He Wonder's WTF is Going On

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING!” Stewart broke Candice’s arms away from him, his subconscious and spirit clinging to his fear and need for control, preventing him drowning in the depths of the growing sexual desires within him. Pushing Candice out of the way of the door he froze in fear.

Candice laughed. The Idol whispered sweet desires to her. It told her of Stewart’s deception on his contract. It told her to fulfill its needs. Her laugh as she looked at the floor was laced with the maniacal evil that was imbued in her, an embodiment of the Idol itself.

If they don’t want to come willingly, and cooperatively, then they will come by ****.

“You had such a good opportunity,” Candice mocked, her glamour fading away. Her skin reddened, black wings stretched forth, reaching up to the ceiling as if arms stretched out in the morning. Her tail slithered into sight behind her, as her impala like horn parted their way up through her bangs. "It was going to make you a God among men."

Todd ran for the door.

With little effort Candice swatted him into the wall by the door with a wing. Slowly standing up she looked upon the creature she was spawning on the table, the two souls feeding its sexual appetite as their own grew more craven and perverse.

“You are no longer in charge here.” Candice commanded to the room, turning to see the shocked look of disbelief on Stewart’s face. “You were never a nice man. You did all sorts of mean sinful things to achieve your success in life. But I was the one rewarded for my sins.” Candice lectured, wondering just what terror or fear was running rampant through Stewart’s head.She was imagining just what she would do to him, for his attempted deceit of the Idol. "Because I owned them willingly, I didn't try to deceive my way around them." Candice lectured approaching the shocked supervisor she no longer felt any subservience to.

Stewart had always been a pragmatic man, he never stopped to consider if there could be a heaven of hell. He had always focused on the tangible, what he wanted, what elevated his status, what made him look good, what gave him control.

But how could he control this... this devil? Demon? Was the Occult actually a thing?