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This is a revised version of the story that I published on Smashword starting back in 2014. It is rewritten with much-added material. However, I did have to age up some of the characters so no one is underage in this version.

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Cast of Characters

Warlocks

Mark Glassner

Mary Sullivan

Sex Slaves

Alison

Desiree Fitzsimmons

Lana

Chantelle

Xiu

Korina

Fiona

Violet

Lillian

Demons

Lucifer

Lilith

Sisters of Mary Magdalene

Mother Superior Maryām

Sister Theodora Mariam

Sister Louise Afra

Other

Brandon Fitzsimmons

Doug Allard, P.I.

Tina Allard

Agent Noel Heinrich, FBI

Jessica St. Pierre, Reporter

Nurse Thamina

Dominion Ramiel, Angel

Prologue

Lilith’s daughters stalk,

devouring men.

Fever burns,

flesh fails.

Lilith’s daughters stalk,

and men cry out.

They cry out for

salvation.

For the Living Gods.

Lilith’s daughters stalk,

while Seattle burns.

—Songs of Man’s Lament 1:1-3

Lilith – The Abyss

I smirked as Mark Glassner walked into the Priestess’s trap. Sister Louise Afra was a beautiful specimen, and my eyes drank in her lush figure as she strode calmly through the mayhem. I watched them from the Shadows, the highest layer of the Abyss, so close to the living world that I could see it, hear it, and even smell it, but I couldn’t touch it.

Chasity’s—one of Mark’s Thralls—gun barked, shooting Desiree, a brown-skinned Thrall controlled by Sister Louise, in the breast.

My pussy grew wet at the violence.

“It looks like your plan is unraveling, Lucifer,” I smirked. “He’s forgotten all about the crystal.”

I could feel the crystal in Mark’s jean’s pocket. A point connected to my soul, the last bit of obligation I owed Lucifer from eons past when I had been a mortal woman spurned by my husband. Why had he finally given it to this Mortal?

“She has not exorcised him yet,” Lucifer answered, his voice unperturbed as Mark was clubbed from behind and pinned.

He glowed beside me. I could not look directly at the Morning Star. He always burned so bright with pride. I delighted in watching his plan unravel, to witness his humiliating failure. Mark was subdued by his own Thralls. The women he called a sluts. What a disgusting man. All he did was demean women.

Every man did.

“Look at him fight her cunt,” I laughed, savoring the sight of the Priestess’s hips working up and down on Mark’s cock, the disgusting sack of flesh straining to stop his orgasm.

In the middle of the struggle, the slug remembered the crystal. He struggled, reaching into his pants to grab it. My good mood dwindled. Lucifer grew even brighter. This was the Morning Star’s last humiliation for me, forcing me to be bound to a man. My eyes flickered to the Priestess.

If I was summoned, I could use the Priestess. My eyes widened in realization of the possibilities Sister Louise represented. She was a priestess. She could be my vessel. I stilled my excitement. I couldn’t betray anything to Lucifer. He could not know my plans.

“Looks like he’s undone,” I forced myself to purr—I had to maintain my disdain, I couldn’t let Lucifer become suspicious of my plans—when the crystal sailed out of Mark’s hand. My insides clenched in fear. Hope lurked inside me. Freedom from my prison had almost been in reach. But if Mark could recover the Crystal and—

His woman grasped it. Mary. She spoke the words, completing the ritual. I was bound to her, summoned to my Mistress’s side, my spirit yanked towards the mortal world. The boundary between the Shadows and reality grew thin. I stepped through the Shadows into the real world.

I was free. Not permanently. Once Mary used up her three boons, I would be cast back into the prison. But I had a Priestess in my grasp. If I manipulated Mark and Mary right, I just might seize the key to my freedom.

Lucifer was a fool to give me this opportunity. He should have listened to me when I told him to choose that whore Astarte for this task. He will howl and gnash his teeth when I am free, and he rots in the Abyss.

To be continued…

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