Xaggax scoffed. A mortal etching summoning circles, during their festival of spirits, with the veil rendered so thin? Clearly the church’s lessons on proper warding have grown lax over the years. She almost pitied the thing that allowed her in its body, if she did not need its offering so. The way it cried out in agony as she smelted every molecule to remake into something that flesh that lived up to her inhumanly high standards, the sounds pure ecstasy. Good art comes from torture, after all, or whatever they say. Her gracious host was a good sport about the whole thing, taking nary a moment before pawing at itself like the animal it was. 

The human finally managed to pull itself away long enough to find a mirror for it and Xaggax to admire its undeserved gift. The time between visiting the mortal realm is always so agonizingly long, and humans, with their mercurial tastes, seem to have different standards of beauty every time. Such subtle distinctions would be lost on a novice, but Xaggax was professional- she always preferred to mold her creations based on the latent desires of her hosts. She thought little for the simple creature piloting her masterpiece, but even she had to commend how well realized and deep her host’s perversions ran. The ideal female it lusted after most was an attractive one, for a human. A vision of sensuality, it now was; reminiscent of the succubi themselves. She left its trousers as is, tailored for legs too long to accommodate its petite stature, a single step from being shed. As for the tunic, she fashioned it into something more appropriate for the occasion: bawdy and formfitting. A treat for the both of them; she did enjoy how aggressive they become when they rip it off to expose the bosom underneath. What truly matters is what’s skin-deep, but like wrapping paper on their presents, she preferred her garments aesthetically pleasing for her victims.

Despite it being the time of spirits finding their way into the mortal world, the effort to break through was immense, the rest of powers going into transforming this ape into something presentable. Now she was drained, unable to influence it directly, hiding deep within the pits of her host’s soul. But she did her job well enough, and soon her fate would be temporary. Its carnal desire was elevated tenfold, with such an enticing body to match. Even now she became reacquainted with mortal arousal, feeling the warmth and moisture from its fresh, perfect nethers. There wouldn’t be a single human that could resist her handiwork. Xaggax would allow it to be ravaged by whomever it desires, gorging on the sexual energy until she would be sated, powerful enough to free herself from it wretched flesh and latch onto anther host of her choosing, beginning the cycle anew. If all goes to plan, her time on Earth will be a long and fruitful one.