Twenty Three
A weariness pulled on my spirit. The words and diagrams on the papers before me began to bleed together into a chaotic mess. I could barely make sense of all of it, and with a sliver of frustration, I lifted my head back and leaned it against the high-backed chair.
My study was warm, as the wind howled beyond the windows. The light was bright enough to read, but dim enough to help me relax. The last two years were a time of blood, dark magic, and sultry bonding, but I am getting ahead of myself.
Memories caressed my exhausted mind. I allowed myself to linger in their soothing waters, watching each moment as they unfolded.
After sacrificing the angel, Nina, and opening the second rift, I knew things had to escalate from there. Two of the sixteen rifts were opened. All sixteen were needed to shift the fate of the world, and draw it to the dark gods of the Dream Lands. I was chosen by the dark gods to carry out their will for a simple reason, I went beyond what most were willing to do. The Umbra family is well known for exploring the dark arts, and aiding in snuffing out the light that plagued this world. Many of them spent their time enjoying their work, but never truly attempted to shift fate.
When I summoned my mother from the great beyond, it was the first step in my path to change destiny. You see, the light was winning on our world, and of everyone in my family, or among the demons, dark creatures, and monsters, I was ready to heed the eldritch gods call, and make it my banner, and my purpose.
Not everything happened as one would think. My mother was filled with dark power, but it wasn't enough. She and I contacted some of my cousins, and with their help, we raised my mother's sisters from the beyond as well. We came together and became a blood coven. We shared our bodies, and our broken souls. We gained dark gifts, and used them to ensure our fate would bend to what we desired.
I lifted my hand and rubbed the bridge of my nose. It all seemed so simple just a few years ago. We traveled to different locations, acquired a sacrifice, killed them on a point where reality was weakest, and opened a rift. Each rift would allow power and corruption to seep into our world. It would draw others, and even lend them power.
Myself, and my family, traveled by private jet to many different locations. New York, Los Angeles, Johannesburg, and several others, were corrupted by our actions. In dark tunnels, or in abandon places, we hunted for sacrifices and ended their lives for the glory of the dark gods.
After the first two rifts, we opened eight more. Ten out of sixteen rifts were now open. When the remaining six are opened, our work will be completed. The dark gods would invade this world over the next few centuries, and then, our realm would fall to a new order.
I was often visited by the minions of the dark gods, praising my work. They promised me places to rule, and power to wield. I hungered for it, but with each sacrifice, and new rift, I yearned for a chance to rest. After the last one, I informed the blood coven that we would be returning to Castle Umbra, and take a long-deserved rest.
To the dark gods, time was almost meaningless. They cared not if it took a few years, or a million years, just as long as the work continued toward their goals. I understood this, and knew I had plenty of time to change the world.
I let my hand drop down to the leather armrest and let out a long sigh. We had only been back at Castle Umbra for a month, and letters had piled up from near and distant relatives about the work we had accomplished. Our bloodline carried those with the gift of dream seers. They witnessed in their dreams what my coven had accomplished, what I accomplished. Many of the letters were of those who wished to join our dark crusade. Now that we made progress, they all wanted a piece of it. I couldn't blame them. With my father long gone, the Umbra family was leaderless, rudderless. Taking my father's place, many were eager to aid our crusade. The time of great change was coming, and I was leading us to it.
My thoughts shifted to my coven. I was always fond of everyone who was part of it, but our new life grew deeper, more intimate. It went beyond simple taboo desire, but into a deepening love that no one would understand outside of our family.
I listened to the wind howling outside. We returned during winter. It was nice to simply relax after traveling for two years. It was our home, our sanctuary. Castle Umbra was not far from Dublin, deep in the fields and forests beyond the bustling city. Ancient magic filled the land, making it easier to hide from those who hunted us. The gods of light were not idle over the last few years. They hunted us at every turn. We had a few harrowing battles, but were victorious in the end. Despite our power, a paranoid mood took root. I despised it as we looked over our shoulders with each new venture. No, my body and my mind needed a long rest. My coven needed a rest.
A yawn escaped my mouth. I then blinked, realizing I had lost track of time again. After sifting through letters from relatives, and maps of streets to the remaining cities we needed to open rifts in, I was exhausted. I was supposed to use this time to rest, but it's hard to slow down when you're trying to aid the dark gods in their hellish crusades.
I slowly stood up. I walked around my desk and toward the study door. I stepped out into the corridor, and was greeted with silence.
The castle was old, but thankfully, modernized many years ago. Castles can be drafty, but not Umbra castle. It had many modern, and near futuristic upgrades. There were plenty of rooms and chambers, enough to house a small army of people. I thought about inviting more relatives, and making them bend the knee, acknowledging me as their true high priest. But my thoughts drifted to everyone currently under this roof. I enjoyed the intimacy we all had, and was hesitant to bring others in. They would vie for my attention, but I only had eyes for the family I bonded with.
I walked along the desolate corridor. My body was haggard as I shuffled like one of the dead. My eyes were heavy as I made my way to the sleeping quarters wing.
As I stepped into a private corridor of the wing, I glanced at doors lining the right and left of me. Most were empty, but I did pass a few I knew some of my coven were sleeping in. Their doors were closed, but I knew they weren't locked. I could sense some minds sleeping, while a few were awake.
The bonding of the coven allowed me to feel their minds, and broken souls. I could control them, if I wished, but it was better to allow them all freewill. I wasn't a tyrant, but I do like control. Some of it was necessary because my mother and my aunts, had a difficult time controlling their darker impulses.
I woke from my thoughts as I felt two minds awake. I saw a partially opened door with a light on. I stepped to it, and peeked in. I couldn't hide my smile as my aunt Violet, had her son, Theo, trapped in her clutches. Theo looked at her with tired eyes, as his mother stroked his cock and licked the tip. They were both naked, my aunt on her stomach and elbows as she had her way.
"Again?" Theo whined.
Aunt Violet had a wicked smile as she nodded. She lowered her head and sucked on him. As much as Theo verbally protested, he didn't stop her. He put his hand on her head as her lips ran down his manhood.
My aunty Violet was the most promiscuous of her sisters. She enjoyed gangbangs and being treated like a toy. She had an insatiable appetite, Theo and I often having to have our way with her to truly make her happy. My cousin had come into his own, he and his mother healing their relationship. But now, their need for each other overpowered their reason.
A thought did invade my tired mind to join them. I knew aunty Violet would enjoy it, but there was another I wanted more.
I walked away from their doorway, hearing my cousin moan. I walked to the large door at the end of the corridor, the master bedchamber.
I opened the door and stepped into subdued darkness. A shaft of starlight filtered in through the window, giving just enough light for my eyes to adjust. I looked at the canopy bed, a figure just under heavy blankets.
A dreamy haze fell over me as I approached. I took hold of my clothes, pulling them off and letting them fall to the floor. I left a trail behind me until I was fully nude. I walked over to the side of the bed, and looked down.
My mother slept peacefully. She was on her back. Her long black hair was splayed around her head and shoulders. She was partially covered in her long nightgown. Large breasts continued to struggle against the gown top, trying to be free. She appeared peaceful, sleeping like the dead. Even in the starlight, I could see her ruby red lips contrasted against her pale skin. She was always beautiful, but every time I saw her, she took my breath away.
Because of the dark power that brought her back from the Dream Lands, she was still seven-feet-tall. She was almost a foot taller than me, but it didn't matter. We saw each other for who we were, two broken souls there for each other. My cock grew hard just looking at her, the shaft fighting gravity's pull.
