Chapter 13

Lewis Zachary “Zach” Black

I worked with my maid Alanna to make the magical circle.

It was a tedious process.

I used a cement saw to cut grooves into the floor. I followed lines that I had snapped in place with a chalk plum line and the circle drawn in marker with a string compass. I worked slowly, breathing through a mask on my face to keep out the dust.

I had the cops keeping anyone from coming down into Sable’s dungeon so I could make the magic circle. Nisha oversaw it. I trusted her. She knew what I needed to do. Alanna was cleaning up the mess, a mask over her face, too.

In the corner of the room was a furnace for melting metals and a lot of gold to fill the magic circle, a pentagram, that I made. It would be ready in a few more hours. It was good to be able to work with my hands again.

I used to around the trailer, fixing things.

Simpler times before I embarked on this plan.

Ashtoreth

The circle was perfect. He heated the gold.

Here, he would sacrifice the unborn son that Moira carried in her womb. Such a crime dedicated to me would forever bind Zach to me. He would be my slave forever. The perfect instrument that would allow me to topple Moloch’s pawn.

To usurp that bloodthirsty god.

Maria Black

Lizzie drove the borrowed BMW while I sat in the backseat with the shade of Eleanor Swartzenburg, the woman who also married my husband. His other wife. The mother of his other son. She had lived the life of his riches while I had to struggle to scrap by raising his two children.

I put my arm around the shade. She was translucent, her soul bound to my son and on loan. Ostentatiously, she was with me to help me choose the appropriate style of suits for my son to wear since she came from wealth. His new genie would make the suits, enchanting them to make him more charismatic and appealing to the masses.

To the people he needed to save.

That wasn’t the real reason, though. I glanced at Lizzie driving up front. She was the new maid, here to assist me. I wanted to come alone, but I had no good excuse not to have her along. I could not arouse my son’s suspicion. He was acting so strangely.

The things he said to Savannah, his wife, were disturbing. Degrading. It wasn’t like him.

“What has you so afraid of Nisha?” I whispered to Eleanor.

The shade glanced at me and swallowed. Her eyes flicked to Lizzie who was driving and listening to some music. That modern stuff that just wasn’t great. The girl wasn’t paying attention. I wasn’t sure she could see the shade anyway.

“Nisha is?” she asked.

“The angel that advises my son,” I said. “You were glancing at something I couldn’t see. Where my son was looking at Nisha. Only he can see her, though you’re...”

“Dead.” Eleanor shuddered. “There was a presence there. She reminded me of Ashtaroth. That same ... aura. I know it well. She possessed my body, my soul chained to it. I was trapped as she used my son for her own ends.”

A chill ran over my skin as my stomach sank. Ashtaroth? “Do you think Ashtaroth has replaced Nisha? During the explosion?”

Eleanor nodded. She was with us when the bomb went off, but I didn’t find her with the other souls in your son. The women Ashtaroth sacrificed along with the FBI agents caught in the blast. If your son is listening to Ashtaroth...” She shuddered. “That would be horrifying.”

I nodded, trembling. What could I do? Who could I tell?

Moira.

I had to talk to my daughter when I had a chance. I was out, though. I couldn’t arouse my son’s or Ashtoreth’s suspicion. If she had replaced Nisha, then my son was listening to a demon. He trusted Nisha like no other.

Instead of acting, I had to go shopping.

Charles Swartzenburg II

I spent more time astral projecting since Lizzie left the prison. I could have replaced her with another woman, but I sensed my opportunity to act. I had to coordinate things. I followed the white BMW that held Zach’s mother.

And the shade of my mother.

Hearing that Ashtaroth had slipped her way into Zach’s confidence was terrifying. The way the demon treated me as her slave. The casual way she wielded fear as a weapon. My half-brother was an idiot for not noticing it.

It was frightening, but right now, I had to focus on saving my mother. Her soul was not bound with Zach’s mother. His pregnant mother. He had transgressed flesh and blood and bred her. That was a powerful thing to do.

The child of my enemy.

It was time to restore my mother to a body. All the pieces were out. I watched the car driving north to Seattle. They were heading to a high-end men’s store. A place where software executives shopped. Lots of tech companies operated out of Seattle. It was becoming a new Silicone Valley. Microsoft had always been here as had IBM, but now Amazon operated out of their own building in downtown.

My deputies who worked as prison guards at the jail were moving into place. Bubba Ducain had better not fail me. I just had to control my impatience. Even as a disembodied spirit, that was a difficult task.

The car drove north on I-5, approaching its destination.

Lewis Zachary “Zach” Black

The circle was done, but now I had to bless the gold before it was melted. I had the pile of bullion before me. The dust had settled. I pulled off my mask and unzipped the front of my jumpsuit. Already, Alanna had stripped naked, her perky tits jiggling. She was fourteen, her brown hair spilling around her shoulders. She breathed slowly, her reddish nipples hard. Juices dripped from her shaved twat.

Didn’t she have a bush when she joined? I bet Sable had her shave her cunt.

“I have to bless the gold,” I said. “Jerk me off.”

“Yes, my Lord,” Alanna said, worship and love in her eyes. Her mother was my high priestess spreading my religion to the local churches. I showed up at the worship orgies, fucking the wives of the new converts. Every young man was paired off with a young woman and wedded. During the orgies, they swapped wives, fucking them all and sharing them to unite them.

Outside of the orgies, the young men and women dressed soberly. Acted properly. Examples to others their ages.

Alanna hugged me from behind. Her perky tits felt amazing against my back. I loved the sensation. She gripped my cock and stroked up and down me. I savored the silky caress of her palm. It was a wonderful thing to experience. She stroked up and down my cock. She massaged me with her wonderful hand, my nuts twitching.

It was a wonderful thing to experience. I smiled from ear to ear at her stroking hand. It was just a glorious treat to have her jerking me off. My nuts twitched in her hand. I groaned, enjoying what she did to me. I swayed there, the pressure growing in my nuts.

She stroked me faster, purring, “My Lord, bless the gold.”

“Mmm, yes,” Nisha purred, watching me. She kneaded her big groups. “Let that slut stroke your cock. She’s just another worthless whore. She’s good for nothing but pleasuring you. All women are only good for that. You’re a man. You dominate.”

I frowned at that. Women were good for more than just the pleasure of their bodies, but Alanna was just a sex slave. A thing to be used. Her hand felt amazing sliding up and down my cock. I groaned as she fisted me, her palm massaging the crown of my dick.

Pleasure shot down me. I savored that delight as she jerked me off. Her body pressed tight against me. Her nipples stiff. Her boobs soft. I savored every second of her hand working up and down me. She would make me cum.

Just spurt all my jizz across the gold. The pressure swelled in my nuts. The ache built at the tip of my dick. Her hand flew up and down it. She rubbed her cheek into my shoulder blades. I groaned, the pressure twitching in my nuts.

“Oh, my Lord, cum on the gold and bless it,” she moaned, stroking my cock. “Just jizz on it.” I shuddered, savoring the grip of her hand.

“Just a whore like Susannah,” Nisha said. “Enjoy her. Savor her. Women are one of your rewards for being a great man.”

One of my rewards...

I savored my reward, enjoying that hand stroking up and down my cock. My nuts twitched with the force of her hand. She drove me wild with her hand. I grunted as she fisted me. I stared down at the gold, eager to cum on her.

“Oh, yes, yes, that’s it,” I groaned. “Fist me, whore.”

“Your whore, my Lord!” Alanna moaned with such dewy delight.

“Such a slut,” cooed Nisha.

I nodded, the hand stroking to the crown of my cock. The pressure burst.

I erupted.

My cum splattered the gold. The pleasure slammed through me. Stars flashed across my eyes. I loved this delight. It was so good to have all that ecstasy shooting through me. I splattered the gold with my jizz.

I loved painting the gold with my cum. Heat shot through me. It was incredible to have all that ecstasy washing through me. My heart pounded in my chest as I jizzed on them. It was an incredible moment.

“Fuck!” I groaned, painting the gold in my seed. My jizz ran over the precious metal.

Nisha shuddered and nodded as I erupted again and again. That sweet hand milked my cock. Alanna held me tight, squeezing out all the cum. The jizz dropped on it. I shuddered as the first stage of the blessing was done.

“Straddle the gold, slut,” I growled.

“Yes, Master!” gasped Alanna. She released my cock and darted around me. She licked my jizz off the back of her hand as she knelt over the gold, straddling it. She bent over, her pale ass begging to be spanked. To be reddened.