Broken Soul

Shades of Fate
Broken Soul

Daemon Messiah

Issue #1
Wanderer

      Alex wandered through a half dead forest. "There's something here," he thought to himself. There was not a sound to be heard, aside from the rustles of dead and dying trees. And it stunk, but not to his nose. There was a sort of aura here, a spiritual message saying "Go back, it is dangerous here, there was something terrible that happened here."
      It reminded him of home.
      He looked up at the majestic redwood, thinking the kind of power it would take to kill this thing, which was a good 400 feet in diameter, which would place it at about one million years old. It would never die, but it drooped.
      "It's as stubborn as I am," he thought to himself. "And nearly as old."
      "STOP IT! Let me go!" comes a scream from nearby, drawing his attention. He wandered through this dying place, searching for the source of the sound. "Get off of me! EEKK!" the voice came again. This time, he found the source of the noise.
      There was a women tied to a tree. The front of her shirt was torn off, and she was being tended to...to put it delicately...by a demon. No one else could've told he was, as he had taken form of a handsome man, but Alex had senses most lacked. He watched silently from his corner, hiding his presence. He WAS a human, after all. He could do that.
    "Hehehe..." the demon laughed to himself, sharpened teeth showing through his grin. ”I'm going to love fucking you, my sweet morsel." he said,
Fondling her breasts as she squirmed in her bindings.
    "Nooo!" she cried out, looking away. Tears touched her eyes as he reached down to stroke himself, fondling her breasts. "No...” she repeated.
    He stepped out from his hiding place, looking at the creature, noting everything about him, particularly the pouch of crystals hanging from his belt, nearly full. He felt for his own pouch, its weight a comfort on the palm of his hand.
    "Let her go," he said menacingly, looking at the demon.
    The demon looks up at him, grinning broadly, sure he's going to win.
    "Well what have we here," he says, “One survived? Hehehe...you pathetic human, I'm looking forward to making you join your comrades!" And then he
struck out, striking with pitch black claws, every one with a different glyph.
    "Ahhh..." Alex though to himself. "There it is."
    He quickly takes a crystal and pops it into his mouth from the pouch. There is a temporary, but pure silence, as if the world were waiting for something to happen. Then, a loud blast which threw the demon back. And in the middle of the crater, there stood Alex...only, rather than the stark black hair he once had, his hair was platinum, and he held a sword of black marble, it to covered in glyphs. He looks up at the demon, grinning so his own sharp, animalistic teeth show, his slitted, red eyes glowering at him.
    "Did you really expect to face a human combatant? Hmph, you unworthy demon. Your senses are so dim they can barely detect a devil."
    "WHAT?!" the demon, frightened now. But he had to win.
    He popped a crystal into his own mouth, gathering its forces. A ghost drifted away from him and rose toward its destination.
    "That soul's power isn't going to save you," comes the voice of Alex, echoing in the very depths of the woman's soul.
    She had been watching the exchange silently, unable to see her savior, but now he walked up with the smooth grace of a feline, standing beside her. He looks down at her, grinning a devilish grin.
    "Don't move," he tells her.
    Suddenly he tenses up and springs at the frightened demon.
    The demon, looking up just in time, dodges. But he caught a glimpse into the devil's eyes. "I know you and name you, Animus!" he shouts.
    Animus, hearing this, stops in his tracks. Suddenly he had lost the power of movement, but then he grins. "I name you as well, you pathetic demon. You are... COWARDICE!" he resumes his forward motions.
    "Die." It was a simple word, spoken as a command. The sword, flashing in the sun, swipes upward, cutting the demon in half. Reaching into the body quickly, he removes a large, red diamond, swallowing it quickly, glowing red for a moment, then, looking at the lady, he began to walk toward her.
The lady looked at him, eyes full of hope and cheer, happy. At him, her savior. He stopped right in front of her, looking down at her through his blood red eyes.
    "Th...tha..." she started, but she was cut off as a single finger pressed up against her lips.
    She looked up at him, and watched as his eyes faded from red to violet, the hair from black to red.
"What's going on?" she thought to herself.
      Animus looked down at her.
      "Animus is a destroyer. Animus was never and will never be interested in saving a mortal. I am Blaize. I am the true personality of this body." He leans close and touches her cheek, looking into her eyes. "You're beautiful." He states. Then he kissed her.
      Her mouth opened, unbidden, and they kissed passionately. His hand ran up her skirt pushing up the hem as he rubs her inner thigh, causing her to gasp in surprise.
      "Eep!" she gasped. "What do you think you're doing?!!"
      Blaize grins. “Exactly what you think I'm doing. Do you deny enjoying it?" He replies, running his hand in slow circles around her thigh, sending
shivers through her cunt.
      "Ye...yes..." she replies. I think you're a terr...terrib...O GOD!" she says, interrupted as his hand goes up against the crotch of her panties.
      Squirming in her bindings, unable to get away, she cannot resist as he lowers his head to her exposed breasts, licking her flesh but never touching
her nipples.
      "Mmm..." she moans to herself.
      He raises his head, looks at her, running a single finger absentmindedly around her nipple.
      "You know..." he says, "It never ceases to amaze me...how fast you mortals go from 'NO! PLEASE! DON’T!! STOOPPP!' to 'No...please....don't stop...'"
      Unable to answer, she just stands there, breathing in ragged breaths as he runs a hand along the slit of her cunt through her panties.
      "Can't speak eh?" He says. "Well, let’s see if we can't remedy that..."
      Kneeling in front of her, he lifts her skirt and pushes the crotch of her panties aside, exposing her wet pussy. He leans in close and teases her clit with the tip of his tongue.
      "AHHH!" she screams, more out of shock than pain.
      She wraps her legs around his neck, pushing back against him with her heels, forcing his head against her crotch as she gets support from the ropes tying her to the tree. She begins humping his face, trying to get his tongue in as he licks along the lips of her vagina. He finally shoves it in, licking all around inside
her pussy. Pleasure shoots through her, and she screams as she cums all over his face.
      "Hehe..." he laughs, standing up and licking his lips, wiping his chin clean on a sleeve. "Did you enjoy that?"
      "...yes..."
      "Do you want more?"
      "Yess!"
      "What was that??"
      "YESS!!!" the finally screams.
      "Very good! And now, for your reward." He says unzipping his pants and pulling out his erection. "Do you want it?"
      "Yes..." she replies, unable to tear her gaze from the member in front of her.
      "How much?"
      "A lot..."
      "HOW MUCH??!"
      "Eek! O please, master, fuck me, I need it so bad, please, I want your cock in my pussy!"
      Wordlessly, he grabs her hips. Placing the tip of his cock against her cunt lips, he moves in excruciatingly slowly, causing her to shudder in anticipation.
      "Please...don't tease me..." she begs, squirming around his cock, trying to get more in.
      It happened without warning. He slammed the entire length up her cunt, causing her to scream and wrap her legs around him. He grunts, slamming in and out, his hand searching until he inserts a finger up her ass.
      "Yes! O God YEES!" she screams in his ear, as she cums, triggering the orgasm of Blaize, and together they shudder to a stop.
Wordlessly, he takes out his marble sword, cuts her loose, and starts to walk away.
      "Wait! WAIT!" he hears a shout.
      He turns around, looking at her.
      "I want you to cum...in my mouth..."

Issue #2
Blaize DeMonique

Prelude
I'm including this prelude sherely so u can find out EXACTLY what happens from the last issue. It has NOTHING to do with this story, but since you folk are such pervs and you want to know the details, I throw it in out of the kindness of my heart. And penis. Naturally.
At last scene, as you all well know, the Devil and the God met and had sexual intercourse.
No, not really.
Weeelllll...the last word out of the young lady's mouth were "I want you...to cum...in my mouth...” Unquote. Must been written by some sorta
pervert.
But enough! We will now cuntinue...err, continue...the tale of twisted minds trapped in immortal bodies.

      Upon hearing this, our hero's violet eyes turned back to see her, the nameless, purple haired girl he had just fucked silly, kneeling on the ground in front of him. And, before he could object, she had parted his blue-purple robe and taken his cock in her mouth, still limp. It stiffened beneath her sucking lips, prodding the back of her throat, causing her to moan with pleasure, which in turn caused him to gasp and his legs to give in. He groaned as her talented fingers reached up and caressed his ball
sack, sending streak of pleasure up his lower abdomen. Suddenly, he reached down and grabbed her by the ass, shoving his cock down her throat, her gag reflex causing him to add his own moans. Suddenly he tensed his milky white cum spray in huge, thick loads straight down her throat. She swallowed loudly, trying to catch it all, only to have some drip from her overflowing mouth, drizzling down her neck and falling on her breasts, exposed through the shirt torn by the demon she had just been saved from. Her loud gulping echoed in the dying forest. Thus, the strange devil was joined by a woman, bound by lust.

      The pair walked along a dirt road, a small town off in the distance. Chimneys smoked in the distance, and the tops of small, brick buildings could be seen in the distance. The large, red dwarf sun was falling slowly in the east, while the new sun rose in the west. The road wound through a grassland area, scarce trees rising from the ground like lone sentinels, scattered over the vast expanse.
      "...so let me get this straight..." continued Blaize, looking down at her as he walked, his robe flouncing around her, giving tantalizing glimpses of cleavage. "You are a witch, and you were trying to get rid of that demon?"
      "Well..." she replied, looking down and fidgeting as she answered, "I wouldn't say I was a WITCH..."
      "O great." he sighs looking exasperated. "An apprentice! Lovely. And here I thought you might be able to help me."
      "Help you what?"
      "Well...." now it was his turn to look embarrassed, "I'm looking for my father."
      "What? Why?" she says, looking at him curiously.
      "Well....it's pretty obvious that he was a demon, if not a devil. But that's all. He never visited me when I was younger, he's never seen me, and I've never seen him. But recently, I've been having strange premonitions...and then, of course, there's this." He says, drawing out a letter from the folds of his...undergarments, which were composed of a loose silk shirt and pants of a red-purple color.
      The paper was marked with strange writing, all glowing malevolently in red.
      "Demonic writing.” the mortal notes, barely glancing at it.
      Her training had taught her of demons and the things they did, and she knew that much more of a glance at that writing would cause her flesh to rot from her
bones. There were long, lurid tales of the various witches that had tried and failed.
      "What's it say?"
      "Weeell..." he says, drawing it out, "It says that the end of the world is coming. That I had best grab my mom and get out of there."
      She replies in the normal fashion when being told of apocalypse: a strange look.
      "Ya ya ya..." he says, waving it off, “I would normally think that it was rather odd too, except that I did it, and while I was traveling between worlds, I felt the Chaos rushing in to fill the void. I couldn’t even find my Tear."
      "Tear?" she asked. She had heard of them but had never seen one, and was rather skeptical as to whether they existed at all.
      "Umm...it's how we travel. Here..." he says.
      Plunging a single claw into the air in front of him, he pulled down. There was a loud ripping, and then nothing. The scenery, so calm and docile, was interrupted by a hole, a rip. Wind rushed into this hole and a loud roaring was heard. Glances through the hole revealed a pitch black...a black that held terror for the lady. As she backed away, she looked at her savior.
      He didn't look much like a savior anymore.
      His eyes glowed a fiery red, his teeth grew long and sharp. He grins a malicious grin as he looked down at her, his eyes full of anger and lust. He pulls his finger away from the hole, and it sealed itself quietly.
      "Unfortunately..." he says quietly, walking for her, "In order to do such things, I become a demon...."
      She began to run, but he rose from the ground in front of her, a fiery angel of vengeance. He grabs her, lifting her up off the ground until the robe rips, revealing her taut breasts. She falls to the ground, crawling backward even as she feels her panties getting slowly wetter, leaving a trail of her slick juice along the ground as she backed up in what she knew was a futile effort. The adrenaline rushed as she scooted away, Blaize bearing down on her like the wrath of God. He lay on top of her, causing her to kick and scream.
      "GET AWAY!" she shouts, trying to escape.
        He looks at her, his eyes still glowing red. "Stop?" he grins. "My dear, you don't REALLY want that." He reaches down stroking the crotch of her panties. He looks up at her as she starts to squirm under him. “Why, you’re  panties are SOAKING. We're going to have to do something about that."
        "No...." she whimpers, as his hand push aside the robe smoothly. His hand cupped her breasts, slowly massaging them as she whimpered "Please...no more...NO MORE..."
        "You keep saying that. Well, let's see if you mean it." He reaches down, shoving her panties aside and sliding his fingers along her juicy slit, lightly teasing her clit.
        "Mmm...” The moan coming unbidden from lips about to scream.
        Her mouth opened as he settled in for a kiss, their tongues dueling as he stroked her cunt, his teeth lightly piercing her lips.
        Removing his lips, he asks, "Where are all your no's now?” Suddenly, without warning, he slides a finger up her pussy. "Well?"
        "AaaaaaAAHH!" was all she could say as his finger slid in and out of her cunt.
        He grabs her, rolling her over on her front. He grabs her by the ass, giving it a squeeze, causing a slight whimper of pain as his claws digs into the flesh of her ass. He leans in, pushing her panties aside in favor of a new hole. He leans in close, inhaling her musky scent until finally placing his tongue against her asshole. She gasped in surprise as his tongue teased her, her gasps turning to moans, and she began shoving her ass into his face.
        "Do you like that?” he asks, pulling his face away.
        "Yes..." she replies quietly, looking into the ground, embarrassed.
        She felt her panties being tugged off, and lifted her hips in compliance. The fingers slid along her thigh, dragging off her ankles. Her bare clit stroked the ground, sending shivers up her body, and she shuddered with a minor orgasm. She turned to look as she heard the shuffling of clothing, only to have a face kiss her while something blunt was pressed into her ass. There was intense pain, and grunting as she screamed. She felt her hair pulled back from her head as she was fucked up the ass, pain slowly turning to pleasure. Her chest rose from the ground, thrusting her clit against the ground, gyrating with every thrust. She scream and moaned and finally,
release. Her orgasm shuddered through her, her juice spilling over the dirt, and as her ass tightened, she felt the semen blasted into her ass.
        Soundlessly, they both got dressed and walked toward the town.
Issue #3
Animus DeMonique

The birds sang lightly as the sun sat gently behind green and violet trees in the distance. The duo saunter down the worn, dirt path, still on there way to the small village of Twill. Chimneys smoked, but it was still far distant.
    "Blaize." says the man, looking into the distance.
    "What?" replies the young lady, rather puzzled.
    The silence grew steadily as he turned to look at her, waiting for something. Something, perhaps, dangerous. The air hung with a sort of spiritual stench. She could feel it in her bones, and it shook her to her very soul.
    "'Tis my name." He replies. "Blaize DeMonique. I thought you might want to know, before I...leave."
    "Leave? Where are you going?"
    "You'll see."
    And then, he wasn't there. It was just an empty space.
    A chuckle is heard from a tree close to the road.
    "Awww, has the little human lost her friend? Tsk tsk, 'tis a pity, truly." Again a chuckle. A malicious laugh, full of evil intent. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up, and every instinct told her to run.
    She was always a little stubborn.
    "Who are you?" she shouts into the tree, looking.
    There, with one leg crooked, the other dangling, sat a demon. He was pale, with platinum hair, pointed ears. He wore a leather jacket and pants, thick lace-up boots, and leaned on a sword of black marble, marked with what she recognized as the seven deadly sins.
    But what stood out most were his eyes. Vicious, narrow, slitted eyes with bright-red pupils. They spoke of hundreds dead, body-strewn landscapes, being stained with blood and laughing it off.
    "Animus." A simple word, springing unbidden to her lips.
    His name, she thinks. He told me his name.
    "Do you remember me?" he asks, smiling a crooked smile, his dagger-like teeth pricking his lips lightly. He licks the blood off the punctures without thinking.
    "You...you're the one that killed that demon!"
    "Cowardice. A weak, pathetic fool. He didn't deserve to live."
    He leaps down from his high seat, landing in front of her. He strokes her cheeks lightly, leaving a long trail of blood as his claw cuts her cheek.
    "And you, my child..." He looks into her eyes. "Janus? Janus Marie Whitecrest. You would be dead too, had Blaize not had such a pity for you." Again a smile. "But he's not here now, is he?"
      Now she was scared. She realized exactly what he was. This was a true demon, a heartless being, one who could kill her at the slightest provocation, and probably would. She backs away slowly, her fear blatant.
      Then she turns and runs.
      But he's right there, in front of her, the tip of his sword scraping her neck, a trail of blood seeping into her robes and coming to rest as a crimson taint on her satiny breasts.
      He looks down at her, trailing his eyes along her body, while she is frozen in fear.
      "But this time, out of the kindness of my heart, I will allow you a chance at life." His sword slides down, cutting her robes slowly in half, revealing full breasts and silk panties of purple. The edge leaves a trail of crimson down her smooth skin, a single mark to taint it, a trail of shame.
      "Beg for your life." He grins a vicious. "Plead."
      "Please..." she whimpers, grabbing him and looking up at him with eyes full of tears.”Please don't kill me..."
      "Hmmm...you're a quick learner. There may be hope for you yet." Suddenly he lashes out with the leg she's grabbing, sending her flying off and leaving a deepening bruise on her side.
    He strolls to where she lay sprawled, grabs her and kisses her roughly, his tongue grappling with hers. He breaks the kiss, which she found herself returning with much the same vigor.
    It frightened and ashamed her.
    "Tell me..." he says, his hand rubbing her exposed thigh, his breath deepening, sending thrills of pleasure up the junction of her thighs.”Tell me...you'll do anything."
    She whimpers, ashamed as her legs rub together unbidden, and turns away as her face away as she blushes.
    "Tell me!" he orders, grabbing her thigh, his claws digging into them.
    "AHHHHH!" she screams as pain shoots up her leg. "I'll do anything! ANYTHING! Please, just let me go!" She sighs with relief as his grip loosens. She looks down at her thigh, seeing deep puncture wounds.
    He leans down, lapping the blood from her wounds, and she is amazed to see them heal, leaving behind small, barely existent scars. His tongue trail up the cut along her torso, following it between her breasts, sending shivers of pleasure through her body.
    He reaches down to rub the crotch of her panties. She releases a gasp of pleasure, thrusting her moist, wanton cunt against his probing finger.
    "O, you bad, bad girl..." he whispers huskily into her ear.”You're enjoying being treated like a slut aren't you?" A single finger probes past her panties, teasing her moist slit. She moans lightly. "I'll take that as a yes..."
    Suddenly, he stands up. He undresses in front of her, revealing a firm, pale body, lithe and strong. But what held her attention was the huge, throbbing penis.
    It was about 7 inches, but thick. Enough to make any demon proud.
    "Do you like it?" he asks, looking down at her with arms crossed.
    "Yes..." she answers, ashamed but unable to turn away from the huge member in front of her.
    "Would you like to taste it?"
    "Yes!" she says, more conviction in her voice. She reaches out to touch it, but her hand is slapped away.
    "I never said you could touch it." he says, still looking down at her. "But you may taste it."
    She nods, slightly ashamed at herself. She leans in close, her tongue snaking out from light pink lips, to lap at his precum.
    "There's a good girl. Does is taste good?" he asks, his voice rough with passion.
    She nods, still lapping at his cockhead. She felt her pussy getting wetter, her panties darkening as they soaked up her juices.
    "Would you like more?"
    Nod.
    "What would you like?"
    "May...may I suck it, Master?" she begs. "Please?"
    "Yes you may." he permissed.
    He grunts as she wraps her mouth around his prick, her tongue swirling around it in slow, slightly taunting motions, her head sliding up and down as she sucks.
    After a few minutes of this, he grabs her head and thrusts his cock down her throat. Faster and faster, his breath panting in and out as she moans around his cock. Suddenly, he spasms as he blows his load down her throat. She frantically swallows, trying to get it all down her throat, but some dribbles down her chin.
      He picks her up, licking up his cum and kissing her so she can keep on tasting it, pushing her up against a tree in the process. Suddenly, she feels her cunt filled with his erection, and she lets out a gasp as pain rips through her. He thrusts in and out, in and out, grunting, and her slit adapts to the size of his cock, pleasure slowly spreading through her. Suddenly he grits his teeth and thrust in hard, and his cum filled her vagina, causing her to scream as she has her orgasm, an orgasm so large, they both pass out there, against the tree.
Issue #4
Alex DeMonique

Janus wakes up in the morning, the light shining in her eyes. There were gentle morning noises that lulled her awakes as she sat up, her slit robes falling from her still nude body.
      She never had the chance to cover herself. She looks down at the crumpled silk in her lap, contemplating them, but the thought was interrupted by a voice. It was soothing, slightly musical, a calm sort of voice.
      "Ahhh...she's awake! Good." says the voice as she looks up. "I was worried I was going to need to check for a pulse."
      There's suddenly a loud sizzle, and she looks in his general direction, seeing a small metal cook-pan over a fire, cooking a slab of meat. He sprinkles it with something, a purple powder, and then turns to her. The man himself was a marvel of a man, striking in appearance with dark, shoulder-length black hair and black eyes. His dress was simple, blue jeans, a long sleeved red shirt. A tan trench coat hung from the tree's branch, close to a large black bag, also leather, which sat near the trunk.
      "You'd better cover up unless you want me to do something about it." he notes, approaching her. “Name’s Alex."
      She suddenly remembers her state, gathering the robes to her chest, the tatters barely covering her shapely thighs. She looks down, embarrassed at her blatant nudity in front of this man.
    Man?, she thinks. She hadn't encountered a human ever since the forest, and those she had had been killed. She checks, her training coming to her aid as she searched for any supernatural beings nearby, without encountering one.
      Suddenly, she feels fingers gently stroking her back.
      "Rough night?" the man asks, feeling the rough scrapes along her back.
      He is answered by a slap across the face. He looks at the young lady, the slap smoldering on his face.
      "I guess I deserved that." he says, rubbing his sore face. "Can I touch you long enough to tape you up, or would you prefer to risk infection?"
      She crumples at this question.
      "Now now, no need to pout." He grabs up some cloth, clean bandages. He begins taping her up, his hands running slowly along the strips of cloth, gently stroking, sending inadvertent shivers down her back. She feels her nipples slowly swelling beneath the cool silk.
      "There!" he says finally, turning her around. "You'll heal up with nary a scar. Don't you feel better?"
      "Y...yes." she replies, trying to cover up.
      "Hmmm? Something wrong?"
      "No."
    He shrugs, walking back to the sizzling pan. "How about some breakfast?"
      "Yes, please." Her reaction to him had puzzled her. She looks down and contemplates the ground beneath her feet, surprised at herself.
      Suddenly, her view is obstructed by a plate shoved beneath her face, an unidentified, slightly seared slab of meat on the plate. The aroma rises up invitingly, causing her stomach to growl. She grabs it, grabbing the tools provided (simple wooden knife and fork). Her robes drop to her waist, exposing her bare breasts and erect nipples, unnoticed by her in her starving consumption.
      But he noticed.
      The food was spicy, tangy in a strange way, tasting like chicken. She stopped, noticing a scale on the foot-round slice of meat.
      "Pardon me?" she asks, curious.
      The man looks up from his meal, looking at her through his seemingly pupil-less eyes. “Yes?"
      "What is this?"
      "That is the flesh of a hydra. I killed it this morning." He looks at her incredulously. "What, don’t like it?"
      "No, it's not that..." she replies, looking down at the flesh before her. But no lone human could kill a hydra!
      She finishes her breakfast in record time, placing the plate and utensils beside her. She looks up only to see the man crouching over her, looking at her, unashamedly running his eyes up and down her body, coming to rest on her hard nipples.
      "Well well well..." he says, looking up at her with half a grin.”It's not THAT cold."
      She blushes clear down her breasts, unable to look him in the eyes, and tries to cover herself with her arms.
      "Now now..." he says, grabbing her arm and pulling it gently away.
      He leans in close, brushing her cheeks as he leans toward her. She starts to protest, her hand trying to push him away, but the kiss connects, his tongue wrestling with hers, his hand reaching down and rubbing her bares bottom. Her silk swaddled legs spread naturally as they both leaned back on the cool, morning-dewed grass.
      Finally, the kiss is broken as he reaches up toward bare breasts.
      "N...no..." she gasps as a finger tweaks at her nipples.     
      "Hush." he orders, as he kisses gently down her chest to her breasts, lapping and licking at them, causing her to gasp and moan in pleasure.
      He reaches down and rubs her quickly moistening slit, shoving a single finger up it, causing her moans, a steady stream of cunt juice darkening a patch on the red-purple robes. She begins to move under him, rubbing herself against him, her breasts brushing his chest and her vagina grinding against his still-clothed erection. She moans loudly, reaching down to rub his erection through his pants.
      Quickly she unzips his pants, pulling out the 7 inch erection. She starts to jerk it, but he looks at her and shakes his head.
      "Stand up." he commands.
      She does so, the robes dropping off of her, leaving her fully nude. He pushes her back against the tree, kneeling between her legs. His tongue teases her clit gently, and she leans against the tree for support as she gasps in surprise, her legs trying to give way as he slides three fingers into her little pussy. He starts to finger-fuck her, his digits sliding in and out with moist noises, as her legs moving to the rhythm of his thrusts. Her body quakes as she orgasms all over his hand and tongue, her nectar running down his hand.
      He stands up and licks it off where she can watch. He looks at her, eyes glinting mischievously.
      He places his prick in her hand. "Do you want it?" he asks, reaching down to stroke her newly flooded vagina.
      "Yes..." she replies, stroking it gently, out of breath.
      "What will you do for it?" He asks, stroking her a little harder, causing her strokes to strengthen.
      "Anything." She replies, her breath coming out in pants and gasps as he rubs her.
      "Is that a promise?"
      "..."
      Seeing her hesitation, he slows down his rubbing, slowly.
      "Yes!" she answers, relief in her eyes as he she feels a finger slide into her aching hole.
      "Raise your arms." he orders, a hand sliding quietly behind his back.
      She does so, unthinking, looking up only when her wrists hit the opposite sides of an overhanging branch. Faster than she can see, both hands are cuffed over a tree. She is then picked up and moved to a higher spot on the branch, her toes barely touching the ground. Her lover looks up at her, an impish grin spread across his face.
      "Well, you did say anything...” he says, reaching behind and sliding a finger up her ass. She squirms at this intrusion, the pain spreading from her tight backdoor, slowly turning to pleasure.
      "Well now...let's see what I have in my bag of tricks." he says, grabbing the bag beside the tree. From it he pulls one incredibly thick dildo, and looks at her. "Whatta you think? Can your ass take it?"
      She quickly begins trying to squirm free, trying to break the chains. "No!" she shouts, seeing him walk up to her. She tries to kick him, but he dodges and suddenly his dildo is up her cunt, causing a long guttural moan to erupt from her throat.
      "Yess..." she groans, finally filled.
      Suddenly, he removes it and shoves it up her backdoor. She grits her teeth against the pain, squirming her shapely bottom against it, trying to adjust to its immense girth. As it does, she begins to moan, the ecstasy overwhelming her.
      "Are you enjoying that?"
      "O god..." she replies, rubbing against him.”Please fuck me..."
      "I'll take that as a yes." He says, plunging his still free cock up her, fucking her mercilessly as she squirmed and moaned. She begins to gasps for breath, meeting his thrust, and finally orgasming. He cums into her as she does, the convulsions sending immense pleasure up his cock.
      He finally lets her down and tosses her his trench coat.
      "Come." he orders. "And if that dildo comes out, you don't eat."
Episode #5
Safehouse

They entered the village after 2 hours walk. It was made up of small, brick buildings, most lit. The streets were bustling with humans and their pets, strange looking, almost cat-like, 8 legged creatures. They went to market, to restaurants, to deal with Demons for goods from foreign worlds.
      Amongst all that noise and commotion, a single being relaxed against a wall watching passerby. The shadows covered its face, but it didn't matter because no one realized, nor cared, that she was there. She did take note of it all, however. Particularly the human that reeked of demonic intercourse, and her master, whom she recognized as Pandemonium. She smiles to herself, and then the spot where she stood was empty.
      Alex and Janus arrived at a 3 story building without windows. It dwarfed the surrounding architecture, its blank walls drawing the eye rather than making it more easily ignored. As they approach the door, it begins to glow with Demonic symbols.
    "Now, let me explain something." The man who wasn't a man says. "This is a Safehouse. Demons and pets only. Any questions?"
    "Yes." she replies, looking at him angrily. "WHEN DID I BECOME YOUR PET?!!!"
    "The moment you told me you'd do ANYTHING. Since that moment, you are claimed." He looks at her, half a grin on his face. "Speaking of which, you may remove it now."
    Reaching behind her, she reaches beneath her trench, removing the dildo in her anus. She sighs a slight relief as her sphincter releases its captive, but also in slight pleasure, feeling her body get ready for action. She looks at her new-found master, her eyes begging for something, ANYTHING to reduce the ache between her legs.
    "Nuh uh uh..." he says, wagging his finger at her.
    He opens the door, and they both stroll into a well-lit hall and are greeted by a Demoness in a tight satin dress, a slits revealing cleavage and her thighs up to her waist. She bows, greeting them politely and asking Janus if she can take her coat.
      "Uh, no." she replies, with a slight smile.
      "Uh, yes." Alex states, looking at her with a slight grin.
      "But..."
      "No buts." he replies, looking at her sternly.
      She succumbs, allowing her coat to be removed, the smooth skin of her bare body revealed, pink nipples erect, pussy open and ready. The Demoness looks at her as she hangs up the jacket.
      "Follow me." he commands, leading her into a small dining hall. Demons and Demoness dined everywhere, some clothed, others not. Their pets tended to their various needs, and if you looked beneath the table, many a creature was giving or receiving oral sex.
      Janus looked around the long table, at once shocked and turned on. She feels a hand snake into her legs and gently rubs her clit. She begins to squirm, her bare ass rubbing the cloth of her chair as she watches. A Demon, finished with a young lady with braided black hair in a school uniform, came over to sit beside her.
      "May I?" he asks, gesturing toward the violet-haired damsel.
      "I'll share mine if you'll share yours." he replies, looking pointedly at the youngster in the uniform.
      "Of course." he says, looking in the same direction. "LEXIA! Come here!"
      The woman approaches meekly, tired, worn, and to the trained eye, depressed. She looks at him with pleading eyes, trying to get out of the torment.
      Meanwhile, Janus has mounted the blond haired Demon's erection, his member plunging into her ass, causing her to gasp in pain and delight, loving the delicious torment of her ass being fucked without any lube to lessen the blow. She begins riding him in earnest, her tight rear nursing his prick, the tightness slowly bringing him to orgasm.
      Lexia looks into his eyes, knowing perfectly well what she is doing. From her eyes he gets images of a terrible massacre, fire to houses in a small village of huts, and her rape by Inferno, a Demon of low stature, trying to climb.
      His hair grows, lightening quickly to red, the tips of his flaming hair coming to rest on the chair, and he looks at her with violet eyes.
      "You poor, poor girl..." he says, gently stroking her cheek.”Come here."
      Inferno, too distracted by the pleasure from his loins, doesn't notice as his pet mount Blaize's 10" erection. She begins to ride him as he fights the claim of the other Demon's aura.
      Now the other Demon notices. He stands up, throwing Janus aside, and looking at Blaize angrily.
      "WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?" he asks, trying to grab her off as she lowered herself on to him with a long moan of pleasure.
      "Why, I'm taking her away from you." he replies, reaching around her and grabbing his arms, squeezing. There's a loud crunch as his wrists break. "Would you like to try to stop me?"
      "No." he states, as his bone cracks into place, healing in an instant. "I'll do THIS instead." He grabs up Janus, sliding into her in an instant, raping her in much the same way he raped the girl he was now claiming as his own.
      Blaize merely keeps at it, and isn't surprised as the other demon flies off, blasted off.
      "Haven't you ever been told," Janus asks, getting up, "never to rape a witch?"
Episode #6
Rhapsody of Souls

Lexia, now fulfilled, slides out of Blaize’s lap. He gets dressed, looking around as he does so.
        “Everyone OK?” he asks, digging through his bag and sliding into loose silk pants and shirt, a slit down the front doing a good job of drawing attention to the musculature there.
        Damn you, he thinks at Animus. Those were my best robes!
        Then you shouldn’t lend them to pets. Came Animus’s thought, scathingly.
        Now now kids, break it up. Ladies first. Alex butted in.
        You stay out of it! came the reply from both demons.
        The Demon looks around.
        “Everyone OK?” he asks. “No damages, I hope.”
        He hands Janus Alex’s trench-coat. “We really need to go out and let you buy some clothes, don’t we?”
        “Yes, we do.” She replies, sliding on the jacket.
        Later that day, Blaize sat at the bar musing, drinking vodka. The ladies were all snug in their beds in the room they had decided to rent. He sipped his drink, contemplating the current situation.
        You’re being watched. Came Animus’s sudden warning.
        His eyes flick from side to side, looking as he sips his drink, settling on a beautiful Demoness. She walks toward him, her long, deep blue hair dragging behind her, her dress of a pristine white satin, showing off and emphasizing every curve and movement.
        She sits down beside him, her hair finding its place behind her chair. Her legs parted slightly, the slits tantalizing him with looks up bare thigh and shapely legs. He didn’t see a panty line, which only turned him on more, and her nipples showed provocatively through her shirt.
        “Good evening.” he says, looking at her. “And who might you be?”
        “I am called Rhapsody.” she says, placing a gentle hand on his thigh and leaning in close. “I saw what you did.”
        “When?” he asks, looking down her dress to the immense DD breasts trying to escape her low neckline.
        “When you ‘saved’ that girl.” she replies with a laugh, her breasts bouncing lightly.
        “O?” he asks, smiling. “Did you enjoy the show?”
        “Yes.” she breathes, her hand going to his crotch. “I’d very much like to be saved myself…”
        “Uh…okay.” he says as she leads him up the stairs to her room.
        Her room was as pristine as she was, flounced by graceful white curtains and marble spires, done in the Greek style. Potted flowers of red accentuated the scene, and the whole thing was lit by candles set into the walls.
        She led him to the bed, sitting down and pulling him close. He kisses her, gently at first, but slowly with more passion. His hand strokes up her thigh, gently pushing aside the front of her dress, seeking her nether lips. Her thighs part a little, allowing him entrance to her moist vagina. He begins to run a single finger up and down her pussylips, causing her legs to close and part with the motion. He reaches up, pushing aside her low neckline, revealing a single large mound. He begins to suck the erect nipple, sending shivers down her spine to her already moist cunt. He begins to nibble it, slowly adding pressure until it is a full-blown bite. He slides a single finger into her moist slit, causing her to gasp at the strange combination of pleasure and pain, confused as her cunt dripped with pussy juice.
      He looks up at her, a contorted expression on his face. This is not what I agreed to! she thinks to herself.
      “Do you like that?” He asks, twisting a nipple roughly. “Does my finger feel good in your little cunt?”
      She gasps as the pain spreads from her engorged nipples. “Mmm….yes…” she replies as her cunt-juice runs down her thighs, staining her dress.
      He leans in close, still playing with her nipples. “Do you want more??”
      “Yes…” she breathes as she begins thrusting herself onto his fingers.
      “Then beg for it.” he commands, fingering her harder. “Beg like a little slut for me.”
      She whimpers, still thrusting herself on his probing digit. “Please…I want more….”
      “Please who?” he asks, roughly rubbing her clit with his thumb.
      “Please…master…please fuck me!!” She yells, reaching down and grabbing his erection as she gasps with an orgasm on his fingers.
      He laughs. “Who said anything about fucking?” He slaps her hand away. “And don’t touch me, bitch.”
      Suddenly, at these words, she turns around, pushing aside his robe and rubbing his cockhead along her aching slit. “FUCK ME!!!” she orders, sliding it in with a loud groan.
      He grabs her by the hips and slides her up and down his flesh rod, all 10 inches sliding in and out with an ease that surprised him.
        But something was wrong.
        “So, you’re trying to claim me?” he laughs uproariously, his long, sharp teeth bare. He begins fucking her harder, and even as she groans and gasps in his lap, the building starts to shake as they concentrate, the very earth vibrating with the force of ethereal energies. The lovers throw their energies into possessing one another, Blaize reigning with wings of the deepest black, Rhapsody fighting with wings of the purest translucence.
      Finally, they orgasm together, their liquid lust flowing out of Rhapsodies tight vagina to mix on Blaize’s robe.
      Blaize looks at her. “And now, my dear…” he says, “you’re Mine.”
      And she realized it was true.
Episode #7
The Hunt
There was a tentative knock on the door, soon followed by the light scraping of hinges as the door slowly opened. The Demoness behind the door, and, Blaize assumed, the knock, was the same one to greet Alex at the door. She arrived wearing a simple, silk nightgown, thrown over in a hurry, judging from the wrinkles.
    “Is everything all right?” she asked, concerned after the strange shockwave that had shaken the building.
    Blaize looks up at her, tired after the battle. Suddenly, he grins.
    “But of course.” He replies, noting her stare at his blatant nudity, the hardening of her nipples beneath her gown. “Those tremors were caused by me. I’m sorry to have caused you concern.”
    “That’s just fine, kind sir.” She replies, embarrassed by the hardening and growing of his erection as he looked at her.
    Quickly, she left the room, presumably to check on the other guests, but he doubted it.
    Shall we? He asks the others, a slight inward grin.
    Let me. Came Alex’s reply. Can’t let you have all the fun, now can I?
    There came a mental laugh. No, let me. I’ve had less fun than both of you.
    Very well, Animus. Replies Blaize with a sigh.
    Blaize left the room, leaving a sleeping Demoness on silk sheets. He really didn’t wish to leave her there, but he had to feed.
    This was more than simple, slow seduction. This was a hunt.
    He arrives at her room, raising a fist to rap at the door, only to stop when he hears a low, guttural moan. He slowly opens the door, finding two bodies tangled in the throws of passion.
    I’d recognize those moans anywhere. Came Alex’s shocked thought. One of those is Janus!
    And indeed, he could see her short violet hair between the legs of their hostess as they rolled into sixty-nine position. Her tongue licked broadly at the cunt in front of her, every so often teasing the clit lightly, her eyes closed. The voluptuous ass above her shook enticingly, teasing the swollen bulge in Blaize’s pants.
      Animus takes over at this point. The long, bright-red hair that Blaize is so proud of is reduced to short, spiked, and platinum. His erection grew thicker, uncomfortable at this point. His eyes, once violet and human, were now red and slitted. His ears grew long and pointed, the moans only being made clearer by their increase in size.
      He approaches the noisy couple, the silk he had been wearing falling soundlessly to the floor. His proud, 10” erection stood at attention, pointing the way to his destination as he approached the bed. He mounts the bed, spreading his legs where Janus’s head was placed, but she felt the motion and opened her eyes, looking up to see his nudity, mostly noting the prick she had sucked off so recently. She started to shout a warning, but her lover’s pussy was pressed into her face, choking it off and causing the ebony-haired hostess to groan with pleasure as the vibration was sent up her clit.
      Wordlessly, Animus places his mushroom head against the asshole of the Demoness. She looks up, shocked.
      “No!” she shouts, trying to squirm away as she felt the intrusion into her anal cavity. “Not there! I’ve never…AHHHH!”
      The scream was caused by his prick as it slowly entered her unlubed asshole. She grasps the sheets, squirming and crying out with pain, her eyes tearing at the obvious pain from her tight backdoor.
      “Yes.” Came a voice from above her, a voice she didn’t recognize. A stranger’s hands reached down to grasp her pendulous breasts, roughly caressing them as he ravished her ass. “You’ll learn to love it…” came the voice beside her ear, as she felt a tongue gently tease her neck.
      Her confused medley of screams and moans filled the room as her slit was slowly tongued to orgasm and her ass was mercilessly fucked. Slowly, her behind adjusted, pain changing to pleasure, and suddenly she was gasping in pleasure, backing up against the cock in her ass, wanting it, loving this new ecstasy.
      Suddenly, she’s shakes with orgasm, her cum spilling into Janus’s mouth, who laps it up eagerly. The orgasm squeezes Animus’ immense girth, causing him to slide in and out faster, screwing her ass harder, until he cums into her rectum.
      He pulls his flaccid erection from her tight hole, a loud pop occurring as he unstuck her. Looking at the two, he smiles, his grin full of sharp, carnivorous teeth.
      “What?” he laughs, looking at them. “Tired already?”
      Janus looks at him expectantly.
      “Ah, you know me too well.” He says, pulling her up to him and kissing her, rubbing her clit gently as his penis slowly hardened to its full length.
      “Mmm…” she moans lightly, lightly grinding against his fingers.
      “O, that’s right.” He notes, smiling. “You haven’t cum yet, have you?”
      “No…” she replies, gasping as he tip of his finger enters her slot.
      “Would you like to?” He asks, rotating it a little in her moist slit.
      “Yes!” she gasps, collapsing into him.
      “Then you’ll have to earn it.” He smiles, pulling her face into his lap. “Lick it.”
      She obediently licks the head in slow circles, where his prick had just been overwhelmed by the hunger of her cunt. She then works her way down his cock, dragging her tongue slowly along the bottom, teasing it, causing him to groan in anticipation.
      “That’s a good girl.” He says, interlacing his fingers in her hair, placing his hand on the back of her head. “Now, suck it.”
      She swallows his member with a vigor that surprises Animus, and is soon deepthroating him, his immense erection dodging in and out of her throat, causing her to choke slightly, but she took it. Her tongue sneaks out to lick at his balls as she approaches the base, causing him to gasp as she takes his nuts into her mouth, sucking them vigorously.
      “O shit…” he gasps, pressing her face into his lap. “I can’t take it.”
      Suddenly, Janus feels her mouth flooded with his load. Shot after shot fills her mouth. She swallows vigorously, trying not to miss any, but some leaks out onto her chin. She quickly licks it off.
      She grabs his once-again limp dick, jerking it back to its full length.
      “Master?” She asks, as she rubs and fondles his manhood.
      “Hmm?”
      “May I?” she requests, looking longingly at his swollen member.
      In answer, he flips her over, holding her legs spread wide, and begins to fuck her mercilessly. She moans and gasps underneath him as his prick bangs at the entrance to her womb and pokes her g-spot. She reaches up, fondling her own breasts, adding more moans.
      Suddenly, another hand moves hers away. The Demoness begins to lap and suckle at her breasts, one hand fingering her tired slit while the other plays with Janus’s slit. Suddenly, Janus starts spasming wildly, as she’s overcome by orgasm. Her pussy grips the rod within it, and Animus shoots another huge load into her.
      They all fell back asleep in each other’s arms, physically spent.
      And during all this, Animus leached the hostess’s life away.
Issue #8
Death Awaits
Animus left the Demoness three-quarters dry, unable to move, breathe, or even see. He took Janus away, waking her up and dragging her out before she can see the seemingly dead woman.
      “What’s going on?!” she asks as she’s dragged out.
      “Nothing. We’re leaving.”
        She opens her mouth to comment, but is cut off by a glare from her Master.
        They don’t bother checking out, starting to head for the door, but are frozen in their tracks when a voice calls to them.
        “What, leaving so soon?” says a voice behind them.
        Animus turns around, sword half-drawn, when he sees who it is. His weapon quickly disappears, quickly, his eyes wide in shock. There stood a tall man in archaic clothing, almost demonic in appearance, but not quite. His ears were inhumanly long, his eyes the color of blood, his hair shoulder-length and blond.
        Alex takes over quickly.
        “Vlad?” he asks, giving him a hug. “Vlad! I haven’t seen you in, what, 10, 11 years? WHERE’VE YOU BEEN???”
        “Alex?” he asks questioningly.
        “Yes?”
        “Get off of me.”
        “Right.” He replies, letting him go and clasping his arm.
        “As to your question, I’ve been everywhere. I went to Atlantis, to Olympia, to Paradise!” he sighs at the memory.
        “O? Paradise? And how’d you manage that?”
        “Committed suicide and followed a lost soul. Remind me to thank Animus for that, by the way.”
          They approach the cadre of women, all looking appraisingly at the man. He smiles in return, revealing his needlelike canines.
          “And this must be your roster.” He notes. “My my my, you’ve been busy indeed. I hope you plan to buy this one some clothes soon.”
          “Uh…I know this is all very charming and such, but we need to get out of here. Animus is threatening to invade my dreams.”
          He hears a chuckle inside his head.
          Together, they all leave the safehouse.

          Looks like that time of year again…came Animus’s voice.
          And what time would that be? Blaize replies.
          There will always be a time…Animus states, when death is abundant. No matter where you are, death will always be more common at certain times. A warm feeling to be interpreted as happiness. And that means she’s more likely to come.
          How do you know this?
          My friend, I guide the hopeless dead to their final resting place. It’s my job to know.
          Alex, during this time, wasn’t paying attention. He and Vladimir were catching up on old times, and, perhaps more importantly, letting Janus parade in from of them in various garments.
          At one point, the garment was a scanty teddy, translucent so you could see the nipples and the triangle of hair at her crotch. This she paraded in front of the vampire with much vigor, grinding in his lap in such a way as to get a rise out of a corpse.
            Suddenly, he grabs her, from his bench in the department store, his teeth digging their way into her neck. He sucked at her pulsing vein, sending her through an intense, nearly unbearable pleasure, falling into a swoon that was accompanied by images of Paradise.
            He casts her off, smiling as the blood dripped from the corner of his mouth. With a shock, she realized what had happened.
            “What was that about?” asks Alex, looking at him from where he stands.
            “It’s not the first time I’ve been lusted after. In fact, it’s natural bait.” Replies the archaic man. “She needed to be reminded exactly what I was. That and, unlike you Demons, we can’t reproduce.” A sad smile accompanied these words.

            “OK. Time to go.” States Vlad, standing up and purchasing the clothes they had chosen.
            “What?” replies Alex. “We haven’t even gotten through 4 years!”
            “I’m going with you.”
            “Ahhhh...” he says, looking at him quizzically. “Why?”
            He smiles. “I love a good story, and I’d love to see how this one ends.”
            Together, they go outside, gathering up the women and leaving the village to sleep in the forest, where they could gather their forces for the Tear.
            “Why is it so important that we be here?” Asks Janus as she unrolls her bedroll, another purchase made in the village. All of them carried their own supplies, sacks full to the brim.
            “Well…” replied Vlad. “Demons need to eat. Much like vampires, they survive on other living things. However, unlike us, they skim life-force, so that makes their range of treats a touch larger. I would assume you knew this?”
          “Well…I became their pet unwittingly.” She blushes at the memory.
          “Ahhh…” he replies, noting her reaction. “Well then…” He sits down on a nearby rock, perching on it. “Pets are a vessel of energy for the Demon. They do not feed on them, but they feed for them. You…and all the others…are bound to your masters, and everywhere you go, every living thing you touch, a little life is sent back to them.”
          “So…I’m killing everything I touch??!”
          “Not quite. Mortals regenerate. Immortals…we simply can’t. We all must be parasites.”
          “I understand.” She replies, lying down.
          “And one more thing.”
          “Hmmm?”
            “While you are a pet, you will not age.”
            She sits up, shocked.
            “And that is why most pets know what they are.” He smiles, and disappears.
           
            Animus slept lightly among the brush, feeling the body float down gently beside him. He opens his eyes, seeing the icy blue eye of the Devil in front of him. He gently pulls her in, giving her a passionate kiss.
            “Why hello.” She greets him with a laugh.
            “I had a feeling you’d come to me tonight.” He states, followed closely by a quick peck and a smile.
            The Demoness wore all black in much the same manner as Animus, her dress simple and flouncy, her hair the deepest, richest brown, thick and curly.
            They kiss once more, this time his hand going to her bottom, while her hands caressed his chest.
            “And I see I’m not a day too soon.” She notes, looking down at his crotch, his erection making an uncomfortable tent in tight leather. “We’re going to have to do something about that.”
            She has him sit on a nearby log, unbuttoning his jacket and revealing the rippling muscles beneath, kissing her way slowly down his chest. He leans back, enjoying the sensation as she comes to suck on his nipples, tantalizingly rubbing the lump between his legs. She stop suckling, her breath slightly husky, her eyes filled with longing as she drags the tip of her tongue down his chest and stomach. She then slowly unzips his pants with her teeth, releasing the monster beneath.
            “Well…” she smiles. “It seems you’ve grown since we last met.” She jerks on his 10” rod expertly, causing him to gasp in pleasure.
            “You know me…” he manages to croak. “Always in style.”
            She laughs gently, stopping her jerking to gently lick it.
            “No…stop.” Orders Animus, standing up.
            She looks up at him questioningly.
            “I want to fuck your breasts.” He smiles.
            Lexia had long since been awakened by the proceedings, and watched with horny anticipation as her hand strayed to the crotch of her panties, gently rubbing and teasing at her slowly moistening cunt. The two quickly began to undress before her, and for the first time, she got a clear view of Animus’s prick from her hiding spot behind a tree. She felt her pussy begin dripping on her hands, and watched as the unnamed Demoness drooled on Animus’s erection, sucking it as she rode it with her gargantuan tits.
            The softness wrapped around his spit-lubed cock, sliding up and down, as her mouth followed, sucking harshly, her teeth grating lightly as he moaned in pleasure.
            Lexia’s other hand strayed up to her breast, rubbing and caressing it through her shirt to the time of Animus’s lover’s breasts, imagining it was her. Unbidden, her hand began to gently slip into her cunt, the tip gently fucking the aching between her legs, only managing to increase it.
            Another hand reaches around her body to rub at her other tit, and she feels breasts pressed against her back. She tries to turn around.
            “No, no.” came a voice from behind she recognized as Rhapsody’s.
            “But….I…”
            “You’ve never been with another woman?” She finishes for her, gently pulling down her neckline and caressing the bare breast.
            In the meantime, Animus cums, his cum spraying his partner’s face, causing her to coo and moan in pleasure as she rubs it into her breasts and licks it off her cheeks and face.
            “Now…” she says, laying back, her breasts falling to the side, and spreading her legs. “My turn.”
            Animus lies down between her legs, gently teasing her clit with his tongue. His throbbing cock bends uncomfortably against the ground, forcing him to raise it as he gently sticks a finger up her dripping slit, causing a sudden gasp of pleasure.
            Over by the tree, Lexia had been disrobed and was sucking Rhapsody’s nipples while she fingered herself, Rhapsody gasping her pleasure as the her lover’s other hand went to her own slit, rubbing and teasing the clit whilst her nipple were sucked.
            Animus lapped at his love’s slit, finally sticking it in. The thighs closed in around him as he tasted her sweetness, and suddenly she flooded his mouth with cum, him gasping for breath as he tried to swallow it all down.
            Rhapsody kneeled between Lexia’s legs, gently lapping at her slit, taking her virginity anew. The lovely blue-haired teen did her best not to moan, lest she wake the others. There was suddenly a finger in her slit, causing her to grit her teeth as she had a small orgasm, which Rhapsody lapped up greedily. She rises up, kissing the young one full on the lips, and Lexia could taste herself on her lover’s lips, wrapping her arms around her and pressing there breasts against one another, hard nipples pleasuring each other.
            Animus sat on the log. “Ride me.”
            His lover mounts him backwards, directing his prick to her twat, sliding down fully, her slit squeezing him like a vice, and she begins to ride him vigorously. Animus’s ass rubs on the rough bark, but he doesn’t care. They make a medley of gasps and groans, and finally, together they cum.
              The lesbian pair broke off fingering each other.
              “Lay down.” The Demoness directs.
              She complies eagerly, laying down and spreading her legs. The immortal joins her, and they begin to rub their moist slits against each other, gasping and groaning as they slowly drew nearer. Suddenly, the 19 year old cums, her lesbian virginity lost, soon followed by Rhapsody.

              The morning finds all as it was, with the exception of a new addition. Animus and his lover stroll in, hand in hand.
              “I’m sure you are all interested in who this is.” He states, looking grim. “I will tell you. But when I do, I don’t want any of you getting frightened and running away.” He smiles. “And if you do, I will chase you down, and you will not like what I do.”
            This was enough of a threat to get a nod even from the vampire.
            “This…” he says, looking at his partner. “...is Death."
Issue #9
Pow!
The others stood frozen in place, unable to move. Death herself stood in their presence. The one thing all mortals feared was right there, in living color, as it were.
    “What?” she asks with a small, sad smile. “No running? No screaming in terror?” She looks in Animus’s direction. “My, you must have quite the reputation.”
    “I have quite the reputation everywhere.” He replies with a smile. “But I doubt that’s what has this crew so…quiet. Give them a little time, their mouths will eventually catch up to their brains.”
    Suddenly, the dam busted, and she got flooded with questions.
    “What’s Heaven look like?”
    “Is there a god?”
    “Have you ever been there?”
    “QUIET!” That last one came from Death herself.
    Realizing what she’d just done, she blushes and apologizes. Animus leans back against a tree, hands folded behind his head, and chuckles to himself.
    “Yes, there is a God. Yes, there is a Heaven (or I prefer, a Paradise.). And no, I haven’t been there.” She answers, after a short pause. “But I hear Animus has, as well as your vampiric friend.”
    “What?” they all look at Vlad. “You’ve been to Heaven?”
    “Well, yes.” He smiles. “I died, and Animus over there was nice enough to lead the way.”
    “Speaking of which, have you reconciled yourself yet, or will I have to slice a path through your soul once again?” the Devil replies with a smile.
    “I’m afraid not.” Comes the answer, accompanied by a small smile.
    “Hold on!” Janus yells, gesturing a stop motion with a hand. “If you died, how come you’re still here?”
    “A vampire can be brought back. Keep our ashes together long enough, we’ll regenerate.”
    “Well, in that case…” she says, folding her hands behind her back. “What’s it look like?!”
    “My, you ask the most questions, don’t you?” he tells her with a laugh. “For me, it was a small house, with a wife and children.”
    Uggghh…what a cheese puff. Came Alex’s thought.
    Shut up. Was Animus’s reply.
      “What about you?” a voice drifted over to him. “What was your Heaven like?”
      “I couldn’t kill.”
      “We didn’t ask about your Hell.”
      “I realize that.”
      “…”
      “Why not?” comes Death’s voice, lightly. “My Heaven is a place where I could quit.”
      “Thank you.” Animus says to Death, with a light kiss on the forehead. “These mortals just do NOT understand us, do they?”
      Snore…
      “Well then! Enough talk. We were planning on moving, weren’t we?” States Animus, standing up.
      “Where will we go?” asks Rhapsody.
      “Ah! The Demoness finally pipes up. Well, my suggestion is we go to visit a small planet called Urd, where I am worshipped as a god. Finally, the respect I deserve.” He takes the sting out of that comment with a small smile. “Besides, it’s as good a place as any. He hasn’t been to this dimension, the hostess would have told me all about it. Devils rarely go unnoticed.”
      “But you managed.” Replies Janus, scratching her head.
      “I never go unnoticed, I just create as much ruckus as possible and hope everyone forgets by the time the dust clears.” Answers Animus, matter-of-factly.
      With that, he lets Blaize take over, his short platinum hair growing down to his ass, deepening to the rich, fiery auburn Blaize is so proud of. Blaize looks around with his piercing purple eyes.
      “Before I do this…” he requests. “I want everyone to clear out. I can be dangerous when I’m demonic.”
      Janus blushes profusely at this, following as everyone leaves.
      Blaize mutters under his breath, blowing gently on his claw. Sparks fly off, and a large, purple, Demonic seal forms in the air in front of him. He keeps chanting, the seal twists and turns, changing into something else, a picture of some sort, mountains, fields, and when he is satisfied, he plunges his claw into the top of the seal, pulling downward. The same loud ripping as before, the same suction, only this time, the scene at the other end was the picture in the seal. Blaize steps through quickly, without looking back, knowing exactly what would happen.
      Instead, rather than being faced with one of his pets, he stands face to face with a woman in the fields, plucking fruit. She’s well formed, ample of bosom and breast. Her red hair is tied toward the ends, and two of these frame her innocent face.
      “O!” she says, shocked by the sudden appearance of a man in the middle of the field.
      “Get away…” Blaize replies, clutching at his head, fighting the demon.
      “What?” she asks, unsure of the request. “Are you hurt?”
      He looks up, grinning as his teeth lengthen into long spikes. “Nothing you can’t cure, my dear.”
      “Eek!” she yells, finally getting the picture, and runs away as fast as her feet can carry her.
      But she is now hunted, and he has his eyes set on her as she runs. He is suddenly behind her, reaching around to rub her tits through the confines of the white area of her dress.
      “Eep! You pervert!” She elbows him right in the stomach.
      He doubles over, grasping his stomach.
        Ye gods…thinks Animus at him. Haven’t you ever been told never to underestimate your opponent?
      Blaize pukes in answer.
      Animus takes over the body, letting Blaize’s demonic side rest in the depths of his subconscious. The others appear from the hole behind him, slightly surprised to find Animus waiting and in control.
      “Blaize ran into woman trouble.” He tells them with a snicker.
        Together they all set out for the  large smoke-pillar they saw in the forest.
        After about a half hour of walking, they arrived. There was a huge bonfire, 10 feet of burning wood, obviously fresh as it crackled and popped. Around it danced humans in colorful costumes, sometimes masks.
        “Lord Animus!” shouts one, in a particularly colorful headdress. “Do you come for the sacrifice?”
        “Sacrifice?” he asks in return. “and what are you sacrificing in my name, hmm?”
        “This young girl!” he says, gesturing toward the woman behind him.
        It was the same woman Blaize had attempted to ravish earlier.
Issue #10
The Breaking of the Lamb
Sue really wasn’t interested in her “Sacrifice”. She really wasn’t interested in men to begin with. She had lost her virginity 2 years ago, at 18. She merely hadn’t lost her hymen.
She thought back, those 2 years before. It had been her best friend, a young lady from another village. She had been seduced out in the very field where she had just been groped, and had lost her virginity in the fresh grass. She doubted a man could match that moment, and wondered why it was so important to begin with.
She looked down at her costume. It was colorful enough, she supposed, right down to the strings of cloth hanging in layers from her waist, which was all her “skirt” consisted of. Traditional costume for the ceremony.
She looks up at the creature who was to be performing the deed. He was handsome enough, but something told her he was more than met the eye.
He calls up a young woman, gesturing. She watches, unable to hear over the clamor of the festival, the drums, the dancing. He smiles, says something in return. The priest looks at him, appalled, and slightly confused.
But what drew her attention was the young girl. She wore a kimono of crimson, nicely setting off her purple hair. It was belted with a deep blue length of cloth, holding it closed, but her erect nipples were obvious. Her hair was held back by a headband as blue as the cloth at her waist, her violet bangs swinging free.
Suddenly the man turns, looks at her, smiles. She blushes at her recent thoughts, which were straying in strange directions directions. The man nods, still smiling, then returns to the discussion with the priest.
He looks at the woman, says something to her. She smiles broadly and bows her head lightly.
She is suddenly being approached by this woman. She fidgets nervously.
“Hi.” She greets her cheerfully. “My name’s Janus. Would you like to sit down with me?”
Startled by this, Sue agrees. Together, they sit on a large log that had been cut in half. It had been there a long time, worn smooth by years of wind.
“What’s your name?” asks Janus with a smile.
“Sue…” still not sure what’s going on.
“Hello Sue.” She replies with a smile. “I hear you’re a lesbian. Is that true?”
Sue looks up, startled. “How did you know THAT?”
“Sounds like it’s true.” She answers with a light laugh. “My Master told me. He can read souls.”
“Read…souls?”
“Yup. He can tell all about you just by looking into your eyes. That and, he says you were broadcasting it pretty indiscriminately.”
She blushes, looking down at her legs, embarrassed at having been found out so easily. She looks back up as a gentle hand presses against her cheek.
“It’s okay.” Smiles Janus, kissing her lightly on the lips.
Suddenly, she gets up, leaving the sacrifice dumbfounded as she leaves.
“I’ll see you later!” the shout reaches her.
But she barely hears is, remembering a light and lingering kiss as she brought her fingers to her lips.
          The rest of the day passes in a daze, and suddenly she is in the ceremonial chamber. The walls depict paintings of the aftermath of Animus rescuing the maiden from the demon, which is naturally quite an explicit tale. To think they tell it to their children.
She sits on the stone bench built into the wall, contemplating the bed, when suddenly the heavy, stone door slides open. A figure slides in, at first unrecognizable in the dim light given off by the slits in the walls. The figure giggle a little, pulling back a light blue hood to reveal violet hair.
“JANUS??!!” she asks, shocked.
She darts upright. This was certainly the last person she expected to see!
“Uh huh.” She smiles. “Animus pulled a few strings and managed to get me in here.”
“But…I…” she asks, still surprised.
“Don’t think there aren’t any strings attached. He’ll be joining us later.”
“O…” she sounds slightly disappointed.
“O, cheer up.” She smiles. “Everything’ll be fine. I promise.”
She plops down beside her, wrapping an arm around her and kissing her lightly.
“You’ll enjoy every minute of it.” She breathes.
Sue is dragged up as Janus stands, feeling her hand grasped. She is then gently pulled to the bed, into the lap of an open-armed maiden. She sits, feeling arms wrap around her, gently pulling her close as they kiss with a little more passion.
Sue feels a tongue slide into her mouth, returning the favor with vigor. She feels the heat between her legs, only being stoked by the sliding, teasing fingers along her thigh. She answers with a hand reaching up to caress Janus’s breast through her dress, still the kimono, the silk barely reducing the sensation as her nipple is tweaked. She breaks off the kiss to gasp.
“Lay down.” She requests as they both stand up.
Sue is gently laid back, stretching sexily, tauntingly, her breasts thrusting upward as she does so. She smiles, gesturing to Janus. Janus lies on top, her thigh sliding between her lover’s legs, and kisses her deeply, her hand gently reaching behind her neck to untie the bow behind her neck, the only thing keeping the top from falling forward, her bare breasts being unveiled to the world.
Janus sits up, pulling the flap away from her chest, her bare tits being about a C cup. She leans in, kissing the bare flesh, sometimes lightly nipping it, bringing gasps of pleasure from the lips of Sue as her hands gently caress Janus’s back. Janus latches on to the nipples, sucking them, satching them between her teeth and licking the tips, causing her to groan lightly and thrust her chest toward her.
Janus’s other hand, in the meantime, reaches down to play with the dewy folds of her hole, sliding the tip in and out, rubbing her clit in tantalizing circles.
“Mmm…my turn.” Sue gasps, sitting up and pushing aside Janus’s robes and panties.
She leans in, breathing in the scent of Janus’s womanhood, finally sliding her tongue against the awaiting slit, tasting the sweetness as her juices spilled onto her tongue. Janus gasps and moans lightly above her, and Sue looks up to see her rubbing her own breasts, tweaking her own nipples.
A hand reaches around her, caressing her tits. She starts to turn around, startled, but Janus directs her face back to the junction of her thighs.
Sue gasps as the hand tweaks at her nipples, sending bursts of pleasure through her. The gasp in turn sends vibrations up the moist cunt in front of her, causing a moan to rise from Janus. A finger slides up Janus’s cunt, causing her groan, and she sticks her tongue up Janus, feeling her head pressed to the hole she lapped at as she shudders to orgasm. Janus gets up, going behind her, and she feels more fibgers join the other in her moist slit, hearing a moan suddenly cut off. She turns around to see what is happening, seeing Blaize there, kissing Janus whilst he fingers her and gets beat off.
He breaks off, looking down at Sue. “Are you ready?”
She looks at his erection, fascinated by it’s proportions, it’s movement as Janus’s talented hands slid along it’s length.
“N…no…” she answers, unable to stop looking.
“Really?” he smiles. “Would you like to play with it?”
“Can I?” she returns shyly.
“Of course.” He answers, sitting on the bed, his penis jutting from between his legs.
She approaches slowly, with some encouragement from Janus. Reaching down, she grabs it, feeling it pulse between her fingers. She begins to jerk it slowly, but gathering speed with every pull, until Blaize is gasping and groaning with pleasure. Janus comes to stand beside her, reaching down and sliding three fingers up Sue’s cunt. She then pulls Sue’s hand into her own crotch, suggesting she do the same. The 2 finger each other, one still jerking Blaize, until Sue lets go, orgasming as she falls to her knees.
She looks up, seeing Janus mount her master’s immense prick. She slides in the head, facing Sue. She rides him, slowly at first, her gasps and moans increasing steadily as she speeds up.
“Do you like that?” he asks Sue, smiling. “Do you like watching my prick fuck her?”
“Eeeya!” Janus yells, leaning against him as she’s overwhelmed by pleasure.
Blaize reaches around her, pinching her clit, sending thrills up her spine. Suddenly, she’s gasping and spasming in orgasm.
“Would you like a turn?” Blaize asks Sue, pushing Sue off his erection as she gasps with effort.
Sue blushes.
Blaize, taking that as yes, pushes her gently, bending her over the bed. He reaches around her, gently rubbing her breasts. Gently, he aims his rod into her virgin slit. She grits her teeth, immense pain spreading from her tight vagina as he slowly moves in.
“Shhh…” he whispers into her ear. “It will get better.”
She whimpers a little in reply. His prick slides out gently, bloody after breaking her hymen. Slowly, he plunges it back in, listening to her whimpers change to moans as he vagina adapted itself to his girth. He begins to speed up, causing her to groan with pleasure as she grabs the sheet.
“Harder!” she begs, twisting the sheets. “Please sir, fuck me harder!!!”
At this, he grabs her by the waist and slams in, out, fucking her as only a Demon can, pistoning with inhuman speed. Suddenly, she feels his claws digging into her as he floods her with semen, triggering her own orgasm. Together they moan and gasp in orgasmic bliss, finally stopping and getting on the bed, sleeping off the afterglow.
The three walk out after the ceremony, fully dressed, only Sue’s dress was silk satin, symbolizing her success. The cheering crowd gathered around her, hugging her, and quite often from the males, groping her.
“That was quite a show.” Smiled a man, separate from the crowd.
He was odd, suspicious if you didn’t have a Demon’s senses. He was average height, wore a sword, and a cloak of deep purple, matching the long bangs that framed his face. Otherwise, he was dressed conservatively, looking more at home in a library then leaning on a tree as he was.
“Why thank you.” Blaize replies cheerfully. “And you are?”
“I am the Demon Memory.” He smiles. “I am your uncle.”
Issue #11
DeMonique, the Dark Family
Rhapsody listened quietly, a fly on the wall among the commotion. Very few noticed her as she eavesdropped on the conversation. This strange turn of events interested her immensely. It affected her directly, her work could be jeopardized by it.
“WHAT?”
“I’m your uncle.” Replies the strange young man. “Don’t you believe me?”
“Not in the least.” Replies Blaize, looking at him incredulously. “Why do you appear NOW, of all times? Why didn’t you come when my mother died? Where were you when I turned 13 and could suddenly rip holes in reality? When I realized I wasn’t HUMAN??!”
“I was doing as I must. There are things more important even than you and your development.” Replies Memory calmly.
“And that would be?”
“I was protecting the Tree.”
      “The Tree? What tree? What the Hell are you talking about, old man??”
“The Tree of Chaos. Come with me, I will explain.”
Rhapsody watches as they walk away.
This is bound to be interesting, she thinks to herself.
She follows them. She had begun to realize that what was said would affect her immensely, perhaps jeopardizing her mission.
“My brother…your Father…” explains Memory, sitting on a log, staring thoughtfully into the fire before him. “He was the Guardian of the Tree of Chaos, whose fruit is Demons.”
“So, you and Dad were born upon a tree?”
“Not quite. We are a special case. We were born from a mortal woman, 10 million years ago. Unlike you, however, our Father was around to help us through the strange development process of us DeMoniques.”
“Implying that we’re different?”
“Our Father was Chaos. We are the direct descendants of the creator of the world, reality, and even Fate Herself.”
“Hold on! I thought Chaos was the stuff between Realities?”
“Not quite. That is what reality is made of, the very essence of it, Aether. A very different thing.”
“Fine. So why does that make us different?”
      “Well, for one thing, we’re much stronger than the average Demon.” He looks up at Blaize, examining the strange being. “But you, you are strong even for one of us. I’m sure you’d like to know why.” He sips a cup of water, soothing his dry throat. “Your Father disappeared 1 million and 20 years ago to fight Fate, in an effort to restore the balance. She’d been being a touch overconfident, and still is. I tried to stop him, he pulled stunts like this often and got killed for them.”
“Killed? You mean he died?”
“A Demon never dies. A Child of Chaos rarely even gets defeated. But they do get killed, to be reborn on the branches of the Tree later. Trust me, you’ll find out eventually.” Another sip. “But, the point is, he never told me when he left that he also intended to sire a son and Plant him.”
“Plant? What do you mean Plant?”
“Like all trees, the Tree of Chaos does produce seeds, although it is rare. Before he left, your Father took a Seed and planted it within YOU.”
“What?” he says, looking at him. “Okay, so I’ve been Planted. How does this affect me?”
“When a soul is Planted, one of 2 things happens. Either the soul is destroyed by the power of the Seed growing in it, or it becomes something less Demon and more Deity. I can see it within you, still growing. You, my nephew, have the potential to be the most powerful Demon to have existed. But, in your current state, your soul is shattered. You will never reach your full potential.”
“Hmmm…I see.” He says thoughtfully. Once again, he looks at his uncle. “So why are you here?”
“In part? To see you and tell you all this. I’ve been tracking you for years. Generally, I just go wherever the most havoc is being caused. You’re aptly named, Pandemonium.” A smile.
“Ha. And the other part?”
“Family honor. I’m going to help you rescue my brother.”
“Do you know where he is?”
“I can safely assume he is being held at the Tree of Fate, since he was going to fight Her.”
“Ahhh. That’s logical. Fine, the Fate’s Tree it is.”
They both get up, preparing for bed. Meanwhile, Rhapsody makes her own preparations, heading for the pavilion erected for the God and his harem.
Blaize strolls thoughtfully into the tent, his mind wandering, boggled by this new information. How is it that he had been alive for a million years and never learned all of this?
How about because none of the “brethren” we’ve encountered have lived long enough to tell us? Pipes in Alex.
True. Replies Animus, he too thoughtful. O look, we’ve got company.
There stood Rhapsody in all her splendor, emphasized by a see-through nighty. Beneath it, she wore black bra and panties.
“So…what’s the occasion?” asks Blaize, looking her up and down.
She walks up to him, seductively. She leans in close, whispering in his ear as she strokes his silk-swaddled crotch, his robes doing little to hide his erection.
“I’m horny…”she breathes, licking his ear.
Haha! She’s got you pegged. Laughs Alex.
Shut up. Blaize replies, pulling her in for a kiss, grinding his erection against her.
“Mmm…” she moans, kissing him as she gyrates against him. “Take me to the bed.”
Blaize picks her up, taking her over to the bed and dropping her on it. She laugh as she bounces a few times. Blaize crawls on her, slowly, his teeth lenghthening as his lust takes over, and kisses her roughly. One of his newly clawed hands goes to her crotch, rubbing it roughly.
“Oooo…” she moans, her hips moving against his fingers without her urging.
Mean while, he grins as he reaches up to caress her nipples through her lingerie, teasing them gently, causing her to gasp with pleasure.
“Do you like that?” he asks, whispering in her ear as he kisses and nibbles her neck.
“Yess…” she breathes, gently grabbing his hand and guiding it to rub harder, her cunt throbbing with need as Blaize felt her slick juices soaking through her silk panties.
“Do you want a finger in you?” he asks.
“O God yes.” She answers, her pussy dripping at the mere thought.
“Beg.” He orders, sitting up and looking at her. “Plead for me to fingerfuck you.”
“Please…” she begs, humping his fingers as she gets turned on by this order.
“Surely you can do better than that!” he states with a smile, rubbing harder.
“Please…finger me…”
“Who?”
“Please….Master…finger my cunt…I need it so bad!” she gasps, grabbing his hand and humping it.
“That’s better.” He grins.
Suddenly, he hooks his claws into her panties, ripping out the crotch. Her bare slit lays open, ready to be filled, as the cold air rushes in, causing it to throb more urgently.
“Very well.” He says, sliding a finger up her slit, lightly tweaking her clit as he does so.
She gasps as the sudden pleasure rips through her. Suddenly, it stops. She looks up at him questioningly.
“I’ll be back in a moment.” He answers, getting off the bed.
When he returns, he smiles sadly, Oathbreaker in his hand. She looks at it, and at him, frightened.
“It’s not going to be as bad as you think.”  He smiles.
He gently teases her pussylips with the leather hand, causing her legs to open and close to the rhythm. She completely forgets the look on his face as her pussy’s ache becomes nearly unbearable.
“Please…stick it in…” she requests, blushing.
He smiles, suddenly shoving it in. She gasps at the sudden fullness, moaning loudly as her cunt is finally stuffed. The braided leather of the handle grates her pussy walls and the girth rubs at her clit, sending streaks of pleasure through her body.
“O God…” she gasps, starting to hump against her whip.
“Is the little girl ready to cum?” he asks, twisting it in her tight slit.
“May I?” she asks, doing her best to hold in her impending orgasm.
“Yes you may.”
She spasms in orgasm, her tits and cunt thrusting upward as she arches her back, her cunt juice soaking the whip. He smiles, getting up, getting dressed.
“But wait…don’t you want anything?” she asks, sitting up.
“No.” he smiles. “I did this just for you.”
He tucks the whips back into his robes, looking at her. He smiles again.
“You’re free to go.”
“What?”
“This whip breaks all Oaths made, including Pet to Master. In this case, it broke your Oath to Fate as well.”
      “You…knew?” she asks, sounding surprised.
“Of course.” He smiles. “You no longer need serve anyone.”
And with that, he left a flabbergasted Rhapsody, alone on the bed, looking at him.
He walks outside, heading toward the festival.
“That was an incredibly kind thing you did.” Says a voice, and he looks back to see Vlad leaning on a tree.
“Well, where have you been?”
“Feeding.”
“Ahhh…so I suppose we need to get out of here soon?”
“Not quite, I just took a ‘little sip’.” He smiles. “They won’t remember me in the morning.”
“Mmmhmm…” he says, turning around to face him. “We’re going to the Tree of Fate on the morrow. We will be there in 2 days. It will be dangerous. Will you be joining us?”
“My…this is sudden.” He replies, looking amused. “Does it have something to do with the Demon packing over there?”
He looks where he points, seeing Memory lugging a huge pack to the tent.
“And what are YOU doing?” Blaize asks.
“Well…you can’t win as you are, so you’ll need all the help you can get.” He smiles. “I’m going with you.”
“Like Hell you are!”
“And why not? Do not underestimate me just because I look like a librarian. I was trained by the best.”
“I will allow this only under 1 condition, regardless.”
“And that would be?”
“Give me your true Name.”
“Hmmm…Surreal.” He answers with a smile, moving into the tent.
Issue #12
A Plague of Angels
The morning greeted them happily, birds singing. The bonfire had burned out at the festival, everyone had gone home. Except one.
Sue was sitting on a log, a stick in her hand, drawing in the ashes thoughtfully. She looks up from her musing as she hears someone approach.
“What are you doing here?” asks Blaize, sitting beside her and looking at her.
“Wondering…” she replies, resuming fiddling with the ashes.
“About?”
“Men, mostly.” She says with a smile. “I haven’t had very good experiences with them.”
“Care to share?”
“Well…I was raped. When I was 13. By my father.” She looks up musingly. “He was drunk.”
“No wonder you were a lesbian.” He returns.
“Wha..how’d you know that?” she asks, looking at him shocked.
“Animus can read souls. I can read auras.” He replies with a smile. “I could see your reaction to Janus as clearly as he could see your innermost secrets.”
“Hmmm…well, since then, I was raped by 3 different men.”
“You seem very calm about it.”
“Well…”
“It’s all an act huh?” looking at her, he sees her emotional  shift from orange to blue.
“I…hate men.” She says, looking at him.
“I know.”
“What happened?” she asks, looking at him. “Why were YOU able to get through?”
“Well…to start, I barely qualify as more than a woman with a penis.” He laughs. “And second, I was very gentle. 3rd, the situation was…highly unusual.”
“That it was.” She says with a smile.
Suddenly she looks up at him, her eyes welling up with tears.
“Can I come with you?” she begs, clutching his robes. “Please?”
He pulls her close, his robes soaking up her tears.
“I can’t do that.” He replies sadly, stroking the back of her head.
“What?” she asks, looking up at him. “Why not?”
“Because I…” he says, looking at the branches, absentmindedly stroking her hair. “…am hardly better than those men.”
Rhapsody is still there, now fully dressed (or as dressed as she ever gets). She wore a simple tank top and shorts.
“What? Haven’t left yet?” he asks, grabbing the leather bag, which held more than one would expect.
“I’m not going to.”
He looks up from his packing at her.
“Well, aren’t you just full of surprises. What made you decide to stick around?”
“I could help you.”
“You decided to help?”
“Ya.” She smiles. “I can tell you all about what’s going on there.”
“Hmmm…” he says thoughtfully.
“And about your father.” Again the smile. “Besides, there’s nothing you can do to stop me.”
“Fine.” He says, shoving more clothes into his bag. “But if you get in the way, you’re out.”
“Great!” she replies enthusiastically.
Why do I get the feeling that I should have packed more Tylenol? He thinks to himself.
They all gather around the burnt out bonfire. The ashes spread and scattered, giving the air a slight haze.
“Well?” he asks, looking around. “Everyone here?”
Vlad and Surreal look at him. Rhapsody walks up beside him.
“Where the Hell are Janus and Lexia?” he asks.
Suddenly, they both come running out of the pavilion, their clothes wrinkled, as if thrown on in a hurry.
So, the question is, did they oversleep, or did they not sleep at all? Laughs Alex in his head.
When will you grow up? Asks Blaize in return.
“Good. We’re all here.” He looks around. “I have no idea what we’re up against, to be frank. But the ex-Angel here is more than willing to explain.”
“That’s right.” She returns sounding chipper, unusually so. “There is a Reality between here and the Tree. This Reality is where Fate keeps Her army, and the next Tear point is far away. The life there is sparse, so don’t expect to pull in enough strength to rip your way through.”
The circle nods there understanding.
“Beyond that, is the Tree of Fate. It will be heavily guarded by the strongest Angels under her command. But the worst you will need to face is Her Lover.”
The crowd waits, expectantly.
“The Lover of Fate…Messiah.”
Issue #13
A Plague of Angels 2
“My Father…” states Blaize, shocked. “Is Fate’s lover?”
“That’s right. He made it their alright, but needless to say, he lost.”
      “I can tell! This is going to be more interesting than I thought.”
“Interesting?” she asks, looking at him.
He had already gone demonic.
“No worries.” He laughs, sending chills down her spine. “I will be satisfied with the havoc we are about to wreak. Although…” His eyes fade back to their violet. “I’m not sure that these 2 should come along.” He looks at Lexia and Janus, who were straightening out their clothes.
“What? Us?” asks Janus, looking at the other.
“Yes, you. Where we’re going is no place for mortals. We can keep you young, that doesn’t mean you’ll live forever. So you’ll be staying behind. Ask Sue, I’m sure you can stay with her.”
      “But I don’t wanna stay behind!” exclaims Janus, a stubborn look pasted on her face.
Fine…fine…Animus thinks at him, a single hand under his control to rub his temple.
Hoorah! This is going to be quite the rumble. Don’t die on me Blaize, I’m rather attached to this body, despite all it’s faults. Laughs Alex.
“Ya…ya…both of you, get out of my head so I can think.” He looks around. “I suppose there’s no way to plan for this, is there?”
“No.” Smiles Vlad. “Not really.”
“Let us prepare for a major butt kicking!” shouts Surreal, leaping into the air.
Everyone looks at him. He blushes and falls back into character, chastised.
“Fine.” Grins Demonic Blaize. “It is time. Havoc in Utopia, how fitting.”
Together they head out, finding a weak spot in the reality’s fabric, creating the tear.
They found themselves in a City of Angels.
“O…how typical.” He says with a smile.
“Perhaps stealth would be the best course?” asks Surreal, tucking his sword, Omen, back under his cloak.
“My dear uncle, I couldn’t avoid notice if I wanted to.”
Indeed, a crowd of Angels was already gathering, all looking mighty pissed.
Blaize grins, needle-like teeth making his smile a cruel thing. “Shall we cut a trail through Fate’s armies? Or completely annihilate them?”
      “Why can’t we all just…get along?” asks Surreal, grinning as he pushes aside his cloak and lays a hand on Omen’s hilt.
“Because it wouldn’t be half as fun.” Grins the vampire.
“Is this a private party? Or can anyone join?” asks a voice behind them.
There sat Death, gone for so many days one “business”. But this time there were differences. She carries with her a psythe, and wore her deep black cloak to represent her office.
“O my. I hope you’re not here for any of US.” Laughs Vlad.
“I am, as a matter of fact.” She says, sadly. “But I’m here mostly for the masses Blaize is about to slay. I don’t believe any of you have seen him at his best?” She laughs coldly. “This army is no match for him.”
“Then I guess we have nothing to worry about.” Notes Surreal, assuming a fighting stance, hand on his sword.
“Guard me.” Orders Blaize, taking out a small knife.
“What?”
“I’m about to cast a Summons. It will take time. Keep the Angels off my back, and this will be a very short fight.”
“Fine.” Vlad says, pulling a shotgun from under his cloak.
He cocks it, then suddenly he’s gone.
“Hiya.” He says, greeting the Angels around him.
He laughs, loud explosions going off among their ranks, causing confusions as they attacked him and he disappeared just before they grab him.
Meanwhile, Blaize slits his wrist. Black, Demonic blood pools in front of him.
“By my Blood…” he starts, malevolent Chaotic energies gathering around him.
Surreal starts in on the ranks of Angels as they assume their true form, pure Crystalline wings sprouting from their backs. They all draw their swords, but are sliced in half by Surreal’s wooden katana, the match of Messiah’s Prophecy, made from branches of the Tree of Chaos.
“By the Blood of my Father and Grandfather…”continues Blaize as the confused ranks avoided this new onslaught, the confusion causing them to trip over each other.
Death danced merrily among this, releasing Demonic souls from their bondage to swim in the River of Aether so that they may be reborn.
“And by the Legends of Old…” he crouches, placing a hand in the puddles of blood. “I reach into Valhalla and call forth Nidhogg, the Eater of the Dead.”
A seal forms in the blood, and a huge snout rises from the ground, Blaize at the tip. The body which followed was over 100 foot in diameter, horned and black with silver streaks, the creature itself over 30 miles long. Blaize laughs as he mounts his steed.
“Come, my friend!” he commands. “Let us feast on their corpses!”
The most fearsome of dragons opens his mouth, a ball of energy gathering, and blasts a huge beam among the Angelic ranks.
Fate watched through a mirror as her army was quickly disintegrated, Blaize and Nidhogg feeding on their life energy as they leave for Rebirth.
“My…” she notes, looking sideways at her Lover. “Your son is quite powerful. He can summon from the very Afterlife.”
“Yes, My Lady.” Messiah agrees, kneeling beside her.
“You may be hard pressed to defeat him.”
“Perhaps.”
“Do you still wish to try?”
“Do you wish me to try?”
“Yes. But allow me to allow you a single gift, before you make an attempt…”
Issue #14
The Last Hurrah
Blaize approaches the Tree with caution. The others soon join him, including Death.
“Hmmm…you’re not here for help are you?” Surreal asks her.
“Depends on how you look at it. Would you rather die, or writhe in agony for the rest of eternity?”
“Point taken.” He looks at Blaize, who looks at the tree. “Do we have a plan?”
“None whatsoever. You should know that by now. Except, when we battle Father, I’m in.”
The tree towered over the surrounding scenery, large enough to gather clouds in its upper branches. At its base was a huge, Greek style temple.
“I take it you have some aggression toward him?” asks Surreal, looking at him.
“He abandoned me and mother when I was 5 years old.” He shrugs. “Quite honestly, I don’t care about him. All he is to me is an enemy now. But, I think it’s my RIGHT to fight him.” He looks back and grins, eyes glowing lightly from his recent gluttony. “Besides, I don’t think even you can honestly say you can beat him.”
“So why were you looking for him?”
      “It gave me something to do.”
“Ah.”
They approach the temple with caution, assuming it to be the home of Fate herself.
“Welcome!” drifts a feminine voice from within the halls. “Welcome to the Halls of Fate!”
They all look up the gate to see a woman wrapped in a for the most part plain white robe, marked in Demonic with Fate.
“I’m not interested in you, woman.” Threatens Blaize. “Release my father, and you can go about your business.” He flexes his claws. “Or you can not, which would be far more entertaining for me.”
“And you would be Blaize.” She says with a smile, approaching him. “I’ve been hearing about you for years.” He watches her warily. “I’m told you’re aggressive, powerful…” she lays a single hand on his chest, leaning in close to whisper in his ear. “…lusty…”
She left the sentence unfinished, letting the magic of her touch to its work on his ambition.
The others looked on in silence.
“Well then! I’m willing to make a deal with you all for my Lover.”
“And what would that be?” asks Surreal.
“I’m more than willing to give him up, if one of you proves better.”
“Pardon me?”
      “If one of you proves better in bed, I will willingly give up my lover.”
“And you want to try me, right?” asks Blaize, a crooked grin revealing his dagger-like teeth. “I accept your challenge.”
      He is bombarded by protests at this statement. He waves them all down.
“But why?” asks Surreal.
“Because I’ve eaten my fill, and I really don’t want to kill him if I can avoid it.” A smile. “Besides, it should prove rather easy to satisfy her.”
“Such confidence!” comes another voice. “I hope you’ve earned it.”
The all look up to see an Angel of immense proportions. He had deep brown hair, yellow cat-eyes, and most importantly, four immense wings folded behind his back. At his waist knocked 2 wooden katanas.
“Hello brother.” He greets Surreal. “How nice of you to visit.”
“So nice to see you as well.”
“Nice to see you’ve finally left your books and are getting something done.”
“Me? I’m just in it for the story.”
The conversation was polite, but strained. These were best friends, who had recently become enemies. They would most likely shake hands before tearing out each other’s throats.
“Messiah! Show them to their rooms.”  Fate orders.
“Yes, my Lady.” He replies with a nod. “This way.”
As they leave, she looks at Fate. “Come with me.”
He smiles, following her up an immense stairs to a sort of pavilion. The pavilion was surrounded by shrouds, and in the middle of it sat a large bed.
Fate sits down, gesturing with a finger. He approaches, kissing her gently as he pushes her back on the bed.
“My…”he laughs, reaching up to caress a breast. “…you’re a quick one.”
She chuckles as she gently runs her hand along his muscular stomach, up his chest.
“Well, Rhapsody was reporting to me ALL her activities…” she replies. “I can hardly wait.”
      “O? Let’s check that theory, shall we?” he says, reaching down to rub the moist spot between her legs.
She gasps as talented fingers tease her pussy, the tips stroking her clit. A steady stream of cunt-juice flows from her moist crevice, the moistures soaking her panties and the crotch of her robe.
He chuckles. “Well, I see you weren’t lying.”
Her breathing deepens as he pushes her panties and robe aside, stroking her bare pussylips. Suddenly a gasp escapes her lips as he slides a finger into her slit.
Suddenly he draws it out, looking at her and smiling. “Lick off my finger.”
She does slow, looking at him with lusty eyes as she grabs his hand, her tongue running up and down the length.
      “Do you taste good?” he asks, still smiling.
“Yes.” She replies.
“Would you like me to taste you?” he asks, mouth quirking.
“Will you?” she asks, looking up at him, full of longing.
“I will, but first, you must do something for me.”
“And what would that be?”
“Play with yourself for me.” He smiles, sitting back. “Show me how much you want it.”
In answer, she pulls up the hem of her garment, exposing the solid wet patch on her panties. Eagerly, she spreads her legs, reaching down and pushing aside the crotch. Her other hand heads toward her newly exposed slit, throbbing with anticipation.
“No. Through your panties.”
“But…”
“No buts. Anymore…” he grins. “I won’t fuck you.”
She whimpers, but complies, little gasps escaping her lips as she rubs the already soaked crotch of her panties.
“Now, rub your breasts through your shirt.”
Her other hand goes up to a breast, rubbing the erect nipple through the thin material.
“Now…suck your nipple.”
She looks up at him, shocked.
“Didn’t you hear me?” he asks. “I want you to pull your breast out and suck your nipple, you horny little slut!”
She gasps as his talk triggers a small orgasm, pulling out a breast and sucking on it hard. She releases it as her cunt begins to ache.
“Please….fuck me…” she begs, as her fingers roughly tease her clit.
“Who?” he asks with a grin.
      “Blaize…” she answers, unable to resist as she plunges a single finger into her cunt. “Fuck me!”
Quickly he slides in. thrusting his erection all in at once, causing her to scream in pain and pleasure as her vagina was stretched beyond capacity. They went at it in doggy style, his erection sliding in and out of her as her arms collapsed beneath her, the rough sheets rubbing against her bare breasts. Suddenly, they both gasp in orgasm.
And then there was a sword through his chest. He looked back in time to see the tip of a wooden katana plunge through his skull.
Thus ended the life of the creature known as Pandemonium.