Death. The stench still carried on the wind as they escorted Karmina through the village. Or what she left of it. Blood stained the dirt roads. Broken glass scattered the streets. Scorch marks remained from the fires that danced that night. Eyes stared from behind darkened windows. She didn't need to look to feel their hatred towards her. A sliver of her felt remorse. The death of her brothers and sisters pained her, but it was a numbing pain. Barely existent. The Dark Magic that coursed through her veins pulsed with life. Even as the Holy Magic restrained her from using it, it didn't stop the sinister feeling that coiled through her being. Most of all, she felt pride. She was proud of her accomplishment of Death Magic. Pride for being the only Witch in existence to achieve such a feat. Relishing in pride that many fear her. It fueled her and her Magic. As they moved her away from the village and into a field, her heart stopped in her throat. A pyre stood in the middle of the brown
Zalakai followed the obsidian stone path to a marble platform. Rayleigh followed close behind him. When everything dawned on her of their predicament, he needed to be certain of something. That Nol didn't succumb to the power of Karmina. Part of him believed he would, though the rest of him hoped he didn't. Nol was soft-hearted compared to other Demons. Considering his previous life before they cast him out, he was susceptible to Karmina's power. "I appreciate the clothes." Rayleigh stated. He cast a quick glance over his shoulder at her. Before they left the Archives, he created a simple shirt and jeans. The last thing he needed was to be distracted by her nakedness, or any other Demon to prey on her. "Think nothing of it." He gave a quick grin, but he wiped it from his face. "Do you think he did?" She asked him. Zalakai stopped in the center of the platform and took her hand. She let out a small yell when he pulled her to his side. "I really fucking hope not." He grumbled. He r
There was a shift in the air. A scent of brimstone and sulfur. The smell burned his nose. Irritated him. "Aiden?" Amira called his name. He glanced over at her as she stopped beside him. "What is it? Do you sense something?" Her snow white hair draped over her shoulder as she leaned down to him. Something is here. Something that smells of Hell. He stomped the ground with his paw as he turned his nose to the wind. Aiden lowered himself slightly to the ground. Amira climbed up onto his back and he let his nose guide him. He bounded through the forest that was now his hunting grounds for himself and his people. His home. "Should I call Dante and Willow? Do you think we need back-up?" She asked him, but he tossed his head. Not until we get a closer look. Have your gun ready. "You don't have to tell me twice."---------- Dante sipped from his tea as he gazed out over the lake. The light breeze created tiny waves to crash against the small pebbles of the lakebed. He sat back in his
She shielded herself behind a thick oak tree. Her black hair pulled back into a loose braid draped over her shoulder. A light blue cotton dress fell to her ankles and hugged her hips. Her dark eyes drifted up to the white balcony of the Manor with eager impatience. The breeze rustled the summer leaves above her and carried her scent away from the direction of the Manor. She was grateful that Nature had been benefiting her this night. However, she still took the precautionary measures and laced herself with oils and herbs to help blend herself into the environment that surrounded her.Light from the balcony doors swiveled and swayed while shadows danced across space. Voices sounded from within, mumbled through the windowpane as a barrier. The door suddenly opened, and she tucked herself behind the trunk while she dared herself to peek around it carefully. Heavy footsteps across the marble tiles as a man approached the ledge. Her eyes shined at his glorious f
Embers burned away the cigarette. Ash broke away and crumbled to the broken brick floor. She took a slow drag; the embers ate away at the paper before she released the smoke through her nose. Her eyes fluttered shut as the nicotine filled her contaminated lungs. She felt her heart speed up ever so slightly."Rayleigh?" a calm voice called to her from an open door. Oner of her eyes opened slightly to spot a bald priest standing in the entrance. "We have everything prepared for you, as you requested."Her eye fell shut again as she pushed herself off the wall she had been leaning on and let the cigarette fall from her lips. The moment it hit the ground, her boot came down and crushed it. She blew out the last bit of smoke that resided in her throat before she made her way inside. The priest looked around before he closed the heavy door with a loud thud and locked it behind her.At first the corridor was dark until her vision adjusted
Moans echoed off the dark walls. Skin on skin meshed together in a pile behind thin drapes. Gasps. Giggles. Shivers. Breasts and cocks. Pussy and asses. All free game to those that chose to play. For some it was a dream come true, but for others it was an every day occurence.He leaned up against the wall, arms folded across his bare, tattooed chest as he quietly surveyed the festivites before him. The musk of cum and sweat mingled and stung a bit in his nose, but it was not new to him. A few of the women detached themselves from the mess and crawled over to him. He gazed down at each one. A woman with skin as dark as ebony and glossy blue eyes. Hair dark as midnight and perfectly curled. The next woman with pale skin as the moon on its brightest night, and sandy blonde hair with hazel eyes. The last woman with sun-kissed skin, chocolate eyes and almond colored hair. They tugged on his leather pants, whimpering like puppies that craved for attention. He smirked down at
Loud rock music rumbled through the room, glass clinked against one another and the heavy stench of cigarette smoke clung to the wallpaper. The establishment was slow this time of day, just before anyone got off of work. It allowed her some time to wind down and sort through her thoughts after the exorcism she had recently performed.She drummed her nails against the sticky counter, the soft low lights above her highlights the sticky patches across the dark wood surface. Her whiskey glass sat empty with a few ice cubes, droplets rested at the bottom of the glass. A shadow crossed in front of her for a second until a large hand rested over her empty glass and took it away, but not before they replaced it with a new one and filled it with caramel colored beverage."Another rough one, Ray?" A soft voice spoke up and drew her attention to the husky man in front of her. He looked rough around the edges with the mean biker look, but Randall was the nicest man she
Black smoke rose from the inner circle. The stench of death and decay filled her lungs. Candles surrounded her in their dim, yellowish glow. Small bones laid scattered around her. Rats. Birds. Rabbits. Any available creature she could get her hands on. Books lay open, each with a different unique spell written on the aged parchment. Wind whistled and rocked against the weak wooden structure of the hut she made, as there were no other places to safely experiment. She ignored the cold that kissed her toes. Frostbite threatened her fingertips, but she didn't dare quit. She felt so close to her solution. So much closer to help him. And yet... As the smoke cleared away, her eyes dead set on the corpse of a crow she had slaughtered. Nothing. Not a twitch of the wing. Not a flinch of a talon. Nothing. She ran her blood covered hands over her face slowly. Magic had drained her little by little, but she didn't dare give up. Not yet, when she felt so close to achieving the achievable. She tu