A fleeing Zepar stopped to take accounting to many an soul he sent to join the nearby farms. A fair number became either cows or bulls, some stood handsomely as fine horse flesh. There was a group of sheriff deputies that beget many hundreds of piglets by their semen filling the vulva of many a sow.
A few became as goats, but only one stood as a true to life symbol of someone having met and became then damned by a demon force.
One handsome satyr roamed the woods, delighting to play with kindly animals and stopping to thrill some silly women who thought his attributes as plainly lovely!
This was to Zepar as if a sentence without a proper punctuated ending.
Some of those legion devils knew right where to look, guiding Zepar to a meeting, one where he would assure his master that no loose ends lay available to cause his realm any notoriety among the human race.