them vanishing as they changed into strong feminine arms. His biceps started shrinking the ball of muscle still noticeable.

Drakon gulped, wondering what he would do now. He preferred not to rely on the marks, but with the speed and power, the demon king showed it was the only way he would be able to keep up with him. He had to take him out before whatever was happening to him came to completion. 

He looked at the demon again and his stomach felt heavier as if someone was pressing as his face warmed slightly. His chiseled face, the way his muscles glistened as he moved. There was something majestic in his appearance he didn’t notice before. After a moment, a stabbing pain came from his heart as if someone had ripped it out of his chest. He knew this feeling and felt it for a lovely magician in his party. 

“N-No,” the hero cried and desperately tried to fight the blossoming feelings for Asmodeus as his stomach started to feel off. He hugged himself and noticed his waist felt smaller than it did before. He gulped as he moved his arms and saw the sides of his clothes were hanging looser than before off the sides of his body. He reached down and noticed the fat and muscle on the side of his waist were traveling down to his hips. His hips started to grow wider from the sudden fat and muscle from his stomach made its way down below, leaving him with wide delectable hips.

“I see things are starting to take their course. Just imagine all of the children we could have together and what they would look like, ruling over this world,” the demon said. “Just let it happen, and you will know eternal bliss so long as you are with me.”

The transforming hero tried to block out those thoughts, but they formed despite his best efforts. The changing young man tried harder to fight these feelings and the paintings they produced but they kept growing stronger. The tattoos came to life and he immediately tried to turn them off, but again was harder. He groaned as he tried again, but it was as if he was trying to fight a tsunami. It was unstoppable and they continued to shine no matter how hard he tried to stop the power flowing through him. 

The young man’s concentration was disrupted when his face felt as if cold water had been thrown on him as his face quickly went numb. The sensation of someone gently pressing their hand against his face made him flinch as if he had just been struck. His cheeks started to get rounder

He could feel his nose get more pointed and sharper as it started to get smaller in size until it became an adorably cute nose which helped heighten his feminine features. The reverse happened with his lips, which started to get larger as if he was suffering a reaction to some sort of concoction or food. When it was finished he could tell he had a beautiful womanly oval-shaped face. 

“Your mother must have been a beauty,” the demon lord remarked as he summoned a pillar of water to act as a mirror. “I find it comforting that every adventure or person who stands against me seems to turn into a beautiful woman naturally. It means a little work for me and that I don’t have to worry about any butter faces which might show up.”

Drakon blushed from the praise he received and felt his attraction for the monster grow. His mouth went dry and his mind fumbled as the words he had in mind were mixed with thoughts of arousal that corrupted them.

A sharp pain formed above his butt and the young man gulped, wondering if his pants would be able to survive the next change. He wasn’t a genius by any means, but even he would be able to put things together. 

“And now it seems we begin to see the demon inside you,” Asmodeus remarked curiously. 

A snow-white tip formed out of his tailbone and continued to grow larger until it reached down the bottom of the floor. His back ached as if someone was repeatedly nailing his back with dull spiked gauntlets. The pain continued to grow and he reached around to claw at his back to hopefully let them out and make the pain cease. A ripping sound filled the room and the pain he felt seemed to have reached its apex. The scorching pain in his back as if someone had stabbed him in the back ceased, and was replaced with a nice comforting warmth, as if he was resting on a soft bed. He felt the new appendages unfurl as if they were of their own will. The young man looked and saw he now had large snow-white bat wings. The changing young man tried to move them to see how much control he had over them and managed to make the wings twitch slightly. 

“My I must say you have such unique wings,” the demon lord said. “I have never seen a demon with white wings and a tail. It might be related to the divine energy coursing through your body.”

The changing man groaned and held his head as if someone had slapped both sides of his temple. Small little points the size of pebbles was poking through his head and were growing larger. Geen horns poked through his head and curled up back over his scalp. The man gulped as they continued to push out of his skull and finished growing when he had long elegant dark greenhorns. 

“So you do have horns, I must admit I thought you wouldn’t after a moment, still they look nice.”

Drakon gasped as his dark olive-colored skin started to change as a small patch of dark pink skin formed and continued to grow out as if he was suffering from drinking too many mana potions. It continued to grow larger and expand out, like a terrible rash. He closed his eyes and saw the bridge of his nose was changing color. He closed the other and saw the same change was happening on the other side. He touched it and could almost feel the transformation happening as it moved as if it was a strong gust of wind.

Drakon opened his mouth to reply, only to feel a pull between his legs that forced him to reach down. He could feel his masculinity stand proud as if it was being massaged by a lovely woman. It continued to feel as if it was growing until it started to pull into his body and his balls started to rise. The man reached down and the moment he did, it felt like he had started to softly caress them. He touched it again and the caressing feeling grew as if the unseen person was increasing their pace. One of his balls slipped into his body, making the hero spasm. The transitioning man whimpered as he kept poking his remaining ball, making his body spasm with surges of pleasure like electrical shocks. His other ball went into his body and the tip of his masculinity immediately followed it. It was immediately replaced by a new moist virgin vagina appeared and took its places, aching to the former male to be used. 

“From the way you’re spasming I assume you have lost your manhood,” the demon lord chuckled. 

The hero gulped as her chest started to feel warm and she unconsciously reached up to her chest and padded them. She could feel a slight cushion from them and paled as she realized what was about to happen. To her dismay, she watched as her chest quickly started to grow in size as her nipples became erect. She shook as her swelling bosom continued to grow to sizes she had only seen on the monster girls she had come across in her journey. The urge to finger herself made her mouth feel as if cotton had been shoved down it. Thankfully they started to slow down their growth and her breasts finally finished their growth when they were a huge massive H-cup, which were even larger than her head.

“Very good. Out of all the girls I have warming my bed, you will be the one I think I will take the most pleasure in being with. Once your transformation is finished we shall make sure to throw a proper celebration, with all the mistresses and plenty of guests to see our union,” Asmodeus said and gently kissed her on the lips. “It will be sung for hundreds of years.” 

The clothes he wore started to change as his pants and the gambeson he wore merged and squeezed her form as if it was being stretched out. A cut formed above her chest of the cloth and started to grow larger until it showed her breasts off. The top of her pants separated from their legs and merged with the bottom of her gambeson. Holes formed which opened and supported his new appendages as if they had been designed for him. 

The armor shifted from a dark grey and started to brighten, as specks of green appeared on it as if it was being painted. The armor continued to brighten and change as the trim gained a bright gold. Large red slitted eyes like a serpents formed inside the armor and grew larger, until they became very prominent parts of the armor. The cloth underneath the armor on his boots darkened into a dark maroon and clung tighter to his skin, and showed off his new sexy legs. Heels formed in the back of his boots, making her stand taller and stumble. 

“And thus the transformation is complete,” Asmodeus sighed, in joy, his eyes roaming over the new demon’s form.

“No, this can’t be!” Drakon cried and looked down at her voluptuous demonic form. She stumbled and almost fell back. She breathed heavier, making the rise and fall of her bust more prominent. “I’m a man! This shouldn’t have happened!”

“We both know it could have happened this way,” the demon lord said as he stepped forward, causing her to step back into the wall. He placed his hands down on both sides of her head, making the girl flinch and her face darkened. “Do not worry I shall do everything in my power to make sure you are content.”

The former human and the demon lord turned to the doorway, and the hero’s eyes widened when she saw the group. On the way here she had seen them fly out to deal with what was happening in town. Her mind buzzed with possibilities and her mind went numb. Her jaw opened and her tongue felt like a piece of cloth had been shoved in it. On the other hand, the demon smiled and let go of his newest bride. 

“Welcome back girls, I take it you were able to stop the mess that was happening in town?” Asmodeus asked as he stepped away from her, making the new girl slouch as she stepped away from the wall and slowly moved to the window.

“Indeed, we have caught the troublemakers and placed them in the dungeons for now. We were thinking of just killing them, but thought it would be best to talk to you first,” the dark-haired demon said.

“I see, good thinking Alisha. Keep them in the dungeons for now and make sure they are well fed and cared for. I’ll decide what to do with them after the wedding. After all, they should see their hope’s new future.”

“No!” Drakon cried.

“Wedding?” Alisha questioned, her voice quiet.

“Oh, you must be the hero who led the troublemakers in town. Welcome to the harem,” the other silver-haired girl chirped as she looked at the former human. She walked behind the new divine demon and grabbed her breasts, and was forced to stand on the tips of her toes to look down at the hero’s own, her breasts pushing against her back. “Wow, you are even bigger than me. It's a little strange to no longer be the biggest girl in the room. My one would think you were a cowgirl with how big you are. Did you influence her body’s growth my lord?”

“Actually no,” the demon lord waved. “Her growth must have been influenced by the combination of her divine power and my own interacting. It matters little now though, they will be my wife in the future, once we go through with the ceremony.”

“Oh congratulations, trust me you’re going to enjoy being with the master so much,” the armored succubus said sensually and fondled the hero’s chest again, though little rougher than before. The blue-haired girl nodded in agreement though her’s was much more stilted. 

The former man looked at the group and saw the darker haired succubus exuded an aura of jealousy. The girl groping her continued to do so and her breathing grew a little stronger on her ear. Her mouth felt dry and her panting grew the more she was played with. Her hands reached up and grabbed her, but she couldn’t bring herself to pull the groping hands-off. 

Asmodeus leaned over and pressed his lips against her, making the former hero’s eyes widen. She struggled in her gasp as the woman behind her grabbed her nipples, making her gasp. The demon lord snuck his tongue inside as his other hand started going lower between her legs and played with her down there. 

The new demoness squealed and her face darkened as her mind started to assault with more images of the two of them together in a bedroom. They were in a variety of positions getting more erotic by the second and could hear the loud sexual screams they were making in her head. Her lower body moved seemingly of its own will and massaged what was going in between her legs, and what was hidden underneath his pants. It made her mouth water and added to his appeal in her mind. The former hero moaned as she pressed herself against him, her head spinning and the sensation of his tongue in her mouth like a drug. 

The two broke away after a long passionate kiss, in which the silver-haired girl continued to roughly grope the newest member of lord’s harem. She smiled as one of her master’s hands reached over and squeezed the side of her breasts. The transformed hero stared at him and felt her heart beat faster in her chest. She reached and cupped his cheek, the flesh feeling perfect and filling her mind with more ideas. The feelings grew and her mind told her what she wanted more than anything and couldn’t fight what her heart and mind were telling her. 

“I love you!” the former hero declared lustfully and looked deeply into his eyes. 

“I love you Druella,” the demon lord said softly with a warm smile.

The two passionately kissed each other again, their hands roaming the others form. The new woman moved lustfully, as she pressed herself against so he could feel every inch of her body. Her new organs ached for attention and he was more than happy to oblige her. The two broke apart and breathed deeply. 

“I think we should celebrate our engagement,” Asmodeus grinned as he lifted his new fiancé bridal style. “It’s not unheard of for some wedded couples to have sex before the actual ceremony.”

“That sounds lovely,” Druella said lustfully.

“Should we bring in Fulgrim? She has been asking to join in more,” Alisha snickered. 

“...Why not, I’m sure she could use some exercise,” Asmodeus replied. 

“I’ll go get her,” the blue-haired succubus said and left to get the petrified gargoyle. 

“Thanks,” Alisha said as she placed her bust on Asmodeus’s arm.

Hel, grinned as she took the other arm and pecked his cheek. She smiled at him and looked at the other girls with an eager predatory expression as she licked her lips. 

The demon lord grinned as he looked at his new lover and the rest of the girls. His body getting hard down below as more images of the girls came to him and what they would be doing. He looked at the feral demon and whistled, getting her attention. Asmodeus said, “Come now Freki it's time for us to have some fun.”

The dog followed after the group, all of them eager to explore and welcome their new lord’s wife, and the newest member of the harem. With her at their lover’s side, they no longer needed to worry about what would happen next and knew all of his plans would be able to come to fruition.