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The Passion Demon Strikes Again
Tazliel was a passion demon - a supernatural entity enamoured by their attraction to the material world, living things - especially humans - and the energies they could feed on from their worldly passions.
Demons are spirits, but they can reveal themselves physical as avatars, but most simply like to cultivate situations that create the energies that feed them. Angels are similar, but they prefer the abstract and get very uncomfortable around the needs of the flesh. Neither has lungs or stomachs, but they can sort of breath or drink in energies to give them power. And they can give them back where and when they choose.
The two types of beings, by and large, despise each other. They are genderless and formless, but they can all materialize, and they can all possess humans, animals, plants, and objects. Each has gifts they can bestow, however, and each has times when those powers wax or wane.
Angels build strength Christmas, for example, with its piety and reverent spiritual passions. Most demons did not bother with humans then. It was too exhausting.
Halloween, of course, is a time for demons. Tazliel knew that most angels, with their puritanical idealism usually stayed away on this night. Most could not penetrate Halloween without growing weak.
Of all human passions, Taz loved sexuality the most. Halloween was the perfect night for uninhibited sexual expression. It nourished the passion demon more than any other night of the year.
Also, Halloween is a night no one really wants to be an angel, so Tazliel could grow strong from the aura of mischievousness, lust, and desire the night always brought. They intended to share that back with deserving humans.
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Tazliel swiftly glided over and through their chosen Halloween destination of Vancouver, Canada. Before setting out like a barbarian, Tazliel had made sure to arrive before dusk. Seeking out ravens, crows, and eagles, they paid their respect to local spiritual entities who did not appreciate rude interlopers. Upon hearing Taz's plans, the ravens croaked their pleasure, the crows raucously cawed support, and the bald eagles trilled approval.
One of Taz's human confidantes was from this city and had joked about it being "No fun city". Halloween is the demons' night, however. It is also a time when the spirit and physical worlds are only a gossamer veil apart. Tazliel intended to use the energy boost demons enjoyed on this night to make sure it was memorable and fun as possible. They were a passion demon, after all.
Halloween night was a perfect full-mooned Saturday night in Vancouver, giving residents more reason than ever to party. It was unseasonably warm, and a pleasant October had left about as many colorful leaves on the trees as were on the ground. The moon lit the fresh snow caps on the North Shore mountains, and the downtown towers' lights sparkled wickedly, like sequins on an exotic dancer's outfit.
Tazliel glided through the downtown of Vancouver materializing in strange and exotic forms in bars and on street corners startling and delighting people appearing as a werewolf here, a Frankenstein monster there, a devil, a gargoyle, a zombie - whatever pleased them.
They would infiltrate apartments where they could swirl amidst adult partiers dressed in various Halloween costumes, giving them erections and wet pussies as they prepared for Halloween activities of sensuality, lasciviousness, and debauchery that would go on later in the evening. Tazliel gifted them generous sexual appetite, and they fed Taz with their lustful excitement.
Tazliel also loved the energy of children's unfettered imaginations. Children could see them better, and Tazliel could absorb joyful, playful energy from the little trick-or-treaters as they amazed the kids with spectacles to fill their Halloween dreams.
They delighted one group of little imps appearing as a unicorn momentarily before vanishing into a hedgerow. The costumed kids roared and laughed and pointed. The parents missed this and thought the children were simply excited by Halloween imaginings. At least it was not a monster the little one would be thinking about later.
Floating along a quiet residential street where the moon and streetlights created a colorful show in the fall leaves, Tazliel saw an older couple on their verandah which overlooked a yard full of cobwebs, Styrofoam headstones, carved pumpkins, and other Halloween bric-a-brac. A recording of scary sounds emanated from a speaker on the verandah.
With no trick-or-treaters about anymore, Grant and Joy Trembley, a couple in their 80's was starting to put away their treats. They were popular with generations of neighborhood kids due the full-sized chocolate bars they gave out, their highly decorated yard, and fun costumes. They had been married for over 60 years and had raised their family in the neighborhood and had seen many families come and go since settling there.
As a young couple, they had shocked some of the more biased people in the Vancouver of their day. An Afro-Asian girl and a white boy turned heads then - and not always in a good way. But their love persevered, supported by parents who had had difficult lives, and who could not believe that love was something that could cause harm in itself.
This year they had dressed as a witch and a wizard - they had access to amazing costumes from involvement in community theatre.
Touched by the couple's dedication to their favorite night, Tazliel decided to bestow a gift on the Trembleys. As they closed their door for the night, Tazliel's spirit whipped under Joy's witch robe sending a tingling warm energy from her toes, up her legs, and into her pussy, giving it a mostly forgotten warmth and wetness. They continued up her body, especially to her breasts, making her nipples turgid. Emerging from her collar, they glided over her face erasing wrinkles, and through her long grey hair returning it to the dark and lustrous curls of her twenties.
Joy stood, stock still and bewildered by this sudden... horniness. She looked to see what Grant was doing, feeling lust and desire that had not emerged for years.
Tazliel swooped down over Grant's bald head, giving him a full head of shining black hair, and entered his robe. They set his skin ablaze with fresh feeling and relieved the arthritis in his joints. Descending to his boxers, Taz thrilled Grant's cock and balls with forgotten lustful energy. They continued down to the old man's toes, endowing him with sprightly energy.
To Grant's surprise and pleasure, his cock sprang to full erection. He turned to look at his wife.
"Is this really happening, my love?" Joy gasped
"I..I don't know," the confused Grant replied.
A shimmering light swathed the couple like a warm blanket. They saw each other as they had more than a half century prior. And not just figuratively.
Joy looked virginal, but sexually alluring; Grant, like his youthful self, but more confident.
Tazliel caused time to slow to a crawl in the room as the mystified couple stared at each other, their arousal growing.
"You are so much more beautiful than even the first time, my one and only Joy."
"And you, so much more devilishly handsome, my love."
