Episode 31: LILITH fLAIR

Lost in a bygone era! Life currently sucked ass!

Black Belt military combat training versus ancient Amazon fighting style bitch slaps, short lived but worth a shot. If razor sharp spears from all directions formed a cage you would give up fast too. Of course, you might not have a werewolf or a Minotaur on your side. A large portion of the warrior women on this Island somewhere in the Black Sea known as Arias headed down to the beaches. Ordered to prepare for battle with an armada of ancient Minoans. Their ordained mission to their Goddess Aria aka Lilith the first woman, or so it was written was gospel. Did anyone really know the facts of the matter? All of the ladies in association with Erin Parrish knew was that they walked right into as much trouble as they had left back in Belltower, Virginia. Now that they had no sigils, things were not going so well. How does one beat a witch as old as time itself?

“Run Brimley, run.” Erin called out to the poodle Cotton who darted about trying hard to escape being plucked up or impaled. Fortunately for everyone, they had backup, but truly, were even they enough?

“Intriguing!” Lilith spoke like thunder in their minds. “I sense more males upon my island. Where do these weak specimens hail from? No ships have landed on this island in years.” Lilith spoke from somewhere as if in an auditorium, the reverb trembling everyone’s balance and equilibrium. Captured easily Rosalita, Jana Stone, and Vivian DeVore could only hope their new bodies wouldn’t fade away as quickly as they were obtained.

Powerful magic indeed Rosalita thought, to be able to bring back the dead in such a manner, even more so, design a physical form for the astral bodies lost here while their true bodies were in use elsewhere, else when. Truth be known the reason for Truman and Vivian having a body at the moment was due more to their real bodies being inhabited in the farthest of futures. Eerie Barker and Angela Dare within Truman Porter’s shell doubled his potential, as did Vivian’s daughter Sara and son-in-law Abe. Once those bodies were discarded again their astral forms would reassume their ethereal state. Rosalita on the other hand was a mystery. Time itself was difficult enough to explain behaviors. All they knew was they needed to make the best of it until they became immaterial again. All in good time. Good A.D.!

Cotton with the spirit of Brimley Stone residing within him ran under the altar where small stone archways as supports were sturdy. To Brimley’s shock her dog was just dumb enough to not realize that there was a hole there and in its tiny size fell straight down into the darkness of what seemed like an abyss. Landing in water was the only thing saving the pooch. Swimming in pitch black Cotton managed to find dry rock and crawl out, shaking off his unfortunate bath.

Peering up at daylight as small as the hole was, he and she whimpered. Something, someone down here could relate. A feminine gasp of sensing she was not alone arriving from behind Cotton alerted Brimley to her roommate. Chains rattling only made things more terrifying.

“Who or what is down here with us Cotton? There has to be a way out of here if there’s another prisoner down here. One who is more than likely larger than Cotton.” Normally able to see in the dark this type of shadow seemed impossible to pierce. Fear of getting too close Brimley backed her pup up toward the water and could only hope someone came for her. Hearing a roar then a howl and the screams of warriors in battle Brimley Stone could only cross her paws for a victory. “I so wish I still had my telepathy. Please Dear Lord, keep Jana safe. Keep all of my friends safe.”

As if sensing her thoughts, the female in chains sat up rather quickly and reached a single hand out into the thin beam of light from above cast upon the rocks. Rocks covered in runes similar to that which Ewing Lambert wore upon her flesh back in Virginia. Eying the hand appearing as if pleading Cotton’s eyes could only see in black and white, however, by the tint of her skin this person was of a darker nature. Pulling her hand back into the shadows it returned holding a white feather that gave off a glow in what little sunlight was filtering down. “That feather is huge. What have I stumbled onto here? I’m afraid to get too close, for all I know I might get snatched up and Cotton eaten alive. Surely this woman must be hungry, that feather could be from yesterday’s meal of ostrich for all I know.” For now, Brimley kept her distance.

Up above Ian Flynn rebounded from wall to wall avoiding spears and clubs as if he were Spider-Man. Being a werewolf his strength was easily six men, his speed and agility canine and savage when pissed off. Right now, his new girlfriend and employee of the month was in mortal danger, possibly immortal danger, and nothing was going to stop him from saving her. Joining him was Sheriff’s Deputy Dreyfus Bodine, a newly acquired familiar belonging to the succubus witch Abigail Bloom.

Sent along to help them he was currently a full on 3000-pound black bull, massive horns with runes of their own engraved mystically into them. Those runes obviously protected him because as sharp as the spears were, they were not drawing blood, as a matter of fact the merest scratch healed as fast as they were inflicted. With the sunlight on his horns, it was almost as if he were collecting solar power to amplify his strength. Abigail Bloom certainly knew what she was crafting.

“Erin?” Vivian directed the bombshell blonde’s attention now that Ian had dispersed a number of her captors, allowing Erin to fight back again, “The Minoans have made landfall. They worship the Great Bull. As much as we need him you must send the familiar to the beach. If the Minoans see their symbol do battle it will rally their ambitions.”

“Not a bad idea. Hey, Ferdinand? You heard the Diva Druid. Head to the beach and show them a Mickey Gilley.” With a snort and a rampage through a gathering of warrior women Dreyfus raced down a path toward the beach. Anything was worth a shot. “Hey, Viv? The Minoans are the good guys, right?”

“I have no idea. I’m just trying to thin out the herd.”

“Wonderful! Where did Cotton go?”

“Mom ran under the altar and disappeared.” Jana wanted to go look for Cotton but was too afraid of being impaled if off on her own.

“Speaking of disappeared, I haven’t heard Lilith babbling in a while.” Erin punched a warrior with a glass jaw, and she went down like a box of Rockettes. Shaking her hand for circulation she dove into a roll between two more women and back up on her feet behind them. Truman obtaining a spear set out on a mission that made him laugh. His inner Baphomet was tempting him into killing more women. Just for the sake of the bloodshed. The more souls uplifted from their bodies the stronger the Baphomet would become. This was the purpose of the shrine.

“I smell something below us. It is not human.” Ian bit off an arm and flung it at another warrior then charged another, blood was flying every direction in his frenzy. Erin had never considered her new boyfriend’s dark side, only seeing his caring persona. His defending her was respectable but in watching him she worried over the first time they might ever have a domestic squabble. Hopefully Gemma stood with her when and if that day or night came. She knew he had mentioned the during a full moon that he had zero control. She prayed that wasn’t date night.

“Below us? Maybe that’s where Lilith is hanging out.”

“There’s a hole under the table.” Rosalita pointed, huddling with Jana and Vivian. “Perhaps Cotton fell into it.”

“He did.” Ian snarled! “I smell wet poodle.”

“Ladies? Find a way down there and see if we can rescue Brimley and Cotton. Be brave people!” In her battle Erin felt her necklace slipping from her inside her pussy where she had stuffed it like a drug lord’s mule. Reaching for the leather string attached to it she tried to pull it out when something completely unexpected happened. “What the hell?” A fire directly over her clitoris made her squeal, not out of pain but sudden pleasure. The more she tugged on the strap the more she nearly climaxed. “What are you doing to me Gemma?”

Forced to abandon the necklace she let it dangle between her legs in order to continue fighting. Inexplicably it seemed as if her speed and strength were doubling. Physically fit long before this sensation she found a surge of adrenalin that led her to dispatch four warriors just that fast. “Gemma just goosed me.” She told Ian, “I think I got my clit piercing without going to a tattoo shop.”

With the number of warriors dimming down Erin paused to peel up her clitoral hood as tightly as she could to look at her pearl. Sure, enough the blue stone had fused itself to that delectable body part, so deeply as a matter of fact that her pearl was now inside the stone itself, bonded forever. “Shit! I love you girlfriend, but don’t you think this is taking our relationship to the next level?” Oh, yes! Gemma was not going to let her bestie down. Especially here and now, where it all began.

“Who says a clit piercing desensitizes a gal. I feel like an orgasm without even touching myself. The necklace strap sizzled and burnt in half at the stone and fell to the rocks. Bending to pick it up she wrapped and tied it about her wrist. “Acessories Babe! Acessories!” Back to the battle.

Belltower Virginia, 21st century A.D.!

“The vibrations are getting worse.” Kyra Whimsey told Eerie and Angela Dare. “I feel one like every three minutes. I think half of the spirits in Briar Thorn cemetery have been sucked into Abigail’s pentagram fused to the cryptid.”

“Should we consult Agnes about the pentagram? She is Abigail’s grandmother. Perhaps her parents for advice.” Angela spoke through Truman Porter’s vocal cords. Spooky by itself but Kyra was used to that strangeness in living with Isabel and Rico, then Vienna and Rosalita. Even the boys at Souillon.

“Guys! Genevieve kept saying Darkey over and over with dread. If she was into magic too, that has to be a clue. I know there’s a so-called Darkevil which is kind of the Devil but not. The problem is I’m not convinced that she was alluding to it ... him ... horny guy.”

“She’s racist Kyra. Look what she did to my ancestors. We’re the Darkey’s.”

“I don’t think that’s it either, Eerie. It was her tone. It was more Darekey at times.” A sudden connection made; Kyra grabbed Truman by his medical smock to look up into his eyes. It was as if she could see both Eric and Angela, one within each pupil. “Angie? Your last name is Dare. Are you the key to this?”

“Me? That’s a stretch, don’t you think?”

“What if I’m right. I recall Erin telling me you were related to the colonists of Roanoke in North Carolina. The first-born baby in the America’s was Virginia Dare. You’re a Dare and you live in Virginia. You figure out the rest.”

“That’s just coincidence. My DNA is an 85% match to the Dare family but come on Kyra.” She made Truman look over at the unfolding Baphomet’s, both beasts still face-fucking the appointed ewes Felicia Wolfe and Ewing Lambert. The trauma of massive glowing dicks fueling themselves with the souls of the cemetery was heartbreaking. Even more the torture of Isabel and Vienna having to be captive on top of Felicia. “What’s with Isabel’s back tattoo? It’s glowing white. That’s a direct opposite of the Lambert psycho.”

“Our daughter is no psycho.”

“Vivian DeVore?” Eerie spoke up turning Truman’s head to see the old woman walking up. “I thought you were comatose or worse.”

“Wait! Vivian went with Erin into that trailer. Who is ... daughter she said. The Lambert’s?”

“We have to save our daughter. My mother set all of this into motion. An evil presence is leading her. If she went with your friends, she might have a darker motive. Mom went crazy living at Souillon, delving into things she shouldn’t have. She’s always been curious by the occult. Even when I was a kid, we had a goat. OH, MY GOD!”

“Try getting through to your daughter.” Kyra suggested! “If we can get her to resist the evil, we might slow things down.”

“We can try ... I ... oh, my lord! Her body is so contorted. The sex... “ Sara held her mother’s palm over her face as if tempted to vomit. “I thought she was a virgin still.”

“She might have been. Not now though.” Eerie pointed out the metal rod the two ewes were fucking like a double dildo, the runes upon it glowing red. “I think that battering ram is pivotal. If we can remove that, things could swing in our favor.”

“How though? The Baphomet’s won’t let us near it.”

“It’s too bad we can’t come up beneath it somehow. Catch them off guard.”

“Eerie? Angie? Consult, Agnes. Let me talk to Rico. Lambert’s you go deal with Linda Flair.” Blair! They were not happy with the name calling, yet the parents moved in next to Ewing, allowing mom to speak out and try to bring her baby back from whatever hell had a hold on her. Trying went on deaf ears, all they heard was Ewing moaning and suckling the goat as if starving for its milk. Man milk! The Baphomet of Lucas Ramsey seemed sad, its eyes sensing a connection with Sara Lambert’s voice. Maybe it was because of hearing her each time she paid a visit to her mother at Hatchmore Sanitarium where he worked prior to his possession. For a man once thought dead he was doing more fighting than Ewing herself. He was her GOAT TWO guy!

“Rico? Do you still have the ability to cast your astral body?”

“I don’t think so. All of our sigils crumbled. No cuffs, no binding to Izzy.” He showed her his bare wrist. “With Erin gone there went her Gemma too. Nothing to help feed us enough energy to fight.”

“Crap!” Scooby Ben walked up, Ben Parrish in control and fighting hard not to lose his soul to the pentagram vacuum. Kyra dropped to hug the dog. Obviously, she was over the bestiality sustained last night. It wasn’t poor Ben or Scooby Boo’s fault. “Any idea what’s with Izzy’s back where Willy nutted on her and tatted her for life?”

“It’s changed. The bleach stain look has become a second pentagram. No clue why! She nor Vienna can speak to me. Even worse, Kyra! My baby sister Serena, her soul is in the belly of the ewe. I can hear her crying as if alive.”

“Oh, God! That’s horrible. Why is she trapped there?”

“She must have crawled from her grave and attached to the first female she found. It’s all I have. In the chaos she went in blind. I mean, she died in mom’s womb, so she knew no different, right? Kyra? I’m afraid I’ll never meet my own child.”

“Hang in there, Buddy. Just try everything that comes to mind.”

“Si! We will win this night.”

“That’s the spirit.” Teeth gnashed, “Wrong choice of words.”

He understood.

Storm the beach before the storm storms you.

Minoan Captain Furius Reximus barked the order as over one-hundred longboats made land. Scattered about rather than one large cluster gave his seafaring soldiers a chance to catch their land legs before fighting for their lives against ... a woman? Ego left many of them lying dead upon the surf, bodies floating outwards as if to rejoin their seafaring fellows. Bullheaded all! Like they, the women upon this island had trained for battle since birth, trained for death since a final breath. They only knew success, to which ego might have also played its part.