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3: Rayleigh
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2022-03-28 05:01:01Loud rock music rumbled through the room, glass clinked against one another and the heavy stench of cigarette smoke clung to the wallpaper. The establishment was slow this time of day, just before anyone got off of work. It allowed her some time to wind down and sort through her thoughts after the exorcism she had recently performed.
She drummed her nails against the sticky counter, the soft low lights above her highlights the sticky patches across the dark wood surface. Her whiskey glass sat empty with a few ice cubes, droplets rested at the bottom of the glass. A shadow crossed in front of her for a second until a large hand rested over her empty glass and took it away, but not before they replaced it with a new one and filled it with caramel colored beverage.
"Another rough one, Ray?" A soft voice spoke up and drew her attention to the husky man in front of her. He looked rough around the edges with the mean biker look, but Randall was the nicest man she
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The cracking echo of a whip ricochetted through the damp cellar. Whimpers and soft yelps followed those sounds and chains rattled against the stone wall. A single, small candle lit the confines of this space and cast haunting shadows across the walls and floor. "You were told multiple times..." a gravely voice growled. The shadow of an arm rose on the wall with a whip in hand before it cracked down. Another yelp escaped. "Not to take food without permission!" Another crack followed by another yelp. "I haven't eaten in four days... Please..." a young child's voice protested weakly. "That's because you were being punished for mingling with the other children when told not to." his voice thundered in the small room. Blood bubbled and streamed down her back. Old scars were now layered with new open wounds as he reached back with the whip once more. "I won't do it again!" she shouted as she wa
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Humiliation. She could feel his eyes on her back, etched into her skin just as her scars were. For a moment, she thought she heard a sharp intake of breath from him, as if taken by surprise by what he exposed. Her hands gripped at the chains, but there was no use. Chained. Unveiled. Vulnerable. In the hands of a Demon, no less. "What are you waiting for?" She snapped. "Wrap up with the gawking and get this over with already." She hung her head, the lukewarm stone against her forehead as she shut her eyes. "Who did this to you?" The coldness in his voice shocked her. She lifted her head to peer back and became astounded by what she saw. His eyes were completely black. The irises. The pupils. All of it, coated in a thick blanket of pitch black darkness. At his temples were minor bumps protruding forth from his skin that had also darkened to a light shade of red. She turned her head away. "It doesn't matter." She said. "Tell me." He demanded. His shadow cast on the wall around her a
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She practiced. Day and night. Most days go by without a single ounce of food. Yet, she continued as if death couldn't touch her. She was aware of the stares, though. The narrowed, judgemental gazes of her fellow brothers and sisters. There were murmurs among them. Tainted words that lingered in the back of her mind. They would echo. Bounce from one side of her mind to the other. On those days, she would disappear to her makeshift shack in the forest. Her haven. The scent of damp grass filled the small space. The early morning rain finally ceased and the grey clouds gave way to the first rays of morning light. However, the forest was silent. Eerily so. No birds sang their morning tunes. No rustle under the brush from rabbits, or the scurry of squirrels up trees. The forest was still. Karmina took a dagger and rested the tip of the blade into the small flame of a candle. She watched as the heat warmed the steel little by little until the edge gave off an orange hue. She pressed the b
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She waited. Her heart pounded in her chest from the built up anxiety and panic. Her body felt feverish, as if someone put her in an oven to roast her alive. And yet, she waited. Her thighs still trembled from the orgasmic aftermath. Juices still streamed down in her inner thighs. Still, she waited. If not for her loud heartbeat, the silence would have left her ears ringing. She shifted her heavy gaze left and right, but to no avail. As long as she was in chains, she would never feel freedom again. Footsteps on stone sounded from beyond the door and she held her breath. Soft, yet annoyed murmuring caught her ears as whoever approached the door stopped before it. Rayleigh strained to hear it, vaguely catching Zalakai's annoyed tone and another voice. Softer. Concerned, even. The door creaked open, with Zalakai the first to enter and the silver-haired man in the doorway. Now that she could focus after what happened between her and Zalakai earlier, she took in the details of the new De
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To Hell and Back Again Epilogue
There was a shift in the air. A scent of brimstone and sulfur. The smell burned his nose. Irritated him. "Aiden?" Amira called his name. He glanced over at her as she stopped beside him. "What is it? Do you sense something?" Her snow white hair draped over her shoulder as she leaned down to him. Something is here. Something that smells of Hell. He stomped the ground with his paw as he turned his nose to the wind. Aiden lowered himself slightly to the ground. Amira climbed up onto his back and he let his nose guide him. He bounded through the forest that was now his hunting grounds for himself and his people. His home. "Should I call Dante and Willow? Do you think we need back-up?" She asked him, but he tossed his head. Not until we get a closer look. Have your gun ready. "You don't have to tell me twice."---------- Dante sipped from his tea as he gazed out over the lake. The light breeze created tiny waves to crash against the small pebbles of the lakebed. He sat back in his
To Hell and Back Again 22: Zalakai
Zalakai followed the obsidian stone path to a marble platform. Rayleigh followed close behind him. When everything dawned on her of their predicament, he needed to be certain of something. That Nol didn't succumb to the power of Karmina. Part of him believed he would, though the rest of him hoped he didn't. Nol was soft-hearted compared to other Demons. Considering his previous life before they cast him out, he was susceptible to Karmina's power. "I appreciate the clothes." Rayleigh stated. He cast a quick glance over his shoulder at her. Before they left the Archives, he created a simple shirt and jeans. The last thing he needed was to be distracted by her nakedness, or any other Demon to prey on her. "Think nothing of it." He gave a quick grin, but he wiped it from his face. "Do you think he did?" She asked him. Zalakai stopped in the center of the platform and took her hand. She let out a small yell when he pulled her to his side. "I really fucking hope not." He grumbled. He r
To Hell and Back Again 21: Karmina
Death. The stench still carried on the wind as they escorted Karmina through the village. Or what she left of it. Blood stained the dirt roads. Broken glass scattered the streets. Scorch marks remained from the fires that danced that night. Eyes stared from behind darkened windows. She didn't need to look to feel their hatred towards her. A sliver of her felt remorse. The death of her brothers and sisters pained her, but it was a numbing pain. Barely existent. The Dark Magic that coursed through her veins pulsed with life. Even as the Holy Magic restrained her from using it, it didn't stop the sinister feeling that coiled through her being. Most of all, she felt pride. She was proud of her accomplishment of Death Magic. Pride for being the only Witch in existence to achieve such a feat. Relishing in pride that many fear her. It fueled her and her Magic. As they moved her away from the village and into a field, her heart stopped in her throat. A pyre stood in the middle of the brown
To Hell and Back Again 20: Ariel
Discouraging. Ariel let out a heavy and tired sigh as she sat in the room Janice had leant her while she visited. After the visit, Janice didn't ask what all had gone on. As the leader of the Coven, she shouldn't have to. With her power, she should have been able to feel what had happened behind that closed door. They all should have felt it. A gentle knock came at her door. Ariel lifted her head as it creaked open and the Beta peered inside the small room. Her heart fluttered in her chest upon seeing him. His sandy blonde hair had grown a little since the last she had seen him. His hazel eyes lit up upon seeing her and a soft, warm smile settled on his lips. "Ariel." He opened his arms to her. "Horace." She leapt to her feet and threw her arms around his neck. He embraced her, squeezing her gently, that forced a giggle from her lips. "Easy, Horace." She whispered as he released her. "Do not squeeze me too roughly." She told him as she rested a hand on her stomach. His eyes shin
To Hell and Back Again 19: Karmina
The frightening revelation settled after a long, awkward moment. Karmina stared as Ariel's wings curled in and disappeared. The holy light that enveloped her gradually faded. The glow in her eyes diminished and she appeared normal once again. Ariel let out a sigh as she retreated to the chair that had launched backward from the force of her transformation and sat it upright again. "Please. Do not have me do that again." She said as she took her seat once more. "You..." Karmina stuttered. "You are..." Her trembling hand covered her mouth as she backed away from the iron bars. Her back pressed up against the cold stone wall. "Yes. I am." Ariel stated. "Now, enough about myself." She inclined her head. "I am here because of you, Karmina. Your actions have put you in this predicament." "Are you..?" Karmina swallowed back her fear. She knew little about Angels and Demons, aside that they were beings not to be involved with. "If you are here to pass judgement, then..." "Yes." Ariel sa
To Hell and Back Again 18: Nol
I can hear her sweet whispers beyond that door. The sweet, honey-dripped words tangled around his mind. They tugged him closer, but he restrained himself. Yet, with each passing day, her siren voice continues to call to him and each passing day he felt himself yearning to go to her. Zalakai's warnings continue to haunt him, but her voice would mute him out. Just how much longer should he torture himself? Nol...There she was again. Calling his name like a long-lost lover. Even now, as he stared at the door, tied down by golden chains, he felt her. Trapped. Vulnerable. Hungry. All he had to do was reach out to it and the door would open from his touch. He and Zalakai were the only ones who had access to her prison. He was trusted with the power to hide her away. But the longer he stood there, the longer he questioned his loyalty. Nol..."You cannot sway me, Witch." Nol retorted, angry with himself at the tremble in his voice. There was a low, soft chuckle from within. Come to me..
To Hell and Back Again 17: Rayleigh
What the fuck was that? As the thought crossed her mind, there was a warmth burning into your flesh. She cast her gaze down to her chest, where his mark gave off that golden black glow. It etched deeply into her skin, yet blood was never drawn. Power emanated from it. Pulsing like its own heartbeat. Rayleigh lifted her gaze to Zalakai, who was still beside himself after the orgasm. His Demonic form took over the moment their intimacy began. The little transitions she barely noticed, but the moment his raven black wings sprouted forth, she paid attention to the details. His height. His horns. The red tinted skin. His sharpened fangs. All of him screamed Demon in every sense of the word. Even now, his power overflowed from him and swept over her like a wave. This felt far more powerful than what he gave off previously. The book. Her eyes turned to the book that had flipped closed. Magic had surged through her upon their pact being made. Holy Magic. Something highly dangerous to F
To Hell and Back Again 16: Karmina
There was a throbbing in her skull when she finally came to. The scent of mildew and moss filled her senses as her eyes fluttered open and took in the unfamiliar surroundings. The cold, damp stone floor is layered with straw, with a pile tucked off into the corner with a thin blanket draped over it. A small wooden bucket sat beside the makeshift bed. Moss painted the grey stone walls. No windows. Bars blocked her in the small space, with the only light given to her were torches positioned in their metal holdings. Trapped like a caged animal. Karmina pushed herself to her feet when she noticed the golden glow of shackles binding her wrists together. She tugged against the restraints, but to no avail. "You are awake." A soft, calm voice drew her attention back to the bars. A figure stepped out from around the corner, adorn in a bluish grey cloak with the hood shadowing her facial features. "Who are you? Where am I?" Karmina questioned angrily. The individual stopped in front of the
To Hell and Back Again 15: Zalakai
Rayleigh ran her fingers along the binds. Zalakai stood beside the desk and just watched her silently. Silence had fallen between them on their walk over to his father's castle, but the atmosphere between them was nothing but electricity. The closer they became, the stronger that connection seemed to grow and deeper confuse him. Aside from that connection, was the infatuation for her. The fire in her heart and soul fueled him like nothing before. He's taken nun's virginities before, and the sheer bliss of breaking the bond between God and their worshipper was out of this world. Yet, this couldn't even compare to that sensation. She turned to face him, her fiery locked framed her lovely face. Rayleigh put herself on guard, but not as heavily as she did when she first awoke here. He couldn't call it trust, but perhaps she was warming up to him little by little. He fought back against his raging hard on in his pants as she walked over to him with nothing but the shirt he gave her. Her t
