Idiocy is beyond prevalent on our small blue planet. That which has been deemed of importance by the mind, body and spirit, have been dashed to the rocks, in favor of simpler and easier to attain desires and instant gratifications. The importance of the spirit has been waylaid by the importance of the wallet. Wits are used for little more than to simply insult. Matters of the heart are often ignored or worse, twisted in to something harmful and destructive. Dreams are often shattered to be replaced with financial aspirations. Nothing matters to anyone anymore.

 Humanity has failed me, for I know now that I have not failed it. I have lived with my heart and mind open. I have harvested and nurtured a strong mind, body, and spirit. I have honed and empowered my wit. And I have followed my dreams and sometimes my nightmares to reach for the goals I have always desired for myself. I have gained money, lost money, amassed money, and spent money. I have lived, and not just for myself, or for my own needs, that is not living that is parasitic.

 So, those of you who bother to read this, I ask you; Have you lived? Do you bring more to the world and your loved ones than you take? Do you truly care, or do you just tell yourself you do? Only by breaking ourselves down, and evaluating the pieces with brutal honestly and clarity can you see how and who you really are. Break yourself down, rip yourself apart, and take a good, serious, honest look at what is inside, I doubt many of you will be so content with what you find there.

IZG 

Even though its in my profile I figure I should point it out here as well as to save me some mail;

I am bisexual however, I lean more towards women, T/S, and sissy boys. I am monogamous, I only have one collar it only goes around only one neck. Groups are fun, but eventually they go home.

Back from my vacation in Hawaii. The surf and the sun was beyond good for my soul and recharged my mind. I feel better.

I Dance,

             when no one is around.

I sing,

            for an audience of one.

I dream,

            dreams that can never be found.

I laugh,

           in the hope of having fun.

I scream,

              at these chains to which I'm bound.

I sleep,

            uneasy, never, ever done.

IZG 2007

(more relative today than it ever was before.)

                                     The Infernal Chronicles 

                                                     Chapter 1

                                                 Introductions

    The girl dropped to the floor when she was brought into the small, dark side chamber.  Her bare frame shook nervously as she slowly raised her eyes. She first noticed the large, over-stuffed, black leather chair. Its fine silver legs resembled lions' paws, and the arms, the fine ruby arms looked like beautiful girls faces. However, the look in those girls' eyes was not one of glee, but rather of sheer terror.

 Then she noticed the man in the chair… he drummed his fingers as he read from a small tablet, it's black envelope sitting on his lap. His long sharp nails made ever so light scratches in the stone with each tap. He looked down to his scotch, his thin lips drawing up to a cold sneer. Finally, he turned his head to look at the quaking little girl in front of him. His red eyes glowed like dying embers as he pushed a few strands of his perfect silver hair away from his face. She couldn't believe anything could look so beautiful.

     "I find this all very hard to believe." His eyes narrowed as he spoke, his words commanding attention. "You actually want to hear me talk… at length… Why?"

     The girl almost had tears in her eyes; it had taken her entire lifetime to get this close to the infamous archdemon, literally her lifetime and even more if she really thought about it. Now dead, stripped, on the brink of nothingness, she had finally found what, and more importantly, whom she had sought for so long. Now she couldn't find her voice, she desperately wanted to speak, to say what she knew she had to say.

      Finally it came to her, "Yes…uh, sir?" Quickly she regained her composure the best she could and took a long kneel. "Yes, Lord Malaki- I wished to hear you speak, but I wanted more than just that. I want to hear your story, the story of the oldest creature in existence.  You destroyed heaven and conquered hell, you have seen it all you know it all. You know the truth."

      "Is that what you have sold your very soul for? The truth? What exactly are you wanting, seeing how you happen to be here now?" He smiled, but she knew from years and years of study that this too was just another test, another trick.

      "No, that is not what I bargained for; I want the truth, but that isn't all." She met his gaze trying desperately to not look cowed.

      Malaki brought his forefinger to his chin, obviously amused by this little game. "Well then my dear I would suggest you chose your next words most cautiously."

      She stopped to think closing her eyes as she did so. Clearing the thousands of questions circling in her mind, she swallowed hard, and prepared herself for what was about to come from her lips next. She knew all too well that whatever she said could very well end it all for her. She could anger him, or make herself seem too stupid for his time, or he just may not like her. If any of those were to happen, he would simply get up and leave her, and then, she would be taken to the forges. Once there, her pitiful soul would be smelted and hammered into some item for the demon lords, or purified into a form of raw soul energy used to feed them all. She opened her eyes and banished her fears.

      "I want to know the meaning of life, the truth of us, and what is really behind everything. What really happened, and why are we here? These are the questions I have. These answers are what I have sold my soul for." She stared at his passive face, looking for any sign of what was to come from the perfect lips. Of course, there was no such comfort for her.

     Malaki laughed at what he had just heard. He wondered if she had any idea of what she had just asked- the bottomless depth of the question. Moreover, just how terrifying the truth actually was for her kind…

    Nevertheless, something about her plea struck a small cord in him to grant this poor girls last wish. It wasn't as if he didn't have a heart…

"Fine, little one. But for such a grand story to be unveiled to you, I will require a fresh drink, and you a chair. Unless you wish to kneel all night, or however long this may take?" He chuckled as her eyes widened and tears began to well.

                                                        Chapter 2

                                                   Meet your master

   Malaki accepted the drink from the ever-vigilant servant. He eyed the young girl from head to toe, he rather preferred the servant girls to be naked, but the recent addition of the chain laced skirts turned out to be rather pleasing. He waited patiently as the young girl brought his new guest a chair. Finally, he bothered to look at her, after she had sat.

He watched as she sat nervously, still getting used to the lack of feeling in her dead body. He liked the loose curls of blonde hair that laid about her shoulders, and smiled as her pale blue eyes darted from his gaze. He mused that she could loose a pound or two, but then again he found a flaw in all humans. However, it was her hands that he liked the most. They seemed so delicate, so fine, and reformed. To him they looked as if they should belong to a demon, and not on some poor "lower" creature.

"So my child what name shall I call you."

She looked up a little startled from the silence, "My name is….I meant to say my parents named me Karen." She then bit her lower lip. A nervous habit she had developed over the years.

"Karen," he spoke the name slowly frowning as he did so, "No I don't care for that at all. I shall rename you…. Meredith. Yes I like that much better." He smiled, raised his glass in approval.

"If you wish, sir, you may call me whatever you want. I am but your humble serv…"

He cut her off abruptly, "I know that, so there is no need for such bothersome talk. Do you like the name?" He stared at her awaiting her response. "Stop trying to figure out what I want to hear and answer."

"Yes I like the name. I always found my name to be a little plain." And although the words were very true, still she felt a remorse as she had been named after her grandmother.

Malaki found his game to be entertaining, but he didn't want to break her just yet. "Calm down girl, all and all, you name is of little importance. I am going to answer your fine questions, grant you your greatest wish if you will. Then your soul will belong to me, legal and binding. But you must be aware of the fact that I could simply steal it and be done with you."

She looked at his fine black shoes she liked the fine leather; it was obvious he had good taste. "Yes sir, but I had to take a chance. I was already dying, and I couldn't bear dying and never knowing the full story. But I do thank you for restoring my body to its healthy state."

He chuckled, "You shouldn't thank me. I couldn't have sat here and stared at that withered form. I would not have even allowed you in to my chambers. No my dear it wasn't me who restored your looks. It was the Soul Harbinger that brought you in that restored your good looks. If I wouldn't accept you, he would not have been paid. This is a business my dear."

"Now let us begin with your request, where would you like me to start, The Beginning?" This too was a trick, for The beginning was the name of the point in time when man was born.

"Please sir, your beginning. I am versed enough in demonology to know that you come well before man. I want to know everything you have seen."

He smiled at her intelligence, "very well Meredith, yes I do like that better, you have proven to me that you are worth at least that much. Maybe more, but you should not get your hopes up at all…"

He stopped himself short remembering a question had wanted to pose to her. "But first tell me why, or rather how you came so interested in my kind and me."

She licked her lips softly before she spoke, "I once saw one of your children when I was a little girl."

He looked a little surprised by her answer, "Oh really, who was it?"

Meredith looked down to the ground, "I don't know, sir. I was never able to find out what his name was. He couldn't be found in any of the records I discovered, none of the books, and not one mention of his name in the scrolls either. But he did look much like you, very much so. And for many years I thought it had been you. It wasn't until I saw you face to face that I knew it wasn't."

Malaki laughed, and raised his glass to his lips. "Would you rather speak with him? I know that my son has the ability to be far kinder than I, but rarely."

She shook her head quickly, afraid she had angered him. "No, no sir, you are the oldest of all demons, it is you that I seek. I just wished to know his name."

"You are taken aback by him weren't you? He his beyond attractive, of course, he's also known for his violence, and brutality. Maybe you will learn about him later, if you survive that long. Who knows maybe you will see him again; he does live down here with us after all."

She sighed at the thought of seeing the mysterious man she saw that night, but realized that her immortal soul was on the line, and her fancies could be indulged only, if she survived this. "No my lord, I only wish to hear of the truth of history, the real truth of what had happened. My curiosity sometimes gets the best of me, forgive me."

He sat back in his chair and said very quietly, "I would suggest you learn to curb that behavior, lest my temper get the best of me. Curiosity down here will quickly get you killed. But you needn't worry about angering me, I find your crush to be very amusing, and a little enlightening."

Malaki threw his arms into the air, spilling what was left of his drink and sending the servants in the room scrambling. "Very well little one, I have tested you enough. You will be granted your request. Get comfortable, this is going to take a while."

                                                           Chapter 3

                                                         I was born…

"I was born in Hell, not the hell you see around you now, but my fathers' realm. It was a desolate land, untamed, and wild. My father Lucifer had conquered only the first layer, with many, many more below. You do understand that our realms are not round, like your earth. No we are cylinders, pillars to help keep your world in place."

Meredith nodded, and accepted the drink she was handed by the servant, who then turned and refilled Malaki's glass.

"Good, I was born first of three, my brother Incubus, and my sister Succubus born after me. However, I was the runt of the three, and so my father showered them with all the attention. By runt I mean not size but energy level, my siblings had a lot more raw power than I."

 "My mother Lillith cared for me for a time while was young, but she grew tired of my fathers treatment and fled him. I was left to fend for myself. I grew and with the help of some of my father's fellow fallen, I learned to fight. While my brother and sister learned to corrupt, I learned to wield a sword. When they learned to use magic, I learned to use strength. And when they learned to make war with heaven, I learned to make war with everything. It went like that for some time until my Lucifer noticed me one day hard at practice. I think he grew fearful then and that is why he sent me to conquer his lands and return his wife, my mother, to him."

"No matter what the reason, he armed me, and granted me a small contingent of fallen angels to aide me. It was hardly enough to perform his quest, but I wanted so much to please him, so I left. We marched into the first layers, and I remember that I wasn't afraid. I was sure to destroy any who stood in my way because I would never accept defeat. I was very proud indeed.

"We continued and met our first opposition on the third layer. A small band of creatures called themselves the Djinn. They had blue skin and some had four, some six, arms. There heads best resembled jackels. They had been formed by the land when the land had formed, and thus were not divine like myself. They had grown over the years and had learned to form walls for protection, and to use fire, but not much more than that.                                                                                                   I found myself laughing at there pathetic stone spears, I knew this was a slaughter."

"We descended upon them at the noonlight, they had no hope. Our soulforged weapons brought them low very quickly. The battle only lasted moments, and then they surrendered. The Djinn elders offered to follow me as there new god and king, if I would destroy there enemies. Needless to say I accepted, and none even bothered to mention father's name."

She watched as he spoke, amazed that as each word passed he seemed to look more, and more alive more excited and altogether happy, lost in nostalgia.

He stopped for a second, "Do you have something on your mind dear?"

Meredith jumped a little, "No, well… I wasn't aware that you were a great swordsman. Not to offend I just hadn't heard that."

Malaki lowered his brow, "do you think I am lying?"

"No of course not, sir. I wouldn't dare suggest…"

He smiled once again, "Yes my dear I am well skilled at battle. Of course, I didn't look as I do now. Back then, I was bigger in stature, my horns crowned a good foot above my head. In addition, my great legs ended in black hooves, and my tail was long and mighty. It wasn't until later that I began to evolve my form."

She raised her eyebrows unable to even imagine this perfect creature before her being anything else. "I didn't know about that sir. Everything I had researched spoke of you as I see you."

Malaki smiled, "oh well I was also born a long large maggot, we all were back then. And after birth we went and cocooned for a while. Now may I resume?"

She bowed her head, "Yes sir I'm sorry, but I was paying attention."

He smiled and nodded "I know you were, now where was I oh yes the Djinn and their enemies. The Djinn had only one real enemy other than the beasts of the land, and they called themselves the De'Min. The De'Min lived two layers down into the dark jungles of hell. They were a vicious race who feasted on the flesh of anything they could catch. They possessed the ability of flight, due to the great wings. However, they could not stand even the weakest of lights. Not even the noontime light of hell, which barely lit the ground, due to the dense black and red clouds that filled the sky day and night."

"I left with my forces now reinforced by the Djinn for the jungles. They were hot, dense miserable places. Even the ground was hostile, filled with quicksand, and sinkholes. The plant life was just as ravenous, if not more so, than the damn infernal beasts. I lost a few men to that accursed land. But I was determined to return to father a king."

"Finally we reached the outpost of the De'Min. They had built great wooden embattlements into the trees, filled with archers. It was obvious that they were more advanced than the Djinn, but I wanted to test their intelligence. So I decided to light the whole damned jungle on fire." Malaki laughed as he spoke, "They screamed in horror as the flames reached the very skies, many of them died. They fell from the skies in hordes, burnt, blind, and choking. And not one of my men had to fight that day."

"Of course the entire jungle did not burn, but more than enough had, and by the time it was out, a large scar crossed the layer. This opened me a path right to the De'Min city. I discovered its location as we sifted through the ashes and the dead. And so I moved onward, my men revitalized by our easy victory. The Djinn began to wonder if I wasn't indeed a god, for none of them had ever been able to get so far down in to hell. They had no idea how far I would go."

"The De'Min sent a messenger, as it turned out they were indeed a little civilized. They were willing to meet me on the field of battle if I so wished, but they didn't want there city to be burned. I told them to surrender."

"The next morning as it still was dark, we approached the great De'Min city. Its walls stood high from the ground all the way into the trees high above. They had woven a type of thorny vine throughout the walls, weaving it in, and out. There was no gate, no entry, except from above. Before the city walls stood a small army of a couple thousand. I had barely five hundred men with me, and most of them were the Djinn. For the first time I felt fear. I feared not for my life, but for defeat. But I refused to give up without a fight. Therefore, I commanded my men to prepare for war. I stood in front of them, facing the army of De'Min. I removed my helm, and withdrew my sword, and then something I never could had anticipated happened. When my silver hair fell down from under my helm the entire De'Min army stared in amazement, shook, and bowed before me."

"As it turned out, the De'Min had come across my mother in her travels, and it was she who had taught them so much. However, she had a price, she told them of me and that one day I would come. Moreover, when that day would come, I would be there new lord and master, above all, including her. They had worshipped me for generations while I trained above, completely oblivious to what my mother was doing."

                                                      Chapter 4

                                                   Child of Fate

"Do you need more tea my dear, or maybe you would like something stronger?" Malaki motioned for a servant girl to come and take Meredith's cup.

"Yes please, sir, I would like a cup of coffee if you don't mind." Meredith said meekly

"Coffee? Of course, you can have a cup of coffee. So am I boring you yet?"

She smiled at him, "No sir, not at all, I find all this so very fascinating."

Malaki grinned, "Then I shall continue,"

She started to think that he was almost enjoying this and wondered how long it must have been for anyone to ask him to tell his tale.

"The De'Min had also been taught some magic by my mother, mainly the ability to control the wind, and its power. This was a gift they were willing to teach me. After a short while, I was able to lift my self and my men into the city."

"Let me tell you, it was stunning. Great catwalks filled the skies running back and forth. They lived in small thatch houses that hung from the various branches they had bent into place. And they used a type of almost lightless fire called Darklyt to light the pathways, and around the entrances to their homes. I was very impressed."

"They welcomed like a king, and as soon as I entered the city, they led me away to a small hut that sat in the back of the city on the ground. I would come to recognize that hut many times again in my life, for it was Lillith's. Inside the hut was a simple stone fireplace with a large stone pot sitting a long unused fire. But there on the corner, my name lay marked into the rock. I had seen her write it before, when I was so very young."

"I laid there for what seemed like days studying the marking, noticing every detail of her handiwork. And then finally I touched it, when my fingers grazed its surface the mark began to glow a soft green. The light quickly grew and illuminated the hut, forcing the few De'Min who watched me to flee. Then I saw her face, her hair was long and white like I had remembered, her skin a light gray or pale, and her eyes glowed an ever soft pure white. Her full lips formed perfectly into a perfect pout. She had a face any man would fall for, she was the most dangerous of beauties."

Meredith stifled a giggle clasping her hand over her mouth, as she looked at Malaki.

"Why do you laugh, girl? Did I say something funny?" He looked down at her as his eyes narrowed.

"uhm no sir, you didn't. It's just that you sound like your in love with her, isn't she your mother?"

Malaki shook his head, "How could someone who knows so much be so stupid? I can't begin to comprehend your idiotic question. Of course, I was in love with her, mother or not, she is Lillith. Besides if you are such a scholar of demonology, you should know that demons do not suffer from your deformities via inbreeding. As a matter of fact it breeds an even stronger breed of demon, not weaker. Does this bother you? May I continue?"

Meredith shifted in her chair afraid he was going to rip her soul from where she sat. "No sir, it doesn't bother me, please continue. I apologize for my rudeness." Although she knew she was lying, and that it bothered her much more than she wished to say, she prayed that he wouldn't notice or just not care.

"Fine good, now you can say you know more about our culture. Now where was I?  Oh yes, Lillith and her gift for me. As I stood there before her beautiful image she smiled and softly said my name."

"Malaki, Lord of the hells, general to Lucifer, and my child of Fate, I have foreseen your coming to this land and many more like it. You will be great my son, but only if you heed my lessons and find me quickly. I have buried a sacred stone under this fireplace. Find it and eat it Malaki. This stone will grant you much needed strength in the days ahead. Now continue on, farther down, to the heart of the realm. A hundred and eight layers down you will find a powerful race of stone demons. I call them demons son because you will lead all these demons to a much greater glory. You will come to them and there Lord and conquer them. They too will follow you, all the mighty creatures shall fall to you, and they will follow you. They are all your race of demon, and you will be known as the Archdemon. Go to the stone demons and destroy, learn there secrets and be great."

Malaki shifted his face from the girl hiding the welling tears in his eyes. "I tried to speak to her before she faded, but to no avail. She had recorded it for me many years before possibly even centuries before. I sprung into action and ripped the stones from the fire place, and just as she had said there was the stone."

"It was a small sparkling, red; ruby only the size of a child's fingernail but it was priceless to me. You have to understand I had never seen a stone such as this. All the stones in Hell were gray, or black, and the closest we had to any thing that shimmer so, was the black glass that scattered the beaches of the first layer."

Meredith jolted up, "Wait you never told me about your home the first layer, and where you lived, and how you all built it all."

Malaki sighed, "All in due time, you had best stop interrupting me. The buildings all were still under construction until shortly before I returned."

"But you were on the first realm for centuries growing right?" she tried her pathetic face that had always worked on so many men. "Please lord Malaki I just want to understand."

"Yes I was on the first realm for roughly a century and yes I was down in the layers for many more. I will explain all of it in time. I am telling the story as it was, when I left I knew nothing, when I returned I discovered everything. So shut up and be quiet."

Meredith sank back in her chair, she knew she had just blew his good mood away, now she had to start over.

"I admired the ruby for a time, and then I almost shed a tear as I placed it into my mouth. I swallowed hard, waiting for anything to happen. It only took a second, first I felt a warm sensation in my throat, which soon turned to burning. I began to fear poison, when I heard my mother's voice in my head, it was too soft to make out what she said but soon I felt no pain. I felt myself grow stronger and stronger, and then I felt my head tingle. All of a sudden I understood how to absorb others, and thus rob them of there power. I would soon learn that some abilities can not be learned in that way, but I didn't care then."

"I walked out of that hut, a god. I had a title Archdemon, and they would be called my demons. I called to them all and commanded them as there lord for the first time. I gave my first speech. But I also noticed some of my commanders beginning to question my loyalty to my father."

"Now I was aware that these men followed my father in rebellion against God. However, not just a few felt a little sore towards my father about how the whole war went. I also had to keep in mind though, that some had been, and still were, fiercely loyal towards him, and assuredly, he had sent at least a few of those men along with me. I decided immediately that those men would have to die."

"I decided it best not to wait, and went to my former mentor and teacher, he had spoken often of the war and the battles he led against Michael along side my father. He also spoke often about how he really believed the whole war was fought over Lillith, and not any of the reasons Lucifer had so proclaimed to him."

"I found my mentor, Azriel and asked him what he thought of what he had seen this day. He smiled and told me that he was indeed proud when he heard my voice rise above to crowd and command the masses. He told me I was going to be a great general. I knew he didn't care for Lillith so I didn't bother to speak of her, but I did ask him who, out of the fallen was loyal to me, and who would forever belong to my father. He looked me dead in the eye and told me exactly what I needed to know. He also told me of there weakness, and how and when to strike. He practically planned it for me."

"That night I went by myself and took there lives while they slept. I killed and absorbed nine of the fallen. I had left my father with fifty men, the jungle had taken another twelve, and eight fell in battle, I was left with a mere twenty-one. But I had hundreds of Djinn, and thousands of De'Min. I stood over the masses watching them as they slept, and admired my new army, my army of demon."

                                                                 Chapter 5

                                                               Before the dawn

  "When light finally broke, the others soon learned of what I had done. They gathered and discussed what they had to do about me. I listened in from a far, and laughed at the ideas they slang across to one another They made there way to my Mother's old hut, where I was supposed to be staying, only to find me waiting for them. They encircled me and words where exchanged, however only one dared to actually challenge me. Nagel, once a great warrior now turned into a spiteful assassin."

"He was a fool to rush me, and with but a quick sidestep I grabbed a hold of his head and with my bare fingers I ripped out his eyes. He collapsed, and while watching my men I leaned down opened my mouth and withdrew every ember of his soul. The others fell in line after watching the spectacle." 

"I then made the orders for all to prepare for the journey ahead, gather provisions, and fill the wine casks. They did as I commanded, the Djinn and the De'Min seemed almost happy. But my officers remained restless."

"As night approached once again, I watched as the city above me bustled with life. And before long the army lay prepared for its long and arduous journey. I commanded them to take this night, as there last night, and celebrate there lives. In seconds great bonfires where lit, the wine we could not carry was opened, and the Djinn began to play there unique instruments. Soon the entire city from top to bottom was filled with the sounds of song, and the roars of laughter. The smell of rich wine and strong sex filled ones nostrils, making it difficult to think about anything else."

"That night I lost my virginity. Somehow in the midst of the chaos, I found myself placed upon a makeshift throne high in the cities' interior. Now I had recently learned how to fly, and after absorbing so many of the fallen, had grew new wings. (Sometime I will tell you just how painful that was.) However, I also had imbibed a lot of the wine, not a very smart move on my part. Up there in the tops of the trees many of the De'min came and gave me gifts. Some would come and kiss my hand or feet. Others would come and stroke my wings, and that is the key to a demons heart child. "

Meredith smiled and nodded knowingly.

"Oh you have had experience I see?" Mal raised his eyebrows, a little impressed, but he only allowed her to see it for a second.

She smiled, "Yes, once. I had heard of a young incubus and thought to meet him."

Malaki leaned in,"Now, now dear girl do tell a bit more."

"I met him in Salem, His name was Zael, I think you know him. He was cute, I didn't tell him anything. But I wasn't very prepared for his "abilites", and soon I found myself in his bed. I was glad he didn't kill me, although sex afterwards was never the same. It was like once you had slept with such a creature, no human could ever hope to compare." Meredith felt tears welling up as she thought about it. In all actuality she hated Zael for taking it away, for making her numb to pleasure.

Malaki nodded, "I see, yes, I remember you there at the party that night. If it gives you any comfort, he's dead. Slain by my youngest son, the one you have seen before. You and he maybe connected in someway, I am sure I'll soon find out how."

Meredith looked over at him, "Why won't you say his name?"

He smiled,  "Because, my dear, you want to know his name."

"Now back to what I was saying, oh yes… I was very drunk indeed, and one young De'min girl flew up to me, and sat down to my right. I was immediately taken aback by her beauty. He hair was long and black as night, but her skin glowed a pale white. Her eyes where large, round, and, dark pools to fall into. Her breasts, though small, lay bare to the wind. The soft, delicate, frame of her light breaths seemed to jump. Her entire body seemed to scream my name, and demand my full attention."

"I asked her name, she leaned close and whispered in my ear; your servant, Lucindia. We immediately kissed, and fell into one another. Our hands roved every inch of each other's flesh. My mouth found its way to her nipple and clamped down. It wasn't awkward, or odd, my instincts took control, I knew what I wanted and I was not about to wait. I pulled her down on top of me then and there, not caring who watched or was was concerned. We continued not only there, but then returned to my mother's hut, and continued the night over. By daybreak she begged me to take her with me, that she would serve me faithfully.

 I, of course, accepted, but I wanted something to mark her as mine. You humans give each other rings, how sweet! I gave her a different gift. As we set out on our path down to the farther layers of hell, I had one of the smiths work up some black iron bands. These bands I had decorated with my emblem. Then I brought them to her, I clasped them on at the base of her wings, and sealed it with the magic of fire. This ensured that although she could still fly, never very far. The wing rings, as I came to call them, also had a smaller loop fastened to them. This was so I could string her up, or put her on a leash. I found it amusing, much to my surprise she found it arousing.

                                                  Chapter 6

                                     Between a rock and a hard place

  "I amused myself with Lucindia as much and as often as I could. For as we traveled I discovered I had much in the way of free time. Rarely did we encounter anything at all, and all we did find was the continuous beasts of Hell. Monstrous creatures, various in size,  from the gigantic serpentine, like insects that lived in the terrible tundras. To the tiny, meager, "sand-craw", that with its stinger, could deliver enough poison to kill a small town. Of course every creature we found, and killed, we documented, we found a use for there remains, and progressed toward our goal".

"Along the way we came to a series of caves, which seemed to be the only way through, to the other side of the mountains. We were barely twenty layers or so from our destination, ready for anything, desperate for a fight. I recall that my wonderful Lucindia did not want to go into the caves. Indeed many of the De' Min were terrified to go in. Robbed of there precious flight, they feared the worst. I should have listened…"

Just then the door opened to the small chamber and Meredith, spun around to see who had entered. Her eyes grew wide as she spied the giant of a man. He stood a good seven feet, and arms were as big around as both of her thighs were. His hair, cut short, was so black that it almost glowed blue. He had a steel eye patch bolted to his head, where his left eye should have been. And carried countless battle scars all over his body.

Malaki sneered, "Daemon, what are you doing in here? You are well aware I have company."

The man smiled and nodded to Meredith, "Yea I noticed, she's a cutie ain't she, dad?"

Meredith spun around to Mal, "But he isn't the man I saw…" then quickly remembered her place.

Malaki nodded, "No, he's my oldest son, Daemon. Of course you would know him by the name…"

"Black Beard!" She shouted in excitement.

Daemon laughed' "So ye heard of me, how delightful. Ya may wanna keep this one, she a cute little girlie. If ya don't want her…"

"She is already spoken for, and I am not the one to speak to about bargaining for her soul." Mal said with a devilish grin.

Daemon stared at him for a second, "Who? OH is she "

But before he could say another word Mal chimed in, "Yes, she is, please Daemon, I am trying to make a point."

He nodded "I got ya, well speaking of Him, he's escaped. That what I came here to tell ya."

Malaki About jumped out of his chair quickly sping about the room.

"I wouldn't worry he's not down here anymore. He ran off to earth." Deamon chuckled as Meredith took note; indeed, there was something that even the great Malaki feared.

"Well then what by Satan's horns are you doing here!?! Find him, do what ever it takes to bring him back here. If she finds him before we do…"

Daemon stopped smiling "I know, we'll all be up shit creek real fast. I wouldn't worry none though. He just wanted to blow off some steam. It should be easy to find him, I have a homing device on his ass. I already know exactly where he's at.  I'll bring back your little weapon dad, but your not going to be able to keep him like this forever. Sooner or later he's going to get all his strength back."

Mal eyes became like daggers, "You had best hope that day never comes. He may have all of you fooled by his appearance, but I know what is inside him. I have seen it come out, and I know what it wants."

"And whats that then?" Daemon folded his arms defiantly as he spoke.

"very well have a seat as well, because I was getting to a very important part of his construction."

"Im sorry to interrupt," Meredith said meekly, "but now Im confused, we are still talking about your other son, the one I had seen before?"

Mal nodded, "Yes little one, we are. He is a weapon disguised as a demon, a weapon with the power to destroy worlds. May I please continue? Very good. Now we stood there at the entrance to the largest of the caves. I rallied all my men to have courage as we entered the darkness. We inched our way forward, into the terrible twists, and turns. After a short while, my men soon began to disappear. One by one, they vanished, being swooped out of the darkness and into nothing. My Lunidia amonst them. I felt a tiny tingle with in my mind, and shot out my arm, grasping something in the air. It was a tiny creature only about a foot tall. With long black wings, horns upon its tiny little head, and a long tail with a stinger at the end. That was the last thing I saw before I saw black.

When I awoke I was tied to a post, my army devided into four cages that hung low over a great chasm. The tiny little creature stood around chanting an ancient incantation. I wondered what they could be up to. It wasn't long before I had my answer.

A loud rumbling, followed  by volumes of gurgling sounds came from the pit. And I saw a great eye open, followed by another, then another, then thousands. Colossal tentacles rose up from the darkness, and my eye caught sight of its enormous maw. I realized what was happening, we were being sacrificed. To something far more foul that we, something so dark as to even we were forbidden to speak of them. One of the terrible beings from beyond, the creatures that should not have been. The little monsters shouted and cheered as there master rose. Words cannot describe what a horror it was to behold.

And then with one mighty lift of one of its many tentacles, it ripped open the cage and began to devour my men, my Dear sweet Lucindia was among the first to go. First one cage then another. Finally it lifted the last two, ripped up the post on to which I was tied, and returned to the bottom. I considered my journey to be over.

Once down there I felt the ropes loosen, and I was free. As I stood around and looked about I realized that we all stood upon it. Its gigantic, gelatinous body, swaying to and fro with each movement. Then beside me one of its many eyes opened, and I heard a crashing in my head, followed by its voice.

"Are you ready to succumb to your fate Malaki?"

Tears began to well in my eyes and I was hardly able to speak a word. "Yes…what's the point I can not fight you, I can barley stand in your presence."

"How correct you are, much like your mother. You seem surprised, surely you expected her to have found me like you have. Yes she was here, but she was willing to make a deal with me. A deal I am willing to make unto you. Would you like to take what is left of your army and continue with your quest?"

"Yes, what do you ask of me, tell me what ever you wish I will do it."

"You need to do nothing today, not for many years from now, but someday you will have a son. You will know him for his silver hair, and his mark, this son you shall give to me, a sacrifice if you will. Lillith shall come for him the day he is born, and you shall hand him over to her."

Daemon lept up out of his chair, " Holy Shit, why didn't you ever tell me he has one of them inside him?"

"Because Daemon it isn't inside him, he is one of them. Where did you think all that power came from? Now you know the truth, why I fear him so much. However, you mustn't speak of this to anyone, it would mean panic. They may know he's a killer, but they see him as there war hero, there beautiful assassin, not the monster he truly is. Go retrieve him."

Daemon nodded and gave a last sorrowful glance at Meredith, "So long girlie, he's gonna talk your ears off, and then they gonna feed ya to the beast himself, sucks to be you."

Meredith's eyes widened with disbelief, " what do you mean feed me to the beast?"

Malaki just sat there and smiled as he drank his martini. "oh do calm your self. He can be a beast, he can be a monster, but he can also be very kind, far more so than I. What I tell you now, I tell you to comfort you, he will adore you. I already know that."

"But there is more, more than I wished Daemon to now about that night. I agreed to the things request, in turn he gave me and what was left of my men, our freedom. Guided by his tiny servants we headed back out of the caves, or at least that was what they had said. If they were lying I had no way of knowing. Nevertheless as we walked my mind began to wonder, and soon and found myself missing my Lucindia. I began to feel a great rage build inside me, hate began to spill its self forward from every part of my self. And when we reached the opening I grasped one the little beasts into my hands and bit its head off, sucking down its power. The rest began to flee back into there cave, leaving me standing there with my men, and all that rage. I screamed, I shouted to the very skies, "I swear upon you, little bastards, I will have my revenge. I may not be able to make your master suffer, but I will make you suffer in his stead!"

"Of course I did get my revenge, and what's more I didn't just get it on those little freaks, oh no I also made there master suffer as well. But I promise you I will get to all of that eventually."

"When finally I had calmed myself down, I looked around. They had indeed led us to the other side of the mountains. I could see the great and vast desert, and just beyond that lay the great cities of the stone demons, we had arrived albeit shorthanded, but out destination, and our battle lay just with in sight." 

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No Children, The Mountain Goats

I hope that our few remaining friends give up on trying to save us.

I hope we come up with a fail safe plot to piss off the dumb few who forgave us.

I hope the fences we mended fall beneath their own weight.

I hope we hang on past the last exit, I hope its already too late.

And I hope the junkyard a few blocks from here, some day burns down.

And that black smoke carries me away and I never come back to this town, again.

In my life, I hope I lie, and tell everyone you were a good wife.

And I hope you die, I hope we both die.

I hope I cut myself shaving tomorrow, I hope it bleeds all day long.

Our friends try to say its darkest before the sun rises, but we're pretty sure they're all wrong.

I hope it stays dark forever.

I hope the worst isn't over.

And I hope you blink before I do.

Well I hope I never get sober.

I hope when you think of me years down the line, you can't find one good thing to say.

And  hope if I got the strength to walk right out, you'd stay the hell out of my way.

I am drowning, there is no sign of land. You are coming down with me. Hand in unlovable hand. And I hope you die. I hope we both die.  

Lyrics and music by The Mountain Goats.

If you wish to hear the song, please check out the link below. 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wRP6egIEABk

The Corrupter and the Fallen

 The girl was tossed to the floor by the guards with a resounding thud, as her nearly naked body hit the cold stone floor. She slowly raised her aching head looking around as tears blurred her vision. She had only been in this room in the keep once before, the master’s study.

 The room was large, with great vaulted ceilings. Tapestries hung from every wall depicting scenes from battles and wars long past, showing death in its many forms. Unlit torches sat nestled in the mouths of great stone demons carved into the stonework in every corner. The only light came from the fireplace, mass of iron and stone made to resemble a great beast with red-hot fangs whose mouth was eternally ablaze. Above the fireplace hung upon the wall was a long cat-o-ninetails, she remembered its sting well enough to flinch at just the sight of it.

 The door opened with a long creak as if in futile protest. Immediately she recognized the master. He stood tall and proud, with his long, dark, hair falling to the middle of his back. His eyes shone like two great black pits, ready to swallow any who dared look into them too long. His nose and jaw were strong and broad, and his thin lips curled into a sneer. He wore a long heavy burgundy robe open showing his bare chest. However, he was still in his black leather leggings, and dark riding boots, which was uncommon for it being so late.

 The master walked in calmly, almost paying the girl no attention as he walked over to stoke the fire. Finally, he turned to regard the poor girl.

 “So I see you are returned to me. Did you not think that I would have you caught? Did you honestly think I would allow you to escape me? I bought you from your mother you are my property now. I own you Lydia, you are mine to keep and this will forever be your home.”

 Lydia stood up defiantly, “If my mother had known what kind of employment you would be having me do, I doubt she would have ever accepted your offer.”

 With lightning quick reflexes, the masters’ hand shot up and slapped Lydia across her face sending her reeling. Before she could fall to the ground, his hand wrapped around her throat and she was lifted off her feet by his immense strength.

 “Stupid girl, your mother had no choice, you know that as well as I. Moreover, what terrible atrocity have I committed against you? I gave your mother a grand sum, enough to feed her and your brothers for years, provided them with a small piece of land for them to work, and gave you a gracious place in my keep. This is how you repay me, with defiance. All I have asked of you was minimal. Simply play your harp for my entertainment, only once had I come to your chambers for you to entertain me in another matter. How many would have gladly lain with me, but not you, no, you refuse me, strike your master, and flee his castle.” With those last words, he threw her to the wall where she fell, gasping for breath, as tears fell from her eyes to the cold unforgiving floor.

 The master walked past stopping only long enough to say, “My generosity has run its course with you girl. Surely you have heard the rumors and stories of your dark master, well now you will come to know the truth.” Once he was at the door he looked to his guards and commanded, “Take her below, and place her to the wall, I shall be down shortly. Oh and she is mine, touch her, and I will feast upon you.”

 Lydia, exhausted, battered, and defeated finally gave in to unconsciousness as the two guards grabbed her and lifted her off her feet. 

 Lydia dreamed of happier times; her father was a strong man, and an honest man. He had built them a lovely cottage near the woods, right on the river. Although they had little land they were able to make do, and were often happy. Lydia was easily one of the prettiest girls in the village; her dark hair hung down and framed her pale face, accenting her large brown eyes. Although she was shorter than many of the other girls, her ample bosom and shapely figure quickly made up for it. Though many of the boys in the village wished her to be theirs, her father never approved of any of them, often telling her she deserved nothing short of royalty.

 However, two years previous he had gone out into the woods out side their village to hunt for deer, and never returned. A few days later a couple of the local boys found his lifeless body floating in the river nearby, leaving Lydia, her mother, and her two younger brothers to fend for them selves. That first winter they had nearly starved only by the kindness of the village had they been able to survive. By the, second winter Lydias' mother had began to take to lonely men, hunters, and fur traders. Trading her passions for gifts and food, all the while pressuring Lydia to do the same to help save the family. It wasn’t long after that one night a drunk old trader came into her bed demanding that he satisfy her. She called to her mother and saw that she came to her bedroom door, only to shut it and walk away. The large man forced her down onto the bed. His large, rough hands pulled at her nightgown, and forced there way onto her breasts as he fumbled with his belt. Lydia bit his hand as hard as she could, drawing blood. The man roared in pain and hit her hard on the cheek.  Her head slammed to the side, her beautiful face already bruising.

 However, before the trader could go any further he stopped and began to shiver uncontrollably. Slowly he stood and walked to the window, and Lydia could hear him begging to god under his breath. His body movements jerked and shook, with each step. With his bloodied hand, he slowly opened the window out to the freezing cold night. For a short time, he stood there as she curled herself up and wrapped the blankets around her, the pale full moon lighting his rugged features. She could see his eyes, and realized the man was terrified as if he looked into hell itself. Just then, the man was ripped out of the window and into the night by some unseen force tearing him from the spot effortlessly, his screams filling the night.

 Lydia leapt from her bed and dashed to her door shouting for her mother. Once she opened the door, her mother was already there. Her mother screamed at her, and demanded to know what had happened to the man, angry that he had left without paying. Lydia tried to explain to her mother what she had seen, but her mother wouldn’t believe it and raised her hand to strike Lydia across her already bruised face. Before her hand could come down however, a small leather pouch came flying through the window and landed at their feet. Her mother picked it up and opened it, smiling at the coins inside, only Lydia seemed concerned that the pouch was covered in blood.

 The next night as Lydia cooked dinner for her family, a knock came at the door. Her mother went over and answered it thinking it was another of her gentlemen, but as she opened it her jaw dropped, for there stood who would become known as her master, Lord Enosa. Lord Enosa was well known and greatly feared in the land, he had wealth, power, and soldiers at his disposal. Some said he was a vampire, others a warlock in league with the devil himself, and yet others said worse. The only thing that was known as fact was that even the king feared Enosa, and would often go to great lengths to keep him pleased. No bishop or pope would speak out against him, and no knight ever dared to challenge him.

 Lydias' mother quickly invited him in, and offered him food and wine, both of which he refused. He informed them that he had a business proposition for them. He offered her mother a large chest filled with gold coins, and a place on his land with a generous field. The family’s hardship was over. In return Lydia would come and live with him at his castle, be given a comfortable bed, and generous food, there she would be expected to play music for his entertainment nightly, and dine with him in the evenings. Before Lydia could even begin to protest her mother agreed, and within a very short hour, she was in the back of a carriage with all her belongings and on her way to the lords’ castle, some three days ride.

 For months the routine was the same, she would awake in the late morning with her breakfast already waiting for her in her chambers. Three handmaidens, none of which would speak to Lydia or meet her gaze, would attend to her, brushing her hair with the finest of combs, dressing her in the finest of gowns, and anointing her body in the sweetest of fragrances. She had never known such luxury. Although she found the luxury to be quite lovely, something seemed to unnerve her about it. Often she would ask the handmaidens why they were attending her, was she not just another servant of the lord’s? Still they would never reply. Sometimes she would ask if the lord wished her to become his bride, but still they would not reply. One time she demanded that they stop and that she would not allow them to continue if they did not answer her questions, only that one time did she ever hear any of them speak.

 The eldest of the three stepped forward and grabbed Lydias' arm with such force she feared her arm might break, and the woman simply said, “He prefers to be called the master, not the lord. You are to do what is commanded of you, as are we all.” The ferocity in the woman’s eyes frightened Lydia far more than her grip had and never did she try to refuse the attentions of her handmaidens again.

 After she was properly dressed, her lunch would be served upon the forward balcony, which provided her with a fantastic view of the Black Forrest in which the castle resided. After which one of the large brutish guards would lead her to the great hall for her to practice her harp until Enosa would call for her.

Often, shortly after sunset he would call her outside to the gardens to play for him. When the weather was too cold or too wet, he would have her meet him in the cathedral. There she would play for him as he wished, rarely would he even speak, only just sit there motionless, watching her every movement.

Finally, dinner would be served and they would move into the dinning hall. There, three places sat, one setting at each head of the table and her placed in the middle. However only her plate and the head opposite of Enosa would be filled. Enosa always exclaimed that he had already dinned earlier. Only once did she ask about the other seat, to which Enosa replied that it was no one that should concern her, if he wished to join them he would have. Again, Lydia would eat in silence, occasionally stealing quick glances at the empty seat, wondering, hoping, that someday she would meet its owner, praying that someone would talk to her. 

The day she fled the castle; as she sat out on the balcony eating her lunch of wine, cheese and bread, she noticed a man on horseback riding towards the keep. He was tall like the master, his hair also long, but unlike the master, was pulled back into a ponytail. His features resembled that of Enosas’ however he seemed happier and more lighthearted as he rode towards the castle. His cloak was open showing the blue tunic he wore underneath, and upon his belt sat a fine long sword, with a gleaming reddish hilt. She watched as he rode up, and as the guards without even a word grabbed his horse by the reigns for him as he dismounted and strode in. That evening she was never called from the great room until it was time for dinner. Once in the dinning hall she saw that Enosa sat awaiting her, only this time only hers and his places at the table were sat. As the cook made his way around the table Enosa grabbed him by the arm and demanded, “Why hasn’t his place been sat as well? You know the rules; he will be very displeased if his plate has not been prepared for him.”

To which the alarmed cook shook nervously and finally spoke; “Master he has retuned and has demanded that his plate be brought to his chambers.”

Enosa released the cook’s arm, and seemed obviously alarmed by the news. “You will not play this night girl. After you have finished your meal, you shall go to your chambers. I shall see you again shortly.” With that, Enosa stood and left the hall.

That night Lydia did as he commanded and returned to her chambers, and after her bath, she dressed in one of her nightgowns and nestled into her bed. However just before she fell asleep her chamber door opened and in walked the master. He wore only his robe and leggings, and silently crawled into her bed. His cold hand began to run up her thigh and he let out a slight sigh as he reached the warmth between her legs. Immediately with out thinking she sat upright and slapped him across his face, then lunged out of her bed stopping only long enough to pick up a small hand mirror and throw it at him, before fleeing her room.

However, Enosa caught a hold of her wrist as she entered the hall and slapped her across her face. With out so much as a word her drug her from the hall and down to his study, where he tossed her aside as if she was only made of hay. He quickly and deftly removed his cat-o-ninetails from the wall, and as he spun around brought it thrashing down upon her. She wailed in pain and tried to roll away from it, but he continued to beat her. Repeatedly it came down across her back, her chest, striking hard against the flesh on her ass, and thighs. Soon the red welts from the flogging gave way to crimson streaks of blood. Lydia screamed out in pain from the whipping, and finally he stopped.

“Stupid, insolent wretch, I am your master, and if I wish to lay in your bed then you shall be happy to pleasure me.” And with a snort he walked out. Lydia waited a short while listening for him to return, but all she heard was the roar of the fire. And so she slowly, and painfully got up and opened the door peaking out. Out in the hall all was quiet and still, she saw no one and nothing.

She ran out into the hall, dashed down the stairs, and raced for one of the rear entrances pushing over one of the servants as she tried to stop her. Lydia ran out into the night and down into the woods, but soon was overcome by the darkness and the cold. However, her heart raced and she continued to run as thorns and briars tore at her nightgown and her skin. Behind her, she could hear the sounds of the guards and their hounds chasing after her. She fell hitting her head hard on a sharp rock drawing blood, but she got up and continued to run. In the darkness, she lost sight of where she was going and got caught by a strong branch across her chest knocking the wind out of her and laying her to the ground, but again she got up and continued to run, while the guards and the hounds got closer still. Finally, she fell once more over a small embankment, through a patch of briars, which ripped most of her nightgown off her, and into a freezing creek. This time as she tried to get up a large hand grabbed a hold of her by the hair and lifted her up. The guards had a hold of her and as she begged them not too, they began to drag her back to the castle, silently.

Slowly Lydia awoke cold, shivering and naked. As she tried to stand up, she found her arms chained above her head, and her legs bound to the floor by iron straps. Above her, in the small, dimly lit, room hung more manacles, chained collars, and straps. Beside her was a long wooden table with leather restraints. In the middle of the floor was an iron drain, and she noticed small traces of blood around it. There was no door, and no window, only a small fire in the far corner, that had red hot rods sticking out of it. The air was damp and cool, and smelled strangely of blood, sex, and smoke.

Suddenly she jerked as she heard the click of a latch and a hidden door with in the far wall opened. Enosa walked in, and stood over her grinning.

“You thought I had such terrible intentions before girl. Well I shall tell you now that I did not. I wished to lie with you yes. And maybe make you my bride. However, you would not have that. Therefore, now you shall see that my mind has indeed turned terrible towards you.”

Lydia opened her mouth to beg for her life, but was quickly silenced by a wave of Enosa’s hand. 

“There is no need for you to speak, I do not wish your life dear one, at least not yet. I desire something far more valuable from you, your screams!”

 With one single smooth motion, Enosa removed his cat of nine tails hidden from with in his belt. “It seemed to me that I wasn’t done showing you my prowess with the whip yet girl.” He rose up and brought the cat down again, this time striking her across her feet repeatedly. Lydia screamed out with every strike, and each time she did so it only seemed to push him on. Then he began to move the whip up higher on her flesh, striking her already sore and scratched thighs. She tried to pull away but the iron straps held her tightly in place. She began to beg for him to stop, pleading to him that she would do anything he asked. Finally in mid-strike he let the lash fall short.

 “Oh I agree you will do anything I so wish. You will fulfill my every whim, my every dark sinister desire. And it matters little if you want it or not, I shall force you to do it.” Enosa smiled and placed the cat on his hip once again. Then he reached down and produced a key out of his pocket. Slowly he inserted the key into a small hidden keyhole at the base of the iron straps that held her legs in place. There was a click, and rather than her legs being freed, the iron shackles came loose from the ground. He reached up and attached a hooked chain onto the shackles, and with his other hand began to pull on a chain that hung from the ceiling. As he pulled the chain, her legs were raised higher and higher until her feet were eye level.

 “Is it because you are a virgin that you refused me? Well we shall have to take care of that.” And with those words he placed a leather saddle below her. Welded onto the saddle was a silver and ivory rod, shaped to look like a nine-inch phallus.

Her eyes widened as she saw the device, “Please master no, I beg of you, please.”

But Enosa was not to be moved by her pleas, “You have no choice. You wished to not be deflowered by my member, then this contraption shall deflower you.” He ran his fingers over her wounds pooling some of the blood onto his hand and then reached down below her and poured the blood onto the phallus. Then with a sneer, he reached to the right of her, grabbed a weighted stone, and placed it on her stomach, before he began to lower her. Slowly the chains lowered her entire body until she was just hovering over the saddle, its blood covered dick, waiting with endless patience.

“Would you choose my cock over the cold unforgiving one below you?” and before she could speak, Enosa laughed and said “Too late.” He then released his grip and she fell onto the prick, the weight of the stone carrying her down forcing her to take its entire length. Lydia screamed in agony as it ripped into her. Her insides felt like they were on fire, and her stomach warned her that she might vomit. She was stretched well beyond her limits, and writhed in pain. Enosa just continued to laugh at her. Then he began to tug and pull on the chains that held her body forcing her to bob up and down.

“I think you might learn to enjoy a good hard fuck.”

Lydia continued to scream and gasp with each movement seeming like an eternity of endless agony. Her breaths coming to her in ragged quick pulses. After a while he stopped playing with the chains, and began to kick the saddle violently instead, forcing the fake cock deeper into her. Finally, with one last hard kick, Lydia fell back into unconsciousness. 

Lydia came to a short time later; she found her self chained, face down, and bent over the wooden table. She could feel someone lightly touching her, rubbing her  slowly and gently. At first, the feeling startled her and she tried to leap up, however, a strong firm hand held her down, and she soon realized that she was enjoying the light sensations

A gentle voice came from behind her; “He really worked you over. That son of a bitch never cared about who or what he hurts just as long as he gets his entertainment.”

Lydia looked back behind her, and saw the man from morning before. At first glance he looked much like the master and could probably pass for him. His hair was dark, and long, this time left down rather than back into a ponytail, and his broad nose and jaw were identical to Enosa; however, his eyes were a brilliant blue. In addition, there was just something warmer about him, kinder, gentler.

She looked back at his from over her shoulder, embarrassed at her positioning. “What are you doing to me? Who are you?”

He just smiled calmly and held up a small jar, “Don’t worry, it’s a healing salve, it will help you. Look at your wounds from his lash. And my name is Albrecht.”

Sondra gasped as she heard his name. Just as much as the name Enosa was feared across the land, so the name Sir Albrecht was revered. Almost every village and town for miles around had a story to tell of his noble and generous actions. From feeding cold and starving families, to hunting monsters, to stopping barbarian raids. Often children would be entertained with stories of Sir Albrecht and his long sword, around the hearths at night by their fathers, and her father was no exception. 

She looked at her arms where some of her welts and cuts had been, although the skin was still red it had healed considerably. She turned back to Albrecht, “Please, free me sir. Please I beg of you, I have heard of you, your kindness and deeds are legend.”

He stopped applying the salve to her, and looked down at the ground sadly; “I’m sorry dear girl, I can’t. I cannot and I will not betray my brother. But I shall do what I can for you, when I can.”

Lydia began to sob, “Your Brother? Oh dear god how can a man be so evil! Please, sir you have to free me, you must!”

He just looked down and shook his head, “I’m sorry but I cannot. I am unable to betray him and him me. If I could, I would have destroyed him long ago. We are tethered together he and I. However, I swear to you I will find a way to free you. Nevertheless, you must know something. My brother seeks to break you, to shatter your spirit. Do not let him, whatever happens, whatever horrors you face, never give up hope.” He stood up, replaced the lid back onto the salve, and leaned down and lightly kissed her on the forehead. Her pulse began to race, and with out warning a gentle sigh escaped her lips. “Never give up hope. Hope will keep you alive.” With those words, he was gone.

Much later Lydia was startled by the sound of the hidden door opening. In walked Enosa, tall and proud. His long robe draped over his shoulders. “Hello Lydia So I hear you have met my brother.” He spoke as walked up, and inspected the light scars from where the grievous lashing had been. “Hmmm and it seems you have healed up nicely. Very well girl, last night was merely an introduction, tonight your real lessons shall begin. Last night, a brutal fake prick stole your virginity, now tonight you shall learn how to enjoy a real one or two... or more.” Enosa reached over to a rope by the door and pulled on it, a deep bell rang, and once again, the door opened. This time nine of the guardsmen marched in. He looked at them and gave a silent nod, “Enjoy her.”

Lydia watched in horror as the guards began to strip, their cruel intentions obvious from their grins. She tried to move but the chains held her firmly bent over, every hole open to them.

One of the guards wasted no time and immediately came up behind her and forced his hardness into her. She gasped at his girth as he pushed harder and harder into her. As she opened her mouth to let out a cry, another guard shoved himself into her mouth. She tried to pull back but he placed his hand on the back of her head and pushed her down. She gagged as he went deeper into her throat, her eyes clamped shut, as the tears began to well. Rough hands roamed her breasts, grabbed her throat, and fingers forced their way into her exposed ass.

A guard found his way under her and began to suck on one of her nipples, and the guard deep within her, exploded with orgasm, filling her with his seed. The guard below her replaced his member deep into her, as the other slipped out, his thrusts fast and violent, hammering away at her. 

She felt the fingers in her ass pull away for a second, and then she felt a swollen prick press itself up against her. Lydia steeled herself for what was about to happen. She felt the warm wetness as the guard spit onto her behind. As he began to press forward, the man under her finished, and it began to pour out of her. As he slid out, the guard behind her forced his way in. Her eyes opened wide, as her insides felt full and pinched. A guard buried his cock down her throat, and began to twitch as she felt him unload; as he pulled back, he continued to shoot.

For hours, the guards continued to use her. They filled every hole in her body time and time again. Their seed coated her face, her breasts, it poured down her thighs from her. Her throat although raw was thoroughly coated in the taste of men.

Finally, they got dressed and left, all that remained was she, and Enosa. “Was that fun for you girl?” He walked forward and placed two fingers up against her clit. Although her pussy was very tender and sore, her body still immediately reacted to his skillful hands. “I asked you a question, did you enjoy that?”

His fingers continued to play with her, twirling in circles. She tried to hold back, but soon began to quiver as the sensation started to rush over her.

“Did You Enjoy That?” His fingers quickly slid into her and began to press foreword, the feeling was too much and soon Lydia shook with orgasm, the waves continued to roll over her as she gushed out onto the floor. She screamed out, “Yes master, I enjoyed it.”

He just laughed and began to walk away. She looked at his leaving and said in surprise, “You’re not going to use me as well sir?” Enosa just stopped short, and spoke softly without turning around, “You didn’t want my prick remember girl.” He then shut the door and continued down the hallway.

The next day Albrecht never arrived, but that night Enosa once again returned. “Tonight my dear girl you learn a new lesson; humility.” Enosa freed her from the table. She fell to the floor, the first time she had been able to move in over a day. Her muscles ached and were sore; however, he shackled her wrists behind her, and placed a bar behind her back that locked her head into forty-five degree angle, and then quickly yanked her to her feet. He then placed a collar around her neck along with a long chain leash, but otherwise left her naked. Her breasts exposed and thrust out before her. He led her out of the cell and into the castle. There he paraded her through out the castle walls before leading her out into the night. They crossed the grounds and stepped into the stables.

Inside he led her to the farthest stable back. There stood a magnificent black stallion; its dark ebony coat gleamed in the torch light. Enosa thrust her down onto the dirty ground, her eyes widened at the sight of the horse.

“Pleasure him.”

She began to stammer as he pushed her under the mighty beast. “Please master no, please.”

“I said PLEASURE HIM!” He thrust her head forward, pushing her face up against the huge member. Lydia slowly opened her mouth, and pushed out her tongue. Licking the beast along the shaft, she licked her way up to the head, and then the horse took a step forward, forcing her mouth to open so wide it threatened to tear. Its massive head forced its way, filling her mouth.

“Use your hands girl, don’t be afraid.”

She grabbed it with both hands and began to slide them up and down its girth, and pulled her mouth away, strings of her spit trailed behind her. Enosa pushed her head back towards the cock. She once again began to suck on the tip, allowing her tongue to drift along the head. Her hands began to pump faster, as she tried to take the massive head into her mouth.

Just then, he pulled her out from under the horse and in one motion flipped her onto her knees.

“Do you know what my dear girl, I do believe my horse would like nothing more than to fuck you till you die!” He laughed sadistically as he forced two of his fingers into her. He grabbed onto her hair and pulled her head back, while forcing her to take three fingers deep into her. “What do you think of that girl?”

She gasped out, “Please master no, do whatever you want to me! Please sir, you use me, not your steed!”

His fingers began move faster, and she could feel her excitement begin to rise. His hand released her hair and found its way down to her breast. “What did you say? I couldn’t hear you girl, you must speak louder.”

Lydia gasped again, her breaths coming short and ragged. “Please use me master!  Don’t make me take the horse.”

All of a sudden he stopped. “You dirty little slut. You filthy wretch! You want it then by all means I SHALL use you!”

He grabbed her by the shackles and led her out into the night and back into the castle. There he took her into the great hall. Unbeknownst to her there was a large party of people. Although she recognized none of them she could tell by the expensive gowns, and long regal cloaks that they were far from commoners. Up she was led to the balcony, where Enosa roughly pushed her up against the railing, while everyone watched below. Without saying a word, he entered her from behind, thrusting deep with in. Almost instantly, the juices began to flow from her. She yelped as he began to pound into her, slamming with more and more force.

She opened her eyes and saw the people below all laughing, and sneering at her as they watched Enosa take her. One of his hands grabbed her hip. Lydia couldn’t hold back any longer, she bit her lip so hard it drew blood, as she came in front of all the gathered guests.

He pulled back out of her and pushed her down to her knees before him. He quickly grabbed her by the back of her head, and pushed her mouth down onto him. She was barely ably to get half of him into her mouth before she started to gag. She reached up with her hands and started to run them along the shaft as she sucked. With in seconds her mouth was being filled. It started to run out of the corners of her mouth and down her chin, she had no choice but to swallow, and to continue to swallow.

Finally, he led her back out of the party, and down to her cell. Lydia did all she could to keep the tears back. Enosa tossed her back into the cell, not bothering to tie her up, or restrain her. With not even so much as a word, he shut the door.

The next morning she awoke in a large warm bed, covered in fine furs. She sat up quickly. The room was very large, with two grand windows over looking the country side, and a large balcony. A large fireplace dominated the far wall, while the fur of a strange stripped creature she didn’t recognize, covered the stone wall to her right.

“Calm down, I brought you here,” came the cool relaxing voice of Albrecht as he stepped in to the room. Lydia turned towards him and pulled the furs tightly around her naked chest.   

“Forgive me, I had found these clothes for you, I hope they fit.” He held up a long blue gown.

“Thank you. Why did you bring me here? Am I free?”

Albrecht looked down and shook his head. “Sadly no, you are not. I rode to the ancient cathedral yesterday and researched our curse. Forgive me my lady but I have failed to find a way to free you from him.”

Lydias’ eyes began to well with tears and her head fell into her hands, “No dear sir I have failed you. The monster has turned me into a whore. He has passed me around his guards, used me in front of your good guests, and even made me please his horse. But what is truly terrible is, he made me like it! I’ve become a harlot!”

He came and sat beside her taking her head and pushing it up against his chest. “You are no harlot or whore. What he has done is truly dastardly. But you have been so strong.”

Lydia pulled back, “Have you not heard me, I enjoyed it! I enjoyed being a whore!”

 Albrecht sighed, “Enjoyed what, sex? Sex is no terrible curse, nor is it some heinous crime. Sex is one of the few pleasures we are allowed on this world. You are no whore, you are a girl who has attracted the interest of a fiend. His powers over your mind have forced you to find pleasure in his tortures; however, you have also attracted the affections of an angel.

He leaned forward and pressed his lips against hers, Lydia began to melt into his arms as her passions began to swell. Her heart began to race, the blood rushed to her head, as his strong hands roamed over her shoulders and down her back. She pressed herself more into him, feeling his heat.

They lay down onto the bed; his hands pulled the furs down, exposing her naked flesh. She continued to kiss him as he slid on top of her, their tongues intertwined as he thrust into her. She cried out, and kissed his neck as her hands ran through his hair.

“Oh dear god!” she moaned as his thrusts grew, his hips grinding into her.

Suddenly she burst into orgasm, his grinding continued to grow more and more, as his thrusts became deeper and deeper. He let out a load groan, and shut his eyes tight as she felt him twitch deep inside her. Soon he released inside her.

As they lay there, he smiled and gazed into her eyes, “Was that so terrible of a thing? Dear Lydia, I must confess, I believe I am falling in love with you.”

She smiled warmly back at him, “Oh Albrecht, you have made my heart race since I first saw you. I love you too!”

The two lovers continued to lay there and held each other for hours.

“What shall we do about Master Enosa?” She asked finally breaking the silence.

“I am going to go and speak with him. I will force him to let you come to me.”

“But you cannot betray him.”

“And nor can he betray me. We are unable to fight or kill each other, however there are many ways to convince a man, no matter foul he may be.”

Shortly before sunset, Albrecht was dressed and left to go and face Enosa. Lydia washed up and got dressed in the gown.

After a while the door opened however, it was not Albrecht who walked in, but rather Enosa. He walked over to Lydia proudly, his long robe flowing behind him as he walked. His boots thumped on the cold stone floor with each step.

“So my dear brother tells me that he simply has to have you. That he loves you and you him. That the two of you have already slept in the same bed and shared flesh.”

 Lydia began to sob and quake under his fierce gaze. “Yes Master it is all true. I do love Sir Albrecht.”

He began to laugh with such coldness Lydia could not help but shiver. “Very well girl, you love him, he loves you, and the two of you should be together.”

Her eyes widened at his words.

“However you must do something for me. I will make you a bargain, a deal of sorts. By day you may have him, the two of you may enjoy each other in every way. By night you shall belong to me, for what ever desire I so have for you. All you have to do is sell me your soul.”

Lydia gasped, “What master, Albrecht will never accept this. He would never share me with another man!”

“Foolish girl, how little you know. The time for masquerades is past.”

Lydia watched as Enosa began to change. He grew taller, horns sprouted from his head curving upward, His teeth sharpened and fangs dropped down. His nails grew long, black, and sharp. The shadows behind him solidified into a pair of dark, gigantic wings.

The demon Enosa, just laughed when Lydia screamed at the sight of him. “It is not nor ever was your flesh that I was after. It was your very soul. I could see the purity in you, the beauty, and the tenderness. I wanted your soul a long time ago, but was content to wait. My brother will not accept my deal, your right about that. He will seek to make a bargain with me as well. He will gather me a hundred more souls just for your one.”

He leaned down looking her right in the eye as he spoke. “Make your choice dear girl, either sell your weak little soul and you’ll get to see your dear beloved every day, and someday in the future you two will be able to be together for eternity. Or refuse my offer and you shall never see him again. I will take you to the deepest cavern in these lands and leave you at the bottom to be forgotten.”

Lydia couldn’t see any option, she knew Enosa was speaking the truth, she knew he had no reason to not drop her into a cave. She also realized what this had all become, maybe even been the entire time. Enosa had used her to gain control over Albrecht. She wondered if she could live with her self.

“Just think girl, you will have him by day, and who knows maybe one day he will earn your soul and you shall be free of me forever. Make your choice.”

Lydia slowly nodded, “I only pray he can forgive me for what I’m about to do. Yes Master Enosa, I will sell you my soul, I accept your bargain.”

Lydia awoke much later, again in Albrecht’s’ large soft bed. As she tried to sit up, Albrecht held her down by the shoulder. “Shh my love, you must rest. Not every human can survive what you have gone through.”

She began to cry as she looked in his eyes, “I’m so sorry Albrecht, please forgive me.”

“Do not cry my love. You have done what you must. Now I must do what I must to free you. I know of Enosa’s plan, and his intentions. He has played his hand very, very well. I have been left with little choice.”

She wrapped herself around him, “What does he wish of you?”

Albrecht sighed, “One thousand, I must reap him a thousand souls, enough souls to stain mine. Only then will he release you. I shall go out at night and hunt the souls he so seeks.”

“You know that he will come for me when you are gone.” She whispered.

“Yes I know it’s to make me hurry with my task. The longer I take, the worse he will get with you.”

 Lydia looked at Albrecht long and hard until finally he asked her what she was thinking about. “I was just curious, if he is a demon sent from Hell, then are you one as well?”

 Albrecht just shook his head, “No my love I am no demon. Our mother was an angel, but our father was a demon. He captured her and forced himself upon her. She became pregnant with twins, but the blood of the two races was never meant to mix, and so Enosa was born with our fathers’ mark, just as I was born with our mothers. Thus we are locked together he and I, forever to battle each other yet never able to actually harm the other, a curse the two of us share.”

The two of them held on to each other through out the day, laughing, and talking. But all too soon the light began to fade, and soon Albrecht put on his armor, kissed Lydia, and promised to return for her at day break.

As the moon rose in the sky, the darkness over took the land, and the air started to gain its nightly chill. Lydia heard the faint sound of a bell coming from below, and felt a tug deep within her heart. She sighed, and bowed her head. I’m coming master, I’ll always be coming to you when you call.    

© I Z G 2010

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 Ah Good Ol Collerme.com. So often I leave this site saying I'll never bother with it again, and yet still I always find myself drawn back.

 Odd how life works out. Well now here I am, living in Hollywood, making my literary dreams into reality. Its been one hell of a trip to get here. Up's, and down's, and a whole lot of twists, but I made it. I have found my home. I guess now all I really want is someone to spend it with. I find it funny how before I usually had someone, but all I ever wanted was success. And now I have my success, but find myself to be lonely. Hahaha never satisfied.

 I have evaluated it though and realized part of my problem. I love Hollywood, however I don't match the people here. I have heart, I have soul, I am real to myself and others, and it is because of those three reasons, that I find that I don't fit in. But I refuse to change. Let them be the heartless masses, I shall not walk among them. I would rather be alone than pretend to be someone I am not.

 Well it is beautiful outside, and I think I should take advantage of it. So I am going to go running, and then probably go hit the beach. Get out for a little while, it'll be good for me.