Isaac panted on the cloud ground, his new Lust Demon infused form regenerating at a fast rate. His new cock kept leaking purple demon cum, in a constant state of hardness.
His armor folded over it, stopping its leak and keeping in contained. Isaac’s hot and cold breath froze the cloud and turned it into mist as it swathed over it.
Within Isaac’s head, shards of Azaviel’s personality and memories were absorbed into himself, changing him.
Isaac knew that, but he won’t let it change him much. Ilvir is in stasis, for how long he doesn’t know as he have to keep it so.
That was when the cum he seeded within the cloud began to take form. The cloud lump began to take form, and out birthed a small, purple, cloud dragon.
It looked at Isaac, and he felt its connection.
Isaac willed it to come to him, and it did.
The small purple cloud puff of a dragon went closer to him, but instead of going to his hands, it went to his crotch and nuzzled it in want.
“You’re his spawn then, huh…” Isaac stated, clearly feeling its connection to Azaviel.
“Hey Azaviel, you have your own baby.” Isaac laughed it off, and fell unconscious.