Chapter One.
When worlds intersect, tiny splinters open up and some can slip through, to cross between the human world and the daemonic. Great daemons cannot, diabolic monsters cannot but lesser daemons can. Egin, the taint of souls, and bringer of inequities could travel through, especially on dark dates in the calendar. All Hallows, when the boundaries are weak, he can slip through to tease, torment and taint the womanhood of man and feed his dark delights.
In the dark cities, he walked down the streets in his handsome human guise, searching for the right woman for his debaucheries. He could smell the scent of lust, longing, desire and most of fear. Not the common terrors but the fear of obscurity, and ignorance. So many women in this world are ignored, suddenly unfashionable or simply older, but those who possess such power, such flavour and such desire. Such women would give themselves to his darkness, for a simple favour.
Egin would smile, as women throughout the ages would feed his dark desires for the glitter of gold, sparkles of jewels or even the words of power. Many women held dark power within them but did not have the wit or words to gain access to their innate dark energies. Those whom he tainted became the craft of Witches. As the taint of souls, Egin spake the words of the craft. He held the keys for women to connect to their deep, dark secrets. For his words, all of them would succumb to his diabolic ways and through his abuses would give up a fraction of their power to him.
But it had to be right women. Women who were wronged and filled with discontentment. Women who had envy and bitterness and just enough disdain for him to open them up to his foul delights. As the night wore on to the witching hour, the bar filled with short skirts and silly costumes and then three stood out to him. Their resentments glowed like beacons burning in the darkness, women who had been discarded by lovers and had come out in search of someone. However, they hadn't expected the attentions of such a handsome, dark stranger. Egin plied them with expensive champagne and whispered things that only a woman could understand, and within an hour, all three were sufficiently under his glamour to accompany him to his penthouse suite. Once there, his true power seeped into their mouths, their noses, their mouths and finally their sex. His words promised power, revenge and satisfaction and then they fell for his full influence, as they fell before him, so did their dresses and soon, they were lounging, naked in a state of arousal ready for his foul abuses.
Egin smiled at the trio of women before him. Each one was a small sampling of the variety of womanhood from the streets below him. Each one begging for his attentions, for his touch for his daemonic prick. Of course, none of the women knew who he was or what he was. To them, he was the answer to their prayers. To them, Ian, the shape he had taken for this night, was as human as they were. Neither of the three women could have guessed that a daemon, of the foulest iniquity, was visiting the world of humankind to enjoy the delights that only womanhood would provide.
