A party of three, that was the information the unfortunate aide had to refer to her Lord when the omnipotent demon felt the psychic links to his three generals go quiet. Trembling in fear upon feeling his rage hit its boiling point while cursing her fate to be blessed with All Seeing Eyes, a first amongst her many predecessors, all scattered to the winds as nothing more than cinders and dust after doing their job; relaying information and status updates to their Lord.

Much like what was left of the doomed Hobgoblin fading away in the wind, so swift was her end that her mind hadn't even realized she had been razed from existence.

Infamous for terrible powers and ruthless nature, no one knew much of the Demon Lord's past not had they ever dared to bring it up. A monster even amongst his kin, the nameless brute bearing the appearance of an androgynous being with wings of midnight was an unfeeling and apathetic creature that saw no problem with killing. Whether it was because they angered him or he simply wanted to 'see their true colors', the Demon Lord's rule was an uncontested one that spanned many millennia, seeing the absorption of many lands and its inhabitants smoothly under his watchful eye.

Until his empire would come across a peculiar race of fleshy animals that came in a variety of shapes and colors that bore a stark resemblance to the more 'fairer' individuals among their ranks.

Fashioning armor and wielding tools alongside magic to compensate for their lack of natural defenses, these Humans would serve to be the first wall in the demon's path of conquest, stemming the tide and even routing their once thought invincible war machine.

And while he was intrigued, the Demon Lord saw no reason for concern after declaring a war of extermination against humanity.

That had been several decades, and now, as he sat alone in the vast throne room. The fact that a mere group of three lowly humans had made it into his castle was the final straw that broke the camel's back on how he viewed the defiant humans.

But he didn't see them as equals or worthy opponents, no. He only saw pawns to be added to his side of the board, wills to be subsumed, bodies to be bent. Ultimately, he was still a demon, and from what he heard, humans were akin to fire; burning strong while being incredibly easy to snuff out either from external tampering or by their own.

'So I'll just tip the playing field; put these disparate pieces back on the right side of the board…'

With his unique ability, he could mold these weak flames into durable glowcrystals with the light of potential burning even stronger than before. He could vaguely remember the moment years ago a period where he liked to consider himself a newborn after his sudden 'birth' with no one to call mother and father, plagued with foggy images he found a strange longing for and lucid dreams of a distant world whenever he slept, the nameless demon spent countless days being hounded by bandits, wandering warriors of the then Lord and his own mind.

Until he had awoken one night after an even stronger dream sequence that ends with a strange white cart with searing lights at its front running into him at incredible speed, he could feel the impact on his flesh, the breaking of his bones and finally, the cold rough floor he was tossed on to, pain dulled by the life leaving his broken form.

That was when his ability began to develop. If started with small animals, then after learning to hide the obnoxious boxes of words that appeared just by glancing over a living target came the act of Rewriting; swapping out terms and editing the parameters of any given creature within line of sight, if he could see it, he could rewrite it. Everything, from their race, gender and even their thought processes. Their very being was his to command.

It was also how he had gained immense strength overnight, editing his own stats, adding abilities and skill sets that might have lended a hand in fueling his current cold, uncaring persona and curing him of the sleepless nights he'd been ensuring since he awoke in this world by removing a curious label no one else seemed to have in their status sheets; Reincarnate.

His nights were peaceful after that, no more dreams of a past life he had no place in, no more perusing blurred imagery that made no sense, no more fear and running…

But after thousands of years with nothing but death and misery in his wake alongside a bungling parade of lesser demons he felt ashamed to call his kin. A spark, a longing for something more, had spring to life somewhere inside his deadened heart.

Opening a clairvoyant link to the portion of his domain where he could feel the presence of the three human invaders, the Lord cocks his head to the side, scoffing at the sight of the ones who had managed to defeat his supposed right hand men in quick succession. Pulling up their status sheets while inspecting the way they demonstrated themselves as they moved in a practiced triangle formation that covered all sides of the corridor right outside the throne room he sat in.

In the middle strode a man; Edwin Galard, clad in simple leather armor mixed in with bits and pieces of hide carved from the still warm body of an Eld Dragon, impressive considering they took an army to bring down and a precise hand to carve perfect hide without shearing the nerves that provided the heat and stimulation needed for the draconic beast's famed durability. And if that simple longsword in his hand was the weapon that felled the beast…

'Truly impressive…a Hero hm?'

On his right with a majestic staff held tightly in the palms of a withered old hand was a wizard named Tectus, no surname…apparently a respected elder in the city Edwin hailed from. He had heard talk of humans allowing the old to continue working their professions, a confusing prospect since the demons held no such beliefs; thinking the old and feeble should be cut off and left to rot away from the main body lest its strength be weakened.

And judging from the incredible numbers and unique talents he was seeing in the man's status akin to a record of how far he had come in his long-lived yet minute life, they were clearly wrong to think so.

To Edwin's left and being noticeably closer than Tectus bobbed a meek looking young lady clad in the robes of the holy maiden; standard dressings for the human women who followed in their strange beliefs he still couldn't wrap his head around, although he was aware of the way they liked to use his name for fear mongering and stringing in dim minds. Something that made him single out Rinona Fairwind as his most disliked out of the trio.

Although he had no choice but to accept the fact that without her healing abilities and high mana stats, the other two most likely wouldn't have made it this far to begin with. She was a talented Cleric.

"A pity it all won't matter in the end…"

Spreading his hands outward before swiftly tracing the outlines of a magic circle and filling it with his energy, the Demon Lord begins his work, focusing all his concentration on creating a spatial distortion around the group that would trap them in a bubble where the rules of the material world didn't apply, freezing them mid way through taking another step before they were even aware that time had come to a halt.

Though judging by the way he could see goosebumps on the withered Tectus' hide with a look of panic in his eyes, it seemed he was aware of what was happening. But too little too late, because by the time he had thought to turn around to warn his companions, all three had been encased in the Demon Lord's prison, completely at his mercy as his eyes drew toward the innocent Rinona, bringing up her status menu with a flick of his hand, dexterous fingers eager to get to work.

Starting with her physical attributes, the Lord begins by visualizing a more tempting form for the young maiden. Spurring her virgin form into the flower she could be in a few years with his own personal dashes here and there; longer hair styled in sharp tufts of blonde over the boring auburn brown of her neatly trimmed bob cut, forcing demure eyes into those of a sexually active woman whose alluring gaze stirs vindictive thoughts in the hearts of men, a heightened libido coaxed by highly sensitive snow white skin coating the voluptuous body of a woman in her prime straining against the ill fitting garbs of a holy maiden before it eventually gives way to a bastardised variant meant to show off the sinful body it contained rather than to provide protection of decency, complete with semitransparent leggings that held the supple flesh of ripe legs, a tight leotard whose tight fabric rode up high between a huge bubble butt and the plump, impure lips of a moist snatch and simple white flaps that hung down over the pale pink nips that tipped her massive, sore milkers. A far cry from the modest young lady with a fair form.

By the time he was done, Rinona no longer looked anything like the young cleric she had been only seconds ago, having gained more than a few inches in height and some very sinful new attire, the Demon Lord cracks a smile as his attention moves to her other stats, changing her race from Human to Succubus while altering her perception and memories from those of a virtuous human loyal to the Hero and her religion into that of a debased demoness skulking in the shadows, utilizing her rapturous beauty and heavenly body to bring pleasure to men before milking them dry.

A devout follower and insider agent for the Demon Lord, sowing discord and sin wherever she could, manipulating strings within the Church from behind the scenes while growing her strength from relentless intercourse with human men. A memory that firmly cements itself in the struggling mind of Rinona as her weak will succumbs to the pleasures of a hundred years worth of debauchery, feeling a leathery tail pull free above her rear while small magenta hued horns sprout from the sides of her cranium, hidden by the flowery cowl that was all that remained of the corrupted sister.

And while she still kept command over her incredible roster of healing magic and mana pool, Rubella wouldn't be using them for good any more, instead serving as a lure for more human victims to fall prey to her whims and mature charm. But a special place in her heart was reserved for two individuals; the Demon Lord and a certain someone she could barely remember anymore.

Despite the best efforts of the Lord to remove that one last vestige of Rinona, it remained firmly glued within the succubus' mind.

With Rubella molded from the clay that was Rinona Fairwind, the energized demon leaves the heated blonde succubus as he turns his attention towards Edwin, flicking aside the newborn demon's status for the Hero's own. Lifting a finger before freezing, contemplating what the man's fate should be while thinking over how Rinona's love for Edwin had remained strong, sparking a strange line of thought within the demon's mind as his lax finger begins moving once more, ready to enact the new plan he had in mind for the Hero.

Much like he had done for Rubella, the Lord begins by altering Edwin's physical appearance. But unlike Rubella, who was already female, Edwin was a man, and a man wasn't a fitting lay for another, much less the Demon Lord himself.

Beginning with the scarred, muscular body beneath the armor, the demon's reality bending magic begins to strip all the ugliness away while painting over Edwin's hairy hide with smooth hairless cream that was a shade darker than Rubella's. Squeezing and molding the human's gaunt chiseled physique into something softer to the eyes with curves and supple flesh subsuming hard and toned muscle.

'I do like my women on a well endowed scale…'

As if spurred by his thoughts, the changes assaulting the Hero's weakening form accelerates as excess fat and mass surges into his body through invisible pipelines, plumping up the regions under his forearms and around his lower half until powerful jackhammer arms are swallowed by long, slender branches tipped with lengthy digits tapering off into smooth pink shells while unrelenting pillars are mashed and reshaped into equally long, curvy legs adorned with thick layers of baby fat and tender muscle with a dexterous pair of feet whose flexibility allowed them to perform a variety of dances and activities relating to the bed, coated in the same creamy smooth skin that now adorned his feminized body.

But the changes were far from over as the Demon Lord moves on to editing other changes in his impatience; changing Edwin's class from Hero to Dancer while envisioning the garb of a long lost culture his armies had razed centuries ago. Watching in satisfaction as the man's ugly armor vanishes to reveal a body that could not be considered heroic as wide set hips finish expanding alongside a buttery smooth behind that was far larger than the woman beside him, and not looking to be outdone in other departments, Edwin's solid chest begins to ripple as dormant nerves fire up before brown protrusions ripen into fat pink areolae, rising as mass balloons behind them alongside the formation of golden strands and simple fabrics that did very little to conceal the growing bulk of the buxom form that is Edwin's new body.

And although he was frozen in time with an inevitable fate laid out before him, the stalwart Hero's ironclad mind refuses to give in, raging against his bonds while struggling to hold on to what little remained of himself, refusing to give in to the sham of a life slowly creeping inside of him, chipping away at his defenses as memories he once held dear begin to distort, becoming one of a far more salacious lifestyle while leaving less and less ground for him to stand on.

Where he once remembered growing up to be a proud farmer and a loving housewife, there was only a life of glitz and glamor with everything provided to her on a silver platter. Instead of lessons on swordsmanship by his grandfather, lessons on etiquette and dance choreography filled her mind as practiced swings of the sword and carefully memorized skills are replaced by physical training to hone the flexibility of her body alongside entrancing dances meant to capture the eyes of a man with every twist, bend and spin of her voluptuous body, letting loose a womanly sigh as her E cup tits finish forming, flopping over her tender belly in twin masses that squeeze tight against her bonds as the final threads of her new dancer's garb finish attaching themselves to a golden collar snapped tightly around a dainty neckline supporting the lovely face of an exotic minx who knew nothing besides the art of dancing and how best to use her body to bring heavenly release to whoever bedded her as a spasm runs through the freshly formed innards of an aching snatch leading up and into a warm incubator for her future children. Tingling the head of her clitoris as it finishes settling in atop the puckered lips of her pussy where a respectable member once hung proudly. Crowned by a soft head of chestnut brown pubes shaved to her Master's specifications.

With the last fragments of Edwin's old self shattering under the weight of her new life just in time for her tomboyish face to give in to the magic. There was nothing left to stop Elena from moving in, occupying the empty braincase of the Hero-turned-Succubus Dancer as her wild head of spiked red hair fades under the new dark brown coloration of a lustrous trail that ties itself up into a firm ponytail perfect for Master to tug on while ramming into her from behind, moistening up even while frozen in time while earrings and other ornate accessories finish clipping, piercing and tying themselves into place all over her perfect body, twitching subtly as ingrained memories of use and experience flow through Elena while clearing off any remaining remnants of useless swordsmanship and virtues, trading those in for throat endurance sessions where her gag reflex had been annihilated and lovely moments she had all to herself reading books while sipping away at herbal tea meant to reinvigorate her weary body while reinforcing her libido.

And with the final touches in the form of a translucent blue veil to mask her plump lips and the mark of a slave making itself known over the surface of her tender navel. The Lord's first ever court dancer was born, losing most of her sword skills for those that would leave her the uncontested champion in her field. Feeling a spark of excitement inside his heart as he eyes up the tantalizing babe given shape from Edwin's form. The idea of raising progeny had come and gone inside his mind, but until he felt sure of himself, leaving Elena the way she was now would have to do; nothing more than a charming lady sporting demonic features after a new history of long exposure to demons like him, evident in the same flexible tail hanging above her ass and curled around her child birthing hips, its spaded tip nestled over the region of her stomach where her womb was located alongside that erotic mark that signalled where her new loyalties lay; not in mankind or a non existent family, but the Demon Lord and one of his agents whom, in her new history, she shared a bond with. Feeling that spark of longing burn within her loins, yearning for Rubella's touch once more while standing barefoot in her prison of darkness with vapid eyes just as dull and empty as her lover's were.

'Confusing…to think not strength but love could withstand the torment of dark magics…maybe…no, another time.'

Dissuading himself from pursuing that train of thought, the Lord shifts his scarlet pupils over to the last remaining member of the group, noticing how even now, Tectus was attempting to undo his indiscernible spell with that feeble human mind, meeting his unfeeling gaze with a furious scowl, bright eyes clearly aware of what he had done to his companions and the time prison he was stuck in. Such dedication demanded reward, and a hefty reward Tectus would receive as the Demon Lord's full might comes to play, washing over the ill fated wizard in a noxious torrent of invisible miasma that wastes no time in forcing the withered old human to take on whatever form their caster has in mind for him as long fingers dart in the air, wise eyes shut in concentration to envision the form and mentality of a mistress of magic, one who had as much mastery over the arcane as a common harlot would over the inner workings of the male form, implanting both into Tectus' feeble mind that instantly shatters under the overwhelming force of new knowledge and memories, letting in the Lord's insidious fingers, pumping life and vigor back into his decrepit form as if begins to regress in age, growing firm layers of meat, lengthening limbs tipped with clean digits and strong nails, radiant skin cleared of blemishes and wrinkles, a bald scalp rejuvenating itself with healthy locks of indigo green silk.

But Tectus instead of the lanky scholar he barely remembered from his past, the form the wizard was slowly being forced into was anything but lanky. Sporting filled in limbs that radiated a feminine perfection in clarity and softness alongside a rapidly fattening torso that blended Rubella's motherly plumpness with Elena's trained muscle that remained soft and delectable to the touch, it was clear that just like his friends, the wizard would no longer be himself by the end of it. Not like he had the willpower and brains left to resist, considering those had been the first to go against the Demon Lord's unrelenting first strike.

If he wanted to display stubborn resistance right up until the end, then it was only fitting for the Lord to answer his challenge with an equal showing of determination and grit.

With the advent of a long flowing curtain of pale indigo locks ending off in salacious curls that tickle the nape of a perfectly smooth neck leading down over the sweaty surface of an arched spine that only serves to accentuate the growing mammaries blooming forth from Tectus' bony chest, the wizard's mind soon begins to clear itself off the conflicting memories of two very different lives, coalescing into the persona of a dominatrix who had every right to be confident in themselves. Everything, from looks down to any possible occurrence was nailed down to a T. And if there were any possible bumps in the road her Lord treaded upon, it was her job to deal with them long before the man ever got close enough to sight the disturbance.

And with the combined knowledge of a few millenia's worth of study and experience alongside the tactical knowhow of Tectus' old mind, Tanya was more than certain she could handle her job as the Demon Lord's personal sorceress without a hitch. Handling troop movement, supply allocation, training the Magi Battalion and highlighting important targets were just a few of the duties she now clearly remembered with a passion rivalled only by her ingrained love for sex and the essence of men stemming from her new demonic roots, trembling in lust and virile vigor as her body enters the final stages of its transformation, twitching under the influence of invisible hands that mold a slappable derriere from gaunt cheeks, nurturing a warm supple belly that its owner has done well to maintain over the years, slamming a withered sausage between thick thighs before fingering a moist gash out of the flat surface, pushing up to form vaginal walls before making extra care to add some sensitivity to an overzealous womb with an egg already waiting to be fertilized within as fresh ovaries settle into place beside her baby chamber, exiting with a subtle wet squelching sound as a forest of pubes grow in above her snatch. While eliciting a happy giggle from between pert cocksuckers lined with thick purple lipstick, given voice by the airy husk of a domineering witch whose gorgeous looks belied a monster of lust with a wanton appetite for sex rivalling the sisters that flanked her.

With a perky pair of creamy funbags that ultimately stood no chance against Elena's and an exciting fringe draping itself over an adulterous face with mesmerizing violet pearls that had become dulled after falling completely under the Demon Lord's spell, Tanya's buxom figure remains bare for all to see, rosy cheeks flushed red, smooth healthy skin slick with sweat and a a juicy trail of honey leaking down her long curvy legs. She was impossibly curvy for a woman, something she could proudly hold over the other two motionless dolls, but it all made sense once one spotted the spaded tail emerging from her rear. Succubi held the potential to be incredibly powerful beings like some notable figures throughout demon history, but most were content with living simple lives.

Tanya was an embodiment of the former; a Succubus that had hit the peak of her performance, learned every spell there was to know under the tutelage of the current Lord himself, bedded over a thousand men from a myriad races. Unlike the quiet ruination Rubella brought in her wake of the ultimate seductress that was Elena who had on more than one occasion shown interest in serving as an assassin for her Lord, Tanya reigned supreme in both offense and defense, a fearsome fighter indeed.

But she could also be a dainty flower, a dominant animal, an understanding lover, a demanding mistress. All these and more honed from her time spent feeding on men and pleasuring her Lord in exchange for his knowledge amongst other things. Affirmed in her altered existence, Tanya's form becomes shrouded in liquid darkness before it gives way to reveal a dark corset lined with sinister purple squeezing her hips tightly, covering a latex leotard with revealing cutouts along the length of her hips and thighs leading down to spiked purple boots that seemed to be attached to her equally shiny leggings, finishing it off with a lace fabric top coupled with an impossible feathery cover that barely did anything to conceal her breasts and shoulder high gloves that taper off just below her petite shoulders. Finalizing the attire with a comical poof as a large witch's hat droops over Tanya's head.

And just like her brethren, nothing laid beneath her attire for easy access to her bare flesh.

With his work done, the Demon Lord casts one final glance over his three newest subjects. Eyeing up the serene maiden whose joyous expression hid a dark uncaring heart for the humans she claimed to help; Rubella, the exotic dancer with an innocent air of naivete; Elena and the vindictive sorceress with a lust for knowledge and pleasure; Tanya. Doing a swift run over each of their updated status sheets displaying portraits of their stunning new selves before snapping his fingers, bursting the spatial bubble they were held captive in before sighing in mild exhaustion, slumping over in his seat while rubbing the brow of his head.

Before they had taken that one step, the party of three had been a tight knit group of humans looking to end a bitter struggle between the demons and their kind. But by the time they finished taking this next step, the succubi trio would remain dumbfounded for a slight spell before resuming their casual stroll towards their Lord's chamber, not even aware of the crushing defeat they had been dealt by the being they no longer feared but held an overwhelming love for…

"What's the matter Tanya dear? You look awfully pale…as if you weren't already so…any more and I'm afraid our Lord might just deem you a lost cause and have you thrown out into the castle moat!"

"Awww, lay off the insults alright Ruby? Tany's probably just tired is all, managing all that work while studying magics gotta be tough, even for someone of her caliber!"

"If you say so Elena…but you won't be sleeping well tonight though~ Bargaining with me demands a steep price…and you baby girl, can pay with.your.body!"

Watching the two succubi flirt and feel each other up while blatantly insulting her both directly and indirectly while frozen midstep, Tanya rubs her eyes before gazing down at her cleavage, raising a breast in curiosity as an out of body sensation rocks her hard. As if she had been someone else…WAS someone else. Was this just mana exhaustion speaking?

But before she could ponder further on what she was supposed to be doing and why she felt like she needed to warn her friends about an impending danger, Tanya throws her head back in sudden ecstasy upon feeling the eager fangs in Elena's mouth close around her nipples, forcing a spurt of sweet nectar through her sensitive teats, slapping the overeager dancer away with a furious blush on her face.

"Owie~ That really hurt Tany…"

"W-What do you think you're doing Elena?!"

"Well…you were holding up your boobs like you wanted someone to touch em for you~ and with how hard you were…could you really blame Elena for trying?"

"I just felt something off alright…now, if there's nothing else, there's a certain man we need to be with right about now, and I don't know about you two…but I definitely don't want to keep him waiting any longer than he already has…"

Upon the mention of 'that man', all three succubi instantly go silent as their eyes glimmer with a pink glow, emanating a strong lustful aura as they turn on their heels to resume their stroll towards the Demon Lord's chamber, vanishing in a cloud of darkness right before hitting the doors and rematerializing before the man himself, having phased a couple hundred meters forward through thick Ebonstone doors and air, kneeling in silent submission before the dominating demon, spreading his midnight black wings to encompass his women in as they rise to their feet, pouncing on their Masters lap with his favorite dancer in the middle flanked by her sisters. Giggling and laughing in unison while feeling each other up, running hands over their bodies in an effort to ripen themselves for the Lord's inevitable hand to grace their wanton selves.

And while the rest of the human realm continued to hold against the demons while wondering what had become of their Hero and his entourage, the Demon Lord would enjoy the company of his three wives for the foreseeable future ahead, all while they scheme and plot against their former brethren…

But as long as they had each other, Rubella, Elena and Tanya would remain blissfully unaware for the rest of their lives.

THE END