Cast of Characters
Warlocks
Mark Glassner
Mary Sullivan
Sex Slaves "The Sluts"
Alison
Desiree Fitzsimmons
Lana
Chantelle
Xiu
Korina
Fiona
Violet
Lillian
Nurse Thamina
Karen (Sister Louise Afra)
Jessica St. Pierre, Reporter
Agent Noel Heinrich, FBI
Demons
Lucifer
Lilith
Sisters of Mary Magdalene
Mother Superior MaryΔm
Sister Theodora Mariam
Other
Brandon Fitzsimmons
Doug Allard, P.I.
Tina Allard
Dominion Ramiel, Angel
Antsy (Mark's Sister)
Chapter One
In the darkest shadows they met, the lovers torn by hatred and duty. Chasity, armed with only her faith in the Living Gods, stood strong against the Patriot Noel and her terrible sword. Oblivion had been forged into a blade of negation. The Holy Martyr stood firm, risking her very soul to protect the Living Gods one last time. Noel was consumed with her foul hatred, her soul poisoned. Not even love would stay her hand. She swung negation at her lover. Chasity stood firm.
--Second Book of Vivian 10:34-37
Thursday, June 13th, 2013 -- Noel Heinrich -- Tacoma, WA
Peterson was a ball of sweat by the time we reached Tacoma, his bald head glistening and his face even ruddier than usual. I couldn't help smirking at his discomfort. He had attacked Master and Mistress. He had tried to arrest them or even kill them. Of course, so had I, but Master had explained everything to me and now I understood.
For the last week, my partner Peterson and I had been hunting for Mark Glassner. We mistakenly thought he was a terrorist. We thought he had unleashed a gas in the Buy Best, a large electronic store, up in South Hill, and created an orgy. We even thought he had sexually assaulted several women, despite every one of the women involved defending Mark. They enjoyed being dominated.
When Master spoke, you had to obey.
All week, Master had been having his fun. We thought the had been committing crimes, but everything Master and Mistress did was perfectly legal. His voice seemed to echo in my mind, reminding me of that fact.
Early this morning, just after four AM, Peterson and I had raided Mark's house. A petty man named Brandon Fitzsimmons was jealous that Master had claimed his beautiful, busty wife Desiree as a sex slave. So Brandon ratted Master out to the FBI. We responded with the support of the Pierce County SWAT department.
Master showed us all how mistaken we were. Master was pissed at Peterson, embarrassing my partner in front of the entire world. But he didn't punish me. Instead, Master had claimed me as his sex slave. His slut. My pussy grew wet just remembering his hard cock reaming me from behind while I ate the sexy Violet's pussy out.
That had been my first taste of pussy. Of course I loved it. I was a slut now.
But I was also Master's spy.
Peterson parked the car beneath the Federal Building in downtown Tacoma. He sucked in a deep breath. "Time to get fired."
"Yep," I nodded.
His jaw set. I knew he wanted to throw me under the bus with him, but Master had given Peterson orders. I was his spy, and Peterson would lie to protect my allegiance. I put on a professional look and made sure my sandy-blonde hair was tied back in a neat ponytail.
"Not a word," I reminded him.
"I couldn't if I wanted to," he growled. "Fucking bastard. How does he do it?"
I shrugged. "He's Master. Does it matter how he does it?"
"No." Peterson slammed the door. "He's gonna destroy the world, Noel. If he's not stopped. I wish I had put a bullet--"
I slapped him. "He is an amazing man. You are lucky he didn't put a bullet in your head. We were there to kill him."
"Yeah, we. I wish you would remember that."
I strode to the elevator, trying to calm myself down. I gave him a smile. "Let's go up. I'll be very supportive. I'll agree to everything you tell the SAC."
Peterson's face paled. No one wanted to be on the bad side of SAC Kemp. He was the Special-Agent-in-Charge of the Tacoma branch and a man you didn't want to mess with. The elevator dinged and we stepped inside.
Peterson clenched and unclenched his fist on the ride up. A bead of sweat dripped down his cheek. It was hard to stay mad at him. I had known him for awhile, ever since I had graduated from Quantico and been sent out into the field. And we both had made the same mistake. But I wouldn't stop his embarrassment. It was his punishment for the raid. Mistress has been shaken by the SWAT officers storming in.
The elevator dinged and we stepped off.
"Peterson, Heinrich," the SAC said as he strode across the room. He was a short, round man. His appearance would almost have been comical until you saw his face. "My office right now."
"Yes, sir," Peterson answered.
He marched behind the SAC like a man to his firing squad. I strode beside him. I wasn't afraid. Even if I was fired, I had Master to go to. It's where I belonged. But I hoped I wouldn't be fired. Master needed me to be his spy and guide the FBI away from him.
The SAC didn't say a word until we were in his corner office and the door was closed. He sat down at his desk, folded his hands before him, and glared at the both of us. "Why did I just see you on the news destroying our entire case against Mark Glassner?"
"Peterson was gassed, sir," I promptly answered. "Mark was waiting for us."
"Not you?"
I shook my head. "When I realized our gas masks were useless, I retreated to a safe distance."
"I wasn't gassed," Peterson said. "There was no gas canisters or equipment in the house. This was all my incompetence. The moment I was inside the house, I realized that we had the wrong guy. It was so obvious"
"The wrong guy?" the SAC asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Yes, sir. Mark can't do anything wrong."
"We have him on camera committing acts of burglary and terrorism."
"That was someone that looked at him or we were just wrong about it being a crime."