The demon and the lady

[wolfintheherd]

[Once upon a time there was a man named Grant Ward. Broad shouldered and tall he made some bad calls. Some very bad calls. Then he made some more calls when he got unlucky. He got even more unlucky trying to reverse those changes. The god crawled in. The god saw a vessel, a plop of clay, and made it in his image.

Corruption filled him.

It's been awhile since she's seen him really, he can't go into town anymore without causing a stir and the few followers he has garnered (although more come every day) worship him like a god. That's all he really wants.

It's them who have brought her to him, his fellow monster, even as he lounges. The more demonic, the more the seven deadly sins fill him. Their hands tighten their grip on her shoulders entering his presence.

The first thing she'll notice is his size. He was tall, 6'6, now he stands at 8 feet tall. He is broad, 8 feet tall and five - maybe six foot wide. His body coiled with thick muscle while his wings - nine feet? ten feet tall? arch over the back of his flat throne. His wings flex.

What's more noticable is his mouth. Oh there's still his human mouth, he's licking his fingers but his bigger size supports a long mouth running from his neck to his groin. It smiles, teeth sharp and glinting and stained. There's a carcass at his feet and occasionally he reaches down to feed it bits. His neck is thick with muscle, spines running down his back while a few, those same black spines on his arms run along the side of his face. His horns are huge. There are four of them, two curled over his ears and two more shorter, thicker. There are eyes just below them. A second pair.

He thinks he's magnificent.

Really though the god is quietly laughing. The mouth across his body burps and he laughs. He's abandoned shirts, clad only in a loincloth with a goat's head on the belt buckle. When he takes notice of them they kneel.]

...Rise.

[His voice is thick with damnation.]

what have you brought me?