After your hunger is temporarily sated, you move to a nearby window. Carefully closing your eyes, you inhale the chaos and insanity that floods the city below you. Suddenly your eyes snap open as you find very enticing prey indeed. You turn slowly to your new acolyte. “What was your name, pet?”
“Dierdre, my Mistress,” she answers humbly.*
“How fitting,” you whisper as you move towards her, caressing her cheek lovingly. Her eyes meet you with nothing but total desire and devotion. “Your name is now Naamah, my pet. Be baptized unto me.” With that you use a claw to cut a small incision across your left breast, leaving a small stream of blood on the claw. You use the crimson claw to draw an upside-down cross upon the young demoness’ forehead. She bows her head in supplication and acknowledgement when you finish. “As you wish, Mistress.” **
With the completion of the baptism, your mind is now opened to Naamah’s. You see the subjugation and indoctrination she has suffered at the hands of those who taught her she was naught but an empty vessel, property of her husband to be used and controlled for the glory of God.
“Good, my child…now it is time to truly feed…” With this, you jump gracefully out of the window, magick and your wings propelling you miles in only milliseconds. Naamah follows you closely, delighting in the new freedom her lust, anger, and power has given her. As you fly, you catch fragments of news reports amongst the chaos – that 85% of the population are estimated to be immune to the disease, but there is no way thus far to determine how this immunity is determined. Stories of women impregnated by demons and men driven to destruction by demonic seduction flood the airs as well. All of this serves to do nothing more than slate your hunger for the feast to come.
Soon you find yourself hovering unseen over a small church at the edge of town. Next to the church is a large two story house with a white picket fence and matching shutters. Naamah’s earlier thoughts advise you this is where her former minister lives, along with his wife and teenage daughter. A plan forms in your mind as you beckon to the child’s mind, using her to gain entrance to the house through her bedroom window.
Once you enter the room, you and Naamah stand before the young girl in your sensual glory. “Are you afraid, child?” you whisper softly.
“No, ma’am,” she whispers as she sits on the corner of her bed. Her long auburn hair frames a gorgeous face with pleasant brown eyes. The girl, about 16 or 17, is wearing a long-sleeved white blouse and calf-length black skirt. However, these garments cannot help but hint at the soft, feminine body beneath.
“And your name, child?” you ask.
“Naomi, ma’am. And yours?” she asks you.
A small, nearly dead portion of your humanity remembers you had another name once. But the only name that comes to you falls easily from your lips. “My enemies call me Agrat-bat-mahlaht. But, you, my child, are not my enemy, are you?” You kneel in front of the girl, placing a hand upon her left breast, your hand warming the sensitive flesh through her garments.***
Naomi moans softly as she leans back slightly, offering more of her chest as her legs instinctively open just a bit. “No, ma’am,” she gasps. Naamah looks on with hungry desire as she lips her full lips.
With that, you stand up, moving behind Naomi so you can kiss and lick her neck as you unbutton her blouse. As you offer Naomi’s chest to Naamah to kiss and caress, you whisper into the teen’s ear. “Then be my pet, my slave. And together, we shall watch the world burn….”
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Author’s notes:
* Dierdre is a Celtic name. While the name means “young girl,” it also carries the connotation of “one who rages” and “one who is broken hearted.”
** According to Hebrew mythology, Naamah is the demoness of seduction.
*** According to mythology, Agrat-bat-mahlaht is one of Satan’s wives, along with Lilith. Agrat-bat-mahlaht is the demoness of whores. |