One Hell of a Good Girl(Demon to Angel TG) (Patreon)

The contract was over four thousand pages long, clauses nested within subclauses, subclauses nested in parentheticals, parentheticals nested in increasing chains of themselves. The demon Gardoglaz was waiting for his current contractee to just give up and sign the daunting document, his newest prey a man called Oliver who had summoned him for a number of reasons. Chiefly, for his practice, for religion, for love. Apparently just the existence of a devil was enough to confirm his fate in the midst of a crisis, though that led to a new one when he found out he couldn't just summon a devil for his own curiosity and his brief religious panic would cost him his soul. That's when the bickering began about various things he wanted, the lawyer surprisingly in control of his emotions after the brief panic attack. Humans always reacted differently when confronted with the loss of their souls so it wasn't much of a surprise that there'd be some emotional confusion over the contract part. Of course the demon wasn't about to lose out to a lawyer of all people in negotiating and so he had pulled his Trump card at the time of signing, a contract that granted everything the human wanted seemingly with a large series of clauses that would ensure the misery of everyone around them.

At first he figured the human was putting on a good show as they went through the first 5, that taking an hour as they brought out a large legal notepad and began untangling some of the clause loops, asking about wording, noticing some "accidental" errors. The sun was below the horizon as they hit page 40, midnight by 60, dawn again while the devil started to see the error in giving a lawyer with a history of corporate mergers a massive document. He had meant to make it daunting, but this seemed to be standard business for him as the reading stretched to days, then weeks, 3 passing as the first 1000 pages were notated, 3000 to go.

Even devils have limits in their patience, and Gardoglaz's was reached well into the 800's. He technically wasn't allowed to leave the room until the lawyer had finished reading and signing the damn document and while Oliver was free to come and go, the entire process was turning maddening as he grew increasingly stir crazy.

"Now what stops me again from throwing world peace into here?"

"sigh Devils can only grant wishes with x amount of selfishness to them. It has to have some kind of personal gain that outdoes other people's benefit to a certain amount."

"Well I just think you ought to be clear in those limits before we move forwa-"

"JUST SIGN THE FUCKING CONTRACT! YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE A LONELY WEEB! I can give you the girlfriend of your dreams here." Five more pages added themselves to the contract.

"Sign now."

Oliver seemed offended by his statements.

"Did you think I would be an easy target just because I have a fondness for anime? I'll have you know that playing Ace Attorney was the impetus for me-"

"I DON'T CARE! SIGN!"

"Well I will have to go back a bit to check how that interacts with the love clauses in section five hundred forty two subsection b since I don't want someone corrupt or not sharing my forti-"

"You have eight dakimuras of anime girls hidden in your closet. I know what you do with them, don't act like you are pure."

"Look if it bothers you that much why don't you leave for a bit. I'll give you leave to enjoy my house while I pore over the next few sections alright? Well, as long as you allow me to underline and write notes on this thing, I'm running out of legal pads to-"

"FINE! Just give me the password to your network password, I demand some entertainment."

"Wait you don't know- Oh right subclause h-k where your mental probing... Sure that sounds fair."

The next few weeks were much more enjoyable, the demon finally watching all of these anime things Western nerds were so crazy about, not really caring what concessions he made to the lawyer as weeks rolled by. Untangle some of the word clusters with hyphens? Sure! He needed to make edits to the purposefully misworded clauses? Why not! Allowances to describe his perfect girl and summon her? Well at least he had some balls. Surprisingly once Gardoglaz had left the room, it seemed as if their reading speed had tripled, needing only half of the time it took to read the first fourth to get through the remainder, which should have sent off warning flags, but the demon was just thrilled to hear it was finally moving forward, excited to return to hell for once.

"Alright now do I sign in ink or blood that wasn't clear." If he wasn't contracted to him, Gardoglaz would have strangled him right then and there. Instead he just took out a quill from the charred wings on his back and swung his tail around, pressing the tip into it until dark blood turned the depressed heart shape into an inkwell. Without reading a thing Gardoglaz signed in his blood, pulling out another half burnt feather from his back, handing it to Oliver who for once didn't feel the need to ask a backup question. He paused for a second, trepidatious about something and oddly looking at Gardoglaz for... encouragement? Did this asshole need his hand held throughout every part of the damn process?

"Just sign the damn thing!" That seemed to make Oliver smirk... though why would he be smiling at eternal damnation? It just didn't make-

"RRGH!" Gardoglaz clutched his stomach, the room spinning. This wasn't right, he should be returning to hell by now, yet he felt chained to the mortal coil.

"Wh-What did you-" A halo formed over his head, its sudden thrust into existence shocking him before he screamed, godly energy pouring into his body.

It was white, blindingly so, rays of purifying light burning the demon's red flesh, bleaching it, a strange tranquility mixing with the horrific scouring of his body and soul. Corruption was a central part to any devil and while they were used to being burnt from hell, their bodies were designed to turn pain into pleasure, so the godly pleasures coursing through his body were the equivalent of every cell being tortured in his body, goodness roughly excoriating parts of him he didn't even know could be touched. His redness was fading, the top part of his body paling to a pink just a tad darker than caucasian flesh after a hot shower. Seeing no other option, Gardoglaz pried at the halo, screaming as the purity burned his hands, claws blunting under its caresses of light as darkness ran from his body into it, the touched parts darkening to bands of black that filled in the halo not unlike a loading screen.

Due to their proximity, his hands were the first to gain noticeable changes, the bulging hams crisping, dripping away fat and muscle as they turned slender, refined, dainty. The nails were still short, but there was a glossiness to them that wasn't there before, but worst of all they were singing with god's blessing, the fully changed flesh pure as a winter's snow, not smoother than sin, smooth enough to let sin slide past. It scared him how good it felt, seeing how easily he was being wiped away with no ability to fight back. That's when Oliver decided to gloat a little, though he stayed far back, not wanting to take any chances with the changing being until the contract was fully enforced.

"I must thank you for explaining the rules to an outsider like me. Did you know that under some of the subsections, demons can be the subject of selfish retribution? Of course I had to balance that all out with some of the spreadsheets, but it turns out that turning someone into my dream angel girlfriend counts as incredibly selfish, though sadly for you I doubt you'll be able to collect my soul once you've finished converting to the final demands. And here I was worried you'd actually read what you were signing." Gard wanted to rend him limb by limb, to skull fuck his dead corpse, to, to hold his hands in the park and cuddle at night.

"NOOOOO!" He was a proud demon of hell. He wasn't going to fall victim to his own contract, he would not kneel to the horny whims of this cute nebbish weeb! And yet kneel he did, his goat legs giving out as some truly remarkable changes ran through their animalistic forms, his pained grunts regretfully brimming with arousal.

Dense layers of black fur covered his shins and cock, the massive appendage swinging freely, though, it seemed to slowly be angled down even as it hardened. It took a bit to understand what exactly was pressing down on his cock, the pressure definitely there though it was a pressure of sheer fabric and tight fabric, the thinner pieces of fur near his hooves offering the answer. The black hairs were separating from his skin, enmeshing with their neighbors and pulling them out as well in a chain as his goat legs thrashed and crunched under the assault of black pantyhose. His hocks inverted, crunching to proper knees while the thin bits down to his pasterns stretched and swelled, god's love filling them with fat as curvy limbs took form under the tight outlines.

The pleasure was beginning to overtake the pain as the pantyhose continued their encroachment, pulling at the tender flesh of his thighs as they stretched up to his hips, rubbing against his now hairless cock erotically while keeping it contained in a web of black cloth. The thicker layer of black hair was doing its own reforming, hardening to corduroy and keeping its color as the sides gained pleats, thin slits accenting the design as it crawled up to strap along his muscular waist, buckles forming from the iron in the blood of the damned  that was being filtered from his body. Even the pain felt loving now, his cock hugged by his swelling thighs as copious amounts of fat pounded into his muscled legs, washing away all that strength and devilish power for thick, meaty masses that were more than up for the task of encompassing his dick, the halo almost a quarter black as his hooves thrashed about, the hard nails beginning to crunch apart.

The pantyhose above his ankles were teasing the seams of his hooves, probing the pastern as they slipped under the hard bottoms to surround the soft inner meat of them, both pulsating as they pressed against the hooves, bones forming in the soft tissue to add internal pressure to their hard casings. With a surprised squeal both hooves gave in to the pressure, shooting outwards into oblong ovals with arches in the sides and bottoms. The shapeless masses inside were hardening, new muscles flexing happily as the blobs contorted to their stylish vessels, toes wriggling against the soles while slender heels were hugged by the softening hooves, keratin replaced with rubber and leather. There was an uncomfortable pricking around his groin as his pubic hair detached slithering past his thighs in a way that made him coo, popping out holes near the ankles that quickly fixed themselves while the string of pubic hairs browned, hardening at the ends as they formed brown shoelaces for his new shoes, his lower body a wet dream besides the cock.

"NOOOOOOOoooh~!" The halo was draining his anger, his evil, his resistance, the black continuing to progress as it drained at least some of its color from his hair, the oiled, upthrusted locks lazily tumbling down in white tresses, each strand caressing his face tenderly, soothing his mind as his skin was now the same pale color of his hands, and just as heavenly smooth. He gasped as the roots of purity stabbed into his mind, selflessly sucking away the dark and evil thoughts of his mind, rings of black pulsations traveling up his roots and shooting straight into the halo. Gard couldn't help the sudden guilt in his heart, feeling terrible for despoiling the purity with his darkness, moaning still as the purifying waves sent further euphoric shots of forgiveness through his body. Even his eyelids were drained, their lashes bleached, the angry red of his irises paling to a crystal pink, gentle, wider eyes fluttering like a sacred treasure lost in snowcaps, not a hint of violence anywhere in them.

"OHHHHHH YEESS! GOD YES!" It no longer hurt to say god's name the realization taking a load off his shoulders, his skeleton crunching down, each loss in bone prickling against the sides of his shoulder blades as skeletal wings regrew from the burnt black ruins on his back. His voice now rang with church bells and hallelujahs, filling the air with love as all the harsh contours softened, lips swelling to a pale pink while blush gave his pale skin a rosy flush. He really did have the face of mercy now, his horns crumbling as they slipped down the sides of his head, half of them piercing his ears as decorative earrings, the rest mixing with his plucked goatee to form a penance choker, accenting the swan like grace of his slim throat. With a pleased coo his tail receded, each wiry inch reciprocated with a flurry of feathers in reborn wings, his body rising in the air for what he realized would be the final changes as his bare nipples hardened.

The stiff straps of his skirt were tightening, squeezing god's grace to parts of his body that needed it, namely his ass and chest. There was a visible glow around her as the halo passed three quarters completion, her body spasming in the throes of salvation, her cock moistening at the tip as her sinful urges dropped to just lust.

"*F-Fill me with your love god! Grant me your bless-EEEEENGS~!" Her prayers were answered quickly, the muscle under her nipples massaged by a heavenly host of hands as they dragged her slender core's bounties up to them, all of her evil deeds settling as weights on her chest as a reminder of her past, and thank god did she have plenty of evil to make up for, her bosom running over with bounteous flesh. As above, so below, her ass cheeks plastered with fat, each rustle of her rump a reminder of her lord's love that filled every inch of her body save one. It was time to pray for release from her demon.

"I-In the name of the F-AHHHther~!" The prayer sent a rush down her cock, the great pipe organ letting out a loud note of release as her left testicle sunk inside, dissolved by her womb's holy water, it's load shooting out in ropy spurts of cum.

"A-AHHHHN-D of the S-hooooon!" Her right testicle was the next to be baptized, ramming into her gleefully as more come shot out, the ropes arcing oddly to rise up in the air and drench her naked breasts.

"And of the H-HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH~LY GAHHHH-GHOST!" Her cries wavered as she came, her massive cock letting out every last bit of satanic spunk it had left, the shaft ramming into her cathedral as she continued to cum, the holy fire in her shrinking crotch sending painfully pleasant shocks through her body like some form of sexual flagellation.

"Ah!" Most of it was inside her now, thrusting deep into her holy sanctum.

"AHHH~!" The tip was leaking as it finally slipped inside timidly, like the last person arriving to Christmas Mass. The ropes of cum wove into a white top to grace her finished frame, the final prayer leaving her lips as holy water shot from her new pussy, her soul purified and body restored.

"AHHHMEN!"

Gadreel floated back down, satisfied that she was getting a second chance from the lord. Her black halo signaled her fallen status, yet the lord's love poured from every pore, her purpose renewed as she moved towards the other person she had to thank besides God.

"Oh Oliver thank you I feel so wonderful now!" She giggled innocently, realizing he was still stunned and taking a vested interest in the lump now tenting his shorts.

"Oh my what a lovely offering you've brought to my temple, though would you prefer to ease into it or shall we move to the fun... immediately?" Even while suggesting something lewd Oliver couldn't help but feel the purity of her words, each one a balm to his soul. Though the lawyer and catholic in him had to ask, "B-But don't we have to be bonded by-" Gadreel cut him off with a wave of her right hand, showing a golden ring festooned to the finger.

"I believe you missed a section in your rewrites. While I can't take your soul as part of my own, my new form is quite pleased to be bonded to your soul in other ways. Though of course if you want a ceremony..." She blushed, embarrassed at the thought of other people seeing her new form.

"W-Well that could be arranged."

Oliver was gobsmacked, or more appropriately godsmacked. She was perfect. In every way the ideal partner he had always been looking for even down to the bursts of timidity. Her black halo vibrated with faint melodies of hymns and her body  radiated a faint odor of rose water, yet the way the outfit hugged her innocent body and how she moved showed that this angel still had some of her fallen side to share with him.

"Oh! One thing if you don't mind." Now she seemed nervous, Oliver wondering what could be bothering her now.

"I was halfway through the last season of Attack on Titan when we did the contract. C-Could I just finish the res-" He kissed her and the two of them collapsed on the couch, mixing sex with anime in a night of climaxes, both of their prayers answered.