Disclaimer: Once again I don't own W.I.T.C.H. yadda, yadda, yadda.

Just a quick note about the time line. From what I could tell from the show, Matt was taken at night but the next seen we see him in it's light outside. I'm not sure where Mt. Thanos is, it could be in a different time-zone. Since I don't know so I'm just going to assume Nerissa knocked him out until she was ready for him. After all, it would be easier to take someone at night if she didn't want the Guardians to know he was missing right away.

Shagon's finally making his big debut in this chapter much to Matt's dismay. After this chapter I will be switching to a first person point of view. That's all I have to say, thanks to those of you who reviewed.

Chapter 3: Consumed by Hate

Nerissa gazed at her newest creation Khor. She didn't really like using animal to begin with, they had little to no intelligence but they were easy to control. She couldn't be too picky either. She had the element of deception on her hands and there were certain things she needed to achieve before it was lost. She also needed servants to keep the Guardians at bay while she worked. But more importantly she needed a general to lead them. She turned her attention back to the caged boy. It was worth infesting a little time and power for a more valuable piece in this game.

"My knights of Vengeance were a... disappointment." She casually lowered the energy bars allowing the boy to exit. He wasn't going anywhere, not with both Khor and herself blocking the only exit. Might as give him a chance to accept willingly. It would be so much easier on her and make him so much easier to control.

"I think you'd make an ideal replacement." She held out her hand as if to beckoned him closer but the boy stop short after he was out of the cage and glared at her.

"Ya, except I've got this little problem with authority, and pure evil." Nerissa sighed, she knew it wasn't going to be that easy. She could tempt him all she wanted but she knew he was a stubborn one. No matter, the best rewards needed to be worked for. There was more than one way to skin a dormouse.

"Then of what use are you? Khor." The beast did his job well. On command it attacked his former master throwing the boy to the ground. He would soon be overcome with fear and desperation, and if not, there was always pain. All she needed was for him to give in, ask for help, and admit defeat.

Matt stared in horror at the face of Mr. Cuddles now turned monster. This was it, he was going to be eaten by his pet dormouse. It would have been almost funny if his teeth weren't so sharp. He didn't struggle though. His Grandfather was a big animal lover and he had passed that love and respect for all animal to his grandson. So while Matt's first instinct was to try and fight with the hope that he would survive, he tried his best not to move. Fighting would only make 'Khor' fight back harder and without a weapon he had no chance. For a moment it looked like the beast was going to devour him anyway but then something unexpected happened. Khor started sniffing him.

'Not prey, Master.' Thought Mr. Cuddles from deep within the beast. Khor took his weight off the boy, he wanted to see what he would do next.

Matt couldn't help but smile. "You're still in there aren't you." Khor let him up as his master scratched him behind his ears just he always did. 'Kind master. Not hurt Master, must protect.'

Matt was extremely relieved. Seems like Nerissa's power wasn't as strong as she thought. There might be a chance for him yet. "Glad you're still with me buddy." He said as he petted Khor once more. Khor let out a small growl that sounded a lot like a purr. 'And I'm really, really glad I feed you first.'

He got to his feet ready to take on whatever Nerissa through at him. He knew what she wanted from him and come hell or high water he wasn't going to let her take it. "Looks like you lose."

Nerissa raised an eyebrow as her Beast of Anger was acting like a common house pet. Seems as if the boy had a stronger bond to the beast then she thought. There was no fear or desperation to work with. Oh well, she would just have to teach them both a lesson.

"I do appreciate loyalty, but I can not tolerate disobedience." She aimed her electrified energy at the pair. She would punish Khor for his betrayal and give that stubborn boy a taste of true pain.

But before she could blink Khor pushed the boy out of the way taking the full force of the blow for himself. He flew across the cave and smacked into a wall. Nerissa attacked the beast again without mercy. Even as his new body was racked with pain his continuing thoughts were for one purpose. 'Not hurt Master, must protect master!'

Matt was horrified by what he was seeing. That monster of a witch was just torturing Khor for not obeying her. "STOP, you're hurting him." He hated her. With every fiber in his being he loathed and despised her. He hated her for hurting Khor, he hated her for what she was putting Will and the Guardians through, but most of all he hated himself so not being strong enough to do anything about it.

Nerissa almost giggled at her Dear Heart's reaction. Oh his hatred was so pure and untapped. Well now, this is better than she'd hoped. "And you hate me for it don't you?" Of course he did. She could see it coursing all through him, the hate bubbling up from within and overflowing. He had just made the fatal chink in the armor of his soul and that was all she needed.

While still keeping Khor in check she focused her energy on the boy.

Matt had but only a moment before he realized his mistake. He figured out that Nerissa couldn't just zap him and turn him or she would have just done so from the start. She needed for him to give her something she twist and reform. Like Mr. Huggles' anger. "No!" Was all he could get out before he was engulfed by Quintessence and an overwhelming dose of his own hate.

Pain seared through every part of his being as he felt himself begin to change. He was forced to his knees as the bones and muscles in his back started twisting and growing. He could no longer stop himself from screaming as something long and sharp poked its way out. He could hear his shirts ripping as it broke through, breaking through the skin on his back. His back was getting heavier as something black was extending just below his shoulder blades and unfurling. He caught a glance over his shoulder but all he could really make out were two very large black objects now firmly attacked to his body and...feathers? 'Wings?'

Nerissa continued to feed more and more of her power into Matt shaping the boy to fit her needs and desires. "You are Shagon, my Angel of Malice." Her voice echoed within his head as if she was speaking directly into his mind. Her voice combined with his own hatred was slowing chipping away at his defenses. And if that wasn't enough, his spine seemed to be lengthening at the base pushing through the seat of his pants and thickening into a long black tail. It was a if she was giving him a reminder that he was an Angel in name only. He was now a monster, a beast meant only to do her bidding.

The sorceress was pleased, Shagon was turning out quite nicely. Now all that was needed was to bind him to herself. She began to twist the boy's own hatred making him crave it. "Where Khor's power feeds on anger, yours will be fulled by the hatred of you enemies." It wasn't that hard to do after all, it was his own hatred for Nerissa that would full his power, and his hatred for himself would insure he would never escape.

Matt tried with all his might to fight the spell but it wasn't the magic he needed to fight. The hate was consuming him, caressing him. He found himself hunger for it, a hunger so deep it felt like he would starve if it was not quenched. He wanted more, God help him he needed more. His own wasn't enough. He couldn't think straight, the pain of the hunger was a hundred times worse than his physical transformation. He barley even noticed as his chest expanded becoming more muscular. His arms and legs became more define. His body was adapting itself for its new appendages and new needs. Even his hair was lengthening and forming in to rows. At one point Nerissa transfigured his torn clothing to better suit his new form. There wasn't much left of Matt's old self any more. The only thing he had left of his former form was his face but for whatever reason the witch didn't bother to try and change it. Instead she encased it in a shimmering golden mask locking it in place erasing any sign of his former life.

Nerissa's voice echoed through the boy's head once more. 'Are you hungry Dear Heart?' She didn't speak aloud but he could hear her clear as day. He wanted to say no, he really did, but couldn't seem to form the words even in his own head. The hunger was tearing him apart, he needed to feed in the worst way. He loathed himself for thinking that way but when Nerissa casually gave him a small amount of her own hatred he couldn't stop himself... he devoured it. 'There's more where that came from, so much more all you need to do is pledge your loyalty to me.'

He could feel himself slipping away, that little taste took the edge off but far from satisfy him. 'Say it. Say your name.' His soul was torn. He wanted fight, he wanted to give in, he just wanted all this to end. 'I'm...I'm...' Try as he might he couldn't bring himself to say his birth name. Matthew Olson just seemed so far away, was that who he really was? He was so confused, but more and more a name crept to the front of his mind. 'Say it!' Nerissa pushed giving him just a bit more of her hatred. It was the straw that broke the camel's back. He was no longer Matt Olson, he was no longer in control. He had a new name now, one more fitting of the Angel of Malice.

'I am Shagon.' And that was it, he had given himself over to Nerissa. He had fought with himself and lost. He was now completely at her mercy.

Still speaking directly into his mind Nerissa sealed the bond between them. 'And will you serve me faithfully, now and forever more?'

He finally found his voice. With cold eyes staring through the gold mask he met her gaze. An unseen smirk formed on his lips.

"Yes, Mistress." And thus Shagon, the Angel of Malice was born.

To be continued...

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