Cornelius lifted Cronos’s arm and they saw black blotches in his armpits, neck, and at his back. “..They are also around his groin.” added her mother as she took the cloth from Cronos forehead and went to the little kitchen.“That vampire be damned,” grumbled Cornelius. Since the appearance of their prize coffin, their land has suffered a lot of distress, sickness, and followed with plague.Watching his little brother, the latter groaned in pain, “big brother, it's so painful, what can we do? Am I dying?” let out Cronos. He was on the verge of crying but he dared not let them see his tears of pain.“Let us pray, maybe the gods...” said Dawar on the corner as Cronos blurted out, “To which gods?” They glared at him.He certainly did not know if they meant to appease the gods who had struck their beloved land, the ancient vampire, or their own god to undo the curse. He wasn’t sure which was powerful after all, ever since the procession of the knights with the coffin all over the village
Perhaps it was just Cornelius' own illusion, forged out of the sorrow of failing his dear brother. But Darwin had heard it too, had he not? He heard their saint talk to them. Whispered something, or had he been hallucinating?Cornelius looked at his lover. Darwin did not return his regard. He gaped like a figure frozen in shock at the vision of their saint. The paragon.He pursued his gaze. They saw a dark shadow glide out from behind the statue. It stood ten feet tall. Cornelius now understood the scent was not from sacrifices but from the silhouette who absorbed them. The scent was relaxing and clouding their monster knight's minds. They were all lost from the power conjured by the witch. It was to make them believe that their gods were indeed responsive. 'Pathetic knights' the old witch thought to herself. Beyond everything she hated humans. She despised all of them and so they deserve the plague, they deserve to suffer, just like her. She could still hear their voices even though
A month later, Lord Andrew's incursions were well designed with Camellana overseeing the secret order and he was now traveling over the cold mountains as the winter snow melted. He would return to the settlements before the monsoon made it difficult to ford the streams, which made the nearby grassland of Munster Village so abundant and prosperous.His scheme was modest; strike, conquer, take and then walk on. Not for him though, the executive and political predicament of ruling these secret orders needed a well through planning. That would be left for Camellana and the rest of her covens. Pretending to overlay rule and ordinance over rebellion, the monster knight would prove to be the biggest problem, but after thorough implementation The secret order had been educated that they would systematically denude the territory of the church's wealth and armies for hundred years and leave behind as their bequest a political and bureaucratic predicament would guarantee future offspring unsewn
Andrew then raised Matilda's lazy kilt and sensed her impatience, after he noticed that she had not worn any under cloth, her blond hairy sleek were exposed. Without much fuss he hoisted her. "Young maiden," As he plunged his shaft into her warm and wet sleek, "...Tonight I will make you my woman. Poor Duke thought you were an angel. Does he even realize who you really are, Matilda?" He lowered his face and kissed her on her lips and then instilled his tongue into her mouth and as she entangled hers with his, he commenced shoving it in and out in time with his shaft thrusts, he then dove his fangs into her neck as he tasted his bitter sweet blood.But Andrew wasn't satisfied. With all the years he had spent on earth, something was missing. Something he badly wanted to have. His mate.Even so, it was gone in a minute, his longing was gone just like the previous years, nevertheless, he began savagely fucking her. In and out, he slammed her folds wickedly crashing into her till Matilda s
In a stroll through the castle, Andrew found the church treasury. As he suspected it was filled to the rafters with good stuff. Immediately, men were detailed to both take indexes and commence packing the stuff to take home. He trusted nobody and so had a lot of men watching everyone else.Next, he stumbled upon the female area of the castle. His men had attained the entrance without embarking inside. They knew the ways of their Duke well! Andrew nudged open the doors and wandered in. There was the traditional variety of female servants now huddled together in anxious assembly. He scouted an ornately etched oak wooden door that he suspected led to Matilda's rooms. Nosiness made him push it open and enter.In a vast dark-lit chamber, he found her. Or rather her, the fake Matilda. She was crouched by the side of a bed on which lay sleeping. She was swaddled in a widow's black covering, the free end of which entirely wrapped her face. In a vulnerable fair hand, she held a vast copper po
Present timesDark natives territoryInside the vast cavern, Diana's group chamber was a grand prison enclosure. Adequately lit with an old magic lantern in all four corners of the room.Tommy lay on a queen-size feather bed with leather animal skin sheets and old cotton-down brown pillows. The walls were embellished with witches' masterpieces in magnificent oak wood frames, the kind he usually sees only in modern art galleries.Next to the mattress were a magnificent stone black night plateau and an elegant relic of naked woman marble statues. But the chamber had no windows and the door was locked. "Diana, I felt like we were prisoners here.""Welcome to the club asshole. Of course, we are prisoners." Diana mumbled as she sat on the marble stone stool. Jenna went to the side of Tommy and kissed him on the lips which made Diana groan. "... You too need a room.""We are in a 'room' D. Mind closing your eyes? It's not like we are making any noise.""Eww! Tom. You're such a pig.""Hey! I
“Sometimes I wonder if the inequality is somewhat to blame for the rebellion of some men. Maybe our members felt diminished as they became a tinier fraction of our congregation. They were still a crucial fraction of the Patrol and we depend on them to labor the farmland aboveground, but there aren’t many men in supervision duties in the cavern community. I can't blame those who wanted to leave and went to the nearby villages. Even the man from last week, the hunter, wasn't eager to stay even if the women persuaded him to stay.""Who?""The hunter who brought one of the chief missing daughters.""I see." Tommy nodded.“Didn’t you say that the men revolted because they were getting anxious? Because the mother church has been hunting your kind? And your women aren't laboring fast enough to cast a spell to fight them off? Was it true that witches nowadays have a problem with their spell and enchantment?” Tommy said.Before Celestina could answer back they entered the end of the alley. In
Celestina twitched in her seat, exhausted and impatient. Boredom expands as nothing as if one could reach out into the place of nothingness and the hand would return empty. It was a painful disconnect, a stalling of passions that need their time in the sun. She was beyond bored. It was like killing her inner peace.She obviously learned this story, Tommy thought. She must’ve heard it when she was a little girl. But Tommy was captivated so he continued to ask. “Why did so many of your grandmother's offspring die?”“They were a coven of witches dwellers and gatherers. In times of abundance, offspring were allowed. When there were severe winters or food shortages, famine, and plague the children starved. This was an existence of spirit for all witches hundreds of years ago. What made my grandmother different was that she was determined to change this fact.” the head chief thumped yet another orb on the table, which accentuated some of the symbols on the edges, coloring them golden as she