Maat's Gown of Stars

Demon beings are incapable of empathy and because they have not the reforms of Hell to periodically show them firsthand what it is to suffer, and their pleasure of causing pernicious mischief is unhindered from guilt or remorse. They feel free to straddle the world as though it was theirs to lay, and are deaf and blind internally to the pains of anyone other than themselves.

Marc-Marsden-Forsythe had been the cause of anguish for many a soul over centuries, and had used a great number names besides - having taken a body here and a body there, to suit his purpose. His ambitions were wide and grandiose. His vanity was strong.

And now that the Committee had a piece of him, he was no longer free to do as he would want. He had come to the end of the forty-two assessors, and was cowering before the Goddess of Truth - Maat. She kept her gaze steadily upon him.

"Come out from yourself" she said sternly.

Within a very long minute or so his form grew high, meeting the size of her own. His body fleshed wider, and became fur covered; his clothing broke off, revealing that his virility had quickened and stood out; and from his head sprang giant antlers that expired a thin red smoke from their tips.

He had become so fearsome to look upon that half of what was left of the hall's occupants audibly gasped.

Maat's gown of stars faded to black and taking her hand up to her head she drew down a jet-black feather and her hair fell loose, tumbling down to the ground.

-Gabriel Brunsdon, Puck in Hell, Azlander Series