(In the same evening...)
(In a cave near a village in Germany)
Underground, in a cave with a long hall with the symbol of an upside-down triangle with a circle around it, there were around 50 worshippers, all naked and on their knees, feeling the dirt against their bodies as they continued bowing up and down. At the front, Emma was leading the worship, the Clan Head, praying in Latin for Mephisto, the father.
The gallery inside the cave had no seats, the black sand covered the floor, at the front, there was a throne made of dark wood. The wood had knots in it and stray twigs, the throne was definitely grown out of nature instead of forged. The same throne at the front was far bigger than any chair.
Behind the throne, there was the Mephisto symbol, the upside-down triangle which resembles the reversed pentagram that was used in old western cults as a means to symbolize evil and to attract evil forces. Each edge of the triangle represented: Mephisto, the father; Amon, the son; Brides, the sins.
Emma, the lead priest, and clan head was on his knees, closer to the throne. Her huge round breasts were covered by a black sling-bikini costume that went down her crotch. Her shoulders broad, her belly slightly chiseled, her legs long and strong. Emma was wearing a silver chain falling between the valley of her breasts.
Behind her, the massive of the cave was covering the worshippers, the high, vaulted ceiling looming above them, walls decorated with pillars and big brass candleholders. The walls were painted with depictions of the strangest rituals and activities, as behind her there were around fifty worshippers, all wearing the same kind of robes, between males and females.
- "Mephisto, please let us witness the coming of your son, amen," Emma said.
As a response, all the worshippers, replied, "All hail Mephisto, the only god, and bless thy cult."
- "Now bite down your hand, let the blood wash your tongue as you give in to the triangle on your chest"
Some began doing so, biting hard on their hand, as they saw the blood coming out, but this night the ritual was different, the blood from them was turning black, as it splashed down and merged through the shadows. Emma was surprised as she could not understand, the time was nearer, as they prayed for his Brides.
- "Brethren, the time is near," Emma said.
(France)
(Same evening)
A knocking continued.
While on the bed, the shadows were forming her, forming a skin-tight habit. It felt immaculate on her skin. Rather than a robe that flowed to her feet, the clingy cloth ended in a short skirt. It was cut just low enough to hide her plugged lips. The tight clothing on her breasts and ass kept her in a near-constant state of arousal. Gleaming black boots traced her legs nicely, as they climbed just above her knees.
- "Awww..." she moaned.
The shadows never lost their solidity, as they continued to fuck her below her, urging her to feed more, to listen more, as waves of pleasures move through. Mistral slid her latex-clawed fingers over her weeping breasts be.
Suddenly, tendrils emerged from behind her, shadowy but solid enough to move through her body. Mistral was not able to control them yet, they were still forming. There were ten on each side of her back, twenty in the middle, giving forty total, long enough as four feet each. Lastly, Mistral's eyes were gone, there were just to hollow sockets where shadows creeped out. Her mouth was full of sharp fangs as a long tongue emerged from her moaning throat.
- "Hey, Mistral are you in here?!" the voice came from the door.
It was Audrey, the residence assistant, she was around 22 years old, going to college nearby as she took this job that provided her with free of charge stay. Audrey had been hearing noise complaints, and they thought she had someone over in the bedroom giving the moans. Mistral rose from her bed, as her tendrils were coiling around her breasts, legs, and arms, caressing their Queen.
- "Come on in..." she moaned softly as she said.
As Audrey open the door, there was pitch darkness, nothing but the light that emerged from the hall, the light shown over Mistral's bed, but she was not there. Suddenly, Audrey walked in, as the door closed by itself shut.
- "Mistral?" she asked.
- "I'm... I'm here..." she whispered from behind.
She turned her face to see the nun's habit clothing, her eyeless sockets as she smirked. Audrey fell on the floor as she screamed. Mistral fell to the floor, as she began crawling to her, her hands were tailing on the mortal's skin. The shadowed covered fingers were cutting through her clothing, as Mistral rolls her over, moving over to her back.
Audrey could feel Mistral's breasts pressed against her back, as Mistral rubbed her breasts. Mistral moved over to her ears, tasting her mind, looking for temptation. Any sins that she was holding back, and in the meantime, Mistral moved her hands over her stomach and then moving her hands over Audrey's nipples, quickly hardening.
