Head down with his horns ready to buck anything that mught stop his flight from the museum, one large and black goat charged all the way to the great out-of-doors.
Once the fresh air filled those goat nostrils the rank instincts of being a goat took more control, and he ran full speed across the open pastures.
Inside the Museum and still stuck standing in his corner, Zepar could watch as his newest recreation fled into a wilderness filled with temptations and the terrors a goat can and will face as time encompasses him into living his life being a goat.
Chuckling soft like about his gathering in another soul into his grip, Zepar settled back and waited for some other passionate human to come in his direction.
"You do everybody, take from them their imagination a fantasy and then try to turn them to your promises of thrills and fun. You demonstrate your evil and the natural demeaning that all demons and devils love to inflict upon humans," spoke Boot the janitor, he remaining in the shadows during this last valiant try by Zepar to escape his bondage.
Zepar stood up on his crab claws and ready to be on the offensive to come what may.
"I SHALL IN DUE TIME WIN BACK MY FREEDOM DEAR BOOT, AND WHEN I DO, YOU BEWARE AS I SHALL FINISH WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU, AND MAKE OF YOU A GELDED DRAFT HORSE TO PULL THE PLOW FOR SOME AMISH FARMER WITH A WHIP!" Zepar grumped his personal hatred to the Centaur named Boot.
Boot sighed his disgust for the demon, and sighed once more when memories of those he had seen come and fell into the trap laid by this masterful demon.
"I feel disgust from what you do to either young or old, of anyone that out of being too inquisitive they come here and seeing you feel pity.
You help their sense of pity for your standing there imprisoned, but be they wary enough not to lower the bridge over the holy water filled moat; you then show your wrath for all humans. I am witness to your changing many into beasts and animals, making their downfall easy as being bestial and acting such they come under the control of those twenty-six legions of inferior devils that stand willingly at your command.
I wonder if any of those you damned and cursed ever regained their humanity? My own entrapment here being as a Centaur was bad enough, but being truthful I would enjoy your completing my animal form and whether stallion or gelding, I would find satisfaction and happiness working, pulling a plow, a part of a team doing something good for those as humans." Boot grumbled back at Zepar, almost daring the demon to do his worst if he gets the chance.
Meanwhile, out in the open countryside a black goat being in size the equal of a pony stallion, has since discovered the breeze wafting full of scents, some of what his bestial mind knows as those coming from a herd on goats.
The passionate mind of a human let free from the bonds of human social morays allows him to act and do as everything any such male goat would find delightful. The devils assigned to make him become more the goat do their utmost to tempt and excite.
When he sees his herd of goats in a pasture, the devils assert their greatest pressures, as if to make for him a heritage he would feel a memory of satisfaction; they assert an idea of joining the herd and sniffing for a ripe nanny.