Dantalion of the Goetia: Taste the Obsession of a Demon

Each of the demons was lured, by a spirit of the undead, shape shifted into a sultry female emanating unbearable lust. Bodies lie beside the fires, engaged in sexual desires, devouring one another. Wine flowed from the face of the cavern, forming a pool at the base resembling blood. Satan sat amongst his majestic throne, wings fully expanded, his aura of crimson flames releasing the evils about to consume Dantalion and his armies.

Rowan, newly transformed demon blood, was entranced by this lust, losing himself in a world he knew nothing about. His only protection, divine magick, was unable to block Satan's aura. Like Dantalion's original sin of lust, Rowan became entranced in the world of false love. One female shape shifter, taking on my appearance, enticed him. Rowan felt his strength lifting my bleeding body from the Courtyard of the Undead the night I sacrificed my blood for Dantalion.

"Rowan, look what Dantalion has brought upon me, he has used my blood to reclaim his immortality," the shape shifter tried turning his loyalties away from Dantalion.

"Put his demon soul to rest in the hands of Satan where it belongs!"

Rowan's jealousy of Dantalion was evident, but he fought the urge to devour him.

"Dantalion hath used my body for his own pleasures, his flesh moves across my skin," the shape shifter taunted Rowan, sliding her cold resemblance of my body across his, kissing his dark hair down to the tips of his clawed fingers. "I love you, he who sees into my heart, a heart that beats not of the undead, but of human emotion."

She thrust her razor claws into his throat, bringing what demonic powers he still had to depletion. A band of shade bodies joined in to finish off what was left before moving on to the next of Dantalion's demons.

I saw his armies below, enticed by every floating, devouring, and shape shifted soul in Satan's infernal realm. Each emanated a vision of an insecurity or lust that would bring them down. Satan drank from the wine, watching his children of the undead follow through with his will.

Count Druitte was familiar with battle, and as a war hero, always refrained from temptation. Satan's powers were too alluring, and slowly, possession of his spirit slipped far beyond his control. One of the bodies beside Satan's fires moved slowly toward him. Her appearance drew him in, as she was a warrior much like himself. He refrained, drawing upon his spiritual weapons to block the temptation. A crimson aura surrounded her as Satan drew his own weapon, the art of illusion. He held her burning body inside his eternal fires, tempting Druitte to show compassion, moving closer to save the girl. Druitte knew it was an illusion. Using his spiritual weapons he attacked, causing molten shards of metal from the girl's armor to shatter throughout the mists of the caverns, counter attacking hundreds of Dantalion's armies. Dantalion raised his fire powers, blocking the attack on his legions.