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soon as she’d come down here, and had been looking forward to the task ever since. Melissa Thorne was a former resident of that trailer park, and had willingly divulged its details, even before Crowe had worked her wiles on her. As of now, Melissa was simply struggling to remember which day it was or know the precise hour. Soon, she would struggle to remember her name, her past, and then the fact that she’d once been human.
Crowe spread her arms, chanting softly. She rose to her feet and divested herself of every stitch of clothing. Melissa did the same. Neither of them felt the desert’s night chill. Shadows began to stir within the flames and then to writhe among them. Crowe flung her head back and chanted loudly at the stars.
The night spun around her. It was at times like these that she remembered her initiation. How she and twelve others had somehow managed to raise a specter, a spiritual force, for the fun and audaciousness of it all, and then how everything had gone badly wrong. What had started out as a rock-band dare, something to take their wild-child image to the next level and maybe outdo even Fleetwood Mac, had turned into an all-too-real savage nightmare. The spiritual entity they’d raised had been taken over by something terrible, a malevolent force that had hijacked the room. She never knew how it had happened. Maybe it was a chance in a hundred million. Maybe the dire entity had been searching for a conduit to Earth. Either way, it wasted no time in exerting its brutal authority. Two of her friends had immediately murdered two others, then flung themselves atop the bleeding bodies to start an inhumane copulation. The remaining eight had found themselves spreadeagled around the sides of the room, arms and legs held apart by an implacable force, unable to even blink. A demonic visage had materialized in the center of the room, right above the rutting bodies, born out of ferocity and abhorrence, and then blasted toward all of them and shattering apart in their faces. Many had screamed, some had died. But Crowe had suddenly felt different. She’d felt whole. Capable. A woman who, since childhood, had never known family, was now part of some enormous hierarchy. And she liked it. The chance to get a little revenge, a little power and a lot of fun.
She fancied she’d always been a psychopath. But now she had the power to live out her dreams and never get caught.
That night every one of her twelve friends’ bodies were inhabited by a different demon, seven of the greatest from the hierarchy and five more. Every one of them threw her down to the floor and shamed her into enjoying their degradations, every one of them drew blood, every one of them drew a promise.
She would serve them. Always. And she would be rewarded with power and a seat beside a throne. Somewhere. When the Earth was subjugated.
Now, though, the time was firmly at hand. So far, her servitude had proven faultless. The hierarchy was pleased with her. Now, the final few tasks neared completion. Her focus snapped back to the present as the shadows elongated above the flames, washing the desert floor with deep reflected crimson. They gathered, writhing up and out and around like eager serpents. They began to coil over at their apex, flowing fluidly toward both women, now wrapping and entwining their naked bodies. Crowe luxuriated in it. The intimate sensation of her flesh being touched all over by unknown bodies, by a terrible animate force, brought every nerve to life. She squirmed against them, rolling her hips suggestively, running her fingertips across her stomach. The shadows drew black energy from her, becoming even more lively, flitting and jetting about, galvanized by power.
As the force grew, Crowe opened her eyes and checked on Melissa. Good, the girl was performing nicely and that meant she lived another day. The trailer park wouldn’t. Crowe gathered all her energy and flung her open arms at the skies. Instantly, the shadows
Crowe spread her arms, chanting softly. She rose to her feet and divested herself of every stitch of clothing. Melissa did the same. Neither of them felt the desert’s night chill. Shadows began to stir within the flames and then to writhe among them. Crowe flung her head back and chanted loudly at the stars.
The night spun around her. It was at times like these that she remembered her initiation. How she and twelve others had somehow managed to raise a specter, a spiritual force, for the fun and audaciousness of it all, and then how everything had gone badly wrong. What had started out as a rock-band dare, something to take their wild-child image to the next level and maybe outdo even Fleetwood Mac, had turned into an all-too-real savage nightmare. The spiritual entity they’d raised had been taken over by something terrible, a malevolent force that had hijacked the room. She never knew how it had happened. Maybe it was a chance in a hundred million. Maybe the dire entity had been searching for a conduit to Earth. Either way, it wasted no time in exerting its brutal authority. Two of her friends had immediately murdered two others, then flung themselves atop the bleeding bodies to start an inhumane copulation. The remaining eight had found themselves spreadeagled around the sides of the room, arms and legs held apart by an implacable force, unable to even blink. A demonic visage had materialized in the center of the room, right above the rutting bodies, born out of ferocity and abhorrence, and then blasted toward all of them and shattering apart in their faces. Many had screamed, some had died. But Crowe had suddenly felt different. She’d felt whole. Capable. A woman who, since childhood, had never known family, was now part of some enormous hierarchy. And she liked it. The chance to get a little revenge, a little power and a lot of fun.
She fancied she’d always been a psychopath. But now she had the power to live out her dreams and never get caught.
That night every one of her twelve friends’ bodies were inhabited by a different demon, seven of the greatest from the hierarchy and five more. Every one of them threw her down to the floor and shamed her into enjoying their degradations, every one of them drew blood, every one of them drew a promise.
She would serve them. Always. And she would be rewarded with power and a seat beside a throne. Somewhere. When the Earth was subjugated.
Now, though, the time was firmly at hand. So far, her servitude had proven faultless. The hierarchy was pleased with her. Now, the final few tasks neared completion. Her focus snapped back to the present as the shadows elongated above the flames, washing the desert floor with deep reflected crimson. They gathered, writhing up and out and around like eager serpents. They began to coil over at their apex, flowing fluidly toward both women, now wrapping and entwining their naked bodies. Crowe luxuriated in it. The intimate sensation of her flesh being touched all over by unknown bodies, by a terrible animate force, brought every nerve to life. She squirmed against them, rolling her hips suggestively, running her fingertips across her stomach. The shadows drew black energy from her, becoming even more lively, flitting and jetting about, galvanized by power.
As the force grew, Crowe opened her eyes and checked on Melissa. Good, the girl was performing nicely and that meant she lived another day. The trailer park wouldn’t. Crowe gathered all her energy and flung her open arms at the skies. Instantly, the shadows
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