Tuesday, November 26th, 2015 – Cindy Mayflower – The Mansion, South Hill

Things were hectic in the mansion. Everyone seemed to be in a hurry, carrying documents and plans to and from the Matmown in the basement where my Lord and Lady had been ensconced since they had woken up. They were planning the invasion of England. The Legion would need a toehold on the island nation to launch the offensive into the Western Europe and defeat the demon Astarte.

I was also stressed, and I only had my wedding to plan. The happy day where Violet and would be joined was only a week away. It seemed almost selfish to be planning such a happy occasion while most of the world were under the oppression of the demons, but you had to keep living even if the world seemed to be ending.

Life was precious. So many of those that lived in the mansion had died the last year, most of them were bodyguards. But two maids were killed when demons slipped behind the lines last February in the campaign against Chemosh in South America.

"Cindy," Marcy, a maid with saucy, blue eyes said, running down the hall. "There's a Deidre Matheson asking to see you."

I froze. "Me?"

She nodded. I swallowed, and wondered what my future mother-in-law was doing here. As far as I knew, she hadn't made the effort to see Violet since Mark had first claimed Violet as his slut over two years ago.

"What does that bitch want?" I demanded.

Violet Matheson

"No, they have to look like this!" I snapped at Tomoyo, and the Japanese maid gave a start at my sudden outburst. I pushed her to the side and arranged all the beautiful plates, cups, and utensils just right. "Like this."

"Sorry, miss," quailed Tomoyo.

Lillian snickered. "What bee's crawled up your cunt, Violet?"

I froze, then blushed. "Oh, Gods, I'm sorry, Tomoyo. I didn't mean to snap. I can't believe it, I'm turning into bridezilla."

"A bit," Lillian said, holding her fingers apart.

She sat on one of the tables, naked, her black hair done up in pigtails like me, but her hair was pure black. She had stopped highlighting her hair with blue and purple streaks after Lucifer's light beams had dissolved one of her pigtails while she cowered on the ground. A half-inch closer and she'd be hanging out with Chasity and the other ghosts in Hell.

That had been the scariest day of my life. But Master and Mistress had proven just how amazing they were by outwitting the greatest demon alive—Lucifer. The very entity they had made their Pact with. Of course, we weren't supposed to talk about their Pact, but all the sluts knew the truth. April's Gospel sanitized any mention of the truth behind Master's and Mistress's abilities. Not even Cindy knew.

She would though. Once we were married, she'd become a the newest slut, elevated to that august position, and privy to all the secrets. She was eagerly awaiting that day. And so was I. On our wedding night, Master had already promised that he and Mistress would spend it with us, fucking us the whole night through.

"Violet!"

I whirled and smile to see my lovely bride-to-be briskly walking to me in her maid's outfit. She was sixteen now, but would forever look like immature and fourteen, never aging like the rest of us thanks to the Zimmah bond.

"What?" I smiled, holding out my arms and sweeping my fiancee up into my embrace and kissing her cute face. My tongue ran across her braces—not needed, but Master loved them—as her hands slid down and squeezed my ass.

"No, wait!" she gasped, pushing away. "We need to talk."

"Oh, about what?"

"In private."

"Oh, we don't need privacy for that," I giggled. "I'm sure Tomoyo and Lillian won't mind watching us fuck like two cute minxes."

"Nope!" Lillian giggled.

"I would enjoy that," Tomoyo added.

"It's not that. Just c'mon, Violet."

I let my cute fiancee drag me out of the dining hall where our wedding reception would be held. It was the largest hall in the mansion, used for important events. It was going to be a grand affair. High Priestess Rose was officiating, Master and Mistress would bless us, and Bishop Kevin Mattock's stable of sexy girls would be the entertainment with his wife, Jessie, as the centerpiece.

"So what is it?" I asked, stroking her blonde tresses.

She took a deep breath. "Your mother is here."

I went cold. "No. She can't be here."

Cindy grabbed my hand and brought it up to her lips, kissing my knuckles. "She spoke to me. And she wants to apologize for what's she did to you."

"It's a trick," I gasped. "She wants to put me in the room again!"

"Shh, my love. We're in the mansion. The heart of the Theocracy's power. What could your mother possibly do to you here? You're one of the Holy Sluts. Only the Living Gods wield more power than you."

"I am a Holy Slut," I whispered. I took a deep breath. I had witnessed the Miracle. I had been with Master during Brandon's treacherous attack, and I had survived Armageddon in Bradley Park. I had survived the best the Devil could throw at Master. I could handle my mother.

Right?

Oh, why couldn't I have Alison's heedless courage?

"You don't have to see the bitch," Cindy hissed. "It's your choice."

My mother had been horrible, particularly after she caught me naked in bed with Summer, my mouth licking my girlfriend's pussy, her mouth licking mine. That day had been terrible, but there were times, many of them, where she had been a loving mother to me.

"Okay," I whispered. "You'll be there, right?"

"Of course. I'll make sure she won't hurt you."

I smiled, and kissed my fiancee.

Mother awaited us in our bedroom. I was trembling when we reached our apartments. A pair of bodyguards stood outside my door—they were everywhere in the mansion these days—and that reassured me. The bodyguards would die to protect me.

She stiffly sat on a chair, staring down at her hands clutched on her lap. She looked up, hope blossoming in her face framed by brown, shoulder-length hair. We looked a lot alike, though her nose was a little bigger. She dressed the same as always—conservatively. That was surprising. Had she missed Master's conditioning somehow? Was she one of the Denialist that had fled to the countryside to live in communes free of technology and Master's commands? If the war wasn't going on, Master would not have tolerated those compounds existence for so long.

"Violet," she said. "I ... It's good to see you."

"It's good to see me?" I shrieked, surprised at the sudden anger that rose inside me. This was the woman that locked me in the room with all the heat lamps to try and sweat the homosexuality out of me. "That's all you have to say?"

She flinched, shrinking in the chair like a scared, lost child.

How had I ever been afraid of this woman?

"I just ... wanted to wish you happiness on your upcoming nuptials," she whispered.

My jaw dropped. "You want to wish me happiness for marrying Cindy? You do know she's a woman, right? I thought you hated lesbians?"

"I ... I don't hate you," she said. "I just want to be your mother again. I love you, Violet."

"So you locked me in that room? That's how you show me your love?"

Her face broke; a sob escaped her lips, and tears gushed from her eyes. "I'm so sorry, baby-girl. I was confused. I thought I was helping you be normal."

"I was normal. What you did was abnormal."

She nodded. "It was. I'd do anything to make it right." She fell to her knees on the floor. "I've been living with regret ever since you went with him. This is all my fault. I didn't love you right. I let my own prejudices twist my love into something hateful."