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The blow sent Scott flying across the club, the human hand that struck him fell to the club owners side, now a lanky appendage of pale grey skin and shining black talons. Archie’s body extended, arms and legs elongated, torso stretching, muscle formed beneath the skin, sharp and defined but lacking the bulk of other demons, eyes glowed red, the mouth twisted and transformed into a wide maw of three rows of spear tip teeth, long smooth solid black horns rose from his head about two feet in length. 

Azeketh’mir, two millennia old broker demon rose to his full nine foot height, his size forcing him to bend over slightly to avoid his horns piercing the ceiling, his grey skin was dotted by numerous bony protrusions all solid black like his horns. He snarled at the newly awoken demon he was resolved to kill.

Scotts body slammed into a stone column, the column shattered as his body continued through it from the force or the blow, the next column broke more easily as Azonath’s body slammed into it. His four arms out, his wings spread wide, clawed feet slamming into the floor and his talons biting deep into the marble. The moment of the blow passed, Azonath wouldn’t be surprised like that again. He filled his lungs with a breath a roared. The room shook with the power behind the arch demons voice. 

In the booth, his booth, his four thralls flash transformed, dropping their glamours and leaning forward aggressively to attack. They were furious with the broker, their minds projecting the many ways they wished to hurt him for striking their master. Azonath sent a simple command over their mental connection.

-NO- Azonath claimed this fight, no one would interfere. They didn’t have to acknowledge his command, he knew they’d obey. His tail whipped left and right as he planted his feet, ready for this sudden fight. The long limbed pale fleshed demon screeched a challenge and charged. Its long loping strides carried it across the room faster than Azonath expected, in three leaps Azeketh’mir was on him, talons extended and mouth wide as he struck. 

Azonath dodged to the side and caught him with his upper arms. Lower hands grabbed the broker firmly and all four limbs brought the demon down to meet Azonath’s rising knee. The first powerful hit had the gray demon snarling oddly with three broken fangs, black blood oozing from his mouth. Another screech, this time Azonath growled and charged. Azeketh’mir seemed slow but his movements were efficient. Long limbs propelled him along the open room, his legs made wide strides, swinging arms snatched at columns and pulled him along, he became a pale skinned missile, talons and fangs bared with deadly intent. 

The only other fights Azonath had ever been in were with to far weaker demons sent by his mother, and that was dominantly a misunderstanding, and his fight/fuck with Abolith upstairs, dominating her and winning her devotion as his newest thrall. In both of those he had clear advantages of size and power against his opponents, against Azeketh’mir he could tell. The demon moved with speed and precision, he slashed at Azonath, his claws scoring dozens of cuts across the larger demons body. Azonath wasn’t as fast as his opponent, but he was tougher, a lot tougher. He felt claws rake his left side and spun so his tail met the offender mid air. The attacking demon grunted as he was hit into a collection of booths that shattered on impact. 

Part of Azonath was excited by this fight. This is how he should be doing things, fighting and dominating any and all beneath him, his archdemon self reveled in attacking and being attacked, he wanted more. His body warmed, new abilities he realized he had came to the front of his mind. He grinned. Azeketh’mir pulled himself up to behold every cut on Azonath’s body bled black smoke and disappeared, leaving him unharmed within a few heartbeats. Again Azeketh’mir leapt in to circle the bigger demons body. Claws slashed, talons cut but wounds healed even as they were being formed. 

Azonath body thrummed with power, aware of his healing abilities, and aware Azeketh’mir simply wasn’t strong enough to cause him any real harm. The strongest opponent he’d faced and it was still far from a fair fight. He stood and let the other demon strike him. Accepting the minor physical wounds in exchange for causing psychological wounds of his own. Letting everyone see how the club owner was harmless to a archdemon spawn, how Azonath was so far above everyone else here. The pale skinned demon caught him by surprise once but that was the only time he’d be allowed to do that. He could feel Azaketh’mirs mind, the broker started this fight for a reason, currently hidden, not because he thought he could win, he believed he couldn’t no matter how hard he tried, still Azeketh’mir was trying, pushing himself into a fight he believed he’d lose.

Azonath’s tail occasionally swiped at the moving opponent, catching only breeze as the pale demon dodged it, slipping over or underneath the whipping appendage. His eyes danced with electric fire, his powers letting him see all before him, the glamours of all around him and their true demon dorms beneath. His thralls snarling and taking threatening positions, looking like they would leap into the fray at a moments notice, it was all posturing, this fight belonged to Azonath, and his opponent was clearly outmatched. With what he’d learned from Scurra he pierced the brokers mind, opening his thoughts and intentions like opening a book. Seeing where the demon was planning to strike from allowed Azonath to time his movements well. The pale demon leapt to the side, claws extended to slash his body, Azonath reached out with lightning speed and caught him. His bigger hand encompassing both of smaller demons forearms.

Azeketh’mir found himself slammed back first onto the ground, then lifted and whipped to the other side, smashing his front. “Weakling.” Azonath found himself growling. Again whipping the broker onto his back and front with bone crushing power. He hated this demon, this man who tried to befriend him, who’d appeared to be doing that, actually wanting to help him, now attacking him. This pathetic little demon with borrowed powers thought he could fight Azonath? A feral snarl left the bigger demon and the talons on his lower arms started to glow fueled by Azonaths hate for Azeketh. The opening was brief, Azeketh’mir howled and suddenly every demon in the club dropped the glamours in a heartbeat and jumped Azonath.

Claws tore into the flesh of his sides, arms, and legs. Fangs dug into his shoulders, he felt at least two smaller demons trying to break a single wing, and someone was biting his tail. His thralls exploded from his booth, like tightly coiled springs suddenly released. Evelynn and Tabrith tore into the crowd of attacking demons, wenching them away two at a time, Scurra was leaping across the group, hands latching onto heads to bring the larger demons to their knees screaming from her mental attacks. Abolith took advantage of her larger size and greater strength by grabbing a demon in each of her four hands and using them to smash bludgeon anyone and everyone in her way. 

Azonath sent power to his thralls which had them howl with bloodthirsty glee and increased their ferocity. He held on to the slightly moving Azeketh’mir and swung him around like a bat, knocking dozens of demons away in a wide circle. Most of the group of smaller demons clawing and biting him held on tight, he needed them off. Power built in his chest, he created a wave of energy, wrapped it in psychic power, and weaved in nerve stunning lust. The wave exploded from him, the physical force like a solid wall threw demons of every kind away, between the mental anguish he forced into their minds and their body’s locking up from overloaded nerves, no one could hold onto him. He inadvertently released his grip on Azeketh’mir and the pale demon seemed to slip through the air to his back.

Azonath growled as fangs and claws tore into his back, he felt his enemy using their full body to pin and hold one of his wings. A sickening snap had Azonath growing in pained rage, his left wing now bent inward the wrong way and hanging limp. He roared, visible waves of power emanating from his open fanged maw. One huge arm swung around and his talons dug deep into Azeketh’mirs flank. He yanked the offending demon off and threw him to the ground so hard the floor cratered. A heavy clawed foot came down on the pale demon and held him in place as Azonath pulled his arms back before swinging forward. 

His massive claws curled as each hand pulled at the matter around them. Rubble turned to mist and re coalesced in his hands as he threw boulders into his pinned foe. One at a time each claw pulled back and threw a ball ruined club at the buildings owner. The impacts made thump-boom sound in rapid succession, a machine gun launching jagged boulders into a single target at close range. With each dozen blows Azonath pushed down with his foot, forcing the crater deeper and wider. 

-I yield. I yields!- Azeketh’mir said in Azonath’s head. All around them every demon had stopped moving. Azonath gazed down at the bruised and broken body of the broker demon. His tongue absently licked his teeth. For minutes the only sound that could be heard was the heavy breath/snorting of the giant Archdemon. A sickening click broke the silence as Azonath’s wing righted itself and mended the break. Around the room his women, his thralls, waited, eyes alight with power, rage, and hunger. Each wanting to tear the broker apart and feast in their own way. Azonath had other ideas. He slammed his palm down on Azeketh’mirs head and forced his power into him. He roared, it was so powerful it shook the foundations of the building. 

Between the hulking demons something changed. Azonath simply accepted the fealty of his other thralls, with Azeketh’mir he took it. The broker couldn’t offer any resistance, he was too weakened from the fight. He didn’t open himself up and offer his service but he didn’t need to. Azonath as more than powerful enough to force his way into the other demons mind and soul. It wasn’t a struggle for Azonath to take what he wanted, by right of conquest Azeketh’mir and everything he owned belonged to Azonath.

The flood of information was deafening. Azonath couldn’t hear or feel anything around him in that time. Azeketh’mir, Archie, desperately needed a patron, every demon lord and most of the angelic lords wanted control of the club, he’d held them at bay for decades but recently they’d gotten aggressive with their methods. Most of his employees, demon and angel alike, had been killed or confined to their planes. With a patron he could have some muscle behind him during those discussions, he’d never beat an archdemon or archangel in a fight, Azonath learned just how one sided their fight had actually been, he still had powers he hadn’t discovered yet.

Azonath took one long breath and Scott released it. The now human form lord stood naked among the ruins of HIS club. In front of him a bowing pale skinned broker demon waited silent and still, a golden collar around his neck. Scott’s eyes scanned the room. Every other demon hadn’t returned to their glamours. His thralls had only just slipped into theirs, like their master they were naked, their arousal visible in their postures and soaked thighs. Here, within a crater of their fight, a demon found himself forced into thralldom, bowing before his master who stood proudly in a mortal form, all surrounded by a small army of demons.

Without a word his women stepped through the silent and still crowd. Scott’s limp manhood throbbed and grew, by the time the first of his she demons reached him, Sandra, he stood a full and thick sixteen inches. The Mindtaker slipped to her knees to make a showy meal of his bloated balls. As she moaned and slopped her way between each nut Eve fell to her knees behind the smaller woman and loudly swallowed her masters cock. Tabitha and Abby joined from their respective sides, moaning as their hands and mouths found their lover and master. The four woman show of loud cock worship began in front of the demonic crowd, Scott enjoying the audience, knowing no one would dare move and disturb his victory, he enjoyed the power of making them watch his women suck him off.

In a blink Scott was in a dark space, he was still in his human form, he was still naked with his cock still rock hard. He could feel his thralls hands and mouths. In front of him appeared a woman of stunning beauty. She started as a shadow but already he could see her exaggerated hourglass form. About his height, thin arms, massive tits each wider than her shoulders, a ripped tummy with a defined eight pack, narrow waist and wide hips with an ass like a pair of watermelons. Thick legs followed down to dainty feet that walked like she was in ten inch heels. Her flowing voluminous pitch black hair fell to her ankles. She was proudly naked much like he was, unlike him she had a sheer robe titled at her neck covering her shoulders and the tops of her monumental breasts plus her nipples but fell open down the rest of her. 

“Hey mom.” Scott said greeting his demon queen mother.

“What the hell have you done?” She asked more alarmed than furious.