All character are over eighteen and are not based on any real people. This is my first erotic story ever as well as my first submission. Comments are appreciated.
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"Fire!"
An indeterminate call that can change everything.
In one case, fire can be a call for help. A plea for aid in sparing lives and homes. Fire can also be a call to take a life away. When a gun barrel is pointing at another human being and the cry is raised, some poor soul is likely to go someplace they don't want to, no matter what scripture says on how nice it can be.
The simple fact is that the word fire usually signifies a coming change. Whether it be the necessity to purchase a new microwave, or the first call to the mourning, "fire" changes everything. This is also true in the presence of the suffix d, which just so happens to the shift the word the past.
This new form of the word means much to the once promising James Godrin as he stepped into his rathole of an apartment, situated in a middle of nowhere town in Michigan.
"Fired." He quietly mumbles to himself as he tosses the keys to his Chevy POSat the rundown looking couch in his living room.
Gently closing the door so as not to disturb his bitch of a landlady to whom he owed ever so much", James enters his apartment. Gods how he hated her, but he wasn't going to say anything because of his simple philosophy. Don't mess with A. people who handle your food; B. anything bigger than you; and C. anyone that can kick you out on your ass.
This situation with his landlady appeared to bring the third condition to mind as he had already witnessed her eviction of two tenants this month. There was no way in the frigid depths of Hel that he was gonna get evicted in the middle of fucking winter. Although, come to think of it, with his recent termination of employment he wouldn't be able to pay the rent anyways. Well, that's neither here nor there.
Looking around his apartment at what he guessed to be his yellow walls, although brown would be just as accurate, he can't help but think that at least he won't have to see this shithole again. Come to think of it, this place probably doesn't qualify for the grandiose title of a "shithole". The whole apartment consists of three rooms, two of which were the pitch black bedroom and the grungy bathroom. The third room of the apartment is a bastardized kitchen living room with the only thing of value being a small flat screen TV and a somewhat decent couch.
Prostrating himself on said couch with an aura of misery, James tries to come to terms with his recent entry into unemployment. He had worked hard. He hadn't gotten on anyone's bad size. It was just more downsizing. Typical American company.
Lying back with is sorrows as his only company, James is the picture of an everyday sob story. Or at least it looked that way until the shadows started moving.
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Just great. Just fucking great. I knew I should have stayed in college.
Having had my fill of moping for the day, I take my head out of my hands and look around, only to find the shadows slowly moving towards me with reaching tendrils. With an exasperated sigh, I wave my hand in a shooing motion, causing the shadows to quickly recede.
This is the point where I lose most people. Most people are fully capable of coping with concepts like wizards, warlocks, and demons, but apparently a little bit of shadow manipulation is too risqué for mainstream thought.
Let me make it simple for you. You know all of those fears that you had about the dark as a child. Apparently those were well founded. It turns out that there are a lot of nasty things that lie in wait in the darkness. Before you ask, yes. All of the standard creatures of mythology exist. There are wizards, warlocks, werewolves, vampires, demons, fiends, spirits, various undead, faeries, and all other manner of creatures.
As you can see, there are a lot of nasty things out there, and nearly all of them are deadly. For example, your basic faerie is a nice little flying woman with a great figure and a cheery disposition. They are quite playful up until the point where they chop you up and use you as fertilizer for their home tree. Yea. Real Walt Disney material.
With so many, monsters in the world, it should come as no surprise that there are also hunters. The Nephilim. Pompous spawn of angels and human women. The irony of the matter is that by fornicating with women, the angels become cast out of Heaven. Remember that the next time a Nephilim tries to lord its heritage over you.
But on to the point. The Nephilim like to see themselves as a police force, but in reality they're more like the Nazi SS. Torture, murder, genocide. You name it. They've done it. So in reality, the hunters are just as bad as the monsters. Taken all together, the world is a cold dark place, which is perfectly fine with me.
You might be wondering what I am at this point. I'm what I like to refer to as a shadow mage. Admittedly, I'm the only one that would refer to me as such, but it is much nicer than what others would call me. Referring to yourself as a dark reaper is not exactly a way to get people on your side. I don't see why people hate us so much.
I mean, modern society will romanticize werewolves and wizards and their ilk, but anyone that can do what I do is automatically a villain. I'll admit that some of the bad-rep is deserved, but it's not my fault that I'm the way I am.
A little knowledge into the abilities and history of shadow mages might help you understand. First off, shadow mages gain their power from the fear of others. I know. I know. It pretty bad, but the fact is that there is a lot of power in fear and someone would use it even if I didn't. It's not like I go out of my way to terrify people. Well, some of my ancestors might of but that really isn't important.
So, using this power, shadow mages can manipulate the shadows around them, forcing them to do what we want. This can range from darkening a room to actually giving physical substance to the shadow and shaping something from it. This usually entails some sort of automaton which is used as protection for its creator. This may sound sinister, but it's really overrated. An undying soldier made out of pure shadow and infused with fear isn't as bad as it sounds.
The shadows can also be shaped into weapons with extreme lethality. However, this isn't practiced often as there is a high chance that anyone who picks up one of the weapons will immediately die. Other than that, shadow mages can manipulate the shadows to do what most other mages and wizards can do. They can form shields, strike from a distance, render themselves invisible, the usual things.
A little history might be necessary at this point. Shadow mages have a long and rich history filled with kings, princesses, dragons, and fame. However, this history generally involves one of us killing the kings, stealing the princess, releasing the dragon, and I really should have said infamy instead of fame.
Unlike the general assortment of monsters and mages, shadow mages didn't always exist. We kind of popped onto the scene sometime around the third century. The interesting thing is that there has never been more than two shadow mages at one time. This is probably because unlike other mystical talents, it is solely a family trait, and my family has a long history of only ever having one kid.
So my family slowly worked its way through history killing and stealing from anyone we could until someone seemed to take notice in the ranks of the Nephilim. This happened sometime around the crusades as the Nephilim were at the top of their power amidst the ranks of the Templars. All of a sudden, a bounty was put out on any shadow mage. They even offered amnesty to the monsters they were sworn to kill if they would only bring one of us to them.
So my family went even further into hiding, which is saying something for a bunch of assassins. So centuries go by and the Nephilim don't give up. Every once and a while they would find the families' hide-out and force us to flee. So, my great grandfather comes along 70 years ago and decides to fight back. He waltzes into the North American headquarters of the Nephilim, which just so happens to be located in Salem, and starts killing anyone that comes near him. Eventually they manage to bring him down with one too many arrows.
The next thing my grandfather knows, not only have the Nephilim declared war on shadow mages, but the rest of the supernatural community has declared war on us as well. So, my grandfather goes even deeper into hiding. He stops using his ability. He becomes a regular-Joe. He gets married has a kid and dies. My father comes along and does the same thing and here I am today, possessed of a vast amount of power, but afraid to use it lest I be hunted down and killed. Just fucking great.
So, back to the present.
Here I am, waving off the shadows, sulking in my depression until it suddenly hits me. Shadows don't just move on their own. So I look back over to where they had been and all of a sudden there is this drop dead gorgeous babe staring back at me. She has the darkest skin I had ever seen. I don't mean Florida tan dark. I mean if she was any darker, I would think someone had cut a whole out of my wall and placed in a backdrop of night.
Looking at her from my vantage point on the couch, I guess that she stands 5'4'' with a nice slender build with curves in all the right places. And did I mention that she was completely naked. Her breasts look like a perfect handful, standing proudly out from her body as if mocking gravity. Her areolas mar disrupt her otherwise unblemished skin with their slightly lighter shade of darkness.
I can feel myself getting hard as I keep giving her a look over. A light bush appears between her legs, being nearly indistinguishable from her pitch black skin. My eyes travel over her wide hips and down her perfect legs before they travel back up and over her perfectly flat stomach before once more settling on her gorgeous mounds. Eventually, I force myself to look up at her face and just as suddenly as my erection had grown it went away.
