Dark Ages! Dark AnGElS!
"The Shepard is going to kill us, Erin!"
Janice Stone raced to the side of her ally Erin Parrish while the very first Baphomet embodying the Demigod that history would refer to as Hercules raped and killed the warrior women raised on island Arias.
Virginities were ripe for the taking with the ritual still throbbing in the atmosphere like a dying breath. Lilith the first hovered basking in the glow of feeding upon soul after soul, tiny orbs rising from each female as if butterflies. The Watchers were no longer watching, their own immortality sucked away in an instant due to the ceremony. Their multitude of souls had pumped into Lilith's rune coated body, the seven devils of various hells within her feeding upon her delivery. She was a lovely bride this day. Seven grooms proud of her loyalty to each. No jealousy, they didn't mind sharing the bitch.
"Where's Brimley?" Erin asked as she tried to free herself from the crazy quilt that was the golden fleece bedding, she and the fading, blue-skinned angel lay out upon. The Ram's head metal rod within their vagina's still feeding on what was left of the angel was waning.
"At my feet. She's back inside Cotton." Jana attempted to use a spear to cut away the fleece from Erin but each time the wool crept back to its host. Erin was a ewe in this moment so the flock stood by to keep her warm. As a second option she tried to pry at the rod, but it deflected the blade within a protective sigil. "I can't go near that thing. Erin... I'm sorry, I don't know what else to do."
"Think outside the box my mom always told me. The angel I'm forced to fuck is Gemma, the essence within my necklace... well, my clit piercing now. I... wait! I know it's crazy, but I flicked pussy juice at the women earlier and it seemed as if it broke their will to serve Lilith. Hang on!" In a bold attempt she dug her fingertips in around her pumping station and managed to bring back wet fingertips. "Here! Try me."
"WHAAAAT! At a time like this?"
"Suck my fingers but don't swallow it. Spit it on Gemma for me. It's just an experiment." Her wet fingertips suddenly began glowing blue. "I think it's my stone causing that. Risk it Jana. Before it's too late." Grumbling, Janice Stone leaned over Erin and placed her lips around the fingers and graced the taste upon her tongue.
"Good, right?" Erin smirked under duress; Jana's eyes flared wild reacting to the best flavor ever. Nodding, Jana moved to the angel and hovered over her gaping mouth as she gasped for a final breath. Like a momma bird she spit into the angel's mouth then went back for more, Erin supplying her demand. As if fast acting medicine the angel seemed to be reviving, growing stronger.
"It's working. GOD, you taste amazing."
"Tell your mom I'm sorry if she's calling me a harlot for seducing you." Erin offered her more and more. An accidental swallow on the last dose Jana felt a sudden boost of energy on her own.
"What are you feeding me? Steroids?"
"Angel Lust!" It was all Erin had. "Question is, why isn't it effecting the double dildo? The metal maybe? It's sucking life energies but hold up! What it did for the warriors... it's like holy water, I think. It might only affect the physical contact, not through the metal. My squirts are being absorbed into the wool below me so it's not reaching her... him... no her."
"Holy water? Whoa! Mom thinks the pool below the altar is a well portal to hell where the serpent comes from. Now it's inside Lilith going along for the ride." bRIDE! "But the well is empty currently. What if... big if, mom... what if we drop some of your uses into the well and maybe seal... no... heal that well. The snake can't get home. Lilith might weaken. Just a thought. Outside your box!"
"My box! HA! Try it!" Soaked fingers after fingers Jana licked them off and dropped to her knees and spat down into the hole beneath the altar. Peering down into the darkness each droplet of spit that hit the surface of the pool began turning the ripple blue like adding dye. The more she offered it the brighter the pool was getting.
"OH, MY GOD! It's working, Erin. The waters are... whoa! I'm seeing sigils forming on the water. Whatever you're doing, let me eat you up." Feeling a presence behind her Jana looked down at her mom. "He's going to kill me now, isn't he?"
Hooves seen peripherally Jana braced for death, even worse, a huge Ram cock taking her from behind. "I love you mom. Forever!" Cotton bolted away leaving her daughter and ran to the edge of the temple entrance then began howling into the night.
Sign! Sealed! Delivered!
********
Belltower Virginia! Things were about to get interesting.
"Agnes?"
Kyra Whimsey attempted to speak with the witch Agnes Bloom, her eyes white and in a trance. Chanting in sequence with the others of her coven, she simply stared at Kyra before her, the barrier between them. "Can she hear me on the other side?"
"Let's find out."
Eric Barker and Angela Dare took a stroll left where they saw their fearless leader Police Chief Fiona Waddle looking horrified and confused. The stupor spell over her seemed to come and go rather than maintain for too long.
Perhaps like with possession by ghosts if it lingered too long then brain damage could occur. Every person seemed to take that chance differently. "FIONA!" Angela's voice spoke through the lips of Truman Porter's vacant physical body. Hearing Angela from a distance Fiona slightly found coherence and searched for Angela. She knew her deputy's body was lying next to Eerie Barker's because they were at her feet.
Concluding the voice was coming from elsewhere Fiona noticed Truman's arms waving over his head. Freaked out Fiona simply waved back. It was obvious she heard Angela at least. Putting his hands together Truman insisted Fiona pray. She could do that. She did just that. Returning to Kyra, Eerie revealed the good news. "If Fiona can hear us, so can the witches."
"This is hopeless. They're all so channeled in maintaining this barrier. I thought it was giving in but it seems strong still."
"That is because they're making certain no souls from that side of the barrier hit the bottom of the barrel." An old woman wearing dark sunglasses moved behind Agnes. Old as dirt old. "Evenin'! Before you ask, just call me, Granny, of the Boston Granny's. You folks sure know how to throw a party. Good thing my granddaughters couldn't make it, things might have gotten uglier."
Granny peered up at the sky. In flight only seen by her mind's eye Granny listened to her old boyfriend, now a Raven familiar to another witch. Birds-eye view it related info as to what she envisioned. "Interestin' white star on the girl's backside. Reminds me of my youngest granddaughter Raven Mourn, her pentagram is all jacked up too. Conflicted by Heaven and Hell both. Not too sure but I'm thinkin'... ah... the girl slain by you." She pointed at Truman. "Well, the shell of you. Nice body jumpin' folks. Takes a lot of talent to be bouncing all astral without practice. Looks to me like you have a good tutor."
"Truman left his body, Angela and I somehow got drawn into his vacancy. Funny considering he owned a hotel." Eerie offered thoughts. "Why aren't you chanting with these witches. You have to be one too."
"Oh, yeah! First of a few, that's me. Outcast I am, I'm just a... Watcher. I get my kicks on outcomes. Don't worry, I'm not such a bad person. I just don't meddle much. Snooping at best. My old flame just zeroed in on that trailer over there attached to a van. Boy does that rock bring back memories."
"Rock?" Kyra winced. "What rock?"
"Your boy Truman... poor Kid got himself mixed up in a world he shouldn't have. By Kid, I mean goat. Young Baphomet compared to that Herman fella. Now that boy is old as hurt." They peered back at the Shepard fucking Felicia Wolfe's throat.
"What's with that rod between the ewes?" Kyra asked Granny.
