Incest/Taboo The Devil's Pact

"Right," Minnie nodded. "I love you Mike, but let's face it, your cock just doesn't get me going."

"I know," Mike sighed. "I try, honey."

She smiled. "I know you do. I still love you though. I just have to get my needs satisfied."

"Why not start with us," Mary smiled. "Mark's got the best cock on the planet."

"I do have the best cock," I said, and Minnie smiled. "Be sure to tell Mike just how much you love it."

"Oh, I will!"

Mary patted her cheek. "That's a good slut."

My filly climbed on the bed, reclining, her dark-red hair spreading across the white pillows. She hiked up her skirt and revealed her naked pussy, shaved and flushed. Minnie crawled to her, the woman's delectable ass pointed at me.

"I am so sorry, Mary," Minnie cooed, licking her pussy.

Minnie had thick lips, protruding out of her hole, and her pussy gaped open, leaking her juices in a flood that matted her neatly trimmed, blonde curls. "Boy, she is dripping wet for my cock, Mike," I grinned.

"Oh, so wet, honey," Minnie purred. "Fuck me! I need a real cock. I've only had Mike's today."

"Come on, babe," Mike groaned.

"Sorry, but it's true. I'm so horny. Your little cock just can't satisfy me!"

"Shit," he muttered.

"I still love you, honey. I love...ohh, yes! Fuck me!"

I drove right into her drenched cunt, fucking her for all she was worth. Mary grabbed the sluts head and forced Minnie's mouth back between her thighs. I loved watching my naughty filly getting pleasured, and fucked the whore harder and harder. Minnie moaned loud, letting Mike know just how much she loved it.

"Fuck, she's got a loose cunt," I grunted. "She must fuck a lot of dudes."

"Umm, she is a complete whore," Mary purred. "That's it, whore. Eat my pussy."

"She's humping back. You want me to cum in your dirty cunt, don't you, whore?"

"Yes!" she gasped. "Oh, yes! Cum in me!"

"Yeah, knock the little bitch up," moaned Mary. "Put a little bastard in her belly for Mike to raise."

"Oh, I'm on the pill," Minnie laughed.

Part of me was disappointed. I wanted to knock her up. That would have been a nice bit of revenge on Mike for treating my Mary badly. My balls were aching at the thought, ready to cum. I fucked her harder and harder, driving her face deeper into Mary's pussy.

"Oh, fuck!" groaned Mary. "That's it. Suck my little clit! I'm gonna flood your dirty mouth with my juices. Oh, yes! Oh, fuck, yes!"

Mary was so beautiful when she came. Her green eyes squeezed shut, her lips pursed, and such a wonderful, red shade suffused her cheeks. She trembled, gasping and sighing, her back arching, and then she shuddered one last time, and fell back into the pillows. Her green eyes opened, a lazy smile played on her lips.

"Umm, that was wonderful," she sighed. "Hurry up and cum in her, Mark. I want to get out of here."

"Yeah, Mare," I grunted.

"Oh, yes! Cum in me!" Minnie purred. "Oh, Mike. His cock is driving me wild. I'm gonna cum so hard. Watch me cum, honey."

"I'm watching you."

"Good! It's so much better when you're watching! I love you so much."

"I love you, Minnie."

"Fuck!" I grunted. "Such a slutty pussy! Oh, fuck!" My body tensed, my hips bucking quickly into her. My orgasm neared and neared; I slammed into her, and just basted her cunt. "Fuck! Fuck!"

Savoring that wonderful high, I pulled out of her cunt and stumbled off the bed, holding my hand out for Mary. She climbed off the bed, took my hand, and pressed against me and kissed me aggressively on the mouth.

"Do you see my pussy, honey?" Minnie asked, turning to face Mike. "Look at how much cum a real man shoots."

"Let's get your stuff and get out of here," I whispered to her.

She laughed and nodded. "We should leave the two lovebirds alone. If Mike's lucky, he might get a handjob today."

Doug Allard

"We should leave the two lovebirds alone," Mary said. "If Mike's lucky, he might get a handjob today."

What the fuck did I just listen to? Who the fuck was this Mark guy? I couldn't have heard that right. It sounded like he just made Mike and Minnie fall in love and ordered her to cuckold him. What in the hell was that all about?

"Oh, hey," Mike said into the phone. "You're still on the line."

"Was that Mark?" I asked.

"Yeah. The guy's a real asshole, isn't he."

"Did he just make you fall in love with Minnie?"

"What? No. We've always loved each other, right?"

"Yeah, honey. Hey, Doug. You sound pretty cute. Wanna come over here and fuck me?"

I groaned, my cock swelling. "I'm married."

"So."

"Happily."

"Then bring the wife. She can watch with Mike, or she can join in."

She hardly seemed like the same woman I spoke to just a little while ago.

"So you've never met Mark before?" I asked.

"Nope. He's an asshole."

"But his cock was amazing!" Minnie moaned.

"Do you really have to keep saying that?" Mike asked. "I love you, but it hurts."

"Sorry, honey. It was just sex. You know I love you and no one else."

"I do," Mike sighed. "Listen, Doug, we got to go. I need to go buy her an engagement ring."

"Because Mark told you to?"

"I guess," he shrugged. "But I really love her, and I want to marry her. I don't see the point in waiting. Later."

The line went dead and I just stared in confusion at my cell phone. "Who the fuck is this guy?" I didn't believe in magic or miracles, and, fuck, I had almost stopped believing in God when a drunk driver killed my first wife, and I had abandoned my faith altogether when my second wife, just a week after our marriage, died in her sleep of a brain aneurysm. But how else could I explain what just happened but magic?

How else do you just make someone change like that?

It hit me. This is what happened to Brandon. This is why Cynthia gushed about her new girlfriend Mark had introduced her to. And what about Mary? She must be another victim in all of this, ripped from her boyfriend and taken by this bastard to be part of whatever deviant desires he was after.

"Fuck. What have I gotten myself into?"

Which Tyrant committed the worst crimes? Mark's are obvious. He led, but Mary followed. There is no question that Mary was once dominated by Mark and made into his Thrall. Yet early on it was clear she had become a Warlock in her own right. She witnessed what Mark was capable of doing with his powers and embraced the depravity. She had no compunction at twisting lives to her whim, and she did it after having her own life warped.

--excerpt from The History of the Tyrants' Theocracy, by Tina Allard

Mary Sullivan

There were still hours to kill before I made my Pact with the Devil tonight. And I was nervous as hell as we left Mike. My anger at my ex-boyfriend for cheating on me for a year was slowly consumed by my fear of what was going to happen tonight.

"You okay, Mare?" Mark said as we climbed into his car.

"I...I don't know," I sighed. "It's all starting to feel so real."

"You hungry?"

"Not really," I muttered.

"I think I know how to take your mind off this."

I arched an eyebrow. "Depraved sex?"

"Dinner. There's this great Japanese Steakhouse in Spaneway. Great food and its entertaining to watch the chefs."

"Yeah, why not."

I didn't think I could eat, but it sounded better than doing nothing.

It was a fifteen minute drive down Pacific Avenue, past the Starbuzz I used to work at. I smiled, remembering the orgy we had yesterday morning. I wonder if Cynthia was happy with Vivian? I hope they were. If Mark could make people think they loved each other, was that so bad so long as they were happy?

The restaurant resembled nothing more than a warehouse. I stared in at Mark as if he was crazy. Between the corrugated metal walls and a tin roof, I couldn't believe this was a nice restaurant. Or even a clean one.

"C'mon, Mare," Mark said.

"Okay," I sighed, trusting Mark.

Once inside you wouldn't know it's part of a shitty warehouse. Rice paper walls and dark wood made it seem like a traditional Japanese house. The art on the walls were reproduction Japanese woodcarvings and watercolor painting. Simple, austere paintings of birds, flowers, waterfalls, or Mt. Fuji with a Haiku written in Japanese characters. The waitresses were dressed in simple kimonos, black, with red flowers and cinched with red, wide sashes tied in elaborate bows at the small of their back.

"Hai," the waitress bowed when she walked up. "Welcome to Samurai, this way please."

I could see the gleam in Mark's blue eyes and I wondered if anything naughty was going to happen.

The waitress led us to a circular table with a black, flat grill in the center. Another couple was already sitting there; a boorish man, short and round, his black hair greased back and dressed in an ill fitting, gray suit and red silk shirt without a tie. His date was a very attractive woman, porcelain face surrounded by black ringlets of hair. Her lips were pouty and begging to be kissed, covered in a dark red lipstick. She wore a sleek red dress, fitting tightly to her curves and falling to her ankles.

"Hi, I'm Diane," she warmly greeted, her breasts jiggling in the oval, keyhole cutout.

"I'm Mary and this is my boyfriend, Mark," I introduced, smiling warmly at Diane.

"I'm Keith," the boorish man said. He started to say something, when his phone rang. Without even excusing himself, he answered the phone, turning away from Diane and talking quietly.

"That's the second time he's done that," Diane complained to me.

"Have you been dating long?" I asked.

She shook her head. "First date, and let me tell you it'll be the last one. I think I'm done with online dating for a while."

I giggled. "Well, I'll keep you company, anyway," I said, adjusting my posture to emphasize my chest in the white, corset dress I was wearing. I saw her eyes flick down to my cleavage; a ghost of a smile played on her red lips.

Keith hung up the phone and immediately badgered Mark about sports, mainly the Seattle Seahawks. Mark clearly wasn't a sports guy--unlike my ex-boyfriend, Mike--and he muddled along as best he could. Keith didn't seem to notice, or maybe he just didn't care, as he launched into a tirade about how this year the Seahawks were going to the Super Ball and that the refs better not screw them over like last time.

Not once did Keith acknowledge his date at all. What an asshole.

A waitress took our orders and a few minutes later a Japanese chef arrived with a tray full of cooking supplies. He oiled the grill and diced the meat and vegetables with impressive flair, tossing food into the air. He was quite talented, making funny jokes. It was clearly a well rehearsed and pretty entertaining performance. He even somehow sliced an onion and stacked it into a cone with some amazingly fast knife work, and then steam poured out the top, like a little onion volcano.

"Wonderful!" I clapped my hands, delight bubbling through me, and then casually rested one on Diane's thigh.

Out of the corner of my eye, Diane smiled, grabbing a piece of grilled meat with her chopsticks and popping it into her mouth. Mark saw my hand on her leg and winked at me, squeezing my own thigh. Diane shifted in her seat causing my hand to slip down between her thighs.

"There are such wonderful surprises at this restaurant," she smiled.

I slid higher up her thigh. "Definitely." Then, feeling real bold, I turned towards Diane, allowing my short skirt to ride up and spread my legs, flashing my naked pussy at her.

Diane licked her lips, then grabbed a piece of meat on her chopsticks and said, "You just have to try this." As she brought it to my lips, her other hand slipped down and rubbed deliciously at my vulva for a moment; I moaned appreciatively. Her fingers came away damp and she licked them, savoring my flavor.

"That's a tasty sauce," I grinned, pushing my hand higher up her thigh until I was brushing her pantie covered pussy.

"Very tasty," Diane purred as I stroked her. She was wet, her juices bleeding through her panties. "You have got to try the other one."

I pulled my fingers out from between her thighs and sucked them between my lips. Her sauce had a sweet, tangy flavor. "That is wonderful."

"I gotta use the restroom," Diane said with a casual air. Her date was on his phone for the third time and didn't seem to even hear her.

"I'll join you," I answered, acting just as casual.

I kissed Mark as I rose and he whispered, "Have fun." Mark was a great guy, very understanding. I'm glad I decided to stay with him. One of the waitresses walked by and Mark's eye flicked over to her ass swaying in the kimono. I wouldn't be surprised to learn he stuck his dick in the cutie.

Actually, I'd be surprised if he hadn't.

Mark Glassner

Mary and her new friend disappeared into the bathroom, sharing sultry glances, and I had the feeling my filly was about to get naughty in there. I grinned, glad she had found a release for her stress. I knew she was worried about meeting with the Devil tonight.

Fuck, I was nervous, too.

"Hey, man, what do you think of Seattle's defense. The LOB is--"

"Shut up," I growled, irritation flashing through me. I was tired of this boor. I hadn't used my powers, wanting to give Mary a normal, relaxing dinner, but she was having her fun and it was time to have some of my own.

One of the sexy waitresses in their kimonos walked by. I reached out, grabbing the end of her sash and pulling on the bow tied at the small of her back. She whirled around, her porcelain face growing red with outrage. "Sir, do not touch my obi. I will--"

"Let me fuck you. Your little pussy is growing wet and just wants to feel my cock buried to the hilt in you."

Her cheeks stayed red, but desire, not anger, burned in her eyes. Her head nodded, her eyes looking down with submission. My cock throbbed.

Still holding the end of her obi, I grinned at the boorish guy and pulled her behind a rice paper triptych painted with watercolors. I pressed her against the wall, pulling her loosened kimono opened. Her body was petite, clad by plain, boring panties and a bra. I shoved her panties to the side, a thick, black bush covering her pussy, and buried into her.

"Fuck, your tight," I groaned, hammering my cock away.

I closed my eyes while she gasped on moaned, her pussy squeezing hot and wet about my cock, and pictured Mary in the bathroom. I wonder what they were doing. Was Mary sucking on Diane's hot little pussy, or was my filly riding her face, smearing her shaved cunt about Diane's hungry mouth.

My hips thrust faster as I imagined Mary's sweet cries as she came. I shuddered, groaning, and fired off a big load of cum into her pussy. I pulled out, breathing heavily. It was a quick cum, just enough to take the edge off.

"Thanks," I grinned, leaving her panting and gasping, her body aroused but not satisfied. "You better go get cleaned up."

"Yes, sir," she moaned, wrapping her kimono back together.

I went back to the seat and Keith looked at me in amazement. "Bitch was hot for me," I shrugged at him, grabbing another bit of meat. "You can speak again."

Mary Sullivan

"You are so hot," purred Diane as we entered the bathroom.

Before I could react, she was pushing me up against the counter and plunging her tongue into my mouth. I sat up on the counter and wrapped my legs around her hips, my skirt riding up. I shoved my hand down her blouse and played with her firm, naked breast and hard nipple. I felt her nipple and marveled at how fat it was as I rolled it between my fingers.

Her mouth was hot and we kissed and moaned into each other's lips. I was forgetting all about my problems as this beautiful woman made my pussy melt.

"Fuck, you are stirring me up," I moaned after a few minutes of hot kissing. "I'm going to explode."

"I have that effect on women," laughed Diane.

Diane loosened the laces on my corset and my breast popped out. She bent down, kissing my freckled orbs and then sucking one of my tiny, dusky nipples into her mouth. Her lips were firm and gentle; she felts so good nursing my tit.

"Oh, my," a woman gasp.

We froze, Diane's mouth wrapped around my hard nipple and my hand down her blouse. One of the waitress had walked in. Her olive skinned flushed, her sash badly tied and her kimono in disarray. Mark had fucked her fast. He must have popped off almost right away in her pussy.

"Want to join?" I asked, licking my lips. I loved to lick Mark's cum out of another woman's cunt.

She looked down at the floor and quickly walked into the stall. Their was the rustle of fabric and then she started peeing. I was disturbed by how erotic that sounded; an image flashed of me pissing into Alison's mouth. I moaned, glad Diane was sucking at my nipple again, distracting me from that perverse thought.

"Are you always this eager to fuck strange women in a bathroom?" I asked as she stroked my thigh.

"When I go clubbing, I love fucking strange women in the bathroom or on the dance floor," she moaned and then sucked my other nipple into her mouth. "Last night, I had a hot threesome."

"What about your date?" I asked, confused.

"I'm bi," she answered. "Girls are fun, but I prefer men for long-term relationships." She slid down and spread my thighs and licked up my wet slit. "What about you? You left your date quick enough."

Mark had revealed to me my long buried, lesbian desires. "I'm bi. Mark knows what we're doing. He likes watching me with other women. Sometimes we share them or watch each other. It's so hot!"

There was a soft moan from the stall. I smiled, realizing the waitress was masturbating.

"Wow, wish I had a guy that special," Diane said, then stuck her tongue deep into my pussy. Her tongue was amazing, flicking through me, stirring through my dripping, spongy flesh.

"Lick my clit, you fucking slut!" I moaned, wanting the waitress to know what was going on. "Eat my pussy, you nasty whore." Diane seemed to like the dirty names, because her tongue was really digging into my pussy. I shuddered on her face when she suddenly nipped my clit. "Oh, you're making me cum! Oh, fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" I gripped her curly, black hair and flooded her mouth with my juices.

Diane stood up, face smeared with pussy cream. I kissed her, enjoying my musk on her lips, spicy and sweet. "God, you're a squirter," Diane breathed.

"Fuck, you know your way around a pussy!" I panted; she beamed with pride.

I pushed Diane back against a tiled wall and slid down, pushing her skirt to the side to find a lacy, black thong. I pulled it off and her pussy was covered by curly, black hair, neatly trimmed, her pussy wet and pink at the center. She smelled tangy and sweet. I ran my tongue through the forest of black hair and across her juicy labia. She tasted heavenly.

"Ohh, your tongue is nice, slut!" Diane moaned. "Eat my sloppy pussy until I cum all over your slutty face!"

There was another muffled groan from the waitress in the stall as I dug my tongue deep into the warm wetness of her pussy. My hands gripped her firm ass, pulling her had against my mouth, stuffing my tongue as deep as I could inside her. She writhed, fucking herself on my tongue, smearing juices all over my face.

"God, you're a good muff diver!" Diane moaned. "Fuck that nasty tongue up my twat, you fucking whore!"

She grabbed my hair and ground her pussy on my face, using me as a sex toy. It was so nasty; my own snatch was itching, eager for more pleasure. I slipped my hand down and fingered my own pussy, digging in deeply and searching for my G-spot. Diane moaned wordlessly, shuddering on my face and her pussy contracting on my tongue.

I found my G-spot, stroking that sensitive bundle of nerves. Pleasure swelled inside me, and then I shuddered and moaned, joining Diane in a mind-numbing, shuddering orgasm. I howled into her pussy as I quavered, my sheath squeezing down on my fingers.

And then bliss flooded through me as my orgasm died down.

"That was amazing!" she purred, letting go of my hair. I stumbled back and sat on the tiled floor.

"Yeah!" I stood up, brushing dirt from my ass and stumbled to the sink, my legs weak from my intense orgasm.

I turned on a faucet and rinsed the pussy juices off my nose and cheeks, leaving some on my lips for Mark to taste. Diane joined me, looking just as messy as I felt. The toilet flushed and the waitress slowly walked out, flushed and breathless. There was a shy smile on her face and she washed her sticky fingers off in the third sink.

"We should get back," I said. "Before your date misses you."

Diane rolled her eyes. "He's probably still on the phone. Christ, what a dick!"

The waitress gave a snort of laughter and we eyed her. She looked shyly away, finished washing her hands, and darted out of the bathroom.

"We should do this again," I suggested.

"Yeah, I'll take you to this hot club, the Clam Diver, and we'll have a lot of fun in the bathroom," she said. "No boyfriends though, it's a girls only kinda place."

"Sure, sounds fun." We swapped phone numbers and kissed one last time.

Keith was oddly silent, staring at my boyfriend as he ate, disbelief on his lips. Mark stood up and I kissed him, letting him taste Diane's delicious cunt. "Thank you," I whispered as he held out my chair like a gentleman.

Mark smiled. "You seemed more relaxed."

I speared a slice of steak and realized as I chewed that Mark was right. I had so much fun with Diane that I completely forgot about the fact I was about to sell my soul to the Devil. All my stress was gone and I felt too much bliss pumping through me to worry about it right now. Diane was a very special woman and I wondered what are next liaison would be like. I smiled and speared some diced vegetables and popped them into my mouth.

That would wait until later, tonight I made my pact.

Our greatest advantage is the selfishness of man. They do not share power willingly. And Warlocks are the most selfish of men. While our enemy is vile, give thanks to the Creator that you will never have to face more than a single one.

--excerpt from The Prayerbook of the Order of Mary Magdalene

Mark Glassner

After our relaxing dinner, we drove out out to the very crossroads I had made my own Pact at a few nights ago. I dug a new hole, next to mine, and then we had a few hours to kill. We stretched out on some soft grass, Mary pressed against my body, her head pillowed on my arm, and we watched the sky darken and the stars slowly appear, twinkling like diamonds.

The nerves returned as we lay there and the summoning approached. But we drew strength from each other. The longer we watched, the calmer Mary grew, the tension melting from her body, and it was almost like her calm was infecting me, and I just grew to enjoy the feel of her against me, the touch of her silk hair as the breeze caused strands to caress my cheek.

The stars were almost as beautiful as Mary.

"Oh, a shooting star," Mary exclaimed, pointing at the streak of white.

"Did you make a wish?" I asked.

She grinned, nodding.

"What?"

"If I tell you, it won't come true. And I really want it to happen."

I caressed her cheek. "You wish will come true. And if doesn't, I'll make it be true. I'll give you the world on a silver platter. Just ask."

Her smile grew and she leaned over and kissed me on the lips. Warmth and joy spread through me, kindled by her sweet kiss, and I stroked her hair, sliding my hand down to squeeze her perfect tit through her blouse. Her nipple was hard, her breath growing heated.

The alarm on my phone went off. Mary tensed.

It was a 11:55.

"You don't have to do this," I told her, staring into her green depths.

"I do, Mark."

She stood up, holding out her hand and helped me up. We walked to the hole, staring down at the shoe box buried in it. I handed her the shovel, and she stood there, ready to pile the dirt over her box and complete the ritual.

I stared at the clock on my phone.

Four minutes.

Mary's jaw trembled.

Three minutes.

She bit her lip, shivering. I put my arm around her, pulling her to me. Some of her tension melted away.

Two minutes.

"Is it time yet?" she asked, her voice small and tight.

"Not yet."

One minute.

"Last chance, you sure you want to do this?" I asked.

She didn't answer; the shovel shook in her hand.

"It's midnight."

Mary stood frozen, staring down at the hole.

"You don't have to do this?" I told her, giving her arm a squeeze. "It's a big thing to do."

"I have to do it, Mark," she whispered.

Then quickly, before her resolve failed, she shoveled the pile of dirt, burying her box. We backed away from the hole. I hugged her, and she gripped me tight. And we waited. And waited. Eternity seemed to pass and Mary's trembles grew stronger and stronger until I was sure she was going to fly apart.

"Maybe, it didn't work," Mary whispered, shattering the silence of the night.

"It worked, Mary Sullivan," a pleasant voice said from the darkness.

We both jumped as the Devil stepped out of the shadows. He was a handsome man with scarlet eyes, dressed in the same black, expensive suit he wore two nights ago, a friendly smile gracing his face. He took Mary's hand, raised it up, and kissed the back of her hand, like an old-fashioned gentlemen. Then he shook my hand. "Good to see you again, Mark Glassner. The boys and I downstairs love what you're doing."

"T-thanks," I stammered.

"So what can I do for you, Mary Sullivan?" the Devil asked. "Eternal beauty?"

Mary swallowed, and, with more confidence than I had two nights ago, said, "I want three wishes in exchange for my soul."

"Of course, I would be more than happy to," the Devil replied in his friendly, relaxing manner.

"My first wish is for Mark and I to stay young, healthy, and beautiful for as long as Mark lives." I blinked in surprise. My first wish had been for a long a healthy life. Mary was smart enough to get the same thing, plus she would get to stay young and beautiful as well. Actually, we both would. I smiled at her, she was a smart cookie.

The Devil chuckled. "Very well. Although Mark isn't that beautiful."

Mary giggled. "Oh, I don't know. He has a certain charm about him." Mary hugged me a little tighter. "For my second wish, I want Mark and I to love each other unconditionally for eternity." Mary looked hesitantly at me, afraid I would object. I didn't. I had made her love me originally. It was only fair that she made sure that I would never leave her. This must be why she wanted to make a deal.

"Unconventional," the Devil said. "But more than doable. Soul mates are easy to keep together."

Soul mates?

"For my final wish, I..." Mary paused, blushing beet red, "... I want other women to desire me and, um, not to resist my sexual advances."

"Naughty filly," I whispered and kissed her forehead.

"All right," the Devil grinned. There was understanding in the Devil's eyes, not judgment. "An excellent wish. You have found yourself a rare woman, Mark Glassner. I would tell you to never let her go, but your souls are about to be chained so tight together, only the meddling of Heaven could pry you apart."

Scarlet light flashed and yellow smoke erupted, filling the air with an acrid reek; a contract appeared in the Devil's hand. "Look it over," he said, handing the contract to Mary.

Mary read the contract, then nodded her head. The Devil pricked her finger with an old fashioned, black fountain pen. She signed in her own blood, no hesitation, then the Devil signed in his. He rolled up the contract. "Any questions, Mary?"

She shook her head.

There was an awkward pause, and then the Devil looked over at me, a considering look on his face. I felt like a hunk of butchered meat and I tightened my arms about Mary. Finally, the Devil pulled a small, red crystal out of his pocket and held it up. The gem glinted with its own fire, bathing all three of us in scarlet light.

"You are a rare man," the Devil smiled. "I like your style."

"Thanks," I swallowed, squeezing Mary tight as fear spiked inside me.

"If you are ever in trouble, hold this crystal and say 'Lilith, appear before me,' and help will appear," the Devil instructed.

I gingerly held out my hand and he dropped it in. "Why would I--"

The Devil vanished into the shadows.

I stared at the gem, worried twisting my guts. "Why would I need this?"

Mary closed my hand about the gem, her hand warm on mine, and smiled reassuringly at me. "I don't know, but we'll face it together."

Lilith -- The Abyss

I heard my name spoke by Lucifer all the way down in the depths of Hell.

Anger boiled in me. I moved up through the layers of damnation, reaching the Shadows, the uppermost limit of the Abyss. It was called Limbo by some, the boundary between life and damnation. Here the most powerful of us could watch the Mortal world and, with the greatest of efforts, nudge the dreams of men and women.

Lucifer watched a pair of mortals: a disgusting man and a woman that fawned over him like a bitch in heat. Clutched in his hand was a red gem that throbbed with scarlet light. I swallowed, glaring at Lucifer. I owed the Morning Star a debt, and he had given it to some mortal. And a man! I shuddered in disgust at the thought of serving a loathsome man.

"Why did you give him that!" I demanded of Lucifer, trying not to flinch as he assumed his favorite form--a being of pure light, marred only by the two black pits of his eyes.

"I like him, Lilith," Lucifer answered.

"But why my name!" I demanded. "If you want to give gifts to your pets, leave me out! Why not Astarte! She loves slutting around with mortals. With men. Or Chemosh. It's been centuries since he's rampaged about the world."

"The Opposition already has his scent," Lucifer answered. "A Priestess is already on her way. One of those nuns sworn to Magdalene."

"So?" I asked, what did I care if some Warlock was stupid enough to attract the Opposition's attention.

Lucifer grinned at me. "Like I said, I like him."

"Liar. You only like yourself." I peered at him.

I could feel his satisfied smirk through his blinding light. What game were you playing at? And how could I turn it to my advantage? I smiled back. He did say a Priestess, and there were all sorts of things I could accomplish with one of those in my grasp.

Freedom from the Abyss would be a nice start.​