Buffy the Shemale Vampire Slayer Part 11

The devil lifted a hand from Willow's breast and gestured dismissively in the Slayer's direction. A tremendous force swept her aside as if she were a straw figure come to life, and she was flung across the throne room, into one of the stone walls. She grimaced as pain shot through her entire body and crumpled to the floor, where she sagged upon her hands and knees, bruised and lacerated, the breath knocked out of her. As she struggled to regain her wind, Buffy was amazed to see what could only be demons shuffle, scuttle, creep, crawl, slither, and glide about the room. The sight of the deformed, misshapen, distorted, grotesque, and perverse creatures made Buffy gag. A shudder ran through her, more through her soul, it seemed, than through her body.

The backside of one of these monstrous creatures faced Buffy, and she was shocked to see that there was a transparent hemisphere where its buttocks should have been. Instead of ankles and feet, its thin calves ended in branching twigs, as if the lower limbs had become wood rather than flesh. She saw something move inside the thing's hemispherical ass, and Buffy frowned, focusing on the movement. She was aghast to see a human face inside the demon's body, peering out at the world through the creature's glass posterior.

A scuttling sound caught the Slayer's attention. Something with an armored body and a bird's skull for a head rode upon the back of a headless, plucked goose. Wearing a long, green cloak and hood, the monstrous minstrel strummed a harp that made horrible sounds like the screams of the tormented damned.

A strange woman-tree hybrid crept across the chamber, holding a baby that, swaddled in strips of soiled linen, offered the appearance of an infant mummy. The face of the woman inside the hollow tree that formed, as it were, a strange exoskeleton, was gray and withered, as if it belonged to a corpse. The infant was cradled in the tree-woman's arms, which, lacking hands, ended in bent twigs rather than fingers. The top of the tree continued beyond the head of the corpse-like woman for whom the tree was a second skin or a wooden armor, but it was broken, barren of leaves, and dead. As Buffy watched the grotesque figure shuffle across the chamber, words recited themselves in her brain: