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’ She
possesses me. She is the evil that infects the night. I’m
her reaper, finding those worthy of her consumption. This is
how she feeds. This is how she survives. Perhaps this is my
sentence. For what crime, I know not. All that I am is what
she allows me to be. Until the curse is broken, I’m her
servant, stealing souls so that I too may live.
“Kole.”
Lilith beckons me to her chamber nestled beneath the natural
world. It’s dark, cold, and unforgiving. It exists
everywhere, nowhere.
I go to
her. Her ashen gray skin glows in the dim light of candles
surrounding her throne. Blood red eyes sear through me. When
I meet her gaze, I’m powerless to disobey.
“The night
has promise. I feel a stirring in the city of London. Fetch
me a soul, darker than last.” Her sheer robe tugs her
voluptuous curves as she shifts seductively in the
ram-horned throne.
“By your
wish, master.”
“Make it
two, one of each.”
Male and
female she means. Shuddering, I retreat from her chamber.
The frigid stone passage leading to my cell contains the
imprints of the souls I’ve taken for the demon. Thousands
dust the walls. They forever remain to remind me what I’ve
become, all that I’ve done.
Stalking
souls requires no modern weaponry. I have the Talisman of
Dark Souls to call upon when I reap. Lilith cannot touch it,
only controls he who wields it. She cannot succumb to its
power either. Perhaps she has no soul to steal.
With the
talisman, I can transport to the bleakest parts of the
natural world. I hate these places as much as Lilith and her
prison, but it is the only way I can escape her, even for
mere moments. The cursed charm seeks out evil, places heavy
with despair, but tonight I heed Lilith’s orders,
materializing in a bustling human city.
The dank
alleyway drips with rain. Broken glass, puddles of urine,
refuse from the human world clutters my steps. It’d be
simpler to strip souls from human prisons, but Lilith
requires them fresh, for they have more energy.
Humans move
past me oblivious to my presence. I breathe them in to
determine the nature of their souls. Most shine with light,
peaceful, calming, ordinary. Absorbing even a hint of good
forces sickness into my body for I cannot touch the light
while cursed. However, it never takes long to find souls
crusted with black. They run amok across the Earth.
Evil draws
me from the alley. Taverns, bookshops, and eateries stir
with nighttime patrons. I weave through the crowd, paying no
mind to all around me. Everything in the natural world comes
to me in shades of gray. I couldn’t admire their beauty even
if I wished to.
A strong
black soul invades me, strengthening my body, demanding my
attention. On the surface, the human appears to be like any
other. He wears casual clothing of his time, but his soul is
old, sinister, and abominable.
I follow.
He leads me
through London taking me past nightclubs with scantily clad
females, lustful males, lost and lonely souls. He too
searches for prey. Anger taints his heart. Hate drives him
further. When he is alone, I strike, using the talisman to
tear the wicked spirit from his body. He feels no pain, for
that comes later when Lilith devours him.
Now, I must
find a female. They’re harder to find, but more satisfying
to my master. Keeping a tight grip around the talisman, I
resume my efforts among the packs of human nightwalkers.
They’re abundant, joyful, and alive. Staying hidden is
simple for I’m a shadow, the humans cannot see me.
I stand on
the corner of a busy street, inhaling the scent of souls
growing sicker. The evil inside me isn’t as strong as the
light. I sense a dark female. Her anger has tainted her
heart, her soul. She is adrift in an ocean of uncertainty.
Taking a
female soul prays upon my mind for they’re givers of life,
sacred, worthy of worship. They shouldn’t be stripped of
their souls unless they are as black as night. The one I
follow won’t satisfy my master, there is good within.
I don’t
take her; instead, I search for another male, hoping to find
a strong one to appease Lilith.
“Your
souls, master.” I bow my head, offering the talisman by its
iron chain.
“You fail
me yet again, slave.” Her icy tone isn’t lost on me. I know
what she will do and accept my fate. The penalty serves to
arouse her rather than torture me. She knows my inhuman
threshold for pain. Obediently, I strip the tattered tunic
from my body. She purrs, elegantly rising from her death
chair. With a swipe of her hand, she tacks me to the wall,
arms pinned above my head, chained by invisible, unbreakable
bonds. She comes to me, her black tongue sliding along
garnet lips.
When she
touches me, her evil turns me to granite. I absorb the
sinful lust for death and destruction, for it’s the only way
to survive the beatings. Finger-like claws rip at the flesh
of my chest. She licks the black blood oozing from the
wound, instantly arousing my body. I despise her.
“You taste
of light, Kole, why do you not heed me.”
“Forgive
me.”
Lilith
slaps me, drawing blood from my lip. Her mouth consumes
mine, a serpent’s kiss of need. She strips the leggings,
rendering me nude, hard, ready for her use. After she takes
her rage out with her claws, I burn with lust. The
punishment continues with a flail, puncturing holes into my
battle-ridden body. When I go limp in my phantom chains, she
walks away. Not from the damage do I falter, it is from
want. The more she beats me, touches me, or tastes me, the
more my body wants her. Pleasure and pain are one. This is
how she controls me.
“These
souls will do. Best you be healed upon my return.”
“By your
wish, master.”
The demon
leaves me bound, unable to find my release. From the
darkness, I hear the shrieks of the liberated souls as she
feeds. The excruciating shrieks fill my veins with black
ice. I become engorged with ruthless desire.
Lilith
takes her time with the souls, taunting me for I feel them
growing stronger inside her. Once the screams falter and
she’s full, she returns to me, ready to take her pleasure.
Her naked
form radiates with darkness. Were it not for her gray skin
and crimson eyes, she could be human.
“The males’
essences will save you from further thrashing. They were
quite strong.” Lilith slinks across the room, her breasts
high and full, jostle ever so slightly. Raven hair sweeps
the ground in her wake. The sway of her hips begins to
hypnotize me. I cannot turn away. “Speak your desire,
slave.”
“Release,
master.”
“How?”
Meeting her
gaze stiffens my body. She is ripe with need, overflowing
with malevolence, and her aroma suffocates the air around
me. I do not answer. Lilith will do as she wants. Closer she
comes. Her acid breath contaminates my skin. The vile souls
she consumed writhe through her, mocking my declining will.
When she
touches me, I die a hundred more deaths. I want. I crave. I
loathe this curse. Evil should not breed pleasure. Clenching
my jaw brings no respite yet draws an ominous laugh from her
throat.
“Oh, Kole,
will you ever learn? Do you touch the light hoping to save
yourself?”
“No,
master.”
“Then why
torment yourself and absorb them?”
“To find
your dark ones.” My lie brings a razor-sharp smile to her
face. Light Sickness reminds me I’m alive—or once was and
helps me to remember that there is goodness left in the
natural world. A hope I cling to every moment of every day
of my pathetic existence.
“Then you
suffer for me?”
“No,
master.”
Her cold
fingers seize my length. I cannot stifle the groan. My hips
push forward greedily against my resolve. Lilith strokes me,
forcing a cry from my lips.
“My shadow
stalker, you ache so much, yes?”
“Yes,” I
hiss. She removes her hand, leaving me more inflamed, and
trails a single fingerclaw up my abdomen.
“Do you
want me?” I will not answer. Lilith stabs her claw into my
chest fully aware what the pain will do to me. Shutting my
eyes infuriates the demon. She wails into me with fists of
steel cracking bones in my jaw. The phantom chains free me;
I collapse to the ground. After she kicks me back, Lilith
straddles my stomach. Her arousal is thick and moist against
my skin. My betraying body hardens doubly. I do not want
her, this cursed body does. “Do you want me?”
“Yes,
master.”
She strikes
me, knowing I lie. “You will look at me, slave.”
I obey.
Lilith
grins as she cups my face. Her tongue slips between my lips.
Fingerclaws fondle my erection with no mercy. She presses
her flesh to mine drenching me in darkness, filling me with
strength, and tempting me with pleasure.
“Touch me,”
she moans.
The shock
of her words halts me. I never touch her for it only serves
to fortify the pleasure and pain I must endure. Staring into
her face churns my insides, but I must comply.
“By your
wish, master,” I reply and cup her breast. Lilith grunts,
tilting her head upward as she slides against my groin. She
lifts her hips, taking me in. The demon is taut, cool, yet
inviting. My thumb passes over the tight black nipple. Her
walls tighten. Bile fills my throat even as I delve inside
her.
Lilith
scrapes me with her fingerclaws and bites my flesh. Thought
escapes me, instinct transcends. I grab her other breast as
she rides me harder, faster. The demon’s breathing
increases, sharp quick gasps, and deep mewling moans.
Fire blazes
between our bodies.
Tainted
bliss cuts into my heart. Finding my release through this
demon is worse than the curse that made me hers. When I near
the apex of my own undoing, Lilith stops to gaze down at me.
Only with her permission am I allowed to climax. She does
not give it freely or easily.
“Do you
remember being a man, slave?” Lilith rises slowly,
retreating from my aching body.
“No,
master.” I’m man no longer. The curse has rendered me
useless to all but Lilith. Only she can sustain me, fuel me,
and keep me alive. I do not eat or sleep. I reap souls for
my supper. Her body is the buffet. That is all I’ve known
for an eternity.
“Surely, it
has not been so long…”
“I have no
memory, master.”
“But you
see the humans in the natural world, yes?” she says,
stroking me, bringing me to the brink once more.
“Yes.”
“Join with
me as humans do, slave.”
Again, her
words stun me.
Lilith
reveals a coy smile reserved for someone far more innocent.
She turns, rocking her hips as she walks toward her
bedchamber. Devil eyes flash black as she vanishes from
sight. The demon’s arousal causes an agonizing contraction
throughout my body. I’m defenseless to resist.
I follow.
Dark velvet
curtains hang on the windowless walls. Candles line a path
to her silk-covered bed. She lay on her back, midnight hair
spilling around her human-like figure. I know she is demon
but my body doesn’t care. I exist for her; the curse has
made it so.
“For
tonight you are man, I am woman. You may have me as you
wish.”
These
aren’t the words I long to hear. I care not to be a man with
the likes of her, yet I draw nearer. I hover near her bed.
Her hand falls to the black curls atop her mound. The want
in her eyes, the evil seeping through her makes me weak with
lust I cannot ignore.
Hesitation
stills me.
“I will
punish you further, slave. Join with me.”
“Anyway I
wish?” I dare speak.
“Yes,” she
coos.
When I
kneel on the bed, Lilith sits up to meet my eyes. I hate
her. I need her. I will give her no pleasure only take my
own.
“Turn
over.”
She
complies; a smirk slips to her mouth. I lift her hips,
drawing her to her knees. Her demon body calls to me. The
slick tight folds between her legs dominate my senses. The
darkness within her knows my weakness.
“Kole,” her
plea pierces my ears like blades.
I drive
into her harshly, she cries with delight. I don’t want her
to enjoy it so I impale her furiously. The demon-bitch
screams, pushing back against me. Grabbing her hair, I jerk
back as I slam into her, ravenous for what she can give me.
Her panting taunts me. She never speaks.
Lilith
bucks, her wicked walls constrict and tempt my resolve.
Bliss bounds through her constantly. Still she offers me
none. My control cannot falter and the pain I suffer holding
back increases the pleasure. A viscous cycle I live every
day.
My erection
throbs. I plunge deeper, Lilith cries for more. Devil! I
seize her hips as I pierce her with the brutal force of my
own black soul. Again, she screams, the ecstasy thick in her
voice. I hate her. I need her. Release me.
“Kole,” she
gasps, “let me see your face.”
Teeth
clench. I wish not to meet her gaze so I drill myself
through her depths. Release me!
“I will
give you one day.” Her words stall me. Lilith turns her
head. If I look at her, I must do whatever she requires. If
I do not, she will leave me erect with no hope for climax.
Before the demon can spout her curses, I met her eyes. “One
day in the natural world for one night of…”
She cannot
even say it, for she does not understand. The demon has
never felt love. The pleasure we derive comes from darkness,
pain, hatred, and all the emotions that makes a heart and
soul black as the void of space. I understand what she
craves. Yet, for even one hour of freedom, I would trade the
remnants of my soul.
“Lovemaking,” I finish, feeling the conflict within my mind.
Lilith moves to the head of the bed. Once more, she takes a
submissive position as she did when I first arrived.
“Yes.
Lovemaking in exchange for a day in the human realm, have we
an accord?”
“We do.”
I move
closer, palming the bed as I crawl above her. Nausea,
repulsion, and loathing fill me. Lilith reaches up, wraps
her arms around my neck. She draws me near. Flesh singes.
I’m
forsaken.
Mouths
collide. I slide into her. My eyes shut, unable to bear her
face. She claws my back; her legs wrap around my hips. I
picture a human woman to help fight back the grotesque
notions of what I’m doing. Yet I want more. I tongue her
neck; she tastes of salt and decay. My hands caress her
curves. Lilith holds me closer, tighter, with false care and
desire. I fill her, possess her body, give her the pleasure
she seeks even as it destroys me inside.
We thrash
together, each fraught with yearning. I rage above her,
filling her void with each powerful stroke. Further, I
climb. I ache.
When I take
her mouth, she tenses around me. Every inch of my body
swells. Her gasps sting my skin. The fingerclaws dig into my
flesh. She finds her pleasure incessantly, leaving me
wanting. My head falls to her breast to suckle. Pleased,
Lilith lifts her hips to my assault.
“Take your
pleasure, Kole,” she whispers.
I grip her,
clinging frantically to her body. Her eternal climax propels
me toward my own. Lilith caresses me as a lover would. I’m
ill and find no respite in my pending release.
Faster I
move; each thrust more urgent than the last. The fire within
my groin bores through me. Lilith calls my name, coaxing me
onward. I bury my head against her neck. She holds me. I
plunge one last time into her demon chasm. I am undone.
She cries
as I spill the results of my lust inside her.
Spent, I
fall into her embrace. I’m weak. She shelters me, stroking
my back. If I stay in her arms, the brutal sequence will
begin again. I attempt to pull away, she holds me tighter.
My body shudders, already sensing the evil within the demon
overtake me.
“Magnificent creatures you humans are. If I could make you
human again, I would. Surely you had passion,” she murmurs.
“You have your day, slave.”
“Thank you,
master,” I reply. This freedom will not come without a
future price, but I’m grateful for any time I have. She
removes her arms. I skirt back, withdrawing my painful
erection. Evil exudes from her, keeping me rigid. I must get
away. “By your leave.”
“Yes, yes,
clean yourself, slave.” With the flick of her hand, I’m
banished to my cell. Its dark, cold walls of stone and earth
comfort me, for I cannot feel her presence here. I wash her
essence from my skin and try to erase the memories from my
mind. Slowly, I feel in control again.
I lay on
the sheet that is my bed. I’m nothing again. Hearing the
soft whispers of the soul-scared walls will bring me no
solace, knowing I’ve little time before she feeds again.
Here I will stay awaiting her next call. Until then, I’m
left to my own dark thoughts.
Soon, I
will ask the demon for my day. Escape from this hell is all
I seek. One day without Lilith is a gift of the gods to me.
I pray it soothes me from this curse if only for a while.
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