It's been two weeks since I killed Medusa's son, and there's been no sign of her or any attack force yet. Though we now have one-hundred rifles with two-thousand shells made and ready for use, I've got incuponies and succuponies training with them since they're more my size and perfect as marksmen. I've got the team now making pistol versions of the rifle for imps and goblins to use since the rifles are too big for them.

Nothing much has been happening and it has been nice and quiet, Desire dragged me for a picnic in her blood apple grove and it was very nice, though she sat in my lap and made me feed her which I personally enjoyed doing. Despite my life literally going to hell, I'm pretty happy with things as they are, though I wish I knew what was happening with my mother and sister... I hope they're doing fine without me.

I'm in my workshop waiting for my own rifle to dry off, I've painted the wood stock black with dark purple flames on each end. We've even got some crude grenades made using the gunpowder with a fuse wrapped in silk that imps can light and drop from the backs of harpies. We've got our own bombing squad now.

The door swings open with a worried looking Geneine entering. "My Lord! A large force of lesser demons with three naga deamons are approaching the town, they're armed and the three deamons look very upset. They'll reach Felfire within four or less hours," she tells me.

I think Medusa has finally decided to attack us. "Get the marksmen ready and archers on the wall. I want the boarus suited up and their imps ready, get the goblins ready for medical and get the arachniponies to set up webs on the field to slow them down. I want the harpies and imps doing flybys dropping the new bombs on them," I order her.

"At once, my Lord," she replies and heads off to relay my orders.

I pick up my rifle and a full pouch of thirty shells, time to see if these rifles will make a difference.

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I watch from the walls as arachniponies are laying webbing down over the wastes, even if they set them on fire it'll slow them down a bit. I look back and see the harpies with an imp on their backs along with four bombs each, we didn't exactly get to make many of them in the last few days, only twenty of them in total.

The marksmen load their rifles and wait for the oncoming forces to arrive. The goblins have gurneys and medical supplies ready for those injured enough that their own demonic healing just can't keep up. The boarus are decked out in full plate medieval style armour and look like pudgy knights with a large tower shield and spiked mace. They have an imp also wearing armour but just not as thick or heavy on their backs to throw fireballs at the incoming demons.

I check my rifle and load a shell into it. Desire is beside me with her own rifle which she painted red with pink hearts on the stock.

"I can't wait to try this rifle on these bastards!" she says making me smile.

"Just watch your head and only come out of cover to shoot," I tell her and take a sip of blood apple cider from a bottle I brought with me. I discovered I can't get drunk but that didn't stop Desire from trying, she's the one that ended up plastered and fell asleep halfway through our love making that night.

The memory makes me chuckle lightly. "What's so funny?" Desire asks me.

"Nothing, just remembering something. So, how's your aim coming along?" I ask her.

"Pretty good, still getting used to the recoil but I can hit my target now at least," she replies with a wide smile while patting her rifle.

"Good, just make sure you don't hit me or the boarus when the fighting begins," I tell her with a smirk and she huffs indignantly.

After a good three hours the large demon force of about two-hundred or more stops and a harpy flies over near the wall.

"My mistress demands the head of the bastard who killed her son Cobraka," she demands of us.

"I killed him, and only because he attacked us and injured one of my harpies. You go back and tell your mistress that if she wants my head she should come for it herself," I reply and aim my rifle at her.

"You are in no position to back talk me whelp!" she yells at me and I've heard enough.

I pull the trigger and shoot her right in the heart, hard to miss a target twenty feet away. She falls to the ground as her body cracks and bursts into flames and then into ash, I look back out to the enemy force and grin before reloading.

"Alright folks, as soon as they reach the fifty feet markers, open fire at their harpies first and then their ranged demons. I and the boarus will hold them back while you reload. Archers, cover the marksmen until they've reloaded. Harpies! Start your bombing run once the marksmen have fired their first volley!" I order my demons.

They cheer out and the enemy horde begins their assault. I see a few boarus, ghouls, and arachniponies, but mostly incuponies, succuponies, imps, goblins, and harpies. I also see three of those snake deamons, two female and one male.

Their harpies start to rise before diving down at us on the wall. "Marksmen aim!" I yell out as we all aim at them. "FIRE!" I then shout as they’re within range. One-hundred shots ring out and hit all fifty-two harpies making them screech out in pain as they drop out of the sky, some turning into ash while others writhe in pain on the ground and trapped within the webbing.

With their aerial force removed, my harpies take off and once over the bulk of their forces, light their bombs and start dropping them. The bombs hit the ground or demons directly as the flames burn the silk away and ignite the gunpowder, causing them to detonate and send bits of sharp rusty metal in all directions, each blast killing or injuring seven to ten at a time.

I grin as I watch their ranks become disorganised, it seems human weapons -despite how outdated my ones are compared to modern day models- will make a major difference here for when I finally have the strength and numbers to attack Val'hades.

The deamons start yelling at their forces and they begin to march for the wall again, slowly due to the webbing their imps are having to burn away while my marksmen take aim again. "Aim for the imps when they come into range!" I order them.

My archers are taking pot shots as their arrows can reach one-hundred feet but are easy to avoid or block. Once the demons reach the fifty feet markers, I pull my trigger hitting an imp in the shoulder, the others fire and I watch as demons fall to the ground like dominoes.

"Reload!" I yell out and look down to the base of the wall. "Boarus! Get ready to defend the gate!" I tell them, they cheer and snort as they form a line wall with their shields together blocking the way in. I doubt even those deamons weapons or even acid will affect their armour much. I made sure to make them like juggernauts.

The remaining enemy imps have burnt away the webbing and are now throwing their fireballs up at us and another wave of bombs lands into their ranks. So far I think we've reduced their numbers to two thirds. I reload and take aim at one of the deamons giving orders from the back and pull the trigger.

The shot veers off course slightly and clips her cheek leaving a nasty gash as she yelps in pain. I huff in annoyance that I missed but quickly reload as my marksmen and archers continue their rain of death.

I finish reloading as Desire takes aim, but she screams as an arrow hits her in her left shoulder, making her drop her rifle and fall to the ground below. I hear a bone break from her as she hits the ground ten feet down and I stare wide eyed as she lays there screaming in pain.

I feel something within me snap as tears roll down my face. My vision turns red as anger, hate, and rage fill my senses and I look back at the deamon with a large bow and a grin on her face... now that she's closer, I can see she has snakes for hair and looks much older than the other two, she must be Medusa.

My energy starts to build and I can feel my urge and lust to kill rising to new heights, I can hear my heart beating loudly in my ears as my mind only focuses on the bitch who shot my Desire.

With a roar of pure hatred, I feel my energy encompass me, filling me with power I've yet to feel before. A second pair of wings bursts from my back and my scythe forms in my hand.

'Master, I hear your call for power and vengeance. Take the souls I have gathered and do with them as you will. You are now death incarnate, the reaper of souls, the Angel of Death. Make your enemies cower in fear as you take their very souls,' I hear a male voice in my head say that's coming from my scythe as more energy flows into me from my weapon.

My skin turns dark purple and two long horns made of shadow sprout from my head, similar to a succupony's just three times longer.

I grip my weapon tightly as I leap off the wall and towards the bitch who hurt my girl, oh the things I will do to her when I get my hands on her. A quick death is much too good for her.

I charge through the demons in my way, slicing off limbs and taking their souls as I carve a bloody pathway towards Medusa. I ignore the few hits I take from their poor weapons before I spray a large plume of darkfire with a roar. The lesser demons caught in it are instantly incinerated as their ashes are swept away in the wind.

I grunt as an arrow lodges itself into my stomach and I look over at Medusa who now looks slightly worried as she notches another arrow. I pull out the arrow and toss it aside, the wound instantly healing as I start running towards her, all four of my wings spread wide and an expression of cruelty and hate is on my face.

The other female deamon intercepts me and swings a large halberd at me, I catch the blade in my left hand and hiss in pain as the edge digs into my palm. I swing my scythe and slice off her right arm, making her lose her weapon. I follow through by releasing the halberd and lunging my left hand into her chest and ripping her heart out, which I then crush right before her wide eyes. She screams in pain as her body cracks and bursts into flames.

"Scaleen!" Medusa cries out as her daughter dies before her eyes, I could care less as she'll be joining her soon. I continue making my way to Medusa as gunfire sounds out with demons dropping around me as my marksmen are covering me.

The male deamon now gets in my way with his own expression of hate and anger. He swings a heavy looking maul at me which I jump over and bring my scythe down upon his head, the blade pierces the top of his skull and comes out his chest. He begins to wither and crumble as I claim his soul.

"Pytheon!" Medusa then shouts in grief but I continue my way to her as I glare at her.

"I will make you suffer for hurting my girl and endangering my people you fucking bitch!" I yell out in rage as I leap into the air. "I'll show you what happens when you anger a demonlord!"

She takes another shot which I avoid by flapping my wings. I dive down at her and plant both of my feet into her chest, knocking her down as I straddle her stomach with my knees holding her arms down.

Her eyes open and glow green as I feel a tingly sensation in my chest, but my energy is pushing it back and I grin at her. "I know of your ability, Medusa. It won't work on me," I tell her with a sinister chuckle before punching her in the face making her eyes stop glowing followed by a grunt of pain.

I drop my scythe beside her and start punching her repeatedly over and over again. My hands soon become stained with blood and her face is almost unrecognisable. Like her son, I open her mangled mouth and rip out both her fangs along with her tongue. She gurgles a cry of pain but I'm not done, I then start pulling off her snake like hair one at a time, each one getting her to flinch and choke.

After ripping off all thirty of them I then grip the sides of her head and gouge out her precious eyes with my thumbs. 'You won't make any demon else suffer with these again,' I think to myself with a wide sadistic grin.

I get up off of her and pick up my scythe. I stand over her and raise my weapon up before bringing it down and impale her at the waist. Another gurgled cry sounds out from her, but she screams in agony as I pull my weapon down slicing her lower half in two right down the middle. I watch as her innards spill out from her waist and blood pooling between the split tail.

"You should have stayed where you were," I tell her and raise my scythe again as she twitches on the ground. I notice every demon has stopped fighting and looking at me in both fear and awe. "But don't worry, I'll take care of your demons from now on," I say and pierce her heart.

She barely makes a sound as Thanatos is practically singing with glee as he sucks out Medusa's soul.

Now that she's dead and a pile of ash, my mind goes back to Desire and I take off back to the wall. I land near the medical area and see Desire on a gurney with a bandaged shoulder and left wing wrapped up, there are also others with wounds on the other gurneys as well.

My body returns to normal as my energy dies down and Thanatos fades from my grasp. I kneel beside her with a worried expression on my face.

"Are you alright?" I ask her.

She looks at me with a half awake expression. "I'm fine... they've given me some numbseed oil to dull the pain. They said I'll heal within a week," she tells me and smiles.

I sigh and gently kiss her forehead. "I thought I lost you," I mutter leaning my forehead on hers.

"I said I'm fine, but I'll need to stay in bed for a few days," she tells me. "Now, you have a new town and demons to claim," she says and lazily licks my cheek.

I smile back and nodded. "Alright, just rest and when you get better you can pick what we'll do in bed next time," I tell her getting a wider smile from her.

"Oh I have some new ideas I want to try," she replies before her eyes slowly close and she falls asleep.

I sigh and look to the medical goblins. "Take her to my manor and make her comfortable," I tell them.

"As you wish, my Lord," they reply as three of them cart Desire off towards our home.

I watch her leave for a few seconds in thought. 'There has to be a way to make her stronger... could I give her some of my power or energy?' I wonder before taking off over the wall and see that the remaining sixty or so demons left have surrendered, seems some of the harpies survived as well.

I give them two choices, to either join my demon horde or die as I'm in no mood to play nice or sugar coat things today. They agree and once marked, I gather a force of fifty marksmen, twenty archers, ten boarus, twenty harpies, ten arachniponies and forty imps and goblins along with four of Medusa's demons to join me as we march to claim my new town. This one I will keep so I can expand my territory.

Question is, what do I do with Medusa's remaining two daughters?

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