After all four had finished eating the servants came back and cleared the table while the three men talked about politics. Kasey's determination to learn more about this new world she had been swallowed by failing as she kept tuning out pieces of the conversation until she wasn't listening at all. Politics just weren't her thing. Eventually, Mammon shifted the conversation to what they had all been gathered here for. "We are here to make Kasey into a full fledge demon so she will have a chance at survival. Therefore, we need her soul intact, Pyro." Mammon rubbed his hands together and smiled widely at the Prince. "Have what I asked for already been arranged then?" Pyro watched Mammon closely to pick out any lies he dared spill. Mammon tossed his head from side to side for a moment before he smiled, "I think the only thing that hasn't been accomplished was the optional choice. Everything else has been arranged or prepared." Pyro slowly looked over at Kasey who
Kasey flinched when she watched his canine teeth elongate, slowly Sonneillon brushed her hair out of the way and tilted her head as he slowly rested his teeth against her skin. Kasey took a deep breath and Sonneillon instantly bit down, puncturing her skin, Kasey flinched back as Sonneillon wrapped an arm around her waist while the other one held the back of her head to keep her from moving. Sonneillon groaned at the bursts of flavor, his eyes glowing red as he took a few long gulps. A numbing sensation grew around the bite but Kasey instantly started to feel lightheaded. Her body temperature rose as her body shivered with pleasure against her own will. Sonneillon hugged her closer to him as he savored each millisecond, Kasey gripped onto his shirt as her legs started to become weak and she couldn't help but lean against him for support. Her mouth failed to pronounce words as her mind went at war between wanting more and making it stop. Why wasn't her mouth cooperating? Kase
Please Note: This story has heavy violence and dark moments!! There WILL be moments of carnage and depression!! This is not a story for the faint of heart!! Some of these chapters may contain: Torture Homicide Horror-like elements Sexual assaults *NO RAPE* Along with: Demonology Crude dialogue Emotional trauma Do also note: There will be humor, love, and mentions of religious mythology throughout the WHOLE story. Please do not be offended by any mythology
It wasn't like I was asking to be this way. Nor did I ever want to be this way. My mother always thought it was a silly little game I made to keep myself entertained. But...what she didn't know, is that I never made him up. I never needed an "imaginary friend", because he was always with me. I just couldn't prove it... "KASEY!!!" My mind slowly seeped into reality, the booming female voice snapping its jaws like a dog. I didn't need to look at the time to know that I was late... but I did look at the smiling clock on my wall, its hands reaching for the eighth hour. The sudden pit in my stomach fell in a winter storm, the dread creeping up like frost. "Shit...!" I muttered, jumping from my bed and yanking out the first pair of pants I could. Yanking off my pajamas I quickly replaced them with black jeans and a black shirt with angel wings decorated on the back. It wasn't in my exact taste, but I like
*Violence Warning* Nathan stared at me for the longest time. His eyes looking me up and down. I stood still, like a deer in headlights. I flinched when Jackson touched my arm, moving between me and Nathan. They looked like complete opposites. Like two dogs ready to fight... I looked between them, I felt like I was caught between them. Two kids fighting over a toy. "Don't....touch her...." Jackson mumbled an exhausted threat lined each word. "Or what? You have already tested our master's patience. I was sent here because of you, and I was forced to find a vessel that was already close to you two." Nathan's sharp gaze turned to me and I felt a cold shiver slide down my spine. "And since you clearly can't do your job...ill have to do it for you." "No....! I...I just...I need more time.." "He wanted the job done by the age of
I stared at Samael silently before bursting out laughing. "You're kidding..that's the best you could come up with?" His gaze darkened as he looked at me again. His expression was a cool mask that hid the emotions that I was sure were roaring through him. He bristled a little and growled softly. "I am not kidding, Kasey..." "Yeah, sure you're not." I pushed the covers off of me and slowly climbed out of the comforting warmth. I glanced at the window that was covered with thick black curtains that reminded me of a void. I glanced at the person sitting in a chair, watching me wearily. He looked so familiar, but I couldn't put my finger on it. "Nice costume by the way. How much did that cost you? And what the heck even are you?" He scowled and looked away, "it cost me, my soul. My mortal soul." He looked at me, his eyes looked so genuine but I would not be fooled. I shook my he
*Violence Warning*I stumbled against the door, yanking at the knob, twisting and pushing and pulling. But the lock held. I looked back at the beast, a scream escaping me, trying to call for help. I shoved my shoulder into the door, kicking at it, trying to use brute force. I whimpered when I heard a gurgling growl come from behind me. I screamed for help again, sobbing splitting open the rest of my calm. Panic settling as I put my back to the door and stared at the thing. Its long tongue licked over its gums and teeth. It knew I couldn't escape. I glanced around, trying to find anything of use, my eyes landing on the fire poker. I waited, my body trembling as the beast got closer, only about five feet were between us. And each drop of drool made me want to puke. It got into a pounce position, my body stiffening against my control. Then, it lunged, its jaws were snapped opened, its aim at my leg. It liked to make its p
Latifa was collecting the dishes, the long table showing no real purpose but to be in the way. Latifa was humming softly and picked up my empty glass and the small soup bowl that had held the beef stew. It was surprisingly good. Along with being a nurse, Latifa was a chef. When I first said how good it was and was shocked when she said she made it; she only said it was simple and nothing to be impressed about. But I would admit, the taste was ravishing! I can't figure out how she made it so good. The spices were beautifully mixed, neither too strong or weak. It was just...perfect. "I am going to go wash the dishes. I will be leaving Sorscha with you." Latifa said, gathering the utensils. They chimed against each other like wind chimes as I watched her in silence for a moment. "I still don't know who Sorscha is.." I said slowly. She paused and looked at me. "You don't—oh!! That's right!" Latifa's