"I see," Jake frowned, feeling the vile beast's possession set roots inside Kurt. "Yes, you and Tommy are one nasty cruel vampire now I think, but ... now that you two are together, as Kurt, I'm thinking it's time we'll have to go and change someone else into another Initiate Incubus, one who can hopefully satisfy all of my own Incubus desires. Seems like things keep getting messed up a bit whenever I try and make another. Maybe it's time Mad King Franz should have a pal to play with, or, we can just go and find ...
your aggravating neighbor that's been watching everything."
As Jake picked up on the same signals he'd received by someone peering out their first floor family room window, watching the Wagner's household, his demonic Incubus powers had latched onto the young human life source of the aggravating neighbor and quickly thought, "Looks like you get your wish, kid! Come here! Now, scumbag!"
Since his premature birth, 18-year-old Travis Abernathy was shorter and much younger-looking than everyone else he knew, and he'd always wished he'd grow as tall and muscular as any one of those blond German guys who lived next door. Sitting in his battery powered wheelchair, staring out through his dark living room window, dreaming about having two operable legs, Travis cried out as a strange tornado-like spiraling vortex spun its wind madly around him, instantly delivering him inside an unfamiliar brightly illuminated bedroom.
Spotting the Wagner family's Doberman Pinscher puppy on the dark green carpeted floor, awkwardly curled up and making the one-year-old canine seem much larger and somehow more ... muscular the way it was bending its lithe body almost in half, eagerly licking at the shiny red doggie boner protruding from its slick wet black sheath, now confirmed it was definitely the Wagner's house that he'd mysteriously been transported to.
Travis' brain was telling him this wasn't really possible, that everything he was seeing must be some kind of a dream or a nightmare, because the three creatures he looked over and up at from his wheelchair's seated position couldn't be Angels. The most terrifying bat-winged Angel? looked very much like an enormous, human-sized shiny black furred Japanese, or maybe Chinese vampire bat, complete with an unnatural, four-foot long bizarre-looking rat tail sporting a flinty black spade at the end of it. The other two bat-wing creatures looked far more human, the shorter, younger-looking one having dark blond fur coating its bat-wings, and spiky blond hair that was an exact match in style and coloring as the dad, Johann Wagner's blond hair. The taller one had oily-black pelted bat-wings and a peculiar black and light blond streaked head of hair that was styled and arranged identical with 17-year-old Kurt Wagner's tossled and messy, short-cropped distinctly German hairstyle that Travis always thought leant the teen some girl-magnet-attracting magic capacity. Had the creature's hair or fur? color been that pure light golden honey blond coloring of Kurt's hair, Travis would've known the taller angel-creature was definitely Kurt Wagner, transformed into its original, ram-horned, rat-tailed supernatural devilish fallen angel body. That might explain his classmate's uncanny skills getting the sexy girls at their school to go out with him, even if they'd rarely date him for more than a week.
Maybe the entire Wagner family were Angels, Travis thought. Other than the Chinese bat-looking one that barely looked human, wearing a gruesomely stained and dirty jockstrap, and knee-high leather boots, the other two were very human-looking Angels, and closely resembled one of the blond German Wagner males. Travis felt the taller, older Angel was undeniably Kurt, with Kurt's same light blond, but now streaked or highlighted hair. That meant the shorter, younger-looking Angel with Mr. Wagner's spiky blond hair had to be Mr Wagner, or maybe the eldest Wagner child that Travis rarely saw enough to keep tabs on, the one who lived away from home at some college.
The only creature in the bedroom that appeared completely normal to Travis' thinking, was the Wagner's muscular black and fawn colored slender, and slightly malnourished-looking, young Doberman puppy, Mad King Wagner.
"You don't need that tool any longer, Travis," the spiky-haired blond creature said, and waved his hand through the air as though swatting away an insect. Jake commanded "heal" within his mind, repairing and eliminating the spinal cord's cleft in the teenager's damaged spinal column. His birth defect was gone. "Stand up, Travis."
Unthinking, unquestioning what the spiky blond said, or that it knew his name, Travis stood up on his operable legs and feet for the first time in his 18-years of life, stepping forwards from the suddenly fading wheelchair that he'd been sitting on.
"W-w-w-w-w ... what did you just do?" Travis questioned, turning around and witnessing his wheelchair disappear into thin air. He took another unsteady step forwards. "H-h-how did you do that I, I haven't ever been able to s-stand up on ... on ... oh my God, oh my Lord, I-I can feel my ... my ... my legs! Thank you, Jesus! Oh dear Lord, thank you, thank you, thank you, Lord!"
Jake's stomach violently churned as the kid kneeled down and began kissing his leather boot. "Don't you fucking dare say halleluiah, kid, or I'll fucking eat that tasty little pimpled face right off your crunchy oozing human skull! And call me an accursed name once more, and you'll wish I gave you to the demon spawn of Azazel himself! Now you're to call me Master, no, Master-Jake suits the blackened soul you'll soon be partnered and fully paired up with once your wishes have been satisfactorily corrupted and mated to the same eternal pleasures and breeding possession I'm sure he'll make your soul pleasantly submissive to--and passionately aroused from--within his own blackened animal lusting soul through each and every rising sunrise and every returning sunset.
Jake looked down at the Initiate Incubus Doberman still lapping hungrily at its glossy dark red canine erection, chuckling from Mad King Franz's rapidly forming newly revised vampire-bat demonism. Jake had sensed the beefy 19-year-old college jock's horror increase when he realized his younger brother Kurt was the Vietnamese vampire bat Initiate Incubus converting him into something even more hellish, implanting its own vampiric need for warm blood. Jake'd even noticed it before the canine demon discovered its own fangs forming additional canine fangs behind its spit-drooling jowls, watching the sharp incisors and canine fangs lengthening as sharper, discolored bat-like fangs grew from both its upper and lower gums, altering the previously deadly maw into a jaw of deeply rooted yellowed tinged daggers that now sported two smaller upper bat fangs at the front, and two added incisor and two canine bat-shaped curved yellowed fangs on its lower jaw. A similar hollowed groove for its lengthened tongue also spread the lower teeth apart between the canine's lower canine fangs, although the usefulness from the same bat-like gap would be less effective and less functional on its longer elongated Doberman snout than a bat's efficient tongue lapping furrow as it fed from its victim, converting them into another nocturnal vampire Desmodus bat, and by day, an Incubus Vampire Doberman Pinscher demonic puppy.
But the new anticoagulant producing saliva it had acquired from the vampire bat's bite and seeding frenzy would certainly make it a far more effective bloodsucking hunter and demonic creature when it attacked and converted other males into its same Initiate Incubus canine-bat breed. Franz's victims would turn into vampire bat-like demonic creatures every sunset, and Doberman-looking canines every sunrise, both having a vampire bloodsucker's blood thirst and Franz's same canine's sexual appetite for reproductive Incubus male mating.
"I would never say your name in-in ... in vain, Jeez--I mean ... M-M-M-Master-Jake!" Travis corrected his error quick, before his new horned God-savior noticed his foolish mistake. At least he hoped the God-creature didn't pick up on it, instantly kissing his God-savior's leather boots eagerly. "You cured my birth defect! My Spina bifida's gone! I can feel everything down ... down below! You're ... you're a ... an ANGEL! You made me--"
"Hmm, close enough," Jake cackled, interrupting Travis again, revealing their full demon forms to the enthralled neighborhood snoop and previously crippled paraplegic young teenager. "Even though I really could've used your snooping spying talents, for what I was sent here for, to spy on all the human brats and young fodder from this earthbound plane of HIS disgusting future-breeding innocents within OUR realm, YOU dear child, MY sweet innocent little child, Travis, will be far more insatiable when you breed, mate, reproduce, and greedily change each one of your neighbors or young innocent souls you've been spying on, as my next Initiate Incubus, once you yourself become an Initiate Incubus and are mated to ..."