Royvis' has a new body. {Demon's POV}

When you were brought before Lady Malbogia, you cannot say that you thought this is where your task would lead you.
Taking over a mortal sounds simple. But experiencing it?
Much different.

"Dran, do as your told!" You cry out to your underling.
Your voice sounds so different! You expected to hear the familiar rumble that you had before, the kind of voice that commanded the armies of the underworld with ease. But what you had now was the high chime of a woman. Not even a woman, a girl! This little creature could barely command a drake!

Dran steps before you.
"My lord, You've done perfectly. A flawless possession, indeed."
"Damn right, I did. Now, let me free." You say to him.
You throw your hair back, attempting to get the long tresses out of your eyes. You've never had hair before. How do mortals deal with this stuff? It gets all over the place.
Dran sneers at you. "Why would I do that, My lord? It's not often I have such a fine specimen of flesh at my mercy."
The disgusting thing strokes his cock, growing hard at the thought of taking ownership of your newfound virginity.
"Why you little...!" You swing your foot forward, catching him square in the balls.
He sinks to his knees. As he does, you grab your chains the best you can, lifting your self up. You catch his head between your knees, squeezing them together as tight as you can manage and crushing him.
He screeches in pain.
"Listen to me, you foul little toad. I may not have my former stature but that does not mean you may treat me as you would some back-alley whore! I am your general and you will treat me as such!"
Hmn, you managed to get some menace out of this little thing. This might be easier than you thought.

Dran smacks your thigh, a request for freedom.
"My lord, I am sorry!"
"Prove that to me by releasing my bonds."
You let him go and he follows your order, reaching up and undoing the manacles binding your wrists together.
You step unto the floor. You rub at your wrists. They are raw and bloodied from this woman's incarceration. You stretch out your new limbs. You feel sore all over.
You glance down at Dran, who is nursing his balls.
"Wretched thing. If you had just done what you were told, I might have let you take my newfound maidenhood. Now, you have nothing."
You spit on him.
"Get up. Inform the rest of the men that I have taken mortal form. And tell Neir to see me in my quarters."