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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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Little is known where Samnag Soun came from. She appeared in company of the Tyrants in the days leading up to the event dubbed ‘The Miracle’ by the Tyrants’ deluded followers. Her impact upon the world is undeniable. She was the Holy Vizier, responsible for many of the spells and artifacts that surrounded the gods. She plunged into realms of magic and understood the foul tools of the Abyss better than any human that had come before her. Without her, the Demon Wars may very well have been lost.

—excerpt from The History of the Tyrants’ Theocracy, by Tina Allard

Mark Glassner

I held Mary in my arms again. It was wonderful. My parent’s bedroom reeked of our musk. We had made love over and over, enjoying each other, rediscovering each other. I felt like a new man, no longer obsessed with my younger sister, Antsy.

Mary had rescued me. I wanted to lie here forever, but we couldn’t. We had our own home to go to. The sluts must be worried. I told them they were all ugly today. That damned nun that fucked with my sister had done a number on me.

“It’s time to go home,” I told Mary.

“Yes,” Mary sighed happily. “All the sluts miss you so much.”

For the last two days, I had been under the nun’s spell. The cunt had turned my baby sister into a trap that would spring when I slept with her. There was a spell, the Ritual of Mowdah, that would let me recognize a nun by seeing people’s auras. I needed to fuck my sister to perform the spell, and, somehow, the nun must have known that. She had tracked my baby sister down while Antsy had been on vacation in Miami.

I looked at Mary, a faint, red outline shone about her body, her aura. Hers was red like mine, signifying she was a Warlock—someone who made a Pact with the Devil. I concentrated and a red glow sprang about her. Since we touched, strings and chains radiated out from Mary. They represented all the people that were in some way connected to Mary. Two, red threads, tightly entwined connected the two of us. Five black chains headed off to the living room where my mom and Mary’s sluts waited.

And a single, gold thread pointed north.

“Mary,” I said in alarm. “You have a golden thread touching your aura.”

“Do I,” Mary frowned. “My sisters both had the same.” She groaned. “And today, I saw gold chains binding you and your sister together. That was definitely the nun’s power at work. So if gold represents the nuns that must mean I’m connected to one. How?”

I took a deep breath. I hated suggesting this. “Summon Lilith, I think we need to talk to her.”

“I can’t,” Mary said, then took a deep breath. “I used my last boon today. To save you.”

“Okay,” I nodded, glad the demoness was out of our lives. She hated me. She had even tried to kill me by draining all my sexual energy when I fucked her. If it wasn’t for my wish of unlimited, sexual stamina I would have died. “What, specifically, did you get?”

“Well…Lilith gave me…a cock.”

I swallowed. I glanced at Mary. She trembled, waiting for my reaction. I pictured a cock thrusting from her body and a queasy shudder ran through me. I didn’t have a problem if people wanted to be gay, but the only cock I needed in my life dangled between my legs.

“And you don’t have it any longer.”

“It was temporary,” she said.

“Okay.” Then, to prove to myself as much as Mary, I leaned over and kissed her on the lips. It was temporary. It didn’t change anything between us.

“She wanted me to choose the cock instead of saving you,” Mary said when I broke the kiss. “I…I was tempted. I fucked all the sluts.”

“Right, they were dripping in cum when Antsy and I came downstairs.”

“Well, I chose to save you. She gave me the power to control everyone but you. Then she told me about a spell that would break you out of it and bind us together forever.” She grinned. “No nun is stealing you away from me now. You’re stuck with me.”

“I can live with that.”

“So I gathered four sluts of my own—Joy, Via, Felicity, and April— and had them seduce my father and—”

“You fucked your father?” A big grin spread across my lips. “Hot.”

“I did. For you. I had promised myself that he was the line I wouldn’t cross, but I needed to bind those four with the Zimmah ritual to keep you from taking control over them.”

“Thank you.” I caressed her cheek.

She smiled. “I loved it. It was so hot. He had no idea he was fucking me. I’m going to do it again.” She shuddered. “I’m lost. I don’t care any longer about how taboo my desires are. I love it. I want to do all the nasty, filthy acts. I tried to fight against my desires. No longer.”

I chuckled, “That’s the spirit.”

Mary snuggled closer. “What nun am I connected to, Mark? Me and my sisters are touched by one. That can’t be a coincidence. It has to be someone close to the family.”

“We need more information. Maybe gold doesn’t mean a nun exactly. Lilith just said we’d recognize one.”

“We really should have had Lilith explain all of this.” Then her eyes widened. “She mentions a book. The spells of the witch of Endor or something like that.”

“Endor?” I asked, trying not to laugh, a smirk creeping across my face. “Like Star Wars? Do we need some Ewoks to help us?”

“Maybe I heard wrong?” Mary wondered, then glared at me, realizing what I had said.

I wiped the smirk off my face.

“Anyway, she said it would complete our magic education and fulfill our other deal.”

Mary stood up and I enjoyed the sight of her naked body as she walked over to her clothes. Her auburn hair fell loosely about her shoulders, her breasts were perky and freckled, and her ass was pleasantly plump. She bent down and I caught a glimpse of her freshly fucked pussy, my cum leaking out of her shaved lips and down her legs. She stood back up, her phone in hand, and came back to the bed.

“Here it is,” Mary said after searching on her phone. “It’s called the ‘Magicks of the Witch of Endor’. Let’s see, Wikipedia says, ‘it is thought to be a thirteenth century pseudepigrapha attributed to the Witch of Endor from the First Book of Samuel chapter 28 verses 3 through 25.’ That’s the Old Testament. Hmm, that’s interesting.”

“What’s a pseudepigrapha?” I asked.

“Umm,” she tapped the screen of her phone, “let’s see. Wikipedia reads, ‘Pseudepigrapha are falsely attributed works, texts whose claimed authorship is represented by a separate author; or a work, whose real author attributed it to a figure of the past.’ I guess that makes it a forgery?”

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Brandon Fitzsimmons – Buckley, WA

“The Witch of Endor, sometimes called the Medium of Endor, was a medium who apparently summoned the prophet Samuel’s spirit, at the demand of King Saul of the Kingdom of Israel in the First Book of Samuel, chapter 28:3–25,” the Wikipedia page read.

Excitement gripped me as I researched what Lilith had told Mary this afternoon. Doug, my PI, had sent me a transcript of his surveillance, catching all of Mary’s conversation with the demon Lilith. If there really was a book with magic spells, it might contain how I could make my own Pact with the Devil.

Then I would have the power to defeat Mark and rescue my wife Desiree from his clutches.

The more I read, the more promising the Magicks of the Witch of Endor sounded. I scanned the Wikipedia article. All the money I was paying Doug to watch Mark had finally returned dividends. I wouldn’t have to stay in hiding forever.

“Only three copies of the Magicks of the Witch of Endor are known to exist,” the article read. “The Institute for Ancient Studies at New York University has one copy. A second copy is in the private collection of August Alfred Bernard, Altgrave of Salm-Reifferscheid-Dyck, who resides in Cologne, Germany. The final copy lies in the Motherhouse of the Order of Mary Magdalene, in Rennes-le-Château, France.”

If the nun’s had a copy, then this had to be an important book.

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Mary Sullivan – Parkland, WA

“…Rennes-le-Château, France.” I finished reading from the Wikipedia article.

“Well, this is starting to seem more and more likely,” Mark grinned. “The Order of Mary Magdalene… That’s what Karen said her nun order was called, right?”

I nodded.

“And if they have this book…” Mark’s smile only grew.

I had the exact same thought as him—we wouldn’t have to consult any unreliable demon like Lilith to learn magic. I was thrilled she was out of our lives. I had used my last boon. I didn’t have to worry about Lilith lurking around and trying to tempt me into dominating Mark. She hated my fiance. She hated all men.

“So, which one do you want go to for?” I asked.

“Want to go to New York?”

I answered my fiance with a grin. I had always wanted to travel.

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Samnag “Sam” Soun – Manhattan, NY

I leaned back in my computer chair, pushing up my glasses as they slipped down my small nose. I was the only Cambodian undergraduate at the Institute of Ancient Studies at NYU. My family had been so proud when I was accept to my undergraduate studies. I loved history.

But I also had to pay my bills, so I worked part time in the Institute’s library, managing the access of the the schools priceless collection of ancient and classical works. Only the finest scholars could come here and examine our documents. It was why I had wanted to be an undergraduate at NYU.

I turned the page of the thick book I read, a critique on the Nag Hameddi texts. There were very few girls that were interested in a textual critique on Coptic, a language spoken in Egypt at the time of Christ. The Nag Hameddi texts were often called the lost books of the bible, though no real scholar would make such a claim.

But they were a fascinating look on early Christian cults and their melding with Greek materialism and the mystery religions.

The phone on my desk rang. I sighed, fighting a yawn, and picked it up. “NYU, Ancient Studies. How may I help you?”

“Yes, I was hoping to take a look at the Magicks of the Witch of Endor,” a man said, his voice breathy with excitement.

“What’s your name, sir?”

“Brandon Fitzsimmons.”

“What’s your field of study, Mr. Fitzsimmons?”

“Uhhh,” the man floundered. “Ehh, just an amateur.”

I fought my groan. “I’m sorry, sir, only someone in an accredited graduate program or who has a Ph.D. in a related field can see our manuscripts. They are far to valuable and fragile to let just anyone look at them.”

“Do you have a transcript available then?”

“Uhh, let me see.” On my computer, our catalog program was open. I typed in the title of the book and hit enter, reading the entry that came up. “No, not on that book, yet, I’m afraid. Our grant ran out before we finished transcribing all of our manuscripts. Is there anything else I can help you with?”

“No,” the man sighed and hung up.

“Thanks for wasting my time,” I muttered before picking up my book.

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Brandon Fitzsimmons – Buckley, WA

I hung up the phone. I stared at the computer screen. There were two other places I could go. France and Germany. I needed to be careful and think this through. Going to Europe meant flying on an airplane, and that meant possibly being flagged by law enforcement.

Mark controlled a lot of law enforcement. I needed to get away from Washington State to be safe. I opened my laptop and searched for plane tickets. I needed a major airport. Preferably on the west coast. I could drive down I-5 to San Fransisco. It was Tuesday. I could make it by tomorrow evening, then take a flight out on Thursday.

Only question, which book should I go for? The one in the possession of the German noble, or the one in the hands of the nuns? I licked my lips. The nuns would have an investment in getting help to defeat Mark. They were outclassed. Mark was winning. They had launched another attack today, but it looked like Mary would unravel it.

I could be the nun’s ally. I had proof that their fellow nun, Sister Louise, was paraded around as Mark’s slut. They called her Karen these days, but the nuns would want her freed. They wouldn’t know my true motivations were to summon the Devil for myself. I smiled. France first, then to Germany if the nun’s proved intractable.

I bet I could convince an old German to at least let me look at his book.

I should leave tonight. Mark would hopefully be distracted by the media storm that would hit tonight. I used a prepaid credit card to reserve my tickets and closed my laptop. I could drive for a few hours and probably get to Portland before I needed to sleep.

I packed up my small safe house. I planned on leaving nothing behind that could be traced to me.

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