The first thing he felt in this new world was pain as his little limp body dangled by the strands of his hair. He could do nothing to ease the pain of his scalp as his entire body's weight bore down on the strands. It felt like his hair was going to rip from his head. Pleasure washed over his body as the wind blew over his tiny quivering form. His vision was returning as usual...

Very slowly...

He could see her white hair, her bright blue eyes and black markings around them. She was familiar, but not immediately so. Just as his focus was coming back to him, she let go. The insignificant little being tumbled deep into her horribly potent footwear. The moment his body hit the insole he gasped, choking on the thick and pungent scent of sweat as he felt the dampness slide over his little body. As he lay, he gazed up to the woman who looked down to his tiny form from high above.

"Queen Irah." A voice came from beyond the boot, catching her attention. "The scouts have returned and your squire is on his way to assist you with your armor. We were successful, the city is surrounded and their garrisons have not been alerted."

"God watches over us with pride." Irah said with a smile before looking back down to Mathew's pleasure-riddled body. "We will extinguish these demons in His name, as we have all others."

Her words sent chills up the little one's spine as he tried to focus. The little one could barely keep his eyes open from the salt in the air and the smell of sweat and leather filled his lungs with each breath. It was almost as though she were talking directly to him, and she punctuated it by lifting her enormous foot over the opening and slipping it in. Irah was careful to keep Mathew beneath her toes as she slid her foot into place, dragging him up the slimy fabric. Her bare skin was everything to her right now. The sweat filled his body and triggered his programming. Overwhelmed with pleasure, the tiny human began to lick at her skin.

Aloisia laughed when she felt his tiny tongue on her flesh, though it wasn't truly a joyous laugh. The laugh had a tinge of something... Sinister. Moments later, the little one could hear muffled voices around as she walked. The sensation was normal for him at this point - the constant lifting and falling of a foot had become common place as has the ever present threat of death. He could hear armor rustling around as it got louder and louder...

"What is wrong with them, My Queen?" The boy said, kneeling down as he fastened Aloisia's sabaton atop her leather boot. "Is it that important to make them believe?"

"Do not question the will of God, child." Irah said with a smile, her comforting blue eyes watched from above as the squire finished with his work. "There is no place for non-believers in this world. God appointed me his sword on Earth, it is our holy mission to bring the heretics to Him for judgement."

"I understand, My lady." The little one said, a chill running up his spine as he heard the sound of metal sliding from a sheath.

The tip of Aloisia's sword touched gently beneath his chin. All he could see was the blade as she held it to his face. It was the flat edge, so no blood had been drawn... However, the point was very clear. She had the ability to take his life at any moment. The fact that he was a child meant nothing to her.

"Do you not believe in our destiny?" She asked softly.

"Of course I do..." The child said with fear in his tone. He could feel his own breath as it reflected from the cold steel of her blade.

"The fear in your voice. That is the fear of God's divine wrath, do not forget who we are. We are all that is good in this world, and when we are finished the world shall be pure and filled with the light of our Father in heaven."

Mathew could hear most of this from beneath her feet. There wasn't much he could do though, he was already roasting alive and the sweat was drenching his little form. He began to pant, unable to climax the little one had no release whatsoever and the sensations have been intensifying over the years. He once spent such a long time as an insole to a jester, now he was the insole to a fanatic psychopath.

"Yes, My queen." The child said softly as he stood before the woman, armored in all her glory.

"You have served me well. Return to your family, child. Take this as well..." Aloisia smiled a bright smile as she reached over to her right and plucked a small coin purse from the nearby table. "Give your mother my regards."

"Yes! Of course, Yes my Queen." The child said, the fear had all but subsided as he was offered the gold coins.

Aloisia was fanatical, but she took care of her people... Even the peasants under her rule were well fed and cared for. It helped with the morale of her war machine - People who served her benefited directly under God's grace, while those who failed to convert upon request were sent for judgement.

Those thought to be demons were tortured endlessly.

*Later*

The sound of flesh being torn asunder by her blades could be heard through the thick walls of her boots and the armor of her sabaton. Mathew had managed to stay well beneath her slimy toes, the little one had manged to get himself in a position where both of his feet were pressed against the ball of her foot and his body was alongside her great toe. She could feel him there, still licking to the best of his abilities. To her, he was just a demon who knew his place and accepted his role beneath her feet. She wasn't blind to his attraction to the position, she just believed it to be his destiny... A demon drawn to death, it was only natural that an insignificant being would delight in such a position.

"Please! I beg you." The man said as he looked up to Aloisia as she approached. "I owe nothing to the old gods. I'll convert! Just spare me."

Mat felt it as she put a boot directly onto his chest. He could hear the mans ribs crack as her weight slammed down onto him, forcing him to his back. The crackling of flame and the shower of ashes licked the Queen's skin as her soldiers moved around behind her.

"We asked you and your people to come in peace and join my Holy Roman Empire" She said with a sadistic smile as he gripped her ankle tightly, "We sent word to every settlement in Europe, even to the people... Even to you. If you truly believed in the Lord you would have left when we gave you the opportunity."

"No..." He whimpered.

Mat could hear his breath beneath her... The sound of a blade entering flesh, and the horrifying gurgling of blood in the man's wind pipe. She pressed the tip of the blade into his neck with slow care as she spoke.

"Your time has passed. God will judge you now."

As if punctuating her sentence, Aloisia pressed the blade through his neck into the ground below.

"Queen!" A voice came from behind, catching her attention. "The remainder of the enemy forces are holding their ground in the Great Hall."

"Not for long..." Aloisia said coldly as she pulled her blade from the man's neck. "Hold these."

The queen looked to her left, to the enormous building made of stone held up with many support pillars. Fire burned on all sides of the structure, but the fortification was still standing. She casually offered her two blades to the commander who had just given her a status update. Confused, the man took both of her blades.

"My Queen?" He said curiously, though something was different about her.

Aloisia began to walk toward the structure with a casual grace. She was confident, like there was nothing in the world that could stop her. As she walked, the man watched her transform... A small plate on her tailbone moved slightly as a tail began to slide out. It was enormous and white, fluffed and pure of dirt and debris of any sort. Ears began to form from the top of her head, the ones that were normally on the side disappeared in lieu of the new - more effective ears.

Mathew, beneath her paw, could feel the change well. Her toes began to grow and fur began to fill the area he was in. He was lucky that he was positioned directly between two of her digits as fur covered his entire body. Her toes once had plenty of space for him to exist, now he was cramped... Pinned beneath musky, sweaty fur and now rough pads. Every step she took was now even more overwhelmingly pleasureful to the little one as the squishy sweat-coated fur constantly slid around his sensitive arousal. There was so much death going on around him, it was genocide... However, he was physically incapable of doing anything about it. In fact, he was certain that he was programmed to be submissive to her.

"Finally!" Mathew heard a familiar voice... In his head. "How does this reality even exist?"

The accent was easy to place. It was Japanese, but there was nobody even close to that ethnicity nearby.

"Gather as much energy as you can from that world, feed the Transient's programming." The Australian voice said inside his little head. They were the ones controlling his existence. They were quiet up until this point, so why would they speak now? "Is Nirvana awake?"

"I think she's coming to." The Japanese voice replied, though her voice was fading.

"Boost the Transient's programming immediately, Make him gather as much as he can for her sake...." The voices slowly faded away, replaced with the sound of Aloisia's footsteps and sweat squishing up around his tiny body. The little one screamed in pleasure as he was hit with a wave of overwhelming energy. He began to lick at the sweat-covered pad of her toe as Aloisia slowly made her way toward her destination.

*Whump*

*Whump*

*Whump*

*Whump*

He was a prisoner in his own mind now. He could hardly think... All he could feel was pleasure, crippling him more than it ever had before. All he could taste was Irah's sweat draining down his throat, his tongue slid along her rough toe-pad as he felt it squish down into the leather insole with each heavy step she took...

*Whump*

"No further, Demon!" A man growled toward Aloisia as she approached, he drew his sword as archers on the rooftops behind her.

Aloisia laughed aloud as she calmly approached the man. The metal plate on her back shifted as her white wings began to slide out from beneath her armor as though they were summoned from nothing. Six amazingly clean, beautiful feathered wings stretched out as the Lycanthropic Seraph stretched.

The archers let loose a hail of arrows toward her. Little bolts of electricity came from her armor as though they were arms. The moment each arrow made it close enough to be considered a threat, the electricity jumped to the arrow's tip and deflected the incoming projectile. There was likely far more at work in her defenses than what was to be seen, but to the naked eye it looked as though she were protected by God himself. The man stood his ground, though he was visibly shaking. He ran toward her, screaming as loudly as he could with his sword held high. When he swung down, Aloisia simply used her wrist to deflect the blade and snatched him by his neck.

The force of her grip was so great that she crushed his windpipe. As the Queen's wings lifted her from the ground, more arrows flew in her direction. All of which were deflected to the ground below. Aloisia took the man, who was still struggling to breathe with his crushed windpipe, high into the air over the Great Hall before diving down. Her speed was immense a she swooped, her wings opened to bring her back up in a pass - but she let go of her passenger.

The remaining enemy soldiers were almost paralyzed as they saw the figure of an angel throw a man into the ground. The soldier she had in her hands landed with such force that all of the organs within his body were liquefied on impact.

The G-Forces were enough to pull Mat from his safe spot between her toes. The little one began to scream in overwhelming pleasure as his body was pressed into the center of Aloisia's ballpad. He squirmed and writhed, as though he had been mentally broken by the overwhelming sensations going through him... It wasn't all Aloisia's doing though, the two that controlled him had tampered with his programming in order to draw more energy from the Silver Dawn's universe.

Aloisia swooped down in front of the remaining soldiers and hovered before them, electricity sparking from her wings and arching down to the ground gently.

"May God have mercy on your souls..." She said in a dark, sadistic tone as she slowly lowered herself to the ground.

Mathew could feel the moment she set foot on the floor. The rough and slimy pad of her paw became rock solid... His body could only resist for a fraction of a second, but that's when his new ability kicked in. Time slowed... He could taste every bit of sweat as his mouth was forced open and feel every bit of air as his lungs were forcibly emptied. The horrible sound of his body popping beneath her ripped through his ears as this unseen 'Nirvana' feasted on the sensations he was providing. His blood mixed with her sweat easily as she began to walk toward the remaining 40 soldiers who held their ground.

A chill ran up her spine when she felt him pop under her sweaty, sore paw...

Spikes of electricity filled the air as the unarmed Queen confidently made her way into the fray. Arrows filled the sky, but none hit their mark...

Like all others, they would fall...