As Rev. Cromwell sat brooding in his prison cell awaiting trial, he saw a fiery portal open. Was this it? Was he being dragged before a demonic court of law to face Hell's parody of justice? Instead, out stepped Nergal, Chief of the Secret Police and Beelzebub's trusted ally. The lion-headed nodded as one of his agents unlocked Rev. Cromwell's chains.
Rev. Cromwell didn't know how to feel. He was already far too indebted to demons, but what else could he do? He was already so deep in this that he'd be doomed if he didn't accept help wherever he could get it. He supposed he should be pleased.
"Beelzebub doesn't want you being questioned," said Nergal. "He controls the courts and could get you out of a death sentence, but he's worried that you'd rat him out in exchange for your captors' good graces like Cruciata tried to do. Believe me, he's not doing this because you're the most competent Iron Knight. Rev. Mather and Dr. Bashir have been far more useful to him. You going on a murder spree and getting caught came dangerously close to proving Cruciata's claims about her father turning traitor." The lion-headed, bull-horned demon glared at the pastor. "Don't mess up this second chance. Only kill when it benefits our scheme, especially right now. We need to lay low until Lucifer decides its safe to ease up on the search a bit."
Rev. Cromwell nodded. "I suppose I approached this too much like a conventional raid and not enough like a spy mission. I'll do better from now on, I swear!"
Just then, a portal opened, revealing Beelzebub. The centipede demon crawled over to Rev. Cromwell. "Now that my idiot daughter has revealed 'Praelius' to be you in disguise, you'll need a new cover identity," said Beelzebub. "Fair warning, this one will be radically different from the first."
Beelzebub cast his spell, and the body of Rev. Cromwell changed. He took the form of a scaly, reptilian demon with goat hooves and horns, bat wings, a lion's tail, and four perky naked breasts. Wait, breasts?! Rev. Cromwell gasped in horror. "He" was female now!
"What is the meaning of this?!" Rev. Cromwell shouted, his voice now a seductive soprano.
"I have to make you so unlike yourself that nobody would ever think to associate the new you with Reverend Hank Cromwell," Beelzebub said matter-of-factly. "You'll find the illusion quite ironclad compared to the old one. No being in Heaven, Hell, Earth, Purgatory, or the realms beyond (God and Lucifer included) will be able to detect your human essence, and even Lucifer's precious blood magic will be worthless against my spell. I learned this from eldritch beings who have been here far longer than Lucifer or even God."
"Thank you," Cromwell forced out.
"I've already had your identification paperwork done up," said Beelzebub. "Your name is now legally Aphrodisia, and you are a concubine in the harem of Princess Astaroth's palace in the Sixth Circle. If you're asking, I'm not doing this to punish you. I made Dr. Bashir into a concubine in the Ninth Circle's palace harem. It's a very good way of getting close to demons when they have their guards down, and both Astaroth and Atargatis (better known to you as Rebecca Church) are high-priority targets. It may be a while before they return to the Sixth Circle, but that's good. You need to lay low for a bit, after all."
"Understood," Rev. Cromwell said. He had to admit, he was getting a bit fascinated with his own boobs.
"Now I must be going," Beelzebub said as he climbed back through the portal. "I really must have a word with my backstabbing daughter about what happens when you play games with the Archduke of the Eighth Circle." With that, he was gone.
Nergal opened a portal the Sixth Circle's palace harem. "Now you get in there. And no more indiscriminate murders! Everything has to have a purpose!"
Rev. Cromwell nodded and climbed into the Sixth Circle. His job done, Nergal returned to his office. All four Iron Knights were once again at large in Hell.