Innocent Devil's Harem Taboo Ch. 42
-- Death is just the beginning.
Original: July 24, 2022
Submitted: May 2, 2024 to Literotica (Copyright Kaizer Wolf)
Tags: harem, incest (brother/sister), supernatural, shifter, big tits, redhead, blonde, MILF
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- CHAPTER 42 - Crisis
Bolting as fast as I could after Gwen and Miriam, feeling like I was literally running to my death, I fought my own desire for self-preservation every inch of the way, my heart racing with my own fear only being slightly overshadowed by the nightmare vision I was having of Miriam's death.
By the fear of
her
dying, instead of me.
Because I felt like it would be much more than her death. Like more was at stake here than a handful of people dying.
After all, she'd said as much, when I asked her about a situation that she thought only
hypothetical
not long ago.
I felt like this was the end of the world, as if the bloodlust and death I was sensing with my third-sight meant the whole world, and everyone I loved in it, was at stake. As if Miriam was the pillar that stood between salvation and destruction of the whole planet, and allowing that pillar to crumble would mean everything was lost.
I knew I didn't have the necessary strength or magical capacity to deal with this threat.
I knew I'd probably just be in the way.
And yet, as much as I didn't want to die, I knew I could at least do that -- stand between her and death.
To give her one last breath.
A single breath that might be the difference between life and death,
for everyone
.
For Serenity, for Gabriella,
for everyone
.
Fuck.
Fuck!
Bolting through the open doorway leading into the room with the massive metal door, the same one that was supposedly fragile compared to what resided beyond the gate, I was shocked to find both Gwen and Miriam alive, unlike my nightmarish vision.
A vision in which I imagined Miriam's dead body on a pile of corpses, the emerald light slowly fading from her eyes.
They were both
panicked
, as they rapidly moved around, with Miriam painting on the floor with her own blood, her thin wrist sliced open, Gwen darting about the room in order to position glowing opals all around her mistress, as if she was anticipating exactly what her mistress was drawing on the floor...
But still alive, at least.
"Get out of here," Miriam immediately hissed without looking up at me, urgently continuing to spread her blood around, pouring right over an opal as she urgently tried to draw out a pattern from her profusely bleeding wrist. "
Seriously
," she quickly urged. "This isn't a joke! I need to focus! Get to safety in the basement! There's nothing you can do to help!"
I couldn't budge, and not because of me rebelling against her wishes.
Whatever was coming was already here!
And whatever design Miriam was creating, she didn't even look close to done!
Fuck!
I bolted forward just as the massive metal doors exploded open, barely remaining on the hinges, sincerely terrified when a massive humanoid creature with a disfigured face appeared out of the darkness, it's head far above mine, it's torso having four arms, it's skin a dark gray, having patches that looked rotted as if it was sick with some kind of disease...
Or as if it was an animated corpse of some monstrosity, its heartbeat sounding off.
The scent of death was overwhelming, the craving to kill and slaughter both nauseating and horrifying, it's clouded white eyes somehow focused and full of thirst for the blood being spilt before it.
"
NO
!" I cried out as it went for Miriam, who was still urgently painting as if it was her only option, a brilliant red bonfire erupting where Gwen had just been standing...
Having no doubt I was no match for the four arms that were each nearly as thick as my entire body, I tried to grab Miriam even as I spun to place myself between her and a certain death, instantly disoriented when an intense sickening pressure appeared in my chest, knocking the air out of me.
Time seemed to stop as I locked eyes with a horrified emerald gaze staring up at me, my body feeling limp, only for my vision to rapidly begin darkening as my head dropped, confused when I realized a massive hand was coming out of my chest.
A massive hand holding a fleshy heart in its grasp.
Diseased fingers holding...
My
heart...
I couldn't feel anything at all, as the world went completely dark.
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Gwen rushed down the basement stairs in a panic, carrying her traumatized mistress in her arms, having already cauterized her bleeding wrist with her fire, but knowing that Miriam's violent shaking was coming from having both her legs broken when she tried to save the boy, even after he was dead.
So instead, the imp familiar carried her, attempting to run to safety in the basement as their last chance of survival.
If nothing else, she desperately hoped the narrow stairwell might be enough to slow it down.
The boy's sacrifice was one Gwen was eternally grateful for, since that same massive hand had almost crushed her mistress's skull, as she tried to finish her spell. But the maid also knew from catching the shadow of her mistress's thoughts that it would be a death that would truly haunt the succubus for a very long time.
A death that might haunt her forever.
If only they'd had more time.
More warning.
But they'd been too late.
There wasn't enough time for her mistress to activate the blood magic, and even if she had, Gwen knew deep down it wouldn't have been enough to stop such an overwhelmingly powerful foe. A foe that, in her mistress's head, rivaled that of the ancient Demon Lords, including the Imp Lords that once ruled her own race, giving the maid's people unbelievable power from their presence alone, prior to their slow decline in numbers to their current state of being at near extinction.
But their assailant was no Imp Lord.
It was almost more like a wingless archdemon, though she'd certainly never heard of one having four arms.
Truly, she hadn't a clue what could be chasing them down, sincerely terrified that her fire magic barely phased it when she attempted to rescue her mistress. And even more horrified that it was still chasing, right at their heels, large pieces of concrete falling from the walls as it forced its way down after them, breaking through the durable material like it was hard mud, instead of reinforced cement.
Ironically, what magic couldn't destroy, due to all the wards and barriers placed down here, a strong physical force apparently had no problem crumbling to dust.
They were going to die.
The monster's hot breath was practically at her neck.
There was nothing they had at their disposal, not even illusion magic, that was going to stop this horrifying creature. They'd lived so long peacefully in this mansion, her mistress having lived at this location for significantly longer than herself, and suddenly the day had come when it all came to an end.
Gwen was still going to fight to the death.
She was still going to do everything in her power to stop this enemy.
To protect her mistress.
But she had no hope of success.
All she could do was try to give her life too, in hopes that somehow, someway, her mistress might be able to survive this nightmare.
Having rounded a corner and bolted down the hall, Gwen knew they were already out of time, deciding to just set her mistress down right there, so she could prepare to put everything into her next attack.
Everything
, including her lifeforce.
It was her only hope of creating a flame powerful enough to try to destroy this creature...
Or to at least harm it enough to force it to retreat.
The two of them exchanged no words as Gwen set Miriam on the hard-concrete floor, no goodbyes as the maid stood before her mistress and began to collect her magic into her clasped hands, no regrets as the hallway became full of brilliant red fireflies, radiating out of the
inferno
imp's body.
The monster crashed down the last of the stairs and rounded the sharp corner, breaking part of the wall with its enormous shoulder as it did so, all four arms clawing around like it was searching for anything to grab and crush in its grasp.
Gwen let out a slow breath, ignoring the steam caused from her hot breath forcing the moisture in the air to evaporate, her slitted crimson eyes focused on her target, only...
Only for her heart to skip a beat.
Unexpectedly, she felt a surge of power well up inside of her, a power that was not her own, a strength that could only mean one thing.
An
Imp Lord
...
An Imp Lord was here!
She didn't understand, she couldn't comprehend how that was possible, she couldn't fathom where it could have come from, and yet the strength flowing through her body was unmistakable. Because it was a strength she'd once known long ago as a young woman, prior to becoming imprisoned by time itself.
What had once felt like one person standing in her spot, suddenly felt like a
hundred thousand
, and with it her fears vanished, her hands calmly separating as she instead held up a single index finger, unexpectedly finding herself with the capacity to cast one of the most powerful spells her race could produce.
The spell that her race was named after.
Her lavender lips parted then as the monster began advancing, speaking calmly the words that she really wanted to scream, even as a pinprick of red light appeared at her fingertip.
"
Evoke Vengeance -- Inferno
."
The space before her erupted with a hellish fire unlike no other, the likes of which almost none could withstand, the wards and barriers strained to their limit to prevent the explosion from detonating the whole mansion all around them.
Just like that they'd won.
Just like that, the fight was over.
Gwen's confidence instantly
shattered
when she suddenly realized the monster advancing on them was barely harmed.
Because it wasn't possible. It
shouldn't
be possible.
More than her confidence, her
will
was crushed when an attack, thousands of times more powerful than she originally intended with her lifeforce, did nothing to stop this horror.
She dropped to her knees in front of her mistress the moment she fully understood there was nothing she could do to fight against their imminent death.
Because she'd failed.
They'd both failed.
Neither of them said anything as four massive hands reached out to
end
them. To crush their heads, and to mangle their bodies with an unstoppable strength.
Gwen couldn't even close her eyes as enormous fingers wrapped around her skull, the world feeling like it was shaking beneath her, even as a rapidly escalating rumble vibrated throughout her bones.
Was this what it felt like to die?
Unexpectedly, the earsplitting roar of a hundred lions nearly ruptured her eardrums as the massive body before her flew away, the tearing of flesh unmistakable as a massive severed arm slammed against the wall. Her slitted crimson eyes widened in absolute confusion and disbelief as a second monster began wrestling with the first, both of them so tall that their horns scraped the concrete ceiling twelve feet high as they fought for dominance against each other.
For half a second, she was convinced it was the Imp Lord that had given her so much strength only moments ago, before immediately knowing that wasn't the case as she absorbed the features of the second creature before her.
Imps didn't have
wings
