Back to Jacque.

Poor Jacque was oblivious that he was being watched by a sleazy goddess and a lewd demon lord as he finished perfectly drawing the demonic circle on his shaved groin.

Once done, he dropped the brush and poured the contents of the bowl onto his genitals, letting the disgusting liquid soak them.

"I hope this works!" - Jacque prayed as he began to rub his genitals, fixedly stared at them, visualized his new genitals, and chanted.

"Lust, Lust, become an instrument of desire. Grow, Grow, become decadence unbound. Bane, Bane, become what women love and hate. Lust Lust..."

Slowly, as he cast the ritual, his tiny genitals slightly squirmed and began absorbing the liquid on it, starting to slowly yet noticeably enlarge in his hand.

Jacque didn't distract himself from the ritual, however. He couldn't afford to, as the smallest mistake might cause irreversible damage and even death.

What Jacque didn't notice, however, was that something unrelated to the ritual was happening to his body.

 

 

 

Around 10 minutes earlier, In hell, Osispea.

Demon lord Lyxara and her thirteen bodyguards were staring at the floating screen.

"Hey, he is about to start soon!" - One of the dancers said, noticing that Jacque was taking out ingredients.

"Mm." - The foot massager hummed in agreement.

"Are we just going to watch him do the ritual peacefully, though?" - Uhrrahne asked.

"What do you propose we do, then? Fail him on purpose and kill him?" - The other dancer asked in disapproval.

"Yeah, yeah, that would be such a big waste! Don't go around killing human hotties like that!" - The first dancer vigorously added.

"No, I didn't mean to kill him... what I mean is, how about we help him?" - Uhrrahne said with a devious smile. 

"Help him?" - The other Lustful Sisters droned with squinted eyes. Helping a mortal was a very foreign concept to them.

"Yes, help him. He did give us great entertainment, after all. Using his ritual as a proxy, we can use our powers to help stabilize it. At the same time, we can use the chance to give him something extra..." - Uhrrahne said with a cunning smile.

"Something extra? Wait, you don't mean..." - The shoulder massager caught on quickly and exclaimed.

"A Seed of Lust! You want to plant in him a Seed of Lust, don't you?! You thought about it long ago, didn't you?!" - The first dancer pointed and accused.

"Guilty as charged." - Uhrrahne raised her hands while smirking.

The "Seed of Lust." is a subtype of the "Seed of Evil.", a demon product that is given to loyal mortal cultists in exchange for their continued services or sufficient sacrifices.

When implanted into a mortal, the seed will act as a sort of power source, absorbing nearby negative energies to slowly mature and empower it, and in turn, empower the wielder with demonic powers, depending on how much power is absorbed and the quality of the seed. Also, it grants the wielder a better foundation for later demonic transformation and eventual ascension to demonhood.

It did have a few downsides, though, with one of them being the slow corruption of the wielder's mind into becoming more demon-like, usually gravitating towards the nature of the negative energies absorbed, and another being that beneficial divine spells become less effective on the wielder, and at some point, harmful. At a certain point, if the wielder didn't have a method to hide his aura, the holy clergy might start perceiving the wielder as a demon. Lastly, the wielder will subconsciously seek demonic magic more and more.

To a demon cultist, these demerits were trivial, but to an ordinary person, it was potentially life-changing.

As an example, if a calm and pacifistic man were to be implanted with a Seed of Wrath, after a prolonged duration, he might find his personality slowly and irreversibly altered into that of a violent and vengeful man who derives pleasure from fighting and bloodshed. The holy spells that healed and treated him in the past will gradually become ineffective and eventually harm him like sulfuric acid. The once friendly church priests will slowly turn suspicious and eventually become hostile. And finally, they will inevitably turn to demonic magic for solace.

All that said, it took a lot of energy and effort to produce such a seed, even of the poorest quality, and there were strict requirements to plant that seed inside someone, and there were also possible compatibility issues, so a demon couldn't randomly select a mortal and then plant the seed inside them.

One such requirement was to perform a demonic ritual related to the seed in question, and the Seed of Lust and the Ritual of Enlarged Manhood both belong to the Lust Domain. Also, the Seed of Lust's implanting method was through the genitals of the recipient, which the Ritual of Enlarged Manhood fulfilled.

"But is he compatible? Isn't he doing this out of romantic reasons?" - One of the instrument players asked about the last and most important requirement.

"Yeah! And don't forget that he is wearing that pesky pendant on his neck. What if it has some sort of divine body protection mechanism?" - The dancer asked.

"Don't worry, I checked it before. It has zero protection for the body, and only protects the mind, soul, and spirit. As for compatibility... Haven't you noticed already?" - Uhrrahne smiled and pointed at the floating projection.

The other Lustful Sisters simultaneously turned to look at Jacque and activated a talent that all Liliths possessed, [Advanced Detect Emotions: Lust Variant].

They then looked at Jacque and saw a mixture of pure white mixed with golden nobility on the outside, some romantic pink mixed with a decaying grey, a blue of grief and loss, a bright red of intense passion, a bit of yellow of anxiousness, and...

They all suddenly burst into sinister laughter.

"Hahahaha! The poisonous dark purple of Lust! Such rot!" - One of them said sinisterly.

"Kekekeke! Beautiful romance and passion warped and twisted to depraved Lust by grief and self-blame! Such beautiful entropy!" - Another evilly cackled like a witch.

"Hehehehe! What deep-seated Lust encrusted by fake pure white and gold! Top grade! Unquestionably top grade!" - A third jeered.

The last and most important requirement was that the recipient's innermost emotions were in tune with the seed. After all, without the proper soil, how can a seed be sowed and grow?

But simply being a sleazy, selfish, corrupt, and sex-hungry person was only the lowest grade "soil" that they can get. Such people were better off being used as low-level cultists, food, and living energy batteries.

The "soil" that they were looking for was something deeper, something darker. A Lust formed, nourished, and fueled by a cacophony of positive and negative emotions. Entropy at its finest. A quagmire of misguided Lust, bottled by a shell of innocence and good intentions.

And Jacque fitted the bill. Deep down within the very fibers of his being, after the love, passion, discontent, and heartbreak he has gone through, again and again, a rot has unknowingly developed and taken root in his heart. Lust, misguided craving. Like termites in wood, like cancer in flesh, it will slowly eat him from the inside out.

Perhaps he might be able to overcome this misguided lust one day, but the chasm that was formed will still linger and remain, causing him an unknowing yet strong desire to fill it up.

That is the true meaning of Lust. That is the highest quality "soil".

As the sisters cackled, Uhrrahne stretched out her hand and opened it, revealing a glowing dark-purple orb of energy. 

"Because I was the one that found him, I'm willing to give him a Pseudo-Legendary grade Seed of Lust that I nurtured for 333 years." - Uhrrahne smiled and said.

"Wow! How generous of you, Uhrrahne!" - The first dancer exclaimed.

"Yeah, that human is so lucky!" - One of the instrument players said.

"Well, it has been sitting in my cache for some time now, and I have a few more just sitting there and gathering dust, so I decided to fork one out. Besides, the world of Aexarene has recently seen a decline in our covens, so I want to give it a boost." - Uhrrahne explained while smiling.

"My princess, here, I will give you the honors." - She walked to demon lord Lyxara and knelt on her knee, presenting the seed.

Lyxara gently picked up the seed in Uhrrahne's hand and uttered two words, a song to Uhrrahne's ears.

"Very well."

They then silently waited for another few minutes before Jacque started to cast the ritual.

"Go." - Lyxara motioned at Jacque's genitals and let the purple and incorporeal seed of lust fly through the screen, transported directly from the planes of hell to the material world using the ritual as a proxy.

Without any hiccups, the seed invisibly arrived in front of Jacque, directly shrunk to a miniature size, and then entered Jacque right through his urethra, without him realizing a thing.

The seed then flew into his body while attempting to settle in his prostate gland. When it finished integrating, it would take root, and even powerful holy spells won't be able to purge it out.

However, just then, something unexpected happened. A powerful wave of holy energy entered Jacque's body from somewhere, causing the precious seed of lust that was nurtured for 333 years inside a pseudo-demigod elite Lilith to be instantly corroded and leak an untold amount of invisible purple energies inside his body. 

"What?!" - The Lustful sisters, and even Lyxara herself, were stunned by this turn of events.

The next moment, something even more ridiculous happened.

The two similar yet contradictory energies inside Jacque's body began to fight and corrode each other, with the refined remnants being directly absorbed inside Jacque's body, causing him a wave of uncontrollable euphoria and pleasure.

"Lust, Lust, b-become an instrument of desire. Grow, Grow, become d-decadence unbound. B-Bane, Bane, b-become what women l-love and h-hate. L-Lust L-Lust..." - Jacque unknowingly began to stammer as his body shook as he felt an intense amount of pleasure.

Unknowingly, he also got himself a full erection, and because he was rubbing his genitals, he was effectively masturbating, causing him even more pleasure, slowly disrupting his concentration on the ritual.

"He is about to fail the ritual! We must help him!" - The dancer exclaimed.

"It's too late..." - Lyxara sighed in pity.

"L-Lust... L-Lust... Ah..... Spurt*" - Jacque accidentally discharged, and his mind blanked in euphoria.

As his mind blanked, the ritual immediately failed, and at the next moment, a violent and unprecedented chain reaction occurred.

VrrrrrrRRRRRRRRR*

A vibrating sound sounded from his body as he began to shake in horror.

The failed ritual that was meant to change a body part on his own body started to warp his very life essence, forming a loop. This was a lethal situation for non-shapeshifting races because that can warp and mutate their very being into something else, possibly even causing a chain reaction that can annihilate their very soul.

"Ahhh... Ahhhhh!!! AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!"

A wave of unimaginable pain erupted from the very fibers of Jacque's being as he screamed in pain and terror.

Crack* Crack*

Light started to shine from his orifices as cracks began to form on his skin, leaking a mixture of blood and light. If this went on, not only would he die, but his soul would be shattered into smithereens, where even an intermediate god of life might not be able to resurrect him.

"It's over, he's finished..." - Uhrrahne muttered with sadness over the waste of her precious Seed of Lust.

The other sisters also sighed, feeling that it was truly a pity.

"Wait... Something is happening!" - Lyxara suddenly said.

"Hah?!" - The sisters exclaimed as they looked at the screen again.

In Jacque's body, the remnant holy energies and the much more abundant demonic energies began to integrate into the essence loop in his body, further destabilizing it and causing an even more violent reaction.

The white light that escaped through Jacque's body shined a hint of purple as his eyes popped out in a gory mess, shooting out rays of light from every single one of his orifices.

The pendant on his neck was also affected by the violent energies, and even with it being a mighty Epic Grade piece of equipment, it couldn't stand the raw power that now radiated out of Jacque's body, causing it to slowly crack and break apart.

"AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BAM*" - With a final and agonized shout, both Jacque and the amulet on his neck broke apart and exploded in an extremely bright flash of light, fusing into one another.

"Ahhh! My eyes!" - Cried the fruit peeler as she and her sisters were blinded by the intense flash, smoke rising from their burnt eyes.

Only Lyxara could barely keep her eyes open as she marveled at the miracle that was happening in front of her.

"Impossible..." - She muttered.

In front of her hurting eyes, a tiny black heart was condensed, and on it, small purple magical inscriptions began to write themselves as other organs, nerves, muscle tissue, bones, flesh, blood, and skin began to form, wrapping the heart in layer upon layer of natural protection.

Finally, after a whole five minutes, the light ceased.

Where once stood a human man, a cat-sized, pale-skinned, and naked creature took its place, laying flat on its back.

The creature had bony arms and legs with sharp claws, two stubby horns on its bald head, a skinny frame with its ribcage showing, two long and pointed floppy ears and small human-like genitals that fit its size. From its backside, a small and pointy tail sprouted, looking suspiciously like a stinger at the tip.

The most surprising part about this creature was that its face was strangely human, even jaw-droppingly handsome, resembling its previous and larger form.

"He was reborn into a demon..." - Lyxara muttered in disbelief.

Over her countless years of being a demon lord, she has seen countless aspirants who tried to become a demon, many have failed, and some succeeded. However, in all her life, she has never seen such a dramatic turn of events.

"Is... Is the light gone now?" - The first dancer asked hesitantly, her eyes that just healed still hurting.

"It's fine, you can open your eyes." - Lyxara calmly said.

The sisters hesitantly opened their eyes and looked at the screen again. As they expected, the human was gone, but in his place was a small cat-sized creature.

"A lesser Imp?!" - They exclaimed.

 

 

 

Meanwhile, in the afterlife realm of Fiovana.

Erta, who cast a divine calming spell to help Jacque concentrate looked at the small Imp that was laying flat on its back with a hint of guilt.

"Oops..."