Of course they do!

The goddess, Hecate, was glad to draw up Dewayne into her entourage of men. Upon realizing where he was, he started to bow and prostrate himself before her, but she waved him to stand still.

Hecate was attended by submissive worshippers.

"Welcome our newest recruit to the fold, my men," she proclaimed, "He was once a Prince of Athenia."

They nodded recognition to him, in the most minimal male salute, but they meant it warmly.

"I am Dewayne. Thank you for accepting me," he said to her (and secondarily to her harem) with the magical masculine sun energy just glowing from him. Then to one of her men, "I recognize you. You are the Druid who gave all of his life to protect the kingdom."

"To protect the woods," the Druid disagreed.

The men seemed to recognize their difference of loyalty, but (more importantly) with no insecure desire to be the dominant male, they immediately understood that they could work together, allowing the queen to lead them. Hecate suspected Dewayne had never known such honesty and emotional openness among men, not when he was in the Land of the Living.

And at that moment, he looked down at his former body on the sacrificial altar, now just a desiccated mummy, as the coven of witches willed it to crumble to powder. Then, Esmeralda's magical staff, Rhiamon's athame knife, and Melicious's magic wand directed the powder to catch the soft breeze and to float into a cloud. Hecate waved one hand slowly, and it began growing and growing into thick fog over the entire land.

With the spell completed successfully, the three coven sisters looked up at Dewayne's spirit, a bundle of magical energy (like every life), which was now property of their queen.

"Move on, beloved servant," Rhiamon told him, "as you served us, now serve our queen."

Dewayne's spirit body grew erect with passion faster than his earthly body ever could. Hecate could feel his joyful loyalty throughout his soul.

"Take him to the army encampment," Hecate told her men. Then to him, "Dewayne, remember the dark times of your life, when you felt angry, betrayed, ignored, fearful, and self-destructive? Feel those negative emotions surrounding you like obedient fireflies. Now go walk through the mortal bodies of the armies of the Earl of Banewasp, and they will share your pain, and they will turn on each other in the fog." Then after he made a mediocre success of following her command, she told him, "My men will teach you how it is done. Proceed, men. By morning, the woods and kingdom under my protection are to witness only the discarded gear and provisions they left behind as they fled."

They will teach you how it is done.

The coven was pleased with themselves and thankful of their patron goddess. And thankful toward the male who answered their summons during their time of need. In a sense, his responsibilities had not changed, but he had newfound abilities and comrades in the spirit world. And he proceeded with supreme sexual satisfaction absolutely glowing from him.

The End