Don't Summon Me Pt. 16

Forty Three

My eyes fluttered open. Soft murmurs touched my senses as I tried to gather my thoughts. Memories flashed of pure bliss spilling and coiling around every cell of my body. Songs of moans drifted along my addled thoughts. The first thing I saw were bodies around me.

"He's awake," my mother said as she snuggled closer.

The murmurs stopped. Some bodies moved closer. Others stared with concerned eyes.

I blinked again before everything fell into focus.

My family was gathered on my large bed, or around it. They were barely clad in T-shirts or completely naked. Concerned eyes watched me as I slowly sat up.

I thought I would be weak, or tired, but instead I felt energized. It felt like I could run several marathons in a row. The chaos power within glowed with new strength. I looked around as my mother kissed my bare chest.

My family had gathered close, but it was Misty, Ivy, Lydia, and Lenore who were much closer. Beth, Theo, and Dana held back. Violet moved closer to the other side of my mother. My aunty reached over her sister and took hold of my cock, giving it a small stroke. Lily was on the other edge of the bed, eyeing me with a loving gaze.

I could feel all of them. I could feel their souls glowing brighter for me, with me.

"Gerald, that was amazing," Lydia said with a happy smile.

"I would have come here sooner if I knew you could do that," Aunty Misty smiled.

Aunty Ivy stared at me with wide eyes. When I looked at her, she looked away.

"Forgive me," she whispered.

I lifted an eyebrow. "Why ask for forgiveness?"

Ivy spoke as she looked down, "There have been others in the past who claimed to have gained great power and only use it as an excuse to fuck. I have always looked for actual power. I always wanted our family to be stronger, to know the ways of mystics and the dark gods. I... didn't believe you had that power. I was wrong."

I lifted my hand to her. She looked up at me with trembling eyes. She crawled forward, her gaze falling to my hard cock.

"Sit for a time as we talk," I said with a soothing voice.

My aunt crawled over me until her hips were over mine. She grabbed my cock and pushed the tip to her wet slit. She let out a small grunt, followed by a moan as she sank down an inch at a time. When she reached the hilt, she let out a long exhale.

I reached up and gently grabbed her breast. I squeezed it a little as my thumb massaged her erect nipple. She lifted her hips and inch before settling down on me. She moaned as I touched her. She squeezed me as I looked at her with loving eyes.

Everyone watched with small smiles. My mother looked at Aunty Ivy with a warm smile.

"Is this what you want?" I asked.

My aunty moaned, pleasure clouding her mind. She placed her hand over my hand on her breast. She held my hand tight as I caressed her hard nipple.

"I've always wanted this," she gasped.

Her hips slowly bounced on me. Wet inches appeared and disappeared between our connection. Even though I was weakened before, I felt much stronger. Indeed, my power had grown tenfold from one such exercise. It would grow more if I continued to push my own boundaries.

"Dear aunty," I said as strands of energy from within my hand slipped into her body.

Ivy let out a longer gasp, her eyes rolling into her head. I felt every pleasure point along her spirit and I caressed it. She rocked back up, humping my member. Her eyes rolled so far back, there was nothing left but the white of her eyes. She clutched my hand to her naked breast, upping the tempo.

The symphony of our bodies continued as she whimpered in bliss to my touch. Reality moved to my will. The dark gods truly blessed me and I would not fail them.

Ivy let out hard shudders before her body bucked. Her moans grew deeper as pleasure struck her like a tidal wave. Her whole soul tumbled through the river of bliss. She squirted hard as she humped my cock. She let out such a cry, the very gods could hear it. Heat flashed and she collapsed onto me.

I held her as her breathing grew ragged.

"I promise more," I whispered as my energy filled her weakened state.

Ivy opened her eyes. She sat up again and squeezed my cock with her tight pussy.

"You will have to earn your place in my court," I said with a soothing tone.

"I understand," she said with knowing eyes.

I smiled. "For now, you can be my first thrall. You will hunger for my black come, or my mother and Lily's black milk. It will nourish you for long periods. All you must do is surrender to me."

Aunty Ivy gave a small nod.

"I surrender," she whispered to me.

It was enough. My cock thickened as I willed my power into it. She let out a deep moan as her inner world parted a little more to me. I let out a small grunt, black seed spurting within her tight inner world.

My aunt let out a small scream as she touched clouds of paradise. Her eyes weakened. My black come leaked from our connection as her soul darkened. It now belonged to my power and she belonged to me. She would never betray me. She would always desire me. When she feels weak, she will seek out my cock, or my mother's black milk.

Dana and Beth moved onto the bed. They gently pulled my aunt from me. They helped her lay down on the bed, her lips moving, whispering my name.

My eager cousin Lydia looked at me. She could feel a chance at power and she wanted it. Instead, I held my hand out to Lenore.

The silent Lenore moved closer to me. She took my cock and rubbed the tip against her wet pussy. She was silent as she impaled herself on me.

My mind spoke of arcane words and rites. I could use her power to aid mine. I only needed to give her more control of it. For that, I changed my seed to give her that power and make her always loyal to me.

"I surrender," Lenore whispered.

I enjoyed her moving on my cock. So much so, I let time go by as everyone watched. She was not shy, silently taking every inch as I enjoyed the view. When the time came, my cock thickened and she moaned. Thick spurts of black seed flooded her thin inner world. Her eyes rolled into her head, new energies snaking through her body and into her mind. The dead around us grew silent, not by me, but by my beautiful Lenore. Her eyes gleamed with happiness; the voices were silent because she willed it. She passed out and was quickly held by others. They gently pulled her away from me and laid her down next to her mother.

Lydia bowed deeply, her eyes on my standing cock. Black seed dripped along the shaft and she licked her lips in anticipation.

"Cousin Lydia," I barely said before she nearly jumped on me.

"I surrender," she hissed as she jammed my cock into her slit.

Everyone present who was awake giggled and laughed as my cousin humped my cock. She bounced as wetness spilled from her slit. She was eager, moaning as she looked me in the eyes.

I lifted a hand and touched her cheek. She pushed her cheek into my palm as her hips moved up and down on my shaft.

"You will be my pet. Just like your mother, you will have to earn your way into my court. I will make you my plaything for my amusement. I will always want you happy," I whispered.

"I... surrender," she managed as she orgasmed.

I willed my orgasm to match hers. As her nerves were blasted to glass, black seed spurted into her tight cunt. She rode me as energies coiled around her soul. She let out a happy laugh as she passed out.

Hands took hold of her and pulled her off. They gently laid her down beside her mother and sister.

My aunty Misty looked at me with warm, loving eyes.

"I will bring him back for you," I said with a warm tone.

"I know you will," she smiled as she crawled toward me.

My aunt's blonde hair was down. Her shapely body moved like a caged tiger as she approached me on all fours. But her loving personality made her glow with light in my supernatural gaze. She was as warm as a summer's pond. I wanted to bask in her waters.

Instead of sitting on me, she moved to my other side. She snuggled close, her hand on my cock. She stroked me as she looked at me with an impish gaze.

I had my mother on one side, and my bubbly aunt on the other. I held them to me and a warmth washed over my body. I stared at my aunt as she looked at me with blissful eyes.

"Even when my Franklin comes back, I will still need my special nephew."

"I will always be there for you," I smiled as she let out a happy laugh.

"Maybe we can make an exception and allow Misty into our coven," my mother whispered in my ear. "She has shown to always be loyal, even when times were dark."

"Oh, you don't have to. I'm happy being one of your sex slaves," Misty said as she gave my cock a playful squeeze.

I couldn't hide the love in my eyes. Aunty Misty was always happy, even in her grief. She was made of sunshine and flowers. When she lost her son, she always remained bright, even with tears in her eyes.

I gently rolled and pushed my body against my aunt's body. She rolled onto her back as I was over her. Her eyes softened as I looked down on her with demonic eyes. I lowered my head and licked at her erect nipple.

A moan rose up as she looked at me with sultry eyes.

"When this world tips into darkness, I will have a need for a bright soul to calm many storms. I will need a disciple to teach about the warmth in the dark. I will need a priestess to teach the new world how to properly love in a new age," I said darkly.

"I will do anything you ask... because I love you," she said with such honesty, I was stunned.

My aunt continued with soft, sultry eyes, "You know when you love someone. The spark is always there. You can't hide it. You just know.

"I felt that spark with you. When you became a man, I dreamed of you. I love my son, but I love you too," she smiled.

I moved my hips, the tip of my cock touching her quivering slit.

"I will earn my way, just like everyone else in this new, dark horizon," she said with a sultry smile.

My hips pushed, thick inches sinking into my loving aunt. She turned her head to the side, exposing her neck to me. She closed her eyes as my cock pushed into her tight, sacred inner world.

"More," my aunt moaned and more I gave her.

When I reached the hilt, her body betrayed her. She writhed against me, her moans growing louder.

"Fuck her, Gerald," Aunty Violet set with wide eyes and a lick of her lips.

My hips moved like a steam engine, pushing deep and pulling back with long strokes. Her upper body arched. I licked at her standing nipple. Her hands grasped at the blankets as her legs helped to push herself against my repeated invasions.

I never thought anyone could be as good and dark as my Aunt Misty. Maybe I could allow her to be part of the blood coven? No, I wanted her to work for it. I wanted to see how far her depraved mind would go.

I increased the tempo, pounding my hips into her inner thighs. She moaned for more as I punished her. She moaned my name and I thrusted harder. Her body warmed as my cock stabbed her tender valley. She opened her eyes filled with love. I thrusted with dark, lustful intentions.

We orgasmed together. Her nerves exploded into magical fireworks as my black come flooded her thin inner world. My will surged into her and she willingly took it in.

I slid my cock from her and sat, my arm on my knee. My aunt sat up and rubbed her clit with one hand. She moved her closer and kissed my cheek.

"My special nephew," she said.

I was astonished. She didn't pass out like the others.

"Your Nana gave me some tips long ago. She is such a wonderful woman. I will gladly worship you, her, and everyone else," my aunt winked.

I couldn't hold back my laughter.

Bodies moved closer and hands touched me. I looked at my family as they smiled at me. We were one and on the cusp of changing the world, but we could wait until tomorrow to talk about plans. For tonight, I was still eager and hungry.

Clones of me appeared all along the immense bed.

"I'm hungry," I said as every version of me descended on everyone present like ravenous demons in the night.

Forty Four

Dim light filled the room. I stood before a small, waist high table. My mother was to my right, her eyes gleaming with interest. Beth stood on the other side of the table, wearing a short black skirt and loose top.

I looked down at the table. There was a silver tray, a small pair of bolt cutters, and a leather sack with small runes stitched into it.

The mood was solemn, not because of what I was going to do in a moment, but knowing what needed to come next.

"Is everything set?" I asked as I rolled up my sleeve. I didn't want to get blood on it.

Beth nodded. "Bags are packed and security details are on standby."

My sister looked down as she continued, "Their hearts are breaking that they have to leave, but everyone understands."

I nodded and smiled. "I know you want to go with them, but I need you here. If this plan is going to work, you are crucial to its success."

Beth nodded once, her gaze still low.

I looked at both Beth and my mother with warm eyes. "Once we accomplish what we set out to do, there will be plenty of time for us to be together."

"There have been some reports," Beth began.

I held up my hand and kept my smile. "We are not going to worry about threats right now. The plan is set. After this final piece, everything will be set into motion."

I picked up the small bolt cutters. I raised them to my other hand. I lowered my hand to hover over the metal tray.

A sense of wonder and awe filled my eyes. I could use my chaos song to change reality? I could use it to stop pain from moving along my nerves? But what is a grand future without some kind of sacrifice.

Without another word or thought, I put my pointer finger within the sharp inner sides of the bolt cutter and clamped it close. The pain was succulent as my pointer finger fell onto the silver tray, blood dripping from the stump.

I didn't want to dwell too long at this moment, so I chopped off another finger, and another one after the other. When I was finished, my hand shook from the agonizing pain as blood dripped from four stumps. On the tray, four fingers laid out like a scene in a gory horror movie.

"Now... Beth," I said as I committed the pain to my memory. I had it easy for far too long and I needed to know pain to understand what was to come.

My sister reached across the small table and touched the arm of my bleeding stumps. Healing energy glowed as it flowed up into my hand. From the four stumps, new bone grew, followed by tiny muscles and elongating veins. Skin was last to grow back over my new fingers.

When it was done, the pain vanished. I flexed my healed hand before I looked down on my previous fingers on the tray. Beth picked up each finger and placed them in the leather sack. When she was finished, she pulled the small leather strap, cinching it closed. She then picked it up and cradled it to the side of her bosom with dreamy eyes.

"It will be okay. It will be all okay," I said with a warm smile.

Beth nodded and turned. I watched my sister leave with the sack. I could feel her tears as she exited the room and closed the door behind her.

My mother stepped closer to me, her gaze reading my soul.

"This will be a glorious time for our family and for our dark gods. Draygon will be pleased as the tide turns," she said as she gently touched my chin and moved my gaze to meet hers. "But in my heart, there are no words to describe how much I will miss you."

I looked down as she put her arms around me, her face close to mine.

"Mom, I have questions," I whispered.

"Then we shall talk, in our bedchamber," she said with loving warmth.

My mother took my hand into hers. She led me to the door, opened it, and we stepped out. We walked side by side, hand in hand. We turned corners until we reached our wing. We made our way to the double doors at the end. We each took a handle and opened both doors at the same time. We stepped in and closed the doors shut behind us.

The bedchamber was warm and dark. A single lamp glowed behind a pillared corner. My eyes adjusted quickly as mother brought me to the end of the immense canopy bed. She turned and looked at me with loving and hungry eyes.

I looked at her as a memory caressed my heart.

"Mom, change into the size and height you were when I brought you back."

My mother nodded. A blink later, her whole body grew. She became seven-feet-tall once more. Her warm cleavage was at face level, and I had to admit to myself, I did like her like this. It reminded me of when I brought her back from the Dreamlands. She hadn't regained all of herself just yet. Her size would also help me remember the questions I always had lingering in the back of my mind.

Rose took hold of her silky white dress and pulled it down from her shoulders. It slipped down her porcelain white skin, over her large breasts and down her hourglass form. It puddled at her feet as she looked at me with longing eyes.

I undressed slowly. My gaze was trapped on her beauty, but questions still swirled along my mind and spirit. We were entering a dangerous time and I needed one last night with her until this was all over.

When I was naked, my cock was standing under its own power as I touched her hips.

"I love your touch," my mother whispered as she closed her eyes in sultry delight.

I simply nodded as my hand took hers and we crawled onto the large bed.

When we reached our pillows, we laid down on our sides face to face. We touched each other's bodies, but our eyes spoke to each other before our words.

"Gerald, you know why I told you not to summon me back from the Dreamlands?" she whispered.

"You worried about something we already knew and felt about each other. You didn't want me to summon you because you were afraid of us and what it would lead to."

I grinned. "It led us to this moment and beyond. We are going to change the world for our dark gods. For us and our families."

"It was the last drop of innocence I had as I died," my mother admitted. "Our family for generations were gifted with visions and arcane seductions. We all saw what would come with our desires. We knew, once the bonds were made, there would be no laws to stop our growing power."

I slowly blinked, enjoying the warm touch of her hands on me. I basked in touching her body close to mine.

"I must ask, why didn't father answer the call? You knew him best. He was never a coward or a charlatan. Why didn't he, or any of the powerful members of our family, follow through and shift the balance?"

My mother let out a soft sigh.

"I never truly knew what dwelt in the deepest parts of their minds and hearts. I only can only say this from what I learned from my resurrection, they feared the dark gods would devour everything, even their chosen, when the time came."

I stared at her with knowing eyes. She was right. In a sense, I understood their fears too. There was nothing to stop our dark gods from devouring us when the balance was shifted to the dark. They feared stepping over the line would destroy us.

I began to chuckle, and soon laughed.

They were foolish and weak. Like children scared of the dark. My power had shown me the truth. They needed us. What good is a dead world to those who feed on faith? The dark gods needed us as much as we needed them. It was symbiosis. The weak fear the end. The strong look beyond the end. They seek the future and beyond. Death was an obstacle to make us greater. Why wallow in the end, when we could live every moment like it was our last!

I have a path to godhood. We all have a path to godhood. I made my decision and I never regretted it. I would lead us into a new world of faith, knowledge, and darkness. It wasn't so simple as to shift the balance. That was only the first step into a grand scheme. My family, my coven, will be the first to become new deities of this world, or many others. I will become more. I will reshape this world to a greater faith.

"You understand," my mother said with dreadful love in her eyes.

I simply nodded as I partially sat up. I put my arm on my knee as I looked upon my voluptuous high priestess.

My mother took hold of my hard cock and began to stroke it. Black milk leaked from her nipples as her eyes gleamed with demonic intent.

"I want us to enjoy this moment," I smiled.

"I have you all to myself," my mother licked her lips.

I touched her neck before I took a firm hold. I brought her head closer and our lips met. Tongues slipped and danced within our mouths. Her taste was like a loving memory. I pushed my body to hers and we writhed like serpents. She curled her leg over me and pulled me closer. I moved my hips, the head of my cock touching her leaking slit.

Our lips pulled apart as my cock slowly sank into her. She pressed her forehead to mine, a breathy sigh spilling from her parted mouth.

"You always feel so good. Every time you stretch my pussy, I always want more," she gasped.

I pushed my body against hers until she was on her back. I licked at a leaking nipple as my hips worked. She was so soft, warm, and wet. My mind touched her mind. I could feel us together. She whispered how good I felt. How forceful and loving each time was. How she dreamed and smiled as I needed her.

"I always need you, my son," my mother moaned.

"I always need you, Mom," I said as I drove my hips harder between her creamy thighs.

Our bodies undulated to heated needs, urges, and desires.

"I dreamed of this, of us. A life of bliss and pleasure," she moaned loudly.

"I... always dreamed of this," I said as memories flashed with memories.

I saw my mother in flashes of love. She was smiling, loving. I also saw dark memories of her slowly dying at home and in the hospital. I held her hand as she passed. I professed my love to a corpse. I dwelled in shadow. I sought out knowledge, and when I found it, I used it to bring her back. It was all a poetic need for a life beyond death and acceptance.

"I know. I know Gerald," my mother moaned. "I told you not to summon me back because... I feared you would reject me. I was foolish as I died. How could I ever dream of you turning away what we have," she seethed with hungry eyes.

Pleasure filled my entire body as I fucked my mother slowly. She gasped and cooed. I licked black milk from her leaking nipples. She grabbed my hips and upped the tempo. We stared into each other's eyes as our bodies moved to our natural rhythm. One of her hands let go of my hip and she smoothed it over her stomach until she touched her clit. There, her fingers massaged her pearl as I fucked her hard and deep.

"I always thought about you, imagining you crawling into my bed. Your hungry needs would spread my legs and fuck me until you spilled your seed. I saw horror in your eyes and I would soothe those fears. I would lay your down and suck on that delicious cock. The harder you were, the happier I would be. Oooo Gerald... I'm coming," my mother moaned like she was going to fall away from me.

I thrusted deep, slowing down as her eyes rolled into her head. She shuddered hard as her head fell onto the pillow. She turned away with fluttering eyes lost in pleasure.

I dove into her mind and body, my ethereal limbs holding her close as her nerves exploded into streams of supernovae. Even in the deepest of pleasure's embrace, her love glowed like a sun. I felt our bond. It was deeper than any ocean.

I was pulled back into my body as pressure touched my every sense. Seeing her in the throes of passion, I lost all my control. My cock thickened and she moaned for more. I groaned as my soul spurted into her tight inner world. I couldn't stop it as rope after rope of my seed flooded her. Our souls mingled as our connection leaked.

A daze struck me as my hips moved of their own accord. My mother squeezed me, milking my cock. I couldn't wilt if I wanted to. I was so turned on, I only moaned. Her body turned and then I found myself on my back.

"I love when you stay hard," my mother whispered as her hips moved up and down on my iron-hard cock.

There was no pain as I looked up at her. A madness has taken hold. Black milk leaked from her nipples. Her hips moved with power as her inner world held me like a vice.

"You will be in my dreams," my mother said as she slammed down her hips on mine.

I watched as her hands grabbed at her larger than full breasts. She licked her lips as she began to bounce on my manhood. She looked down on me with such loving fury, I felt like I was getting close again.

"When we come back... when I come back... I demand to be your first," she said with glowing eyes.

"You will always be my first, and my last," I said with a warm tone. "I will fuck you until you beg me to stop. I will punish you with my urges and my love. I will come on your tits. I will come on your face. I will make you suck down my seed before our family, so they know what to expect in our new life."

"Yes... YES!" my mother shouted as she bounced on me.

She let out a seething exhale as her body shuddered hard. I grabbed at her tit and pulled her to me. She flopped forward as her hips continued to ride my manhood. I sucked on her leaking tit as shockwaves of orgasms flooded her whole being. Power welled up and my cock thickened. She rode the flood of bliss and emotions. Her mouth made a perfect oval as I stretched her inner world and spurted my love into her.

I held her wet nipple between my teeth as she moaned. We orgasmed together, lost to spirals of bliss and ecstasy.

When the embers glowed from our receding orgasms, I let go of her tit. She gasped for air before she collapsed on me. We took in heavy breaths as our bodies glowed with heat.

I couldn't believe I was still hard. My mother rose up after a time. She looked at me with naughty eyes.

"Horny boys always need to be milked," she smiled.

She slid down my body. Black milk dripped down my body as my cock slipped from her. Her head reached my inner thighs, my cock standing up before her, wet with come and honey.

"I love taking care of you," she smiled before she closed her plump lips on my wet cock and began sucking.

I laid there, watching my supernatural mother sucking on my manhood. She moaned in her throat as she tried to pull more of my seed from my loins.

"You're such a good mom," I said softly as her lips ran up and down my still hard cock.

Forty Five

My eyes slowly opened as I stirred from deep sleep. My hand was stretched out on the bed to no one beside me.

I gently sat up, blinking away the fog across my senses. There was a growing hunger, and my bed was empty. It had been empty for three days and I found the feeling a little disconcerting.

I couldn't remember beyond tonight ever being alone in my bed. There was some peaceful solace but my hunger and urges did not seem to like it at all.

I crawled to the side of the bed, sat, and put my feet down on the cold marble floor. I grabbed my robe off a peg on the canopy bed post. I put it on and loosely tied it closed.

My thoughts went to Aunty Misty. I'm sure she would love a late-night visit. I made my way to the door and opened it.

My mind stretched out beyond my body as my senses sharpened. I could sense some of the castle staff. I could feel some of the relatives who stayed behind. My heart missed everyone who left that fateful night. Dana and Theo left first, followed by Aunty Violet and Victoria. My mother and Aunty Lily were last to leave, the pair giving me many kisses before they left through the front door. Beth stayed behind. I was surprised she wasn't in my bed with me. I needed my sister here but I think she felt a little helpless. She wanted to go for the glory of our future. Maybe she needed some time to herself to adjust to what was needed?

I made my way a little more along the corridor. I felt my Aunt Ivy and cousin Lydia's minds. I smiled as the pair grew closer, tripping out to music. They were feeling free and I was very happy for them.

I passed Lenore's door, and then took a step back. My mind touched hers and I could feel her peace. I helped her by giving her the power to control the whispers, and perhaps more. Since that fateful night, she slept like the dead. The relief was monumental to her, and I think she was beyond happy.

Her mind stirred to a dream. I took a glimpse in and saw a version of me. She was dreaming of me, and that thought tantalized me more than anything.

I stepped to her door and slowly opened it. Inside, the room was dark. I used my power to enhance my vision and I saw my lovely cousin. She was covered by a quilt, laying on her stomach.

I remembered how she offered herself to me. How she told me I could come for her, whether awake or asleep. I enjoyed the opportunity to take what I wanted.

I closed the door, and like a monster in the dark, I moved to the side of her bed. I let my robe slip off my body as my cock thickened further. I lifted the blanket and slipped in next to her.

Lenore didn't stir. She was in a deep sleep. My hands were on her, touching her warm skin. She was naked except for her underwear. When my hand slid between her parted thighs, I could feel her wet panties. My eyes gleamed as I was over her and pulled her underwear down to her ankles and slipped them off.

The demonic hunger grew louder. I slipped my hands down her round ass and touched such warm wetness. I lifted my fingers to my lips and licked them. Her taste caused my inner demons to growl for more. Before I knew it, my cock was sinking into her tight pink flesh.

I was over her, sinking deeper. She barely stirred as my hips moved. I felt her growing wetter to me. She instinctually squeezed me as I slowly found my tempo. I kept my slow rhythm as a small moan spilled from her parted lips. I kept thrusting a little harder and deeper. Her eyes fluttered open and rolled back into her head. My mind touched her and pleasure swamped her whole spirit. She raised her ass up to me and I took full advantage. Her moans grew louder the more I fucked her. When her eyes rolled back, she turned her head a little and looked at me with a dark gleam in her eye.

"You feel so good," Lenore moaned as I thrusted deeper.

My hips smacked against her firm ass. I watched as she grabbed at the bedsheets and buried her face in the pillow. She moaned as the sounds of our union grew. Her scent was like lilies on the wind. Her body shuddered hard as her ass bucked against me. I could feel her orgasms as pleasure painted every nerve. I was so hungry for release I couldn't hold back anymore. My cock thickened and she let out a muffled scream.

Ecstasy caused me to moan as thick ropes flooded her tight cunt. I pulled out and spurted again, a thick rope of come painting down her spine, reaching her bubble butt. I stroked myself, more come splashing against her ass and dripping pussy. Weakness filled me and I fell on her.

My eyes blinked slowly as she held my hand. She writhed under me and I was still hard.

"Thank you, Gerald. I needed you," she whispered.

"I will never deny you, my beautiful Lenore," I whispered back to her.

"I," she began before her eyes closed.

I rose up, my own come wet against my stomach. I smiled knowing she had fallen asleep again.

I slipped out of bed and grabbed my robe. I was still hard, but I knew she was treasuring her rest. I put my robe on, but didn't close it. I left her room and made my way back to my room.

I felt lighter, but I was still hungry for more. When I passed my aunt and cousin's room, the door was open and the room empty.

I mentally searched and detected my high aunt and cousin in my very bed. I walked to my room, slipped in, and closed the door behind me.

Aunty Ivy and Lydia were in my bed, talking about strange things with very awake eyes. It seemed they had been mixing their drugs again, not that I minded at all. They were enjoying themselves.

The pair turned to me as I reached the bed. I could see the hunger in their eyes as I barely took my robe off. I put it on the peg when suddenly Lydia's lips wrapped around my cock and she began sucking.

I looked down to see Lydia laying on the bed and sucking my cock from the edge. Her lips and teeth hungrily sucked on thick inches. I couldn't stop such a display of horny needs.

"We keep talking about that night," my aunt said, referring to when I had split versions of myself.

"It was a lovely night," I said as lips moved up and down my manhood.

Aunty Ivy was only partially covered by the blanket. Her large naked tits were out for all to see. She cupped them as she looked at me with wide, hungry eyes.

I was rooted to the spot as my cousin continued to suck harder.

"We also talk about you," my aunty said as one hand let go of her breast and snaked down under the blanket.

I watched her as she massaged her clit just beyond my sight. She leaned back and watched us, her hand moving under the red blanket. Her lips parted to deepening moans as she watched her daughter suck my veiny erection.

"You... cured Lenore," Ivy panted as she rubbed herself faster. "We wondered what else you could do?"

I smirked as I knew what she was alluding to. My aunty always wanted power, and so did her daughter Lydia. They were hungry for more and when they felt my power, they wanted more. They were enthralled to me, but that would not stop their desires for more.

My power spiked as bliss moved along my cock.

My aunty was so focused on us, she stopped everything she was doing as another naked version of me moved to her side. I licked her breast down to her nipple as she let out a deep exhale. My hand slipped under the blanket and down to her dripping wet pussy. I pushed her hand away as I took over, massaging her pulsating clit. She gasped as I made gentle swirls with medium pressure. Her breathing deepened as my naked body was against her, my cock throbbing against her outer thigh.

"If we are being honest with what we want, I want to hear more from you," I said in a low, knowing tone.

My aunt's breathing quickened as I upped the tempo a little. Her cheeks and chest were flushed pink as she was paralyzed with lust.

I moved my lips to her ear as I rubbed her pearl a little harder. "Aunty, I love you. You, Lydia, and Lenore are special to me. My family is important, but let's not forget, you belong to me."

"Yes... Master," she whispered as her eyes fluttered.

I looked over and felt my other self. Lydia's cock sucking was very good, bringing me close to brink, but I had other plans.

I pulled my cock from Lydia's hungry mouth. I grabbed her and turned her around. I grabbed her hips as she looked at me and her mother further up on the bed. All our eyes connected as my original-self lifted Lydia's hips up and I pushed my cock into her dripping slit.

I continued to rub my aunt's clit as we watched me fucking her daughter. Lydia's eyes rolled into her head as my hips smacked into her ass.

"As my thralls, and my family, I will fuck you any way I want, when I want. You wanted to be part of this and I love you for joining me but I will still have you on your knees, or bent over."

My aunt's eyes rolled into her head as her breathing quickened

"Your daughter feels so good and tight. She makes me very hard, knowing I can push into her anytime I want," I hissed.

Ivy moaned as I felt her getting closer to climax.

"This is how my dad treated you, isn't it?"

"Yes," Ivy moaned. "He always needed to be in... power. He used to fuck me, telling me I was his. He... would slap me, hold me down. I... loved it."

My aunt let out a louder moan before she shuddered hard. Her hips bucked to my swirls as her head fell back into the pillows. She trembled like a leaf as I milked her orgasm with slow swirls along her throbbing clit.

"He's... been gone so long... I forgot his touch," my aunt heaved as pleasure washed over her soul.

"Do you miss him?" I asked as I still massaged her pulsing clit.

"Not anymore," she said with heavy breath. "I love your touch, Gerald. I love your cock. I need you. You take away that lost feeling."

I moved over her. Wetness dripped from her slit as I pressed my cockhead to it. I rubbed it against her before I pushed in. She moaned and squeezed me as I slowly began to fuck her.

Aunty Ivy trembled and moaned as I pushed in between her thick thighs. The pink glow was still there as her green hair was splayed over the comfortable pillows. She surrendered as I grabbed her wrists and held her down. Her eyes closed and her moans soothed my hungry spirit.

"Nephew, I will earn my way. I promise," she whispered.

"I promise," Lydia moaned as I was also in her at the same time.

Both versions of me continued with our private party. They felt warm to our flesh. Their touch was like silk. Their moans were like ambrosia to our ears. The scent of their bodies filled our noses as our hips punished them between their thighs and behind.

"Master... I'm coming again," my aunt whined.

I ignored her, letting our bodies continue with our lustful symphony.

Ivy's lips parted wider as her eyes rolled into her head. Once again, she let out loud moans as her body trembled to my hungry thrusts.

She, they, liked this. They craved power but enjoyed being played with. It was something I understood when my mother was hungry and I complied. All of us in the Umbra Clan loved the seductive back and forth of power, but from what my aunt said, I think my father liked it only one way, his way.

I decided to put it to the test. If I weakened, they would turn and enjoy the embrace of power. Their minds would further open to me and I would truly know what they wanted. It was a way to be sure.

"Aunty," I said weakly as I let go of her wrists.

Her eyes rolled back and she looked at me with concerned eyes.

"I feel like I'm getting weaker," I lied as I slowed my thrusts.

Her hands went to my sides. One moved to my ass, keeping me to the tempo. She looked at me with concern and heat.

My other me let out a long groan. My cock thickened and I spurted into my cousin's tight slit. She lifted her head as she moaned. My muscles weakened as pleasure struck me like a glowing hammer. She milked my cock until my arms and legs trembled. My cousin pulled from me and turned around. She gently grabbed me and pulled me onto the bed next to her.

My aunt kept looking at me as I was weakening.

"I've used... too much... of my power," I moaned as my cock thickened.

"It's okay," she said as she pulled me on top of her.

Her hand kept moving my ass as I groaned. I pushed deep as thick seed flooded her inner world.

"You're okay," she said as she ran her fingers through my hair. Her other hand squeezed my ass cheek.

"I'm still getting used to my power," I said as I felt her mind.

A small shock filled her as concern bled through her senses. She held me close as she looked at me.

"We can stop," she said and I instantly saw what I loved about her and all the important people in my coven and family.

They may crave and desire things like anyone else, but when someone is weakened, they don't take advantage. I searched her mind, trying to see if she would use this moment to her advantage in some way. Yet, all I saw and felt from her was undisguised love and affection.

My cousin stroked my still hard cock as she looked at me. I could feel her concern but she could not defy her lust for me even now. Her thoughts were filled with mounting me in a hope our fucking would make us all feel better. I loved that she couldn't fight her urges any more than I could.

"I don't want to stop. You feel really good," I said in a low tone, my hips moving a little because I was still hard.

My aunty gave me her best loving smile. The kind of smile I always remembered every time I saw her.

"It's alright," she said as she hugged me close. "You know you can keep fucking me. I know you're always horny, and men like you need to be milked properly."

She squeezed me as my hips moved a little more.

I searched their minds and no deception could be found. They were hungry for power, but once they drank my black seed, they accepted their fate in our family.

They belonged to me now.

"I love how tight you are," I said as I upped the tempo.

"I love your cock. It feels so good," my aunt cooed.

My cousin pushed me onto my back. She brought her knee over my hips. She gently grabbed my cock and stroked it, the head against her slit. She gave me a devilish smile as she impaled herself on me.

"Tell me about the parties," I said as my hips thrusted with slow, deep power.

My aunt smiled as happy memories filled her bliss filled mind. She moaned as my cock rubbed her just the way she liked it.

"Violet must have told you how they were. We were free with our bodies," my aunty said as she squeezed me.

I listened as she told me how they would go on for many nights. The orgies were non-stop. There was no taboo. There were no rules except to be respectful if someone needed a break. She sometimes stopped talking and moaned as my dick grew harder.

My cousin upped the tempo as I sucked on her tit. She looked down on me with love in her eyes as her hips moved up and down on our snug connection.

We all listened to Ivy as she moaned and told us how our family was. It was nice to hear and enjoy. I felt a threat in the back of my mind, but for now, it was nice to hear about the lustful tales of our family coming together to fuck each other. It seemed those parties died some years ago, a few years after my father vanished. It seemed to me, I needed to restore our family to its former glory, and take on the mantle of leadership to make us whole again.

The version of me under my cousin Lydia let go of her nipple and looked up into her loving gaze.

"What is power to you?" I whispered.

She lowered herself onto me, her lips close to my ear.

"To be who I want. To not be in the shadow of my mother. To be different and powerful," she whispered.

Both of me nodded. My cocks grew thicker. My aunt stopped talking as she was close to orgasm. My cousin moaned as she felt me grow larger.

I used my power, and when the moment came, black seed spurted into both women. They cried out as orgasms lashed at their souls, but afterwards, a haze filled them as they basked in the dreamy glow of wicked delight.

Forty Six

I stared at the mystic symbol made of salt and chalk. Arcane symbols were crafted inside and outside it. My heart beat steady as I ensured every symbol was perfect.

I could feel the two other souls in the chamber. Beth was hovering near me. My aunt Misty was sitting on a small sofa, her gaze to the side.

I could feel her apprehension. She spent years building herself back up after Franklin's death. The pain and heartache must have been a terrible, dark place. A dark place she masked with bright smiles and endless fun. I felt for her, in a way. My pain was different from hers. She tried to forget, while I wallowed in it.

I looked to the side. Memories washed on the shores of my mind of that night. A night where the torture of selfish love moved me to use the dreaded Book of Nyght. I used it to summon my mother from the Dreamlands. She came back and my entire life changed. All our lives changed. I'm just not sure it was for the better.

A realization flowed over my mind and heart. There was a point in my life where I was good. It didn't matter what our family was a part of, or did, I tried to be helpful, loyal, and kind. It feels like a dream sometimes. Even after the resurrections, we tried to do some good amid all the sex, blood, and murder. Aunty Violet and Theo healed their stormy relationship. I discovered Beth is my half-sister. Dana felt seen and loved. Nana was able to reunite with her dead daughters again. My Aunty Ivy and Lydia gained the power they sought for so long. My beautiful cousin Lenore gained the power to silence the dead and bring peace back to her spirit. All of this wouldn't have happened if I didn't selfishly bring back my mother from the dead.

A dread pulled at my soul. The murders were not lost on me. We killed and tortured others. We sacrificed many to open dark rifts. Our plan has been in motion for a time and I couldn't stop it if I wanted to. If I did stop it, we would all be hunted and killed without a second thought. There would be no forgiveness. We would be slaughtered for the dark things we are. Soon, the balance of light and dark will tip to the dark side. It will give our gods an edge, disrupting the balance forever.

I slowly blinked. I know I have given myself over to that darkness. I have become the villain of everyone else's story. I thought I would be proud. Instead, I felt nothing but concern. The world was going to change and I was going to lead it. Yes, my dark gods could turn on me and take everything away, but I never believed that would happen. My faith is unshakable, and they know me better than I know myself. If the balance needed to be broken, I was going to be the one who did it without a hint of regret.

I lifted my head and turned my attention to my aunt. I walked over to her and sat down beside her. She laid her head on my shoulder, her eyes filled with worry.

"Aunty, I know this is hard, but if we bring Franklin back, it will be more than simple joy to embrace him once again," I said in a low tone.

My Aunty lifted her head and looked at me with wet eyes.

I looked at her with a warm gaze. "He will always be there at your side. He will be able to protect you when the world changes. You and he will be able to love each other forever. No more dwelling in feigned happiness. Now, you both can be truly happy, without regret."

A tear streaked down her pale cheek. Suddenly, a strength filled her eyes. She stood up. I stood up and she embraced me, her face snuggled to my neck.

"I know where our lives are going. I just want you to know you are the best of us. You have brought our family back together and onto the right path. Our gods and our family appreciate you and everything you have done and will do."

My aunty kissed my neck with a sultry touch.

"I'm ready to be reunited with my son," she whispered as she pulled away and smiled.

"Then let's begin," I said warmly.

We moved to the arcane circle's edge. I lifted one hand and used my chaos song power. Reality bent as a mystical book appeared in my hand. The Libro De Nocte vanishes and appears where it wants. It has been like this since it was created by unknown mystics from long ago. No one can hold or trap the Book of Nyght. Its power is great, but in this moment my power was greater. I did what no one has done ever. I summoned the book that could never be summoned. My power has grown stronger, reality bending to my very will. Everything was going to change, forever.

The Book of Nyght hovered before my eyes. It opened to the page I desired. Beth stepped closer and gave me the ceremonial dagger.

"Aunty, please repeat after me," I instructed.

My beautiful aunty nodded as she held out her hand, over the circle.

We spoke the words of dread, death, and darkness. We spoke the words of endless love and dripping desire. I could feel Beth's eyes on me, her heart beating faster to my power. My aunty said the words with me, her own power growing. Her heart called out. Invisible energy filled the room.

I handed the dagger to my aunt. She took it and sliced the blade deep across her palm. Blood dripped into the circle and unseen energy billowed and flashed across senses.

When the energies ebbed, Beth moved behind our aunt. She put her hand on our aunt's shoulder and healing energy ran to the wound, sealing it closed.

"Let's go to the front door," I smiled as I grabbed my aunt's hand.

She grinned as I whisked her away with me, Beth quickly following.

We made our way through the corridors and around corners. We reached the foyer, the grand double doors before us. I let go of my aunt's hand and stepped to the doors as a hard knock boomed. I opened one of the doors and my aunt's eyes widened with love.

A man my age walked in. He wore a black and white suit. His long hair was tied back. Strong eyes weakened along his handsome features.

"Mom," Franklin said.

"My son!" Aunty Misty rushed forward to his open arms and embraced him with tears in her eyes.

Beth moved to my side as I closed the front door. We both looked at them as they held each other.

Franklin was the famous socialite of the family on my father's side. He was handsome, well-connected, and semi-famous. I had to admit, myself, Theo, and a bunch of our cousins looked up to him. He was five years older than me and taking the fashion and party scene by storm. He modeled and was at every famous party. I loved to hear about his adventures. But of course, when you're that visible to the world, you tend to make enemies.

When he heard of his death, it was always suspicious. He didn't like to have any security, which made him accessible to everyone. The police and the news said it was a simple robbery gone wrong. We never believed it. Aunty Misty accepted it nonetheless.

Franklin snuggled to his mother as if he was afraid to let go. I didn't care if he hugged her for hours. I was happy to see them reunited.

I took Beth's hand, ready for us to depart to give them some alone time, when Franklin called out.

"Gerald! Please don't go."

I looked at my cousin as he broke from his mother's arms and knelt to one knee before me. Just like my mother and my aunts raised from the dead, I could sense dark power within his new form. It churned and bubbled like a dripping cauldron. My cousin was now a supernatural being, which also meant he was loyal to me.

"I cannot thank you enough for helping to bring me back from the Dreamlands. As you know, I am loyal to you, our family and what is to come," he said with serious eyes.

"I know," I smiled.

Franklin chuckled as he stood up. Misty moved to his side and he took her hand.

"Mother and I would love for you both to join our reunion," he said as he looked into Misty's eyes. "It would be a great honor to have you there."

My aunty looked at me with loving, heated eyes. How could I say no to such eager perversions?

"Alright," I smiled.

Franklin turned to his mother. She grasped his hand tighter and led the way. Beth and I followed.

"I could see the lust the moment they saw each other," Beth whispered to me as we walked side by side.

I nodded. "Aunty is very particular with her men. They always seemed to look like Franklin I added."

Beth wrapped her arm around me and leaned her head on my shoulder.

"You do know you're very cute and handsome too, right?" Beth giggled.

"Am I? I hadn't noticed," I smiled.

Beth snuggled to my arm as we walked. "It's why we're attracted to you, Theo, and even Franklin. You all share the same look, but with different personalities."

"Tell me, Beth, would you like to get railed by all three of us?"

Beth laughed. "Of course, but you must know my true love is only for my brother. If I had to choose, it would be you every time."

"Do you know who I would choose if it came down to it?" I asked with a mischievous tone.

Beth's smile weakened a little. I think she expected my mother.

"I would choose my family, every time," I smiled. "All of you are so special to me, I would destroy the world to make sure you were all mine."

Pink touched my sister's cheeks as she looked up at me.

"For my sister, I'm never truly happy until she orgasms many times," I laughed.

Beth held my arm harder as she stared at me with love in her eyes.

"I'm never happy until my brother's come fills my throat, my pussy, and my ass."

"I love our little challenges," I grinned.

The four of us walked until we reached my aunt's room. We entered low lit bedchamber with a table filled with glasses and bottles ranging from wine to liquor. The bed was made. The room was cozy despite its rather large size. Several cushioned chairs were placed along the wall, just under the wide windows.

"Beth, please make me a drink?" I asked.

"No need to ask," she winked and rushed to the table bar.

My aunty moved to the end of the bed and turned to face Franklin and us. She had an impish gleam in her eyes as a happy smile filled her cheeks.

"I prepared for tonight. I was worried I wouldn't go through with it, but in my heart, I knew I would. I had the servants prepare my bedroom for a private party," Misty said before her gaze met mine. "Nothing in this room or in our hearts is off the table. I love being free, but I want all of us here to truly be free."

Beth put a drink in my hand as I nodded at my beautiful, bubbly aunt.

Misty turned to Franklin. He curled his arm around her and placed his hand on the small of her back. He pulled her to him, their bodies touching. He looked into her eyes with a dreamy heat.

"Mother, I have dreamed of you before my death. When I languished in the Dreamlands, all I could think about was being with you again," Franklin said as his hand grabbed and groped her covered breast.

"My son, how I dreamed of you. How I wanted you for so long. How lonely my life had become," she said as she rubbed her body against his.

"How I needed you to come back," she said as she undid his pants.

I sipped my drink. Whisky neat, just the way I liked it. Beth was next to me, her hand running along my ass.

Passion had consumed my aunt and cousin both. They nearly ripped each other's clothes off as Beth and I had a front row seat.

When Franklin's cock flopped out, my aunt's gaze fell on it and she licked her lips. She then fell naked to her knees as her lips clamped down on the end. Franklin looked down as his mother looked up at him, her lips moving along his veiny cock.

Beth moved away from me. I sipped my drink as my aunt's muffled moans grew. Her head moved back and forth as Franklin moved his hips. I think they both liked having an audience, or this was how they normally were. I didn't care as I sipped my drink and watched.

Beth moved a comfortable chair behind me. She then gently touched my chest and gave a playful push. I sat down in the chair as Beth lowered down to her knees. I kept my gaze on my family before the bed, my aunt lovingly sucking her grown son's cock.

I could feel the hungry desire from both as pleasure touched my senses. My aunt's plump lips moved back and forth along his thick rod. My gaze fell to her full, bouncing breasts. Her nipples stood erect along her creamy flesh. Her hand moved between her thick thighs.

"I missed your mouth. You were always such a good mom, milking me when I was hard," Franklin said with loving eyes.

I felt Beth pull down my zipper. My cock was free and her lips closed on it. Her head bobbed nice and slow, her tongue making her mouth tight. She pushed her big breasts around the shaft as she sucked on the tip. My sister moved her body to my rigid erection as I sipped my drink as I watched.

Bliss crawled along my senses and my manhood. I expanded my senses to feel all of it. Franklin let out a grunt. My aunt ran her lips to his hilt as her son pumped his come into her throat. She gulped it down as wetness dripped from between her thighs. Misty rubbed her clit hard as she milked Franklin.

When my aunty pulled away, come dripped down from the corner of her mouth. She wiped it with her hand and licked it off. Franklin was still hard as he scooped up his mother and placed her on the bed. Misty cooed as Franklin was over her. He licked at her nipple and she let out a moan.

"I'm still hard for you," Franklin grinned.

"I'm always wet for you," Misty moaned as she touched his muscled body.

"Mom... what can I do for you?" Franklin asked in such a gentle way, it was tantalizing.

Misty grabbed her son and pulled him down on her. She embraced him as he kissed her neck. Tears filled her eyes as she felt him move his hips to get his manhood in her.

"My son," she whispered as she gently grabbed him between them.

I watched as Franklin partially lifted his hips to his mother's touch. She pressed the tip to her wet pussy. Franklin let out a happy sigh as he sank into his mother.

"I missed you so much," she whispered before a moan escaped her lips.

"Mom, I will fuck you anyway you like. I will worship your pussy by licking it every morning and every night. I fuck your ass just how you like it. I will come all over your tits just to show how much I love you," my cousin said lovingly as his hips pushed between her parted thighs.

"Yes, my son," Misty whispered as bliss curled her toes.

I grew harder and thicker in Beth's mouth. She upped the tempo as moans filled the room.

While I watched, I smiled. I forgot how much of a ditz my cousin Franklin was. He was fun and famous, but he was just like his mother. They were two peas in a pod as his strong hips pushed with needful urges.

I settled in my chair as Beth masterfully sucked my rigid cock. The way they spoke to each other was like poetry. Their bodies moved with needs. Each moan confirmed their love for each other.

I could feel the darkness within both. It was darker and deeper within Franklin, but the black seed I pumped into his mother made her a fountain to his needs. She would feed him as he would feed her. Their close bodies and orgasms would only make them stronger.

"It's okay. Mommy's here for you," Misty moaned as Franklin slammed his hips into her.

When my cousin closed his lips on her erect nipple and sucked, his mother let out a deeper moan from her soul. Her eyes closed as her son fucked and sucked on her. Beth upped the tempo. I took a swig of my drink before my own urges cracked my willpower.

"Momma's... coming!" Misty moaned into a scream.

I watched as she clutched to him. Franklin let go of her nipple and embraced her. She bit his shoulder as her legs wrapped around him. She let out a low whimper before shockwaves of mystical explosions struck my senses. It was so powerful, I came with her, ropes of seed spurting into my sister's throat. Beth gave a muffled moan as she drank my seed. Her hand wrapped around the shaft and she stroked me, milking more of my come onto her waiting tongue.

"I'm coming too!" Franklin shouted as he thrusted his hips.

I watched the pair twitch as their moans mingled. Thick seed dripped from their connection as I came a little more.

When the mood glowed warm, Beth licked the side of my cock.

"Beth," my aunt called out with a dreamy exhale.

My sister lifted her head to listen.

"Let's milk our men together," my aunty smiled.

Beth leered at me as she grabbed my hand and pulled. Clothes fell away like leaves during autumn. When Beth and I were naked, we made our way to the bed. We climbed on as Franklin was licking his mother's pussy. My aunt sat up and I could see her inner demons wanting more.

Misty and Beth laid me and Franklin down side by side. Franklin and I laughed until both women licked at our hardening cocks. We turned our attention to them as they licked our wet members a little more before they closed their lips on them and heads bobbed.

"It's good to be back," Franklin said as he looked at his mother between his legs.

"We all missed you," I said as Beth sucked on me, trying to drink my soul.

"I missed everyone," Franklin said before he groaned. "I know I was kind of an ass before, but I promise to be here for your new world."

I ruminated on his words as Beth and Misty stopped sucking and mounted us. Beth was never shy with her moans as she impaled herself down to the hilt. Misty let out a blissful moan as she looked at her son returned from the Dreamlands. They began gently bouncing on us as they squeezed our cocks. But what Franklin said held a deeper meaning. He already knew what was at stake. He already pledged his loyalty to me. He was ready.

I was ready for what was to come, but there was a sliver of concern. Would I have to sacrifice any of my family for victory? Will the end be a true beginning for all of us?

Franklin let out a grunt. My aunt moaned as I felt her milking her son's cock. I decided to join the fun and my cock thickened. Beth's eyes rolled into her head as she was getting close. When I came, I felt her come at the same time. We rode the tidal wave of pleasure as it slammed into us.

When the glow of ecstasy dimmed a little, I looked at my aunty. "Beth, welcome Franklin back home. Aunty Misty, would you milk me?"

My aunt pulled away from her son, his cock slipping from her. Beth did the same before moving over to Franklin.

When my aunt took hold of my wet cock, she looked at me with hungry eyes. She impaled herself on me and sank down slowly.

"My special nephew. All of this wouldn't have happened without you. And that is why I will enjoy milking you," she said as she reached the hilt.

My aunty sat up and ran her hands up her body to her large breasts. She rubbed her nipples as she bounced on me. I could hear my beautiful Beth and Franklin moan, but my full attention was on my aunty.

"There will be some competition for you. Just know, I will always be hungry for you. I will always be there to milk you. Young men need their mothers to help keep their minds and bodies clear," she said with a sultry voice.

I grabbed her hips as she bounced on me. The tension began to grow again.

"Nephew... you will need a clear mind for what is to come," she moaned.

My cock thickened as the moans and grunts grew.

"Yes... Aunty," I smiled as I grabbed her hips, ready to come into her tight inner world.

***

Bodies were covered in sweat. I was on my side as my aunt was lying next to me. Franklin was laying on his back, as was Beth. It looked like the aftermath of a battle, and yet, I was still horny.

Franklin turned onto his stomach and crawled to his mother. He parted her legs with his knees as she took deep breaths. Her eyes fluttered as she was still suffering from her orgasms.

"Cousin, help me make my mother happy," Franklin said as he put his mother's legs over his shoulders.

Misty's eyes opened as her son pushed his cock into her. She then looked at me with weak eyes and licked her lips. Without thinking too much, I moved up until my cock was in her face. She licked my wet cock into her mouth and began sucking.

Pleasure spiraled as my sister parted her thighs and rubbed her abused clit.

We had been at it for hours. The day was quickly approaching but our lusts hadn't dimmed. My aunty sucked on my member as her body bounced to her son's thrusts. She looked so peaceful sucking on me like she was my own mother. Her love poured out and she could never say no to us, or especially me.

"I can feel her thoughts, and her soul," Franklin said as his hips moved.

I spread out my mind to connect to their connections as we all felt it at the same time. My aunty loved us as she squeezed us. My mind conjured images of me and Franklin fucking her at the same time, both of our cocks sliding, pushing, filling her pussy with love. I smiled as she looked up at me with hungry eyes. Her stare was loving and primal. My bubbly aunty had a feral, loving side. I could taste her desires as she sucked with moans in her throat.

"Yes Mom, I would love to fuck you with Gerald," Franklin chuckled darkly before he licked her knee on his shoulder.

I moved my hips, pushing my cock an inch deeper into her hungry mouth.

"Aunty... when the time comes to fully join our coven, I will be sure to give you everything you want, and more."

My aunty stared in my eyes as her head and lips moved.

"She thanks you, Gerald," Franklin said as his thrusts grew with eager pounding.

Beth let out a low moan, orgasms blasting her fried nerves to dust.

I simply dwelled in this place of lustful passion. When the balance shifts, I will gather my family in worship. We will discuss much afterwards. I will need each of them to fill roles in our new world.

"Franklin, let's bless your mother at the same time," I said with a dark whisper.

"Yes!" Franklin growled as even I could sense he was getting closer.

I was up on my knees, my aunt clamping her lips on the tip of my cock so she wouldn't let go. Franklin shrugged off her legs from his shoulders as he pounded into her. My aunt lovingly sucked on my cock as she looked up at me with bedroom eyes.

My cock thickened and I shared our minds and bodies. All four of us felt the tug of pleasure ready for a new release.

"I bless you, my beautiful aunty," I said as the urge shattered my willpower.

Franklin grunted hard as he pulled out and grabbed his cock. My cock slipped from my aunt's lips. I stroked it as it thickened. We both looked down on her as she smiled. When her tongue slipped out and licked my tip, I lost all control.

Thick spurts of come splashed against her lips. My cousin let out a hard grunt as thick ropes of come spurted on his mother's tits. It trailed down to her pussy before more spurt on her stomach.

Come spurted on my aunt's face, but instead of remaining on her back, she lifted her head and licked at the tip as more come spurted on her open mouth and tongue.

The amount of come was obscene as my cousin and I stroked our cocks, milking them until every drop of lust was on our Misty.

She looked up with rosy eyes, bliss crawling every cell of her body. Her nerves vibrated with ecstasy as she rubbed come on her tits with one hand, and stroked my cock before her come-covered lips.

"Good boys always need more milkings," she said with intent in her eyes as she licked her lips, her hungry desire yearning for more.

Forty Seven

Sunlight poured through the Ballroom windows. I sat in a simple chair, feeling the light on my body while my head was in shadow. It felt good on the back of my hands. Somehow, it reminded me of when I was younger, not caring about the world and running through the forest. Beams of sunlight lighting the way as I was off on some imaginary adventure.

I looked down with dark eyes. How far my life had come. I thought my life was simple, but it was far more complicated than I had ever thought before. My inability to let go made me do the unspeakable. I never regretted my choices. I never regretted bringing my mother back from the dead because I loved her beyond words.

Of course she wasn't exactly the same. She was filled with dark power now. But I saw glimpses of her, from time to time. It was enough. It was enough to set me on this path of gods and monsters.

I allowed my mind to drift wider, encompassing my castle and the neighboring forests surrounding it. I could feel Beth in the armory. She was wearing an armored vest that could stop more than bullets. An automatic machine-gun was in her hands as worry filled her brow.

My senses shifted and I could see and feel Aunty Ivy and Lydia. The pair laughed as they snorted up white powder. They had lost all meaning of restraint, knowing what was to come. They smiled and laughed like demons, the darkness I put in their bodies sinking deeper into muscles, blood, and flesh.

I had Lenore moved to another location. My dear cousin was still blissful and fragile after I tamed her curse. She needed rest, far from the conflict to come.

I felt my Aunty Misty and her son Franklin in bed and looking into each other's eyes. Their love has deepened, my aunt's aura glowing brighter than it ever had before.

The farther I spread my mind, the more I saw and felt. The security force I hired were monsters in human skin. Mercenaries, they enjoyed violence and blood. With the amount of money I was paying them, they would slit their throats for me if I asked. Their leader is a follower of the dark truths. He asked me if they could follow me in the new world. I said we would discuss it after I saw how well they performed with what was to come.

I let out a long exhale, tingling along every one of my nerves. Today would be a test of my mind, body, spirit, and faith. If I didn't time it well, it would spell the end of my path, and allow the light to win. I have faith, but the enemies marching to our doors had put down dark things before. This time, I would be the one to put them down and secure our future with shifting this world away from the light.

There was a tremble along my senses. I expanded my mind a little more. It was then when I detected their march.

Images formed along my mind. Three tanks led the way along the single road to my castle. Behind them were five armored personnel carriers, APCs. A giant walked alongside the convey, a mace in their large hands and a strange wood armor covering its body. I also spotted a Kirin trotting along the APCs. The powerful creature's eyes moved in all directions. It looked like a blue unicorn, but with scales along its body. Long hairy whiskers drooped along the sides of its mouth. I could feel the power of its horn as it searched for me.

I couldn't hide my growing smirk.

This is what the powerful light sent to stop me? This is their mighty army which will destroy me for what I will achieve? Pathetic.

I felt steps behind me and I was back in my body. I turned my head to Harold coming around and bowed to me.

"They have come," he said in a low tone.

I smiled. I reached over and put my hand on his shoulder as he continued to bow to me.

"Harold, you have been our protector for as long as I can remember. You have been loyal and strong. Would you like a gift? It's something that will make you strong enough to take on whole armies?"

"Yes, my lord. I will accept any gift you offer. I serve the Umbra family. I serve you."

"Thank you for your service, Harold," I said as my Corruption power surged along my arm and into Harold's shoulder.

The stout man grunted as his muscles bulged. He grew taller, my corruption ability filling him with power and ensuring his already immaculate loyalty. Black scales ran along his skin as he grew ten-feet-tall. Serpent eyes bulged a little as his mouth grew wider with sharp teeth.

Harold looked at his clawed hands before his serpent gaze shifted to me. He bowed deeply; his transformation complete.

"Thank you, Lord Umbra," he hissed.

I smiled.

Harold lumbered off as I looked at the sunlight once again. I wondered how such a small force was going to try and kill me? I can sculpt reality at a whim. My only weakness was if I used it too much, it could affect the surrounding reality and weaken me. I had to be cautious. Small bursts of power might be enough to ensure everything remains stable, not for me, but for those I love and hold dear.

Sensations grew along the skin on the back of my hands. A burning sensation glowed and I knew the time had come. Despite the growing burning feeling, I stood up and walked backwards into the shadowy section of the Ballroom.

Three shards of light shattered the glass windows. Those windows were over a hundred years old and they were destroyed in an instant.

The three shards of light struck the floor, old wood splintering into flying debris. That floor had many dances on them, lost to time.

The light shards dimmed until three handsome men stood with large, black feathered wings, except for one. He stood in the middle of the pair, with golden yellow wings. They wore white and black armor, covering their chests, shoulders, and stomachs. Their arms were bare except for some metal armbands. Their knees to their feet were bare.

My eyes narrowed as I drank in finer features. Two of them had short, black hair. The one in the middle had golden blonde hair and eyes that glowed with power. The blonde's belt had a sheathed sword. The other two had ornate maces, covered in old runes.

I expanded my senses to see and feel all as the blonde one began speaking.

"I am Micheal. My fellow seraphim are Gaberial and Rapheal," the blonde said with a casual tone.

God sent his three best? I suppose I am a bigger threat than I thought before.

Micheal continued, "Gearld Umbra, you must cease and desist your path to shadow and darkness. The world is balanced. Heed not the mad schemes of the dark, alien gods. They will destroy everything, including you and your family."

I licked my lips as I watched them with unblinking eyes.

"We all know I will not stop. If you felt you had a chance, you wouldn't have sent a small army to kill me."

Micheal's gaze was unmoved. "We can always send them back."

My power began to surge along my hands. Gabriel and Rapheal put their hands on their hanging maces. Their eyes were filled with divine hate for the thing I was becoming.

"There is a giant and a kirin part of the convoy. It is safe to assume the Norse gods sent the giant, and the Japanese gods sent the kirin. Why no others? If I was such a threat, surely, they would have sent more?"

The three arch-angels were silent, their gazes steady on me.

"You break into my home and make demands. Hardly the stance of a peaceful conversation?"

"You killed one of ours," Gaberial said with a threatening tone.

"She tried to kill me," I said as dark power warped my muscles and bones, making them denser, stronger.

Gabriel stared with a fury behind his eyes. "She was sent to cut out a dark cancer."

I laughed. "I'm the dark cancer? Me? What about your toxic cults? Your gods of light suck on the same faith. Without it, you would all cease to exist."

Black tears streaked down from my eyes to my chin. They stained my skin as power filled my gaze.

"Gerald, you can still save your soul," Michael said with cool eyes.

A black aura surrounded me as dark blood leaked from my palm. It reformed into a short, black sword.

"My soul is already saved. I don't think you can say the same," I grinned.

The three arch-angels drew their weapons and pointed them down at their sides.

I kept my grin. "I'm sure all of you already know this, but I'm going to say it anyway. Gods and holy beings must dwell in reality, just like the rest of us. Sure, you all have abilities and powers that make you different, but reality is the same for all involved."

My power grew into a pumping engine along my spirit.

My eyes narrowed. "Everything dies, even gods," I chuckled.

Micheal stared at me like he saw my very soul.

"Before we begin, know this, our forces are converging on the people you love."

"I already knew that," I leered.

Micheal nodded, before he moved in a blur at me. The instant my black sword was up, sparks filled the air with Micheal's sword against mine. The arch-angel's face was a blank mask as his sword moved in blurry arcs. I parried each one but was forced to take a step back. His strikes were elegant, but each parry felt like I was trying to stop a boulder with a twig. My arm shook as Micheal looked me in the eyes, our swords vibrating.

"There have been souls who have sought out the dark gods before. They were put down as well, their souls condemned to Hell's deepest pits. It would be a shame to send another there," Micheal said coolly.

"That's what's wrong with you, Micheal. You think like a soldier and not a god. When we are finished here, Hell will be reshaped to my vision."

A new set of black arms stabbed out from under my arms. Onyx-colored swords stabbed up from those new hands as they aimed for the arch-angel's sides. Micheal blurred back as Gaberial and Rapheal came at me with swinging maces. I parried their strikes, sparks showering the shadows around me.

It was in that tiny span of time when I felt chaos bloom. Camouflage tarps were pulled away from machine-gun nests. Security soldiers hefted rocket launchers onto shoulders. Fingers pulled triggers and weapons flashed with chaotic violence.

A rocket slipped among the trees as machine-gun fire filled the forest. The front enemy tank turned its cannon, when one rocket struck it, followed by four more. Explosions lit up the area as I felt the crew within the first tank tried to regain their senses. They shouted the command to fire, but more rockets struck it and fire exploded inwards. Their screams filled the tight space as they burned to death. Despite their heroic deaths, their burning tank stopped the convoy in their tracks, half a mile from my castle.

Heavy metal doors on the APCs slid open. Soldiers leapt out and took cover. Many were unlucky, their lives cut short by machine-gun fire.

The kirin leapt onto an APC and its horn glowed. A protective barrier covered the convoy, deflecting incoming bullets. Rockets exploded against the golden barrier.

The giant let out a huff as it charged into the forest, tree trunks shattered by its burly shoulders, leaving a wake of broken trees. It held its mace as it charged a machine-gun nest.

The more chaos unfolded, the stronger I felt. I moved like a dancer in a storm of maces. Blurs moved around me as I parried thick maces meant for my head. They were powerful, and I could barely keep up with them as we moved through the Ballroom with our deadly dance.

I mentally reached out to my family in the castle. Aunty Ivy and Lydia had already exited the main doors. My aunt shot forward in a blur. My cousin let out a roar as her body changed. I smiled as I held off the angels. I had given my Aunty Ivy the power of speed, strength, and toughness. She wanted power, and now she had it.

As for my cousin. She didn't want to be like her mother and I made it so. I gave her the power to change into any monstrous body she desired. She quickly took the form of a demonic succubus and launched into the air with webbed wings.

Aunty Misty and Franklin remained in bed, holding each other. I knew they would be safe.

My black swords moved in quick blurs. I parried everything thrown at me, but I never gained an edge. They knew how to keep me at bay. The arch-angels were searching for a weakness.

"Gerald, surrender and God may have leniency on your soul," Micheal said with cool eyes.

Gabriel and Rapheal stopped their attacks and leapt back about twenty feet from me.

I was heaving, the strain of battle pushing me to my limits. I knew I could go further, and change everything, but I had to stick to the plan.

"You're breaking a sweat," Micheal said with an amused tone.

"Yes," I huffed, "From holding back."

Micheal's face grew serious as Gabriel and Rapheal chuckled.

I stared at Micheal with a knowing gaze. "The dark gods are older than your god, most gods. If they favor me, you know I have the edge."

"Plunge the world in darkness? It would mean your end as well," Micheal said plainly.

"It's always the same with you beings. What makes you think we will kill everyone and make the world a dead rock in space? No, we will change and re-write what has been done to the world. Societies will be re-shaped. Faith will truly be rewarded. No promises made for after you die. The world will be able to earn their rewards long before their deaths."

Gabriel and Rapheal stopped chuckling. They glanced at each other, and then to Micheal. God's favored angel looked at me with knowing eyes. He saw, no, felt my path, and it scared him.

I could feel life and death unfold beyond the castle walls. Men and women cut down by bullets and rockets. The giant reached a nest and brought his hammer down on the men and women firing their weapons at him. Blood and bones splattered the small nest as the giant turned to another one. He started his charge, when three shoulder rockets were aimed at him. They fired with smoke trailing behind. The giant crossed his burly arms before an explosion engulfed him.

From the smoke, the giant charged out with cracked wood armor. He brought his mace down on the second nest, killing everyone inside. When he lifted his mace again, his eyes widened as a serpent humanoid and a demonic woman appeared. Harold slammed his scaly, muscled shoulder into the giant's knee. My cousin, bless her dark heart, screeched as she flew at the giant's face. The giant's hand shot up to grab her, but Harold knocked him off balance. He missed my cousin, and when she was close to his face, she screeched in her demonic form as she stabbed her clawed hands, one into each eye.

The giant roared as my cousin pulled out the ripped guts of the giant's eyes. She laughed as she bounded away, the blind giant swinging at anything.

Harold slammed his strong shoulder into the giant's knee once again, sending the giant falling onto his back. Scaly Harold leapt away as two rockets hit the downed giant on the chest.

I smirked as the giant let out a final grunt, his chest a smoking crater.

The convoy continued to fire at hidden gun-nests. One of the tanks fired at the forest. The explosion ripped apart ancient trees with smoke and falling debris. Another tank tried to get around the burning first tank. They aimed their cannon at the castle wall and fired. The shell streaked through the air until it hit the castle wall with an explosion. The protective wall held, but it was deeply cracked. Another hit or two, and it will crumble, allowing the enemy to storm the castle.

I brought my attention back to three arch-angels with their weapons out.

"This has gone on long enough. This unholy pact will turn rotten to your touch. There is no salvation for what you and your gods propose," Micheal said with stern eyes.

I let out a laugh. "I'm already saved."

Time slowed to a crawl as all three arch-angels blurred at me with their weapons at their sides. I warped time just enough to counter their terrifying quick blows. I had to hold on long enough to ensure my victory.

A sword and two maces came at me from three different directions. My four arms moved in quick dark strikes, parrying blows and my fourth arm slashing at any weak point I could find. The arch-angels were beyond supernaturally fast. They dodged or parried my attempts like an adult to a child. They were old, and had a long time to perfect their skills and moves. I was fighting three of god's favored angels and I was barely holding on by my fingernails. I remained focused as magical sparks filled the air around us. I was nearly blinded by them as I took another step back, followed by another.

If there was something I feared, it was their silence. There was no taunting or grunts. They fought like a well-oiled machine, each strike measured and powerful. My arms vibrated from their attacks and after several brief moments of fighting, I was beginning to weaken.

I sensed my Aunt Ivy as she charged out of the forest. Enemy bullets bounced off her as she laughed with a cocaine-crazed smile. When she reached the second tank and slammed her shoulder into it. The massive armored tank was knocked up into its side and then tipped over. It crashed down, the treads up in the air.

My aunty looked at it with wild eyes as bullets bounced off her body. She laughed before she darted back into the forest. The kirin saw my aunt and gave chase. It moved in an astonishing blur. The being lowered its horned head, the tip stabbed into my aunt's shoulder and penetrated skin and bone. My aunt screamed as she was lifted and thrown aside like she weighed nothing. My aunt hit the ground hard as she gasped in pain.

A thunder of footsteps approached. The kirin turned its head just enough to see Scaly Harold reach her. His clawed hands grabbed the scaled unicorn before his wide razor-sharp mouth bit down on hard flesh.

The kirin let out a screech as Scaly Harold ripped a large chunk out of them.

"Once we kill you, we will put down the rest," Micheal said before he blurred at me.

"I wish for penance!" I shouted as the arch-angel's sword and maces stopped a half inch from my black blades.

The arch-angels surrounded me, their weapons close.

"There is no penance for you," Gaberial growled.

"It's not for me. It's for you," I said slyly. "Once the balance shifts, I will need strong beings to hold this new world to task."

There was no answer as they came at me with no mercy. Blades and maces clashed against my black blades. I was weakening as they punished me with hard strikes. My arms vibrated as sparks flew into my face.

Micheal's sword struck one of my black blades and shattered it. His holy sword continued, slicing through my living right arm. It was so clean, it felt like it simply detached. My blood spurted as the black arm underneath vanished. My edge was lost as a mace struck my stomach, while another hit my left shoulder. I was lifted off my feet and thrown like a ragdoll. I hit the destroyed floor and bounced twice. I slid to a halt, leaving a smear of my own blood behind me.

"It is over," Micheal said as he approached. "I will give you your final prayer before you descend to the deepest depths of Hell."

"Before... I go... have you caught up to... my family?" I choked as blood dripped from my mouth.

"We have. They will be joining you soon," Micheal said plainly.

I gave a grave nod as I felt my life leaking out of my very body.

I called on the connection with those I loved. Images came roaring back to my senses. Aunty Violet was standing in a dark desert, in the middle of nowhere. She could see a dozen vehicle headlights approaching in the night.

Aunty Lily was in the polar north. She watched as helicopters flew closer with military people aiming rifles at her.

Victoria was on the edge of a swamp, laying on her back with a severed finger in her hand. She could hear vehicles approaching.

My cousin Dana was in a remote Spanish town, sipping on a pina-colada. Down a street, jeeps drove towards her with soldiers staring at her in triumph.

Theo was at a club somewhere in Russia. He was having the time of his life, laughing and dancing. Doors swung wide open as armed men and women made their way into the dark room with flashing lights.

My mother turned to my presence as she stood within some ruins. She was alone as helicopters could be heard in the distance.

"Don't worry, my son. This will be a moment to remember."

"I miss you, Mom," I said as I was bleeding out.

"I miss you too. Once this is over, we will be in each other's arms soon. I promise."

I turned my attention to Micheal as he gave me my last rites.

"Micheal, I want to thank you," I wheezed out.

"All see the light in the end," the arch-angel said with a forgiving smile.

"No... not for that," I said with a bloody smile. "For sending sacrifices to finish what we started."

Micheal's eyes gleamed with duty as he lifted his sword to impale me.

Using my sister's healing power, my wounds closed in an instant. A new arm stabbed out of the stump as I pushed off the floor so hard, I was airborne. Micheal's sword stabbed into the floor with enough force to shake the area. When he turned to me, my feet were already on the ground as I grinned.

"Time to end what we started," I said with an evil smirk.

Forty Eight

Power dripped off my body as reality began to tear. Time stood still as my concern for the fabric of reality bled away. I needed all my power for what was to come. I had to hold off the arch-angels long enough for the celestial balance of this world to truly shift.

Black energy stabbed out and weaved. Tears formed as reality rippled. I had become my most dangerous to my enemies, and my family. This is why I was alone. I couldn't have them near me as reality began to degrade to my power.

"No mercy," Micheal whispered as he and his fellow angels came at me with streaks of pure light.

My black swords clashed with their weapons of light. The area shook as walls cracked. Each blow and parry sent shockwaves of power, slowly destroying the grand Ballroom that had severed my family for generations.

My mind expanded to encompass the area for miles. I saw and felt everything as it played out, while I anticipated every attack from the arch-angels.

The kirin charged the front gate as bullets bounced off it. The powerful creature was bleeding heavily from Harold's sharp bite but it didn't slow as it lowered its horned head. In a blink, the gate was blasted off its hinges.

At the same time, the remaining tank aimed at the cracked outer wall to our property. The cannon flashed with power as the tank recoiled. The shell struck the wall and blasted it open with raw power. Enemy troops charged for it as my forces continued to hammer down on them. Bodies fell, but the horde of light pushed in with hard courage and resolve.

Scaly Harold put my wounded aunt down with some security personnel at a machine-gun nest. He then turned and bounded for the road with the remaining tank. He reached it in a blink of time. He launched into the air and landed on the tank. He grabbed the cannon and slowly bent it, preventing it from being of any more use. But the damage was done. Enemy forces followed the kirin as it shattered the front doors to the castle and was inside.

The celestial beast narrowed its eyes as the lobby foyer was filled with machine-gun fire. My forces unleashed Hell on the mystical creature. It shrugged off bullets as its horn glowed with blue light.

Lightning flashed and arced. Three of my forces were killed instantly by the kirin's power. It was at that moment when I felt another power at play.

My Aunty Misty unleashed her protective song. It was a power I gave her and I smiled as I fended off the arch-angels. Protective mystical bubbles appeared around each soldier as they fired upon the powerful kirin. A lightning bolt arced from the kirin's horn, but merely bounced off the protective auras.

Franklin rushed to the aid of the soldiers. When he appeared without a protective bubble, the kirin unleashed a lightning bolt at him. My cousin lifted his hand, the lightning bolt striking him. I felt his power. He had returned from the Dreamlands different and stronger. Just like my mother and her sisters, they were things from the dark dreamlands. The lightning curled around my cousin's arm. He smiled evilly as he aimed the same arm at the kirin. The powerful being leapt at him, ready to impale him with its powerful horn. The lightning energy curled around Franklin's arm, flashed. The lightning bolt was returned to the kirin's body below the neck, the energy blasting through the creature and exploding out from its rear.

The kirin fell with wide eyes. It landed on the floor with a wet crash. A grenade landed beside it and exploded. The kirin perished as enemy forces stormed the front doors. Hard fighting and shooting exploded as bullets filled the smoky air.

Reality around me began to tremble. White and black blades warped as we tried to strike and parry. The arch-angels pulled back at moments, their very bodies beginning to warp with mine. My eyes glowed as my teeth sharpened. I felt the dark gods flowing through me, filling me with eldritch power.

"The light has failed," my voice was otherworldly.

The arch-angels remained silent as they tried to stab my heart or slice my head from my neck. I parried their blows as I felt victory sliding closer to me.

I connected with my family in remote places across the world. The fighting had already started. My mother laughed as she ripped soldiers in half as bullets sank into her pale skin. A blink later, those same bullets were pushed out and fell to the ground. Her shadows stabbed through bodies and heads as hidden snipers on our side unleashed deadly bullets.

Dana hunkered down as her hidden security forces unleashed on the incoming forces. Theo and Victoria were in the same predicament as violence bloomed.

My Aunty Violet was like a beast as she slammed into cars and sent them flying. She laughed as she shattered vehicles and spines as bullets deflected off her body.

Aunty Lily had the easiest time. Her mind was so powerful, she caused madness to burn into every soldier that tried to attack her. They turned their weapons on themselves and pulled triggers. Others shoot at their own comrades. Some simply fell to the ground and curled into a ball, madness consuming them.

"Gerald, I'm ready," Aunty Lily smiled across my mind.

I watched as she grabbed a gibbering enemy soldier and dragged him to a spot. She dropped him before arcane words fell from her lips.

"Everyone, it is time," I said across our connections.

I continued to fight off the arch-angels as I felt my mother grab a wounded soldier and pulled her to a spot. She began her incantation.

My aunt Violet, Theo, Dana, and Victoria did not have the power to open a rift. It was only reserved for me, my mother, and Aunty Lily. But like all rules, some of them can be bent. When my fingers were severed, Beth took them and gave one to each of them. They had also rehearsed the incantation needed to open a rift. Using my severed fingers, they now had the ability to open rifts of their own.

Violet took a struggling soldier, threw them down and slammed her foot on the chest, pinning them to the ground. She pulled my finger from her belt and aimed it at the soldier as she spoke the words.

Theo fell to his knees before a wounded soldier as his security forces fought on. He pulled one of my fingers from his belt and a dagger from a sheath at his hip. He began the incantation.

Dana had a finger in one hand, and a dagger in the other. She rushed to a wounded enemy soldier as the fighting continued. They were praying as she knelt before them with an evil smile.

Victoria aimed her pistol and fired. A soldier rushing her was met with a bullet to the chest. They fell to the ground as Victoria said the incantation without emotion. She had a dagger and a finger in hand as the soldier on the ground huffed for air as he was dying.

In the Ballroom, the walls were cracking further from the battle. I parried one of Rapheal's mace strikes, but his fist connected with my cheek. The power behind it was much more than a physical blow. I felt every cell in my head ripple away. If I had no power, my head would have exploded from such a blow. Instead, pain flashed across me as my willpower moved with focused intent.

All four of my arms moved beyond the speed of light, which angels are bound to but not eldritch beings. Rapheal's eyes widened as he knew what was happening before he felt it. My black swords sliced at his very atoms. It happened so fast, his body exploded into a shower of glowing blood and chunks of remains.

Micheal and Gabriel flashed back thirty feet from me, their eyes wide as saucers.

Glowing blood splashed on the floor as pieces of Rapheal tumbled away. I turned to the remaining two arch-angels, my body nothing more than shifting darkness as reality rippled around me.

"Gerald, stop this madness," Micheal said with wide eyes.

I chuckled darkly. "I was never a threat until it was too late. The balance made you lazy and dismissive. Now, chaos will have its turn, and the return of my dark gods will seal this realm's fate."

"No. This imagined future will never be," Micheal said as he brought his hands together in prayer.

I felt it before it came down on me. The light and heat were overwhelming. A shaft of pure light glowed before it slammed down on me. Pain enveloped my form and I screamed. It was God's power, trying to blast me to dust. It was their final move. There is a rule that gods could never directly interfere with the mortal realms. I think they just broke it.

Light began to slowly disintegrate me. It was... too much. I was dying as Micheal called on God's Light.

But there were more gods on the table than his Christian god. The rift under the castle pulsed. Dark energies surged upwards to me. My dear sister felt my pain and cried out, her healing energy a beam of heat, striking my decaying form. All of it welled in power as I began to pull myself together an atom at a time.

When did this happen? What was the moment I became a true disciple of the eldritch gods? Was it when I first fell in love with my family? Was it when I heard the tales of my father's powers, but he never used them to lead the way to victory? Was it when I laid in the arms of those I loved, their dark urges pushing me to be the thing I am now in this moment?

I didn't have an answer, but I knew things would forever change from this point on.

Darkness pushed at the beam of light and quickly shattered it.

I dripped with dark power as I looked at Micheal with a leer.

"Your god broke the rules," I said darkly.

"God is," My dark blades stabbed Micheal all at once. He looked at me as I grinned at him. "... all," he whispered.

My black swords moved in quick arcs, slicing God's favored angel to ribbons of celestial flesh.

When I was finished, I looked down on what was left of the most powerful arch-angel of God's army. He was now nothing more than a recent memory in the echoes of time.

Power surged into me as the celestial balance shifted. It felt... incredible. I laughed as my power grew. Rifts opened in faraway places. My aunt Violet pushed her foot down, shattering the soldier's rib cage and organs as she completed the incantation. My two cousins stabbed down at their dying sacrifices. Victoria sliced her sacrifice's throat as blood spilled. My Aunty Lily commanded the dying soldier to strangle themselves. They wept as they grabbed their own throat and squeezed. Eyes bulged as supernatural power made them strangle themselves until their heart stopped. My mother let out a haughty laugh as her shadows ripped her sacrifice to bloody chunks of flesh.

Across the world, eldritch rifts cracked reality. Primeval energies from before the Big Bang seeped into our world. The balance was shifted to the dark and my smile widened.

I felt fear behind me. I turned my dark form to the remaining Gabriel.

"No... this cannot be," he said with terror in his eyes.

"Accept what has come to pass. The balance is shifted. We are the gods of this world," I said with an otherworldly voice.

Gabriel gibbered as his wings flashed. He shot up into the heavens and was gone from sight.

Their forces continued to attack my home. I let out a sigh before my darkness stabbed out in all directions. It moves like a river of thorns through my home and around it. Points stabbed out until they found their targets. Sharp threads of darkness stabbed into hearts and minds. It all happened so quickly, the fighting died almost immediately.

There were no survivors and no retreats. My darkness even reached into APCs and the remaining tank. Those not on our side were ripped to pieces, painting areas with their blood.

When my darkness retracted, I let out a weak exhale. The surge of power weakened. The dark gods pulled back from me and I slowly returned to normal. I fell to the destroyed floor, breathing heavy as I stared at nothing. Reality was tender around me, almost like the abyss could suck me through and I would be forever lost. The dark gods didn't take away the power they gave me, only the extra energy. I could feel their alien eyes and smiles on me, knowing our side had won.

I let out a weak, crazed chuckle. I killed two powerful angels. I truly have become a monster.

A door crashed open. Beth, Aunty Misty, Aunty Ivy, Lydia, Scaly Harold, and Franklin rushed in. Beth dropped to me and lifted my upper body and head to rest on her thighs. She looked down at me with frightened eyes.

"I'm okay. The dark gods are pleased," I whispered.

My present family gathered around me with small smiles.

"I felt it. You almost died," she said with worried eyes.

"Almost is the key word," I grinned. "But we survived and the final rifts are open. We won."

Despite loving the thought of resting on my sister's thighs forever, I curled up and slowly stood. I weaved a little as my family gathered around me. Beth curled her arm around me, helping to steady me.

"This is only the beginning. We still have a lot to do to ensure faith is given to our gods."

Everyone embraced me and Beth. I could feel their love and loyalty. Our path was set, and now we were going to lead a new future.

I basked in the moment, my heart lifting in my chest.

My mind connected with my mother's mind. Her dark heart glowed with primal energy.

"Now, everything will change," she said with a smile.

"Yes," I whispered to her mind with love.

Forty Nine

I walked along a corridor with dreamy eyes and a yearning heart. Images of my mother filled my thoughts as I made my way to a specific chamber.

Weeks had passed since the attack on Castle Umbra. After the enemy was annihilated, many of the servants assessed the damage to my ancestral home. It was much worse than any of us realized. The damage was severe. Because of the stray bullets, cannon shots, and massive vibrations of mystical power, the entire structure was damaged beyond repair. It would take several years to knock down the castle, rebuild, and upgrade it further to modern times.

Seeing the damage and hearing the reports, there was no choice but to abandon our home until repairs could be made. After we tended to our wounded, passenger vehicles pushed their way through the smoking debris and bodies littering the road to the castle. Our security force brought their vehicles in as well. Every single soldier, servant, and family member were picked up in the area and driven to a private airport.

Harold was able to shift back to his normal body and drove the bus to the private airstrip. My cousins and aunts were with me as we drove onto the main road and were on our way.

I was weak as I sat in the front of the bus. I could barely keep my eyes open. Using all that power pushed me to my limit. My body could barely handle it. If the rifts weren't open to fuel my power, the battle would have become dire. I would have lost more than I planned. But there was no need to think about possibilities. We won and we survived.

My sister sat with me. I laid my head on her shoulder as she held my hand. She whispered sweet nothings as darkness consumed me.

I remembered how I drifted through the abyss and arrived at a strange place with ankle deep water. Odd structures and dwellings stretched out to purple sky. The water was soothing to my ankles as arcane and ancient symbols ran along walls and stairs. The structures shifted like they were made of dreams themselves.

I smiled at the time, knowing I was in the Dreamlands.

Cloaked figures appeared from dark tunnels. They moved toward me, hoods covering their heads. Odd faces could be seen in dim shadow. Serpent and alien eyes peeked from under the edges of the hoods. Hands moved at their sides. Some were nothing more than tentacles. Others were humanoid like, with scales or boils, and sometimes both. Some had only three fingers. Others had more. It was a menagerie of people who dwelled in these lands, forever in service of the dark gods.

One of the cloaked figures stood before me. His bulging serpent eyes stared at me as a scaled smile appeared. He bowed before he sank down to his knees. The others did the same, their hooded heads bowing to me.

"The gods are pleased," the one before me said with a hiss. "They have felt your achievements. Those who are faithful and serve are rewarded."

I let out a long exhale as a surge of dark power stabbed into me. My eyes widened as I growled for more. Black energy arced along my body as I felt new knowledge carve into my mind, body, and soul. I laughed as the energy ripped me apart and built me back together a cell at a time.

When it was over, I stood tall. Runes along my body glowed before they sank into my skin. I may have looked human, but I didn't feel like I was human anymore. This was something I would have to explore.

The cloaked being before me continued, "The dark gods are not foolish. They know what it means to tame a flock. For that, you have earned your status as a demi-being and granted immortality. You have also earned the knowledge to enchant weapons and items. This will aid you by strengthening those loyal to you.

"To tame those to our faith, you have earned the ability to scribe the tenets and laws of our gods so that those reading them will not be afflicted with madness. It will sway them to follow the dark gods, granting them rewards of your own design.

"The dark gods do not care how you tame your flock. Simply ensure their faith is directed to our gods and no one else."

The cloaked being looked up at me with a sharp leer. "You have ten-thousand years to ensure most follow the dark gods. Treasure every moment as this world shifts further to the celestial dark."

I smiled as power vibrated along every cell of my body.

I slowly woke up. I sat up and looked out of the bus. Two passenger planes were waiting on the tarmac, our people filing in. I then turned to Beth, my sister looking at me with dreamy eyes. She told me that nobody wanted to wake me until it was time to leave. Instead of speaking, I simply hugged her close.

The dream was no dream. I felt it to my core. I was given miraculous gifts. I will not waste the ten-thousand years as I change the world.

When we broke our embrace, we stepped off the bus and made our way to the planes.

We arrived at a private airport in Maine. The air was chilly, but it didn't dampen my excitement. We were driven to our new home.

When we arrived, construction was still underway. Nana met us at the gate and gave me and the family a tour of our future castle palace. The protective walls were still being built, but the manor was nearly complete. It was meant to be a place to house us as the palace would be built around it.

Nana ensured we would have a place to stay before we set our plan in motion. She gave us a tour, but when we reached the sleeping wing, I departed for my master bedchamber, alone. There, I crashed on the large bed and slept for three days as my body fully recovered. I was made powerful by the dark gods, but even I would need some rest when pushed beyond my limit.

Mother and the others were to stay at their separate locations for a time. They needed to guard the new rifts to ensure any opposing forces would not try to close them. I knew it would take something incredibly powerful to close them, but I simply wanted to be sure.

When some time had passed, I gave them all the command to return home to me.

My cousins and Victoria returned first. Dana and Theo couldn't stop talking my ear off about their adventures. Victoria took her post at head of household and reunited with her darkling sister before the pair took a long, well-deserved rest.

Dana reunited with Beth, the pair lost in hugs and stories.

Aunty Violet was next. She hugged me tight as we kissed. She then proceeded to tell me all the things she was going to do to me. When Theo appeared, her eyes gleamed wet. She embraced her son as he embraced her. Their love bloomed as I watched with them a smile.

Next to arrive was Aunty Lily. She gave me a loving gaze before we embraced. I felt our minds mingled and we smiled. We talked for a time before her daughters rushed her with kisses and stories.

Life kind of settled into normalcy. Everyone earned their rest as our future was being built around us.

My aunts, Ivy, and Misty, were welcomed to the family with open arms. As were my cousins Lenore, Lydia, and Franklin. There would be plenty of time to consider each of them for our blood coven.

The only one who hadn't returned yet was my mother.

In the present, I reached a pair of double doors. I opened one and stepped in. I looked ahead to a lavish chamber. It had tapestries, ornamental lanterns, and a crimson rug leading to a raised dais. On the raised top of the dais, a pair of red and gold thrones stood. They had high backs and cushioned seats. These were mock-ups of what was going to be built for the palace. I wanted to see them again because I still didn't believe we won.

I stood before the raised dais and thrones, imagining our future as a family together. I would require lords and ladies of various titles for our future world. If they performed well enough, they too could earn their way into our new pantheon and more.

My heart sagged in my chest, an image of my mother washing away those dreams and her smile blooming. I missed her. I wanted her home.

A sensation touched my senses. I turned around to see the door opening and my mother stepping in. She smiled as she closed the door behind her.

"I hid my presence so I could surprise you," she smiled.

I didn't care as I rushed to her and threw my arms around her. We held each other close. She was her human size and she felt smaller in my arms.

"I missed you so much," she said with a sultry whisper in my ear.

I held her a little tighter, before I pulled back and looked into her dark eyes. I could see it, feel it, the darkness dripping from her. Not only did I become stronger, so did she. There was a quiver along my soul. I wondered if she was still the person I always loved?

"I am, my son. Nothing has changed aside from my growing connection to you and the Dreamlands."

Despite our victory, I could feel the shard of doubt in my mind. I have asked the same question to my mother, and she has always answered it the same. But I still needed to know. I needed to know it was her and not some demoness from the dark.

My hands fell to her hips as I looked her in the eyes. She looked up at me with a loving gaze.

"So much has happened, to us and now the world. To continue, I need to know. I need to know the truth about you, about us.

"On your deathbed, you said 'Don't summon me.' You looked into my eyes with such sorrow, it stayed with me, even to now. You were honest with me, right to the very end.

"When you came back, you were different. You ate raw meat. You were seven feet tall. You held a demonic gleam that has faded away. You look and act like my living mother, but you are not the same. We are not how we were," the last sentence coming out with a weak tone.

My mother gave a sultry sigh. "Take me to our new bedchambers," she asked in a low, seductive whisper.

The urge pulled at me. Many urges pulled at me. I took her hand into mine. We left the throne room and stepped into the corridor.

My mother trailed behind me as I led the way. The corridors bled together until we reached our bedchamber.

Nana spared no expense. The chamber was immaculate and cozy at the same time. Rugs covered a marble floor. The sitting area took up residence by a gothic hearth. Modern amenities blended with the chamber seamlessly. Large flatscreen hung on a robotic arm attached to the wall so it could move about to best be seen. A cabinet with all my favorite wines and liquors within. The bed was not a canopy bed like back at the castle. This one was immense, with a gothic-like headboard. The curtains were drawn and dreamy shadows flooded the chamber. My eyesight could pierce the darkness, the room appearing to me like it was illuminated with late afternoon sunlight.

"It was genius to spend so much money to cause descent within all the cities across the globe," my mother said as he grabbed at her silk dress and pulled it down over her shoulders.

"With so much chaos, it was the best way to confuse those who followed the light," I said as I undressed.

"It allowed us to carry out your marvelous plan to completion," mother said as she stood naked before me.

I was lost to her body as it glowed in my mind's eye. Her pale skin, large breasts, thick thighs, and hourglass beauty stunned me.

"It was our plan," I said with a small smile.

My mother sauntered toward me with intent in her eyes. When she reached me, her hands touched my waist as she looked up at me with a deepening hunger.

I couldn't stop my hard on as it defied gravity and touched her wet slit. My hands were on her hips, her flesh sending such sensations to my whole body.

"You know we can talk about anything. I won't keep anything from you. Ask your questions," my mother said as she rubbed her body against me a little.

"You know the answers I seek," I said as I held her close, enjoying the touch of her body against mine.

"In bed," she grinned.

We both pulled away for a moment before we crawled onto the bed. We made our way to the pillows. I turned and laid down on my back. My mother draped her body against my side. I couldn't fight my throbbing erection. I let out a relaxed sigh as my mother curled her fingers around it and gently stroked.

"I always knew you were meant for more, especially in this world," she began with soothing strokes. "I knew it when I noticed one of the spellbooks from the hidden library was taken. I searched everywhere for the book and you.

"When I came to a partially open door, I saw you on the floor, trying to read it. You were much too young to understand it. I swept in and picked you up with the book. I saw the wonder in your eyes and I saw destiny."

I let out a soft moan as she stroked my cock just the way I liked it.

"It feels good my darling, doesn't it? I like stroking such a nice cock. It makes me so wet thinking of you in me, loving me with that hard cock," my mother said with a sultry tone.

I nodded, lost to swirls of pleasure.

My mother continued as she slowed her masterful stroking. "Your father dismissed anything I had to say about teaching you the sacred arts any earlier. He only focused on his work, and not your potential. As you know, I helped to teach you the darker arts of magic.

"When your father left us, it was up to me to shape your destiny. But when the cancer came, I had run out of time."

My mother moved her grip along my cock with tender love. "I remember when you reached your late teens. Handsome, smart, and eager. The tension was thick between us, and many times I wanted to surrender to you. I knew you would become more than our shell of a family. But the cancer changed everything as I slowly died.

"When the time came, I told you those words to test you and heal you. If you heeded them, you would have lived a happy life of knowing you did the right thing. If you ignored them and used the dark arts to bring me back, you would become so much more. You would push the boundaries of our family, and even the threads of fate."

Her words were like honey to my ears. My cock thickened as I couldn't fight her seductive touch any longer.

My mother's eyes flashed with heat as she slightly upped the tempo.

"I love to see my handsome son come. It makes me happy to see that delicious seed dripping from your cock. It's always been a display of love that I cherish every single time. Come for me. Show me how much you love me," she whispered in my ear as black milk dripped from her erect nipples, drops touching my chest.

I couldn't hold back any longer as thick ropes of come spurted. Thick globs splashed on my chest and trailed down my stomach. She turned my cock to her leaking tits, and another spurt splashed against it.

I let out long moans as she milked my cock of every drop. Ecstasy blasted my body. I looked down as my mother lowered her head to my chest. Her tongue snaked out between plump lips and licked at my seed. Moans filled her throat as she slathered her tongue against my chest, cleaning me as she curled her come-covered tongue into her mouth. Her eyes fluttered before she looked up at me with dreamy eyes.

"You taste so good my son," she said with a dreamy tone.

She continued to stroke my still hard cock. It never wilted; my desires stronger than my body.

"I can feel how much you love me," her eyes dark and beautiful. "I can feel it every time you push into me. When you come on me. When you grunt and growl to have me. When you fuck others in front of me. It melts my entire body as I cannot fight the wetness between my thighs."

My mother's eyes narrowed. "I had to know if the call of power was strong enough within you. We all needed to know you would do anything for the people you loved, and our dark gods."

She stroked me as her lips moved to my ear.

"I dreamed of this for far longer than you can imagine. Your father knew I loved you more than I loved him. That is why he left us. He never said the words, but I saw it in his eyes before he disappeared.

"After I died and appeared in the Dreamlands, I felt the coil of lust and love grow deeper for you. I gained glimpses of you and felt your love touch my body. I moaned to those moments, needing you so much.

"When you brought me back, my form had not settled into this world again. I needed time to become myself again. But always remember my handsome son, we were always monsters. We simply wore human skin."

Every word sank deeper into my soul. My mother pulled her head back a little and I saw her beautiful face and smile. I looked into her eyes and saw the hungry monster that lurked within. She never denied it, not once. The truth cut deeper into me and a small smile of my own bloomed.

We are monsters. We've always been monsters.

"You understand," she said before she kissed me on the lips.

Our tongues swirled for a moment. The heat and urges were deafening. I placed my hand on her shoulder and pushed. My mother fell onto her back, her eyes filled with lustful surrender. She parted her legs when I was over her.

"I've always needed you," she said with a lustful moan and weak eyes. "A true mother will always need her son. I've missed you so much. I miss when you fuck me hard. I miss your tender touches and kisses. You are always in my thoughts," she whined.

I was on her, pushing my hard cock into her wet slit. Her inner world spread to my invasion as moans dripped from her parted lips. My hips pushed until I was hilt deep. I could not fight the demonic urges as my hips moved. My mother squeezed me as my hips pounded her tender inner thighs.

Her hands grabbed me and pulled me down on her. My hips pushed as I snuggled to her neck. She whispered sweet nothings between moans. I could not control myself as I grabbed at her tits and tugged at them. She gasped but never told me to stop. When I rubbed her nipple with my thumb, more black milk dripped. She moaned her delight, keeping me close as I played with her and fucked her.

"You're... going... to... change the world," she moaned and gasped as bliss flooded her senses.

"We," I grunted. "We are going to change the world."

She nodded as her eyes closed. I could feel her mind, seeing her love glow as she basked in the moment of lurid desire. Despite the shadows and demonic hunger, I felt my mother's twisted soul. It was her. It was truly her. She wanted to come back, but needed me to decide our path together.

"If I didn't die... it would have happened naturally," she moaned.

I could feel her orgasms blast her nerves to glass. She let out weak whimpers and moans as one of her thighs trembled from a flood of pleasure.

I let out my own grunt as I slammed my hips into her. My cock was deep as thick spurts of come flooded her tight pussy. I pushed my soul into her as she let out warm moans for more.

When the pleasure ebbed, and our lusts dripped from our snug connection, I looked into her eyes.

"If you didn't die, everything that has happened, would have happened much sooner," I said with a husky breath, my cock still hard within her.

"Yes," she whispered with dreamy eyes.

I knew the world was going to change. I had edicts to write. Laws to govern. Society needed to collapse so it could be re-built again. Dark churches needed to be erected so the people of this world would always know who their masters are.

It was going to be a lot of work and I was ready for it. But first, an earned rest for a time. We changed the world. I think a few celebrations were in order, before we changed everything.

I looked at my mother as she looked at me. Our lips drew closer before they touched. We reveled in our love with moans and heated gasps.

I love the taste of victory and our dark fate. Let our future be legendary!

Fifty

The night stormed on as a lone figure made their way to a seedy bar on the corner.

The figure made their way in, water dripping off their trench coat. They scanned the dive, searching for someone. When they spotted a man in the corner, the figure made their way closer.

The man seated in the corner looked up at the incredibly handsome man in the soaking wet trench coat. His demeanor was calm as the wet figure sat down in the cushioned seat opposite of him.

"Why meet here?" the handsome man said with annoyed eyes.

The calm man smirked as he eyed the man across from him. "Because it's warded against watchful eyes, and the man running it needs the business."

The wet handsome man scowled.

"You're just like your son, filled with humor, even at the end of the world."

"Easy, Gabriel. Fate can always change," the man smiled.

The angel in human form scoffed. "Not anymore. Those rifts cannot be closed. The eldritch gods have seen to it. God is powerless against their arrival. He knows he will lose his power with time. We must act now!"

Edward gave the angel an easygoing look as he sat back in his plush seat.

"Needing to act now is the common answer from the loser of any situation. I knew what was to come, even if the gods didn't believe it. But we shouldn't spend our time wallowing in misery."

Gabriel looked away with annoyed eyes.

Edward's eyes gleamed with knowledge as he continued, "I knew what was to come for decades. Your agents of light didn't believe me, and now we are here.

"Let's not dwell on the past, but the future. Even with the rifts, there are ways to fight this. Luckily, I have been working on such tactics for a very long time."

"Then what do you need from us?" the angel asked, inferring heaven and God itself.

"I need you, God, and the many gods of light to work with me. If you don't, in the next fifty years, all the gods will be dead except for the dark gods. We need each other."

Gabriel looked away again with uncomfortable eyes.

"You haven't gotten up and walked away. That's good," Edward said with a relaxed demeanor.

Gabriel turned his gaze back to Edward, the father of the monster that killed his fellow angels in battle. He looked down to an outstretched hand.

"Welcome to the Resistance," Edward said with a warm smile and sharp eyes as rain continued to come down beyond the windows of the simple dive bar.

~Fin~

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