Pun Overland: An Unexpected Adventure with an Impromptu Femdom Feet Mistress

**Braidwood, the epicenter of the war between demons and angels.**

**A city at the end of the world.**

But why?

What is there about this place which has made it so decisive for these two factions?

The demons were hell-bent on bringing down God’s own rule over mankind. The angels sought to protect that ideal, even if it meant taking human form to do so.

A few years into their warring, both sides eventually saw fit to seek out the help of man. I was on the cusp of my thirties when they found me. The angels took a form similar to mine and were able to sway a majority of men around the world to their cause. They offered protection and safety in return for worship. The demons, on the other hand, gave power. Power which was only granted in exchange for terrible acts — cannibalism and murder amongst them — against those who would not bend to their will. Men flocked to their banner, seeking power almost as much as they did survival. Naturally, I did neither. I hid from both groups, but it wasn’t long before I was discovered by one of the demon’s servants. She was beautiful, in a sharp fashion with her white hair tied back in a severe bun and eyes like ice slits, but this was no angel. Her voice was a cold dagger that cut deeper than her appearance would have led you to believe; she spoke of what she would do to me if I didn’t agree to serve her master or die trying, and neither option sounded appealing. I chose life before I knew what I had done; my mind was clouded by her presence and her offer was too good an opportunity to pass up — power beyond my wildest dreams. In return for my servitude, she brought me here — Braidwood — where I could help make a difference in our war against the angels who had stolen men’s souls away from us. She told me that she had seen something special in me, that all men had a purpose if they looked hard enough, but I was still unsure whether or not she had been lying to me. However, after seeing how horrible some of my fellow demons could be when wreaking havoc in other cities around the world, I realized that perhaps she had been telling the truth after all. My first act as an official member of hell’s army? Burn down an orphanage full of young children who refused to see reason from either side. That day, I swore myself to hell forevermore and never looked back since then… One way or another, I always knew that there would be no going back from this line of work; signing up for this war meant signing up for personal sacrifice and pain as well as countless others along with it… But then again… Who knows? Maybe someone will be able to talk some sense into me before it’s too late… A man can dream after all… Can’t he?