There was a saying that stood the test of time. 'No rest for the wicked'. This saying could not hold any more true for the demonic lizard man that had been doing his best to put himself in a suspended sleep for god knows how long. The beast was tired. It wasn't the endless torment he was causing the island's inhabitants, nor was it necessarily because things were getting dull. Corruption had been his favorite thing, and it was getting harder and harder to corrupt those that seemed to have absolutely no memory of who he was, or what he did to them. The fear is what he enjoyed most, and there was no true fear unless the person had a recollection of it. Grumpy, pissed off, and all around just a sore Sally, the demonic lizard king of hell was trying desperately to find a slumbering area that he would not be disturbed.

The caves near the beach were his first choice...He tossed around day after day with screams and the random monstrosity chasing the young female into his territory. Finally he got fed up with all of the shinnanigans going on in that area that he decided to go into the deepest, darkest area of the forest where no light would shine in on the brightest day. After a week of hard slumber, he was forced awake by a nosey geologist student that had been on the chase for a rare type of rabbit. Needless to say she returned a week later with no idea who the beast was, only to get put in the same prediciment he put her in the first time around. This time he had it...He had the perfect place for his slumber. He'd be buried under the ground, but there was NO way in hell he would be distubed. He scouted out an old shed behind the gymnasium, and for the looks of it over a few weeks, he hadn't seen a soul venture into the damn place.

He pried the door open, which at that time had been open, but was severely rusted on the hinges. The demon pulled the door tight and snapped his fingers. Grinning he listened to the lock he summoned, a simple one but a dingy looking one to deter anyone from coming into the place to disturb him. The light above would provide little illumination to the large shed, and that suited him just fine. He went to the darkest corner he could find and curled up against the metal, the coolness of it soothing him as his eyes drooped closed. His tail knocked a few items around as it finally came to a rest, and for the first time in a long while, the demonic lizard king would finally get some well deserved sleep.

The sound of steel being pried open would force the demon king's eye to fly open. His teeth would grit heavily as he sat there in his dark corner, pulling his tail back out of the light while he leaned foward, still hidden by the various machines and objects around him. He leaned foward for a moment, his eyes squinting as he stayed in his little area. The sounds of two things interrupting the sleep the demonic lizard so cherished would cause his blood to boil. It would have been one thing if it was a freak storm, but the fact two meddlers were breaking into his absolute place of solitude. This infuriated him. He held his temper, however, wanting to see exactly what he was dealing with before he unleashed all hell on the intruders that so blatently decided that this place was a fun zone for them.

As the creature observed the female that had disturbed his sleep, his rage began to pump through his veins, a visible vein in his forehead pounding away. His teeth would grit, his eyes would narrow, although through the blackness of them it would be hard to see, and for the most part he was in the grumpiest mood he had ever been in. As he watched her rummage through the metal, clanking everything around, it was just rude. The door was locked, the door was locked for a reason, and she was blatently ignoring the rules of common sense. If a door is locked, you do not open it. It's locked for a reason, and that reason was going to get her severely maimed in the next couple of minutes...There was no getting around it. The beast was about to strike, to slam some heavy object near him right into her body for her carelessness. As soon as he reached over, however, her voice caught him off guard. She was talking to something else inside of the shed.

Curiosity got the best of the demon's anger for the time being as he peered at the object she was talking to. Seeing it shift into that red toaster object brought a little sense of calm to the demonic lizard. Maybe, just maybe, he had been asleep longer than what he had originally gathered. Something that could shift shape, yet still be friendly towards the human that was addressing it could only have happened much further in the future than what he was accustomed to. Yet, at the same time, he pondered why the woman was looking for old, rusted metal that would clearly be too primitive for anything in the current future he may have been in. Grail questioned to himself why that little beast that was with her had transformed into a toaster for no reason at all, and it wasn't a few seconds later that he got his answer by the way of a 'stealth' mode.

As soon as he heard that the female would be wanting to leave as fast as possible, the lizard demon took a seat back with a deep breath. As long as she didn't see him, she didn't have anything to worry about. He grumbled upon hearing her scrambling...making noise...just being a constant nuisance now with the fact that she is afraid. Nothing was coming after her, yet she was creating such a ruckus that it almost begged for her to get smacked in the back of the head. His eye shot open, however, upon hearing that the little beastie that had accompanied her was going to get someone else. This irritated him beyond belief. They could rip down his door, rip down the only solace he's had for so long, and he could NOT have that. Growling deeply the beast finally stood, slamming the objects around him away as he took a step forward towards the female in his territory. He snapped his finger once, and a small little grin tugged at his lips.

Outside, where the little 'Pan' thing landed on the ground, the area around it began to shake slightly before the ground below the little beastie would rumble, and a hand would shoot up from underneath, attempting to grasp the companion of the meddlesome woman. The female would get a good glimpse of what would be coming up behind her as a doppelganger of the lizard king would emerge from the ground outside. From behind her, Grail would push several things out of the way rather simply before growling at her. "Do you know for how long I have been trying to get a good sleep? WHEN YOU SEE A LOCKED DOOR YOU DON'T FUCKING OPEN IT YOU TWIT." The hiss and anger seething from his voice boomed from inside of that metal shed, shaking even some loose metal that was scattered around. "Now, you're going to fucking learn some god damn common sense!" He shouted, his legs slamming his body forward in a lunge, aiming to possibly take out the door that offered him so much hope along with the female.

The beast slammed against that metal door with a loud thud, shaking the entire foundation of the building that the two of them were in. The door slammed shut, leaving the only light that one could use inside of the rusted utility shed above, hanging from a flimsy cord. Grail grumbled, his head feeling a bit sore now from the head-on collision he had just made against something that wasn't flesh. Though, for as sluggish as he seemingly was right now as he got to his knee, and then his feet, the demon knew that he had to have been slumbering for at least months. Coughing lightly, he turned his gaze to the female that had crashed onto her ass a few feet away, tongue flickering out towards her.

"I'm a bit rustier than I thought I was you little twat." He growled, clenching his teeth as he took one step towards her. He didn't realize that she had some sort of weapon underneath her, as he rarely had to deal with anything more threatening than a baseball bat. He did get a good glimpse of her ass as her skirt rode up slightly from her position on her back. He watched as she didn't seem to make any movements so far, and his eyes would scan up and down that delicious little body that she had. "One thing never changes with you...students...You all just reek of sweetness, cuteness, and all around bangability." He quipped, licking his lips again as a sudden urge began to fall over him, one that was oh so familiar that it was almost sickening.

Outside, the doppelganger would hold that small little pet in his grip, looking up and down the creature with a bit of curiosity. It held firm, but did not threaten harm to the small little robotic creature. The clone licked it's lips slowly and mashed his lips a bit, almost as if to threaten the smaller beast with consumption. Laughing, the demonic clone would squeeze the creature's body several times and let go, each time forcing Pan's head to inflate like a balloon, and then deflate back to normal size as the pressure of the squeeze would be loosened. The only thing the clone deemed missing from the entertaining play, was a squeak sound with every squeeze. The beast laughed joyously at his new found toy.

In answer to the question that she so blatantly threw at him, Grail would only shake his head and clench his teeth once more. "He's safe cunt...Though, I wonder why I shouldn't let that little piss-ant of a companion of yours be my clone's chew toy for a while. Do you have a suitable reason to not give the command?" The demon king asked, laughing whole-heartedly as he took another step towards her so that his feet were just barely touching hers. He bent over, hissing and reaching an scaly, clawed hand towards the student's chest, wanting to grasp her and bring her head up to his level.

Flashing to outside of the shed, the demonic clone continued to use Pan as a little squeeze toy. The head inflating had been keeping the clone busy for the passing minutes, but unfortunately for the little machine creature, the clone would soon be finding a better, more entertainable way to keep his attention. The demon rolled his hands together with Pan in the middle, almost as if he was trying to mold the little shapeshifter into some sort of a ball. A gleam would enter that demon's eye as he cocked his foot back, surely ready to do something the small shapeshifter would never see coming.

Meanwhile, inside of the shed, Grail hissed and growled at the fact that there was a sharp peice of metal lodged in his tail. As the student fled, the demon grapsed at that peice of metal inside of his skin, cursing and growling while pulling it free with one mighty tug. He tossed the metal foward, almost as if he was aiming to lodge the shard in the student's back, but instead it hit against the door a few inches away from her ass, lodging itself now inside the steel. As the student shouted to her mechanical friend to flee, Grail took several large steps, almost running, at the student. He grasped outwards, wanting to grab her by the back of the head to slam it against the steel door of the shed...Just hard enough to give the female's headache an even worse feeling than what it was already causing her. He didn't care that she was already injured, didn't care that she was bleeding slightly. She had caused him damage, and not only did that turn him on slightly, the fact that he hadn't felt pain in ages, but she was a fighter, and a crafty one at that, and he would enjoy breaking her will down and he didn't care if it took eternity to do so.

Meanwhile, outside, the small mechanical creature would feel itself falling for a short moment, released from the clone's grasp. That freedom, however, would be short lived as the demon's foot kicked out savagely, the top of his scaley feet connected with the small mechanical creature to send it flying high into the air. The impact of such a kick would be massive, harder than any human could ever think of kicking a ball, let alone a small mechanical being. The clone laughed at his action, and soon diverted his attention towards the jammed shed door.

Grail was not your typical monster. He was not concerned mainly with rape, or making a student submit to him through pleasure. He demanded respect, and he demanded that they kneel, submit, through whatever means that he had to do unto them. As he kept a grip on her head, the beast would slam it up against the steel door once again to jar any thoughts of her backtalking to him once again. Grunting, and still feeling the pain from his tail, the beast would take his other hand and grip onto that shoulder that was injured by his tail. He spun her around, pushing her back up against that jammed, steel door, his eyes shooting daggers into her own.

"You ignorant, filthy little peice of shit. Do you know how long it's been since I've bled? How long it's been since i've felt any pain at all you little twat? As for your little...Pan or whatever that fucking thing is...If I had to guess he'd probably be in his first ten seconds of upward travel. In about ten more he'll be achieving terminal velocity coming back down...Straight...Onto...The...Ground." His questions were more or less rhetoric, but as his one hand continued to dig into her injured shoulder, and his other hand shot around her throat, he gave her a few minutes to respond if she had anything to say. His tail would come up to her eye in this time, the blood dripping off it to show her more clearly before the tip of it drew down the side of her school outfit, cutting each thread as if it was surgical laser.

His grip tightened on her throat before the shed door would feel a strong knock against it. Keeping her in his grasp, with half of her clothing cut down the side, threatening to fal at any moment, he moved her several feet away from that jammed door before it was kicked in by that clone. "Now is the time we have some fun you filthy little cunt..." He hissed, nails digging into her skin lightly as the clone would push the steel doors shut once again.

The student was pretty much putty in the monster's hands. His grip tightend around her neck when she hissed at him the first time, the beast ignoring whatever she might have said. His fingers loosened on her shoulder for a second when the other beast entered the shed. Grail grinned at his clone as the student's clothing fell from her body, save for that blouse that hung loosely by one arm. The clone stood there, unmoving and unspeaking as it's creator had his way with the student for now. With one last squeeze on her shoulder, Grail let that part of her body go for now, only holding her by her neck.

With his free hand he snapped his fingers and the clone would move towards that peice of tainted metal that was stuck in the door. The clone came to it's creator and handed the metal to Grail whereas the lizardman would then hold it against her face, the sharp edge that held his blood pushing against her cheek. "You'll murder the two of us? Well, considering that my clone here really does not have a mind of it's own...I'd have to say that you only really have me to worry about you filthy little whore." He growled, turning the sharp edge of the blade against her cheek so that the metal laid flat against her skin. "You brought this upon yourself, and your little shit companion...Locked doors are locked for a reason. It's to keep intruders out. You ignored that simple rule and played by your own...and look at where that has got you."

He threatened her again with that tainted metal before pulling it down towards her chest. He poked the tip of that jagged peice right between her tight breasts before slicing down, knicking her skin lightly but in the process, cutting that bra of hers free, right in two. He let her tits drop free from their imprisonment, although he couldn't help but feel as if he has seen this female before somewhere in his time. The hair being the most notable feature on her body...like something he's only seen once before. After he had cut that bra down the middle, he tossed the tainted metal to the side and heard the clank of it hit against the metal door once again. "You look...familiar whore...which means only trouble for you, because if it's only been a few weeks, or months that I have slept, then I am going to be truly pissed off."

The clone would come up behind the female student that was held so tightly by Grail and reached down to her lace panties. Grinning, the clone would take both of his hands and get a nice, full cup of her cheeks before giving them a rough squeeze and a hard slap. By this time both of the demon's members began to grow harder, engorging at the sight of this fresh peice of meat after such a long slumber.

Her sense of confidence would be her downfall, for the most part. As the demon felt her grip tighten on his wrists, he felt that she was getting weaker from his grasp on her neck. Letting go for just a mere moment, the demon king grasped her again by her jawbone, squeezing tight on her cheeks before he pushed her head away with enough force that she'd more than likely fall to the ground. The clone stepped back before this happened, however, but not before he snapped her backside with her panties.

"Not worthy of a memory? Do you think I truly wish to be remembered?" He asked as he stood above her, both hands now free to do whatever they wished. "Demons are not meant to be remembered, at least, not in full fledged glory. We exist to give you nightmares as a child, such as your children will have them eventually one day. You may not remember me in your conscious memory years down the line, you filthy whore...but your children will come to know me from the way you act, the way you treat them...for as nice as you are, for as great of a person you may be in life, sub-consciously you will forever remember this day you filthy whore, and you will never...ever...be the same." He hissed before putting his foot down roughly on her stomach, grinding that scaly foot into her skin.

After stomping on her for a moment, he took his foot away from her body and followed it up by spitting at her face. The clone obediently stood there before Grail snapped his fingers several times. "Take this slut as you wish...If I am not worth a memory to her, then her life is worth nothing to me." The demon said as several other clones of himself began to spring up from the darkness around her downed body, all of them pointing their erect cocks at her, reaching down towards her. "I don't even think begging will get you out of this, you disrespectful harlot. Enjoy the afterlife." He smirked, obviously bluffing, but as the maws of the clones began to spread, showing off saliva and sharp, razor-like teeth, it could be quite apparent that she woke up the wrong demonic spawn.