Heir of Wolcott Manor
Copyright© 2025 by Carlos Santiago
Chapter 20: The Small Cog
Horror Sex Story: Chapter 20: The Small Cog - After his father's passing in 1822, Silas Wolcott returns home to discover he has inherited a fortune beyond necessity. However, soon, he must uncover the secrets of his House and bloodline. With the help of his stalwart butler, a seductive vampire, and his own intellect, Silas must navigate a power FAR greater than any of mortal comprehension.
Caution: This Horror Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Heterosexual Historical Alternate History Paranormal Vampires Cream Pie Halloween Royalty Violence
“An eternity of futile struggle — a penance for my unspeakable transgressions.”
— The Ancestor/Narrator (as portrayed by Wayne June), Darkest Dungeon, written by Chris Bourassa and Tyler Sigman, developed by Red Hook Studios. Directed by Chris Bourassa. Copyright © 2016 Red Hook Studios Inc. Originally released January 19, 2016.
Evening spread itself across Wolcott Manor in a hush of crimson and violet. The Connecticut weather might have allowed for a lovely sunset to console the house after all of the dramatics as of late.
The pale countenance and fevered eye of Silas Wolcott had deemed it necessary to summon Thomas to his study.
The butler came with haste but somehow made it effortless.
“Is Sophia hanging upside down as I asked, Thomas,” Silas asked slowly.
“Yes. I still do not understand why.”
“She is a vampire, Thomas,” Silas explained. “They are supernatural beings who are stronger, faster, and more durable than us humans. More than that, they are immortal. What I saw in the door revealed much about the greater paranormal.”
“Why hang her upside down?”
“So long as she is not stabbed in the heart or has her head removed, she should heal from most wounds done to her. Even when I slit the throat of Elizabeth, she might have lived if not for the door.”
“Then the being on the other side of the door is our ally?” Thomas wondered.
“No!” Silas exclaimed.
Thomas recoiled at such a declaration.
“It wishes us all dead and consumed for some greater, selfish cause,” Silas informed with a calmer voice. He shook his head and looked out toward the window. “No. Sophia may have turned on me over a misunderstanding, but she is no longer our ally, and the creature in the basement is most certainly our foe.”
“Then you regret going about this discovery? Like your father’s necromancy?” Thomas inquired.
“My father was misguided in his studies, and I was wrong to involve myself with the shadowy world of magic,” Silas admitted, free of pride, “but a candle of reason against the endless night has been gifted to me.”
“Oh?”
Though Thomas was curious, the flowery manner in which Silas spoke was giving cause for worry. Only in formal letters or in declarations was a man of means meant to speak in such a fashion. For Silas to use it in those important moments provided pause to the butler.
“I was wrong to pry at that damned door, Thomas. I am man enough to admit this,” Silas remarked. “I believed knowledge to know more would give me insight into some missing quality to my life. I gazed too deeply, but I have learned from my mistake, Thomas. We can do better.”
“You are not making much sense,” Thomas remarked. “You are saying you have been given a gift and how we can do better, but I do not see how.”
“There are far greater dangers behind that door, Thomas,” Silas whispered. He slowly raised his voice for the next portion. “What happened the other night is only the beginning for what might come to pass. We have been informed of our enemy’s intention.”
He motioned to the crown of black metal with seven spires.
“We can use the supernatural to prepare for this monster, Thomas.”
“How will we ensure that you will not fall into greater dangers like before with the learning?”
Silas sighed in remembrance of what was lost in the scuffle. He lifted up an envelope.
“The late Jonathan Pellham gave us that answer,” he remarked.
“Oh?”
“Who better to look for knowledge than a school?” Silas wondered.
“You believe Dreibruch will be able to assist in learning about this magical side of the world?”
Silas nodded.
“I believe Sophia’s blood will have some medical applications that could make Dreibruch more famous. If Dean Ashcombe agrees to meet with me, I will explain the more supernatural aspects of existence with him. He will know how to look at this quandary with the professionalism of an academic.”
“And if he is unwilling?” Thomas asked, hoping Silas would drop this line of thinking.
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