Incest/Taboo The Devil's Pact

Mark groaned. We needed to get the State Governors and Congress under our thumbs, before this spins out of control. How many would go to that meeting on Monday? He shook his head, asking, "What else?"

"Riots," Jessica sighed. "Between Miraclists on one side and Christians, Muslims, and Orthodox Jews on the other. Particularly in the Mid-West and the South."

"What about the International reaction?" I asked, nibbling on a strawberry, hardly tasting the tart sweetness.

"Muslim nations are universally condemning you two as the new Great Satans. There must be a thousand fatwas being declared against you. Europe is split. Many EU heads-of-state were watching the events here in Tacoma, but not all of them--just like here in the States--caught it live. The Prime Minister of the United Kingdom supports you, but he's probably going to lose power. There's a vote of no-confidence going to be brought before Parliament tomorrow. Also, expect the UN to try to pass some sort of resolution against you today."

Her news just grew worse and worse. Every military in the world was being mobilized to either support or oppose us. Trading had halted on the New York Stock Exchange as the indexes plummeted, and the Asian and European Markets were crashing as a growing lack of confidence in the American economy was spreading.

"Is that it?" I sighed. This was going to be a lot harder than I thought.

Jessica shook her head no. "At the end of July, a Professor Scrivener was killed. Brandon Fitzsimmons was a person of interest in his death."

"I remember that," I said. "The man died on our wedding night."

"Apparently, the Professor left behind some documents pointing the finger at Brandon. These documents, and the Professor's translation of the Magicks of the Witch of Endor, ended up on the internet. They first appeared on the University of Wisconsin's website, and from there, they've spread to a number of occult or New Age sites. The largest site it's found on is UnearthedArcana.com, where dozens of people have posted that they've made Pacts with Lucifer."

"Are you saying there are dozens of Warlocks who've popped up?" Mark asked, his voice growing hard.

My heart quickened.

"Yes, Master. If dozens are posting that they've done it, how many are staying silent? Only a minority of people ever comment out of the hundreds who see something on the internet."

"There could be hundreds of Warlocks out there?"

"Damn," I whispered.

The Alukah is a dangerous monster, birthed from Lilith's insatiable hungers. She feasts on blood, using the powerful magic of her gaze to befuddle and confuse. Be on your guard against her perfidy, for she appears no different from any other blushing maid.

--excerpt from the Magicks of the Witch of Endor

Luka - London, England

Riding on the wing of an airplane was exhilarating.

After Mother sent me to kill Samnag Soun last night, I had flown south on wings made of my fiery-red hair. Young Crystal, one of Mother's followers, called me Bayonetta when she saw me use my hair this way the first time. Bayonetta turned out to be a video game character, and Crystal got me hooked playing the game on her PS3. I reached Tacoma in a few minutes, swooping over the city, trying to isolate Sam's scent through a city's worth of humans.

When I found it, the trail led north back to Seattle. Hissing in frustration, I had to fly back the way I came. When I arrived at Boeing Field in southern Seattle, I had just missed Sam's plane taking off, flying east.

It was getting frustrating. I could fly fast, but I couldn't fly quite as fast as a jet.

Doggedly, I pursued. The country had passed as a blur beneath me as I followed the scent of the airplane through the skies. I had been lucky to arrive in New York City just in time, smelling Sam's scent on a plane taxiing onto the runway. I landed on the wing, and used my hair to grip its leading edge while my gaze hypnotized any passenger who happened to look out the window.

It had worked until that one lady got drunk and saw me.

Luckily, everyone just thought she was a hysterical woman. No one else saw me for the rest of the flight.

I enjoyed myself.

The wind howled almost painfully and yet so exhilaratingly past me. We were up so high that if I had to breathe I would have been in trouble. The ocean was so blue as we passed over it. Once, we flew above a thunderstorm. I watched in awe as lightning flashed and danced in the clouds below, a beautiful display of power that seemed for my eyes alone. When the sun set, the stars were so brilliant, twinkling down upon me.

There were so many of them, more than I ever saw in Seattle.

By the time the plane began landing, I was feeling pretty weak. Feeding off my birth mother once a week sustained me when I wasn't exerting myself--like flying halfway across the country and hitching a ride on an airplane did. I could feel my thirst growing. I needed blood to survive, to fuel my powers. As the plane landed in a dreary city--London, I think--I let go of the plane's wing and swooped towards the airport's terminal.

I could find someone to snack on in there.

I was overwhelmed when I snuck through a maintenance tunnel and entered the terminal proper. There were so many people. The smell of warm blood filled my nose. Everywhere I looked, I could see veins and arteries, and all the beautiful blood pumping beneath rubbery skin. Whom to drink from? Everywhere I looked was a feast.

Purple flashed.

My head whipped around.

I spotted a girl wearing a gray hoodie and a gauzy, lilac skirt over black tights. Her hair, dyed purple, was shoulder length, framing a cute, round face. She disappeared into a bathroom. She was so enticing. I touched my sharp canines with my tongue and felt my nipples harden beneath my tight, red bodysuit. I took a page from that video game and shaped the clothes from my hair.

I followed the girl into the bathroom, smelling her warmth from the last stall.

I padded silently to the stall. The sharp, ammonia scent of urine filled my nostrils as I heard water splashing. The door was locked.

"Occupied!" the girl shouted.

Her voice sounded so lovely. An ache filled me. I leaped up and easily slid through the gap between the door and ceiling. I landed gracefully on my feet before her, savoring her eyes widening as I rose.

"Bloody hell!" the girl exclaimed in a melodic, British accent. "Why'd you go and do that?"

She sat on the toilet, her black tights and white panties bunched up around her ankles. Her breasts rose and fell while her heart thundered beneath her chest from the shock. I breathed in the scent of her blood, shuddering.

I licked my lips and relaxed my hair. My clothing dissolved away, leaving me naked before the girl. All she could do was stare dumbfounded at me.

Finally, the girl collected her thoughts. "Clear off. I'm taking a piss, slag!"

I gazed into her eyes and relaxed her. They went wide and almost black as her pupils dilated. A shudder passed through her body and her lips curled with lust. She was mine. I cocked my head, playing with her desires, making her so horny.

She pulled off that gray hoodie, exposing a low-cut, lilac blouse. I delighted to see the blood flooding her capillaries, giving a nice, red flush to her pale skin. She smelled delicious: warm blood, spicy cunt, acidic urine.

I had to taste her.

"Aren't you tidy?" the girl purred, lost to the lust my gaze generated. "I could just dive right into that fanny and eat you all up!"

I turned, presenting my ass to the girl. I liked a good ass-licking, and I was feeling horny. After she pleasured me, I could taste all the delights the girl's body had to offer.

"Not your arse, I said your fanny!" she objected.

"My fanny is my ass," I said in confusion.

"Bloody yanks! Your fish taco." I only stared blankly at her over my shoulder. "Your cunt, stupid git." I spun around and she knelt before me, her breath hot on my pussy. She took one delicious lick of my pussy, and I shuddered. "I love fish for supper," she murmured before diving back in.

I leaned back against the door and let this girl devour my fanny--what a funny word for my pussy. Her tongue was agile, licking along my labia. Then she shoved her tongue deep into my hole, fucking my snatch like a small cock.

My back arched and I writhed against the stall. I gripped the girl's head and started humping my cunt into her lips. Her tongue was so wonderful. Her nose rubbed on my clit as she swirled it through my depths.

"Mmm, yes, eat my cunt!" I moaned. "Delicious, little slut!"

"Your fanny tastes bloody marvelous!" she purred.

"Don't stop!" I hissed. "Keep licking."

I groaned as she buried her wonderful tongue back into me. Her fingers stroked around her licking tongue and found my clit. I gasped as she pinched my nub, sending wonderful pleasure radiating through my body.

She rolled it as she swirled her tongue through my depths. My hands cupped my breasts, rubbing on my nipples while delight rippled through me. The stall door creaked behind me as I undulated, drinking in all the delights she offered.

"Oh, that's it," I groaned. "Mmm, eat my fanny, you naughty morsel."

The girl just moaned, moving her tongue up to my little pearl. Her fingers pulled clear and she rapidly flicked it. I gasped as she slid fingers inside my depths. I clenched down on her, shuddering as she pumped in and out of my flesh.

I savored the friction of her fingers. My eyes fluttered. My fingers dug deeper into my tits as the rapture washed through me. Her tongue flicked and nuzzled my clit, making me squirm. And then her fingers hooked and curled, rubbing along the walls of my pussy, searching for just the right spot.

I exploded when she found it, my head banging back against the stall door, as an orgasm smashed through me. My pussy convulsed about her fingers. Rapture burned so hotly through my body as I bucked.

"Yes, yes, yes," I moaned as my cum blazed through me. "You delicious morsel!"

Her lips sucked on my clit, her fingers massaging that special spot. It was like all the nerves in my pussy were concentrated right there. It was amazing. I spasmed and groaned. My moans sang through the room as my orgasms swelled higher and higher.

And then my pleasure peaked. I soared on the rapture for one wondrous heartbeat that lasted for eternity. And then I crashed. I shuddered, slumping back against the stall door, my big tits heaving as I fought for my breath.

"Holy shit," I panted. I gazed down at the girl who had a pleased look plastered on her face, lips smeared in cum.

"Good one, huh," she said proudly. "I'd fancy one myself." Her blouse popped off and then her white bra, exposing a cute pair of breasts topped with dark nipples.

"Is everything all right in there?" someone asked from outside, banging on the stall door.

Irritation flashed through me. I opened the stall and found a female janitor. "Lock the bathroom door," I ordered as I gazed at her. "Let no one in!"

"Yes," she muttered in a daze. "The loo is closed."

I pulled the girl out of the toilet as the janitor left the bathroom. I pushed my prey down and ripped her tights and panties off, leaving her naked save for her purple skirt bunched up around her waist. Her legs spread, and her fanny was shaved bare and glistened with lust.

My fangs itched to sink into her pink flesh and taste her blood.

"Eat my fanny!" she moaned.

I fell on her, and she cooed in delight as I kissed her, biting her lips. My fangs sank into her flesh. Coppery blood flowed, staining our kiss. She shuddered, tasting her own blood, moaning in euphoric delight.

I broke our kiss and nuzzled down her neck. I felt her pulse beating just beneath her skin. I itched to sink my fangs in and drink her heart's blood, but killing her would attract too much attention. I kissed lower to her small breasts. I sucked on her hard nipples, swirling my tongue around her nub.

"Suck my knockers!" the girl purred. "Give 'em a good suck!"

"Mmm, yes," I moaned between sucks.

I could feel the blood flowing through her breasts, engorging her nipples. My fangs sank into her perky flesh. She shuddered, whimpering in ecstasy as I nursed from her tit, hungrily swallowing her coppery, delicious blood. It was so fresh, tasty, invigorating. The energy spread through my body, inflaming my lust. My prey writhed beneath me, moaning wordlessly, lost in the ultimate intimacy.

I was drinking her life. What could be more intimate?

"Shite that's bloody amazing!" the girl moaned. "Oh, what're you doing to me?"

I left bloody kisses as I moved to her other breast. I sank my teeth in around her areola. Four puncture wounds bled, crimson staining the pink nipple. She gasped, spasming from the euphoric delight of my bite.

And came again.

As she moaned out her bliss, I greedily drank her blood. My cheek rubbed against her hard nipple as I lapped the crimson rivulet running down her breast. I savored it, licking, nuzzling, making her shudder and convulse.

But another scent beckoned me. Hot pussy. Intoxicating.

I slid down her body, nipping at her flat stomach, watching beads of dark blood blossoming across her pale flesh. I lapped at them, savoring the delicious treats as I moved lower and lower. She moaned in bliss.

"Eat my fanny," she said, words slurred with ecstasy. "Devour me."

"Mmm, yes," I purred and spread her thighs, her spicy scent filling my nose. "I'm going to feast on your fanny."

"Good," she moaned.

I admired her body as her back arched in pleasure. Was there anything more beautiful than crimson blood beading across white flesh? No. No, there wasn't. She was radiant, her life trickling across her skin.

"Mmm, suck on my fanny!" the girl moaned, kneading her bloody breasts. She was too lost in the lust my bite generated to feel the pain of all her tiny wounds. All she experienced was the pleasure.

I nipped at her shaved pubic mound and watched a rivulet of blood run down to her pussy and mix pink with her juices. Salivating, I dove in, lapping up the coppery, spicy flavor. I slid my tongue into her pussy, then up to brush her clit. This was so delicious.

"You bloody slag! Eat me! Devour me! I'm gonna cum! Oh shite, oh shite!"

Tasty juices and coppery blood flooded my mouth as she bucked against my face. I drank down the intoxicating mix of her juices. Her pussy became a pink froth as I licked and nuzzled and sucked. I savored her.

But my own pussy was on fire.

I flipped around, straddling her face. Her tongue was rough as she lapped at my burning cunt, sending waves of pleasure through me. I bent down and nipped at her thigh, enjoying another flow of fresh blood. It was so exhilarating to taste her. To feast on her.

She moaned into my pussy, sucking on my clit again. Her fingers frigged in and out of my snatch, churning it up while my excitement grew. I sucked more blood from her thigh before moving back to her cunt, mixing the flavors.

"Yes," I moaned as another orgasm swelled, fed by her fingers, tongue, and blood. Especially the blood. It was so wonderful. "You delicious morsel, yes!"

I came hard on her, my pussy spasming on her digits. I screamed into the muscle of her silky thigh, her blood filling my lips. Life and pleasure burst through me. It rushed through me, leaving me spasming in pure delight.

I loved it. I savored it. It powered me. I was energized to continue on with my mission.

I rose and formed new clothing, leaving my prey sprawled on the floor, her hand furiously rubbing her cunt as my bite's lust still pumped through her veins. Blood streaked her body, enhancing her natural beauty with vibrancy.

She should live. She was too beautiful to kill.

I felt more alive than ever as I slipped out of the bathroom. Never had my belly been so full of blood. A warmth that slowly grew and grew, spreading to every corner of my being. How great would I feel if I had drained every drop from the girl?

I shuddered just thinking about it.

I wiped the janitor's memory and stalked away from the bathroom, following the scent of Samnag Soun. I wouldn't have to hold back with her. I would taste her blood, drinking in every last drop until her heart stopped beating, the blood stopped flowing. I would experience the rapture of draining a human dry.

For Mother.

Death came to the Motherhouse of the Sisters of Mary Magdalene. What was once a bastion against the darkness was profaned as the Tyrants sent their servant, Samnag Soun, to plunder, and Lilith sent one of her foul daughters to oppose. The first blow in their war was struck in distant France.

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

Mary Glassner

I groaned as my family writhed in ecstasy around me. It had been a long day. Mark and I had started video conferencing, bringing more and more members of the government under our power. And it was time to unwind. Last night, I promised my family Mark and I would revel with them, to celebrate our survival.

It was time to pay up.

I shuddered as two pairs of strong, masculine hands gripped my breast. My hands reached out, touching their bodies. I stroked down Mark's muscular physique and my father's softer flesh. Though older, he was still so sexy to me.

He was my daddy.

I found their hard cocks as they both sucked on my nipples. I gripped them, stroking up and down their shafts as their hungry lips suckled. Pleasure shot through me, racing down to my pussy. I moaned, adding to the sounds my two sisters and mother made as they played with Damian and George, my sisters' boyfriends.

"Yes," I groaned, savoring the feel of my dad's and my husband's cocks in my hand. "Oh, you two are spoiling me. I can tell how much you love me."

They both looked up at me, Dad with his green eyes and Mark with his blue. I could feel their love. Their hands roamed my body, moving out from my tits, caressing me. I shuddered, my pussy growing hotter and hotter.

My hands stroking their dicks faster and faster.

I rubbed my thumb across the crowns of both their dicks, making them moan about my nipples. Which just made my pussy hotter and hotter. Mark's hands slid down my belly, finding my pussy. I shuddered as he rubbed his finger through my pussy, stirring me up before he moved it lower, sliding into my butt-cheeks.

And rubbing my pussy juices on my asshole.

"Oh, my horny stallion wants a taste of his filly's ass?" I gasped.

Mark released my nipple, his finger gathering more of my pussy juices. This time, he pushed his digit into my asshole, lubing me with my cream. "I'm going to pound your ass while you writhe on your dad's dick."

"Oh, you spoil me," I groaned. Mark didn't like me fucking other guys, but he understood the special place a girl held in her heart for her father.

"Always."

I gasped as he sucked on my nipple hard. Dad released mine, staring at Mark, nodding his head. He approved of my husband, how he cared for me, how he always made sure I was loved and pleasured. Mark was such a giving man despite how selfish he could be with others.

I felt his love as he shared me with my father.

"Mmm, Daddy, we're going to have fun," I moaned, leaning down to kiss my dad on the lips.

It was so hot kissing my father, my hands tightening on their dicks. It was so exciting, so taboo. My breasts rubbed against his chest as I kissed him, turning my body so Mark could get easier access to my ass. I had to let go of his cock, though.

Mark didn't mind.

I rubbed my dad's chest while his hands found my breasts. Dad squeezed them, making me shiver and moan into our kiss. I squirmed, Mark's fingers penetrating my cunt. Two digits soaking in my juices for a minute before he brought them to my asshole.

And wiggled them into me.

I shuddered as Mark pumped them in and out, my asshole greedy for something even bigger--his cock. I moaned into Dad's mouth, my body pressing against his. I grabbed his cock, bringing it to my hot pussy.

I broke the kiss, moaning, "Fuck me, Daddy! Fuck your little girl!"

"Yes," Mark groaned, excitement in his voice. "Fuck your daughter, Sean."

Dad grinned at me as he thrust his cock into my pussy. I shuddered at the taboo violation of paternal love. Twisting it into lust. My cunt clenched as his dick dove so deep into me, reaching into my pregnant snatch, making me shudder at the friction.

"Daddy!" I moaned. "You're in me."

"And you're so hot and tight. Just like your mother."

"And my sisters?" I asked.

Dad grinned. "Oh, yes."

"Fuck," Mark groaned behind me as I kissed my dad.

His cock pumped in and out of my pussy. I savored the slow glide, my pussy clenching on his girth, drinking in the taboo friction. I shivered while Mark moved his cock between the cheeks of my ass. He pressed against my sphincter, prelubed and ready.

My husband kissed at my neck as he drove his cock into my bowels. I shivered, both my holes now stuffed by the dicks of the two men I loved. My daddy's and my husband's. Every girl should experience this wondrous delight, sandwiched between her men, writhing as they humped against her.

"Yes, yes, yes," I moaned, eyes fluttering. "Oh, this is so hot, Daddy."

"It is," Mark groaned, his dick pumping faster, his crotch slapping into my ass, the thrusts pressing me into my daddy's form.

I kissed Dad again, thrusting my tongue into his mouth as he thrust his cock over and over into my pussy. I shuddered, both my holes burning with different fires. The silky delight in my cunt and the velvety heat in my bowels.

I writhed between them, working my holes along their plunging cocks. The pleasure rippled through my body. I moaned into my kiss with Dad, celebrating our taboo family love. Around me, my sisters, their boyfriends, and Mom gasped and groaned, the hotel beds creaking as we loved each other.

We were all so close. I would do everything to keep them safe. To protect my family, my husband, from the dangers that were coming. Lucifer wouldn't take over the world. Mark and I would stop him. Just like we'd stop these warlocks popping over the place.

Everyone would be safe. The world would be paradise.

"Mare," Mark groaned, thrusting faster, working that wonderful dick in and out of my bowels.

I broke the kiss with Dad, moaning, "Yes, yes, fuck my ass. Mmm, my naughty stallion loves my ass as much as my daddy loves my pussy."

"It's such a hot pussy," Dad groaned, thrusting harder.

I shuddered, my clit grinding into his pubic bone every time he buried into me. My back arched, rubbing my tits against him. The pleasure fluttered through me as I writhed between my two men. I was so happy, so loved.

"Fuck me," I groaned. "Make me explode. Make me cum."

"Yes," Mark and Dad groaned together, their dicks thrusting harder, their heavy balls thwacking into my flesh.

They were both so full of cum for me. I clamped my pussy and asshole down on their thrusting cocks, increasing the friction. My holes drank in the pleasure. The dual delights surged through me, meeting in my pussy, dancing, swirling, caressing each other.

Driving me wild.

My body thrashed as my orgasms exploded through me over and over. My holes writhed about their thrusting cocks. Pussy and asshole both convulsed, massaging their dicks. I groaned, the rapture reaching my mind, caressing me with bliss.

"Cum in me!" I groaned. "Please! Give it to me!"

"Yes," Dad groaned. "I'll cum in you, baby girl."

"Do it," Mark groaned. "Flood your daughter's cunt. Flood my wife's pussy!"

"Yes!" I squealed, my pleasure boiling my mind.

Mark buried his cock into my asshole. His dick erupted. I shivered, smiling as his cum spurted so hot and thick into my bowels. That delicious delight surging into me. And then Dad rammed his dick into my pussy, grunting.

More cum flooding my body.

My pussy drank in the incestuous flood of jizz. I groaned, spasming as my holes milked their cocks. My eyes fluttered. They both grunted and groaned, so manly, their bodies so solid as I writhed between them.

"I love you both," I moaned.

"Love you, Mare," groaned my husband as he fired the last blast of cum into my bowels.

"Yes, love you, baby girl," panted Dad, his hand sliding down to my belly. "My beautiful, pregnant daughter."

"I bet someone wants to fuck their granddaughter," Mark laughed. "When she's old enough."

"If I have a daughter," I said, snuggling between them. "We don't know yet."

"I know," Mark insisted.

"Because you told your sperm." I smiled. "Why not? You do have mind control powers."

I felt so safe between them, so loved. All the problems of the world, having to prepare for Lucifer's inevitable escape, ensuring that we could defend ourselves, everyone else. Mark and I made our choices, made our pacts, and I would not let the world burn for them. Sam's mission could not fail. We needed the Matmown to have a safe place to plot without Lucifer watching us.

But all those fears were outside the embrace of my dad and my husband. I just snuggled between them, floating on the delight of my orgasm. All those problems could wait until tomorrow. Tonight, I celebrated with my family.

Wednesday October 2nd, 2013 - Sam Soun

As our early morning flight on British Air took off from Heathrow Airport in London to Toulouse in Southern France, the entire plane was abuzz about the woman found badly assaulted in the restroom in the terminal. She was discovered around midnight local time. Since then, I kept Candy and me where there were people around. Safety in the herd. I took no chances and made sure my bronze dagger--enchanted to harm spiritual beings--was easily accessible.

"They say she had bite marks on her thighs and breasts," a passenger in the seat in front of us whispered to the woman sitting next to her. "Like something had drunk her blood."

"I heard the girl was naked and delirious when they found her," the second passenger whispered back. "They say she was..." The passenger gave a quick look around to see if anyone was eavesdropping. "...masturbating. The poor thing was barely conscious from blood loss and still jilling herself."

"It sounds like one of Lilith's children, Sam," Candy whispered to me. "One of the Akula."

"Alukah," I absently corrected, thumbing my earlobe. I had my carry-on bag sitting on my lap, dagger accessible. "We may be in some danger."

The plane started taxiing to the runway and Candy's eyes widened. "You think it's after us?"

"Yes." I tried to sound calmer than I felt. "It must know about our mission."

Anger flashed in Candy's eyes. "Then why did they only send the two of us? Why not send a few of those sluts they call bodyguards to protect us. The way they dress, I'm sure the Alukah would be pestering the guard and leaving us alone."

Why did Mark and Mary send us alone? To not attract attention? They certainly couldn't come to France without causing a firestorm. I had grabbed a copy London Times while we were waiting for our connecting flight to France and read that the UK was embroiled in a vote of no confidence against their Prime Minister for supporting Mark. Further, the editors of the paper lauded the President of France for condemning the Prime Minister along with Mark and Mary.

"We will be safe," I lied. "I know more about magic than anyone."

"Not Lilith," Candy pointed out. "It was foolish of them to send us without any guards. Fuck they're idiots!"

I blinked, having never heard Candy say anything bad about Mark and Mary. It was the fear talking. I could see it in her eyes. I felt the same fear gripping my heart with a cold, slimy hand. Candy was right--they should have sent us some protection.

I worried the entire flight to Toulouse. Mary said to call their Chief of Police if we needed any help. She had put him under her control a few days ago when she flew out to France to steal the Mother Superior's Gift. I would definitely feel better if there were some armed men around. The cops, combined with an ointment to protect against the Alukah's mesmerizing gaze, should keep us safe. If I figured out the ointment's formula right, and there wouldn't be a way to test it until we were face-to-face with the monster. And there was the warding spell I knew. That would help, too.

But that was useless without protection from the mesmerizing gaze. So the ointment was the highest priority. The ingredients shouldn't be too hard to find for the ointment: St. John's wort, a daisy, and some red berries combined with some sort of cream as the base. Then I just had to perform a simple charm, and we should be protected from the most dangerous weapon the Alukah possessed.

When we landed at Toulouse-Blagnac Airport, I found all the ingredients in the duty-free shop--thank God for the all-natural health craze and florists. I mixed them together, using a cold cream for the base.

I spritzed some of my enchanted perfume on me as we made our way to customs. It was similar to these incense sticks I made for Willow and would put people into a suggestive frame of mind. One whiff and the Customs Official waved us through even though neither of us had passports. After customs, we called the Captain of the Toulouse Police. He sent us two cops for an escort. The sun was just rising when they pulled up in one of those ridiculously tiny, European cop cars.

"I am Michel. This is Francois," the serious young man said climbing out of the cop car. His eyes were instantly glued to Candy's cleavage. I couldn't blame him. She was showing a lot of it, and it was breathtaking.

Francois was a dark, brooding man, handsome, with a huge grin on his face. He sauntered up to Candy, asking, "Want touch my rooster?" Michel shook his head and muttered something in French. Francois ignored him, continuing, "American ladies love big rooster!"

"What?" Candy giggled.

"My rooster! Is very big!" He held his hands over a foot apart. "My rooster feel great your cat!"

"Come again?" I asked, baffled by what Francois was saying.

"My rooster!" Francois exclaimed enthusiastically, pointing to his crotch. "Ladies love big rooster! Like Black man."

"You mean your cock? Your penis?" I asked, finally catching his drift.

"Yeah, yeah. My big rooster! It rises every morning. Very straight and crows very much!"

"And cat is our pussies?" Candy asked.

He nodded. Candy gave him a considering look then a promising smile. I blinked. Candy wasn't usually into guys. I gave Francois a second glance and decided that he was handsome enough. Maybe later, Candy and I could have some fun. Just because I could make my own cock didn't mean I stopped craving a nice, hard dick.

"You were told to do whatever we say, right?" I asked them.

"Oui, oui," Michel nodded.

"Good, rub this ointment under your eyes," I ordered, holding out the cold cream container.

"Why?" Francois asked, staring askance at the ointment.

"Makes your rooster big," Candy giggled. "If it's as big as you say, maybe my hungry cat will eat it."

Francois's grin was priceless. He was so eager to rub it on his eyes that I suspected he was a virgin, and his over-the-top flirting was only a mask to hide that fact. Michel frowned, and Candy shook her cleavage at him. He sighed, sniffed the minty concoction, and rubbed it under his eyes, muttering something in French.

It didn't sound complimentary.

Well, the ointment had a... distinct odor to it. That strong, medicinal smell from the cold cream combined with a sulfurous fume from the charm.

Francois flirted badly with us the entire drive. His understanding of English wasn't that great, and trying to figure out what he meant was a real chore sometimes. The countryside of France was quite beautiful, providing a distraction. The roads were lined with ancient hedgerows--walls of green that were older than any city in America. The landscape streaked by as Francois drove us at breakneck speed down the country highway. Soon a hill rose up ahead, a pile of rocks looming over the French countryside. Rennes-le-Château perched atop it, like a crown on a rocky giant's head.

The road up the hill to the town was curvy, winding back and forth like a drunken serpent. Rennes-le-Château was ancient, made of stone buildings that groaned with their centuries of age. The streets were far too narrow for more than one car to drive down at a time, even one as small as the cop's vehicle.

Francois didn't care; he barreled down them and forced any oncoming motorist to back out of his way. I was definitely feeling carsick after the bouncy ride across the cobblestone streets, and thrilled when we reached the Church of Mary Magdalene. The Motherhouse loomed behind it.

I hurriedly got out, just in case Francois decided to drive us across the grounds or something.

The Motherhouse was as old as the rest of the town. Made of stones fitted together and weathered by centuries of rain, while green creepers crawled up the sides, trying to pry the stones apart. The door was aged wood and bound in iron. It was closed, but not locked.

I cast a warding spell while the cops watched with bemused expressions. Candy was a dear and started flirting with them to keep them out of my way. The Natsar spell--which should keep the Alukah out, as well as any other children of Lilith, minor demons, homunculi, and spirits that might be after us--had to be precisely cast at all four corners of the building.

"Is she witch?" Francois said as I worked.

"Oh, yes," Candy giggled.

I worked my way around the building, the peanut gallery following in my wake. Candy's voice was so throaty as she purred on about how hungry her cat was for big roosters. I let the noise fade as I worked the spells, casting them with precision.

"Francois, you stay out and watch the door," I told him when I finished circling the building. "Don't invite anyone in."

"Of course, mademoiselle," he answered with a bow. "No fear. I protect you with big rooster!"

Candy laughed and patted his groin. "I bet you will."

Our defenses set, I eagerly headed for the basement followed by Michel and Candy. The cop had his flashlight out, shining ahead, as I raced down the tight, narrow staircase. The basement, reeking of centuries of filth, was full of old cardboard boxes that were stained black with mildew. At the far end was a door made of iron and covered with what appeared to be Paleo-Hebrew characters.

"This is it," I said, my heart pounding.

"It's... something," Candy agreed.

Excitedly I read the inscriptions, translating them. They were commands forbidding elohim from entering. Elohim could mean many things, all connected to the spiritual realm. Literally translated, it meant "gods" and was often applied to the God of the Old Testament. But it could also refer to angels, demons, spirits of the dead, and the pagan gods worshiped by the Israelite enemies.

I touched the metal, feeling the hammer strokes that had beaten the metal flat, then traced through the angular script. They must have stamped the characters into the plates. The metal was clearly iron, and I bet that it was cold iron. Meteoric iron. The most powerful metal in dealing with the supernatural has always been iron not worked by heat, and the most readily available source of iron in the ancient world fell from the skies--meteors.

Candy and the French cop watched in curiosity. "Candy, grab the survey equipment from the car." After the two cops picked us up, we purchased some supplies before we left Toulouse. "Then take scrapings of the walls. I will need a metallurgical analysis."

"Sure, Sam," Candy smiled.

I grabbed the digital camera and began to meticulously document the room. Inside, there were more spells written on the walls. A giddy rush bubbled up inside me. If I wasn't their Vizier, I could make a name for myself in the archaeological world for this discovery.

A shame I could never share it with my peers.

Luka - Rennes-le-Château, France

I watched the French cop as he stood bored in front of the Motherhouse from my perch in the ancient oak tree. My target was inside--Samnag Soun. I could smell her scent thick in the air. I had been watching all day, waiting, pondering.

My fangs itched to sink into Sam's olive throat and drink my fill of her life, but first I had to deal with the Natsar ward and then her guards. I did not have my sister Cora's brute strength. Worse, I could smell the ointment from here that protected all of them from my gaze. I could be overpowered by the two cops if I wasn't careful.

As the day wore on the cop guarding the front door grew more and more bored. The sun would be setting soon, and his attention would only worsen with time. I smelled an opportunity. Humans weren't innate hunters like I was.

I had the patience to wait all day for my chance.

Finally, the sun slipped beneath the horizon and the sky darkened to a deep purple-black. Thunder rumbled in the distance. A storm approached. I slipped out of the tree and boldly walked down the path to the cop. I shaped my hair into a form-fitting bodysuit. It hugged every lush curve of my body. I felt his gaze fall on me and saw the lust burning in his eyes.

I didn't need my gaze to deal with a horny man.

He said something in French. It was musical, poetry given sound, and utterly meaningless to me. I just smiled as sultrily as possible and exaggerated the roll of my hips even more. He kept speaking in French as I stepped up in front of him just on the other side of the Natsar's boundary and boldly looked him up and down.

"I love cops," I purred. Thunder rumbled behind me, the wind picking up as dark storm clouds swept over the hill.

And thus did the foul servant of Lilith, her monstrous daughter Alukah, summon the storm that raged against the monastery. And under the cover of its howling gale, did the foul thing attack the servants of the Living Gods

--The Second Book of Vivian 2:33

Candy Garnett - Rennes-le-Château, France

I was bored.

Sam was having fun taking her measurements and notes and all that academic shit. "We're going to be here for days and days analyzing it, Candy," she said as she wrote in her notebook, so giddy with discovery. "Maybe even longer than a week. This is amazing."

I could only fidget and watch her work, trying to pay attention so I could help her out. But she was lost in her world of discovery. And on top of the boredom, there was the dull fear aching my heart. An Alukah may be hunting us.

Yes, we were safe inside the Natsar, but I couldn't shake the unease writhing like an eel in my stomach. Anger burned in me that Mark and Mary would send us out here by ourselves. Sam was the most important person in maintaining their power, and they didn't give her half the respect she deserved.

In my opinion, Sam should be running things, not kowtowing to those two idiots who were forever blundering into one disaster after another.

Sam should make her own pact with Lucifer.

I was scared to bring it up to her--it was such a seditious idea--but she could be so much more if she just had a little bit more ambition to go with her intelligence. With my help, Sam would one day show the world just how smart and powerful she really was.

In the meantime, I was bored.

Michel was as bored as I was, leaning against a moldy cardboard box. He was cute, with dark eyes and hair. And incredibly shy. I've always preferred the ladies, but there have been times when a guy was cute enough to attract my interest. I loved the shy ones. They always let me be the aggressive one--the one in charge.​