Tags: incest (adoptive mother), horror, rape, light gore not portrayed sexually

There he was, just across the way from Vivalin, she spied on him closely, hoping not to draw his attention. The perfect specimen of an infernal creature. One with no ties to the demons that spawned him. Larazod was nothing more than a mercenary for hire. Beneath his hauberk, was the strong body of one trained by battle. There was no use hiding his demonic appearance, the scala of his eyes was a deep black, with devilish red irises. And who could possibly hide horns like that? So large and thick, popping out of his forehead and pointing towards the sky. 

“So, where exactly did you see it?” The tiefling asked a villager, who seemed more afraid him than the monster he spoke of seeing. 

“It was in that alley, gobbled up two whole people, a wicked cackle and the fluttering of wings!” The old man flapped his arms as he mimicked the beast flying away. “It was the old witch’s baby! The Baby of the Badmoon Witch.” 

“I’m sorry, I’m not from here. Is that some sort of legend?” 

“You bet it is,” Vivalin huffed under her breath. She’d never given birth to anything so ridiculous. 

“She hatched it in the river, and now it’s grown and wreaking havoc upon us!” The old coot was hard to settle down, but Larazod did his best. His features didn’t help.

After promising to murder whatever witch’s baby Larazod continued on his investigation. Vivalin was quickly following in tow, keeping her distance so he wouldn’t catch onto her. She only just caught the last bit of his conversation.

“How many in the family?” Larazod asked.

“Four, husband, wife, a son and daughter.” The shop keeper was solemn. 

“And where are they buried?” The remains would help him determine just what it was hunting these people. “Well, the daughter and their parents were buried in the town cemetery like everyone else, but the son is still living in their house.”

“How’d he survive?” 

“Claims he hid under the bed, the boy looked terrified. I don’t doubt he would be after what he saw.” 

“Know where I can find him?” 

It was never easy talking to a survivor, Larazod knew that. Especially if it was something infernal, some of them could see his strength. After all, it took a monster to hunt monsters.

The boy answered after a single knock at his door. 

“Hello, Gerald?” Larazod looked down to the boy, though he was almost an adolescent. 

“Yeah,” he nodded, looking Larazod up and down. “You must be the monster hunter they sent in. Bet you want to know what the bloody thing looks like.”

“And I didn’t need to say a word, you’re quite perceptive, Gerald.” Larazod hoped this would lead to more answers. “Could you tell me that? What it looked like?”

“Searing yellow eyes, like a goat’s eyes. Fat leathery wings and fangs like a dragon.” The boy shook, “It was terrifying, I tried to look away while it…” The boy buried his head in his hands and wept. Larazod gave his same old speech.

“Don’t worry. Haven’t you seen me? Nothing is scarier than me, and if there is something I’m gonna beat it down until I’m number one again.” He gave a wide smile, showing off his sharp teeth.

The boy’s tears lit up a bit and he choked out a smile. “You seem pretty cool.”

“Yeah? Well, let me show you something really cool.” Lifting his halberd to the boy’s eye, he showed him. “This was given to me by my mother. Its strength has helped me slay countless beasts. “I want you to feel its strength.”

Tears still streaming on his face, the boy’s face was aglow. As Larazod handed him the polearm, the boy’s face turned from gleeful to fearful. Steam rose from his hands. 

“It’s made with cold iron, among other alloys, which is what you feel searing into your flesh now.” The form that was once a boy changed to a wicked, grey creature. “You know doppelgangers like you are still considered monsters when they murder people.” 

There was no retort, only a wicked cry of pain. Larazod cupped his ear. “What was that? Take it back? No, no. I want you to hold it for now.” The tiefling continued to tease his prey, hoping he would give up another doppelganger. “Who else is in this town? Is there really some big bad witch and her demon spawn running around?” 

“I don’t know!” The thing screamed. It caught it’s breath and spoke softly through the pain. “I had only begun my spawning, I was going to assimilate the whole town but, I’d only gotten so far as one. The others I used for energy. I’ve seen no witch nor goat headed beast. Now please, please take it!”

Larazod granted the aberration’s wish and picked up the jewel encrusted halberd. It panted and examined the extent of its wounds. The palms of the doppelganger’s hands steamed. There was a quiet moment between them until Larazod said the last words he’d say to this monster.

 “You did say assimilate the whole town. That’s not really a good thing.” The halberd’s blade lopped off it’s gray, shriveled looking head with ease.

As he began cleaning his blade, he shouted to what seemed like no one, but his words said otherwise. “You, watching from the window. What do you want?” Turning towards it, he locked eyes with Vivalin who was in some shock. Larazod’s nose flared up and sniffed at her. “No one around here really believes there’s a witch around here, but you reek of hexes.” 

“I’m just a passerby, sir. I know not of the things you speak.” She was a poor liar. Dashing off she sprinted back to her hut to hatch her plan, it had to be done soon before her tiefling warrior could leave town.



Vivalin was practically skipping as she made her way through the swamp and into the little run down shack. It was much larger on the inside, and two of her orc subordinates stood waiting. Had they been good soldiers, they would have merely been standing still until their leader returned. However, they were orcs. 

“These ones still have her scent on ‘em.” Bully laughed as he pulled the witch’s dirty underwear to his pig-nose. 

“I’m going for a perfectly clean pair, but I’m not gonna leave ‘em that way!” Dul laughed with his brother.

“What in Lucifer’s Sweet Ass are you two doing?” The two orcs turned around, blushing (as much as an orc could.)

“We are only here to relay our missions, oh great Vivalin of the Badmoon.” The orcs spoke in unison and quickly hid the panties they held. 

“Dul,” she pointed at the stupider looking of the two orcs. “What have you guys found.” The orc answered quickly as he practically shivered in his boots. 

“After the dragon sales, we have enough gold to rally Grogg’s Gold Mountain Boyz.” The two looked extremely proud of themselves.

“And?” Vivalin was not amused, this was menial news. That tribe of orcs was forty, maybe fifty dozen strong. “Please tell me you have better news than selling off some wyrmlings and getting some gold digging drunks to join your ranks?” 

The two orcs looked to each other, confused. Then it was Bully’s face that lit up. “That king we sold the black dragon to gave us a hefty amount of platinum too, Grogg’s boyz don’t want that so we gets to keep it. And he also gave us dis!” He waved a large kite shield in the air. She checked the crest, there was no need to spellcraft it. A crow atop a green rook. The Robbins Family crest, poor. There’s no way it was magical on a Robbins budget.

“Keep it.” She waved it off, “But hand my panties back on your way out the door.” She held out her hand and the orcs dropped her unmentionables into her hand. She cocked an eye at Dul. “All of them.” The orc looked defeated and pulled a pair of panties from his pants, they were already stained with a sickly yellow orc cum. “Ugh, you can keep those.” She rolled her eyes and shooed them out. She had potions to brew if she was to get that tiefling tonight.



The bar was packed, and Larazod’s sensitive ears couldn’t quite sleep in the inn upstairs with all the chatter. So, he sat at a table alone, drinking the stale ale they called a house special. A patreon by the name of Jillette who had frequented the bar strolled up to Larazod’s table, he already reaked of alcohol. 

“Is it true about you?” Looking up from his mug, Larazod reamained calm as the man snarled. There was no doubt heavy hostility in his voice, hostility Larazod had seen before. He knew what question was coming.”  

“That depends what you’ve heard.” Both his hands laid on the table, his polearm, stood up in the seat beside him.

“Are you really the Butcher of Ben’darl?” The man began to reach for a weapon, hidden away.

“Yes, I am. Don’t they say it takes a monster to hunt monsters?” 

“Well, you got rid of one, I’ll take care of the other!” Jillette had plunged his hidden dagger for Larazod’s heart, but the man was drunk and clumsy. Larazod had been nursing the same ale for hours. There was no effort to Larazod’s actions as he moved aside from the knife, broke the man’s wrist and elbowing him away as the dagger clattered to the ground.

“Don’t anger me,” his devilish eyes seemed to glow a deep crimson red. ”Unless you want what happened in Ben’darl to happen here.” The man fell to the ground and fell victim to the poison that ran through his veins. Looking up at Larazod, fear grew quickly in his eyes. 

“You demon! You’re a demon!” The man’s words were broken as you pointed a terrified finger at the beast, he saw. The broken wrist causing the pointing finger to wave erratically. The man took some time getting to his feet, but he quickly ran out the door. The patreons naturally played this off as a simple ‘too much to drink’ incident. 

Though as the night progressed, more and more men seemed… erratic. There wasn’t aggression so much as there was fear. The place had nearly gone mad. Larazod was no idiot. This was no coincidence. Standing from his seat, he hoped that his brand of ale was not the infected one. And if it had been he hoped his fortitude could help him.

Alas, neither was true. As Larazod left the front door of the bar, he saw the town in flames. Though, not the town he was at. His crimson eyes reflected the flames on Ben’darl. Gripping his Halbred tight, he stormed up the steps of the only building made of marble. The only standing building. The Church of Agun’Ra. As he stopped at the front door tears filled Larazod’s eyes. He has had this dream before. He’d seen how this ends. He knew what lied beyond that door. 

“Amun, Da, Ul’rah, Um Ranga!” The chanting bellowed from beyond the doors. Closing his wet eyes he opened the door the dream was too vivid and despite his closed eyes he saw it all, felt it all, tasted it all.

The blood splattered from the ceiling and onto Larazod. This time he heard the voice first. That would have been nice the first time. “An angel, spread like a devil.” That hideous laughter filled the air again. He couldn’t control his head as he looked up and saw her. His mother, the woman who found and raised him despite his demonic features, a pure woman. She was splayed out on wired hooks like some kind of sick torture. Larazod could feel her life, still alive despite her open chest cavity. She tried to tell him something, a message but she choked and coughed up blood, and it fell onto his face, in his mouth. That coppery taste was all he remembered until suddenly the room was empty. Covered in blood, but empty. He didn’t dare look up at the ceiling he knew she wasn’t alive anymore. 

Stepping out of the church he collapsed to the stairs and looked on as the buildings burned around him. There was nothing left for him here. There was nothing left of here. And though he didn’t know it at the time he was blamed for it all as The Butcher of Ben’darl. Though, he’d had this dream enough times to reflect on that. However, today something new happened. Something this dream never offered him. 

“Sweet child.” The voice from behind him was that of an angel. Quickly he turned around, his dark eyes, one demonic looking were now like that of a child’s, filled with excitement. She wasn’t strung up, she wasn’t even splayed open. Though, as she walked up to him, he thought he saw seams where she’d been put back together. She was close to him now and there wasn’t so much as a scar on her perfect, naked body. “My boy, you’ve done so well.” She wrapped her arms around him and his face was pressed to her naked breast.

Larazod could do nothing but cry. His mother merely let him, cooing him and stroking his hair. Of course, she wasn’t his real mother, simply the only one in Ben’darl that would care for an abandoned demonic child. It was always known to Larazod that she wasn’t his real mother and somehow this allowed him to feel so much closer to her. He loved her more like a man loves a woman than the way a boy loves his mother. 

“What were you going to say? To me, before… Before you…” Larazod couldn’t finish, but he needed to know. He needed to have something to cling to. 

“That I’m so proud of you.” It felt like a lie, she felt almost like a doll, saying prerecorded messages magically put upon them. 

As he pulled away from her breast, Larazod wiped the few tears left on his face and eyed her carefully. “Proud of me?” 

“Yes, I’m so proud of you.” She said in the exact same tone and cadence again, just like a doll. “Let me show you just how proud I am.” The woman who raised him crawled on all fours over to him like a common whore trying to get an extra gold piece. Quickly unbuttoning his trousers Larazod couldn’t react fast enough to push her away, though, maybe he didn’t want to at all.

His cock was mostly flaccid, but its girth was enough that it seemed to excite her as she quickly took it in her mouth. Sucking and tongueing the tip she pushed him to harden. There was something about seeing his mother acting in such a way that was both arousing and unnerving to Larazod. 

All this was too much for the poor tiefling. He was hard in seconds, and his mother looked up at him and chuckled. “My, my you really like that, hm? Then let me give you a little more.” Suddenly, she pushed back onto his cock, engulfing it with her mouth and taking his entire length. As she moaned atop him it reverberated in her throat, inducing quite a unique feeling for Larazod and he couldn’t help but let out a groan of pleasure. His hand moved on its own, pushing his fingers through her silky blonde hair. As she looked up at him she did her best to smile with his cock filling her mouth. There was a lot of silent moans between the two of them as her head bounced atop her son’s cock. There was little to say between the two of them, but that didn’t stop his mother from moving her mouth. 

There was no way that a woman like her had the skills to tame a man like this. Her tongue danced around his shaft like it was performing a ballet and she knew just how much lip to give as well as the occasional, light teeth grazing. Larazod couldn’t take it anymore. There was a build up inside him and he was ready to burst. Just as he could feel all that hot cum rise to the top of his head she pulled off him. “Ah, ah, ah,” She wagged a finger at him. She could probably feel how close he was. “I can’t have you blowing your load so soon, mommy hasn’t had her fun yet.” It seemed so out of character for her, but Larazod couldn’t be bothered by that now.  She dragged a finger up the underside of his shaft as she stood, causing nothing but a single bead of cum to leak out his tip. Scooping it up with her finger, his mother sucked her finger dry. “Now, let me get what I want from my boy.” She tossed a leg around his hip and straddled him right there on the stair of the church. Her pussy was already wet and quivering for him. The speed at which she lowered herself onto him was painstakingly slow. Easing him into her she let out a soft moan that lasted until she had taking him all in. 

Larazod reached up her back to get a better grip, but there was something on her back. A piercing? He felt around it until he could identify it. A hook. His eyes went cold as he realized what he felt. The very same hooks that strung her up now had their fishing line pulled taut to the sky. Desperately he tried to see them against the night sky and where they went, but they only seemed to push into the clouds. She wasn’t his mother, just a cruel marionette manipulating his feelings. 

“Now, now. Focus back to me, child.” She grabbed his chin, forcing him to look at her as she began to bounce her hips on his lap. Already the tiefling was close to his climax, and despite the fear he held of who held this puppet’s strings, he could not deny his mother’s beauty. There was little he could do to resist and his did his best. “It’s quite cute how you’re trying to resist this, don’t you want to make your mother happy?”

“You’re not my mother,” Larazod spoke through clenched teeth, holding himself back with all he had. 

“How cruel, just because I’m not your blood mother?” She teased, despite knowing what he truly meant. 

“Shut up!” Reaching back he grabbed her strings and gave them a hefty yank. There was clear pain in her as she clenched around his cock. Unfortunately, that was the last straw for Larazod. He came inside her, bursting forth with intensity he’d never known. The cum pushed into her shallow pussy and leaked out around his cock. As he was finishing his orgasm he pulled the strings out of her back and she crumbled like vase falling to the floor atop him. Panting and heaving from his orgasm and simply all his up and down emotions of his mother. He passed out.





“Shoot,” Vivalin pulled empty strings from her cauldron, attached to her marionette cross. “This is gonna be harder than I thought.” Preparing another living being to be your familiar was a tricky task. They had to willingly accept and she had thought that if he had his mother, all that he wanted, she could step in and offer it to him. Scrunching up her nose she pouted that he had seen through her facade. One of these days, she’ll get him to be her familiar.




The morning sun shined through the windows of the church. Not one in Ben’darl, but in the town Larazod had rid of a doppelganger. Three clergymen cowered in one corner of the church as the large, imposing tiefling woke up. They had heard he didn’t like churches, so what was he doing sleeping inside one? 

Standing and beginning to stretch himself Larazod looked over at the men who all gave frightened gasps. Chuckling to himself at their reaction, Larazod picked up his polearm. One that had once belonged to his mother and he thought of the highly lucid dream he had the night before. Shaking the thoughts from his head he simply headed out the church. No need to explain anything to those cowardly clerics. 

Setting out to the streets, Larazod had a bit more investigating to do in this town. After all, he wasn’t the only one poisoned last night.