The city was built on columns that held it high above the ground, up in the light. Under the city there was water and darkness. People lived under the city but I didn’t see any place where one could live. It was only water, darkness, and the columns that stretched out into the black. The people down here were changing, becoming something not quite human. Whether it was the darkness changing them or something else I couldn’t say, but they were changing and so was I. I was becoming the Demon King.
The corruption of this place started to spread to the city on the columns and to the people up above. The others from under the city were beguiling those from above, tempting them down into the darkness. I saw myself now completely transformed standing in an arched doorway with a golden glow coming from behind me. My skin was red and I stood eight foot tall with long blond horns protruding from my head, the bases of the horns covered by my long blond hair. Two women, who were not completely human, stood one on each side of me. They were mine or more like they were his now. The one who stood on his right, as I looked from my new perspective, swayed sensually as she moved, her ashen skin seemed to glow softly of its own accord. Her hair was long and black with long tentacles, the same color as her skin, flowing out from under her hair. The tentacles writhed rhythmically and hypnotically as she moved. I didn’t look that closely at the other one but I got the impression that she was a haggard old witch.
I stood, now merely an observer, watching as the twisted forms of what once where people smiled and wooed those from above. Taking them gently by their hands leading them down stone stairways into the blackness below, I could see flashes of orgies and perversion like sparks in the darkness.
The Demon King was now living in the city above in what was once my home. He was keeping my wife as his and I knew I had to save her. The bedroom had no walls, only stone columns supporting a stone roof. The floors were cover with intricately woven rugs of dark blue, gold, and silver.
I flew through the air landing on the rocky ground just outside the bedroom. My wife was there alone and I started telling her she needed to come with me but she refused. She was afraid but not for herself she was afraid for me. She said he would hunt me down and kill me and she couldn’t live with that. Nothing I said could persuade her and I didn’t know what else to do. I move out of the bedroom, walking slowly into a wild garden. It looked like the runes of an old building that nature was slowly reclaiming. Foot square stones laid buried with only one ghostly white side showing brightly in the dark with grass growing over them hiding their edges. Among the collapsed walls and columns of the ruins grew trees. There were no leaves on them only long deformed branches. As I walked among them I tried to think of something I could say that would convince my wife to come with me. I stopped and placed my hand next to what looked like a large knot on one of the trees. But the knot moved and crawled on to my hand. I pushed it off and it landed back on the tree. I stared, both fascinated and repulsed by it. Its colors and patterns were the same as the bark of the tree but now it was moving and I could see that it was like a giant tick that had gorged itself on blood. The repulsion won and I moved away watching the tick as I moved. Thinking if I let it out of sight, till I was safely out of range, it would attack me.
At that point one of the Demon Kings servants returned, its twisted form barely hidden beneath its cloak and hood. It was like a perversion of the human form. I jumped into the air and flew away. I watched as I flew; now my view was from just behind the creature, like I was looking over its shoulder. It started firing rockets at me as I flew. Buildings near me exploded in flames. At first I was worried about myself; I strained to see myself in the distance hoping I was alright. I thought that I was because I didn’t think I was near the buildings when they exploded and that’s when I woke.
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