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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 “The Sluts”

Alison — Desiree Fitzsimmons — Xiu — Korina — Fiona — Violet — Lillian — Nurse Thamina — Karen (Sister Louise Afra) — Jessica St. Pierre, Reporter — Agent Noel Heinrich, FBI — Dr. Willow WolfTail — April — Sam

Demons

Lucifer — Lilith — Marduk

The Cult of Lilith

Lana — Chantelle

Sisters of Mary Magdalene

Mother Superior Maryām — Sister Theodora Mariam — Archangel Gabriel — Dominion Ramiel (Angel) — Sister Agnes Chibuzo — Sister Isabella Cecillia — Doug Allard — Tina Allard

Other

Brandon Fitzsimmons — Antsy (Mark’s Sister) — Alice — Sandy (Mark’s Mother) — Sean (Mary’s Father) — Shannon (Mary’s Older Sister) — Missy (Mary’s Younger Sister) — George (Shannon’s Fiance)— Damien (Missy’s Boyfriend) — Felicity (Sean’s Slut) — Joy (Sandy Slut) — Avialle (Antsy’s Slut) — Rachel — Leah — Jacob

Chapter One

The world changed on Wednesday, June 26th, 2013. The supernatural was revealed—the False Miracle.

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

Monday, June 24th, 2013 – Lilith – The Abyss

I frowned as I spotted Lucifer watching Mark from the Shadows, the topmost layer of the Abyss. I spied him seven times watching Mark and his slut Mary on their despicable trip to New York City where they abused any woman they could get their hands on—a woman on her honeymoon, a pair of twin sisters, their chauffeur, and Samnag Soun, their newest slut.

Their latest victim.

And Lucifer watched it all. He was around more frequently, his light pulsing with excitement. He couldn’t hide it. Something momentous would soon happen. What were his plans? What made Mark Glassner so important?

I moved to Lucifer. A nimbus of light shrouded his body. He claimed to be too perfect, too beautiful, to be seen. The light protected others from his visage. He always was too prideful. It was why he fell into the Abyss.

“Enjoying watching Mark humiliate and degrade more women?” I asked, not bothering to hide my contempt.

I tried not to watch. Today, Mark was holding another tryout for more of his “bodyguards.” Female cops, naked in the June sunshine, wrestled and fucked for his amusement. Each dominated by his powers, believing she wanted to please and protect him.

Only the most beautiful and deadliest would be chosen to expand Mark’s bodyguard. The women he chose last time circled Sparks Stadium in downtown Puyallup, a perimeter protecting him and his whores.

Mary fucked one potential bodyguard with a strap-on while Mark watched. Alison—his pink-haired slut—sucked on his cock. Lucifer’s light pulsed as he watched Mark ram his cock into Alison’s mouth, fucking the enslaved woman.

I would free them all.

“Enjoying this perversion?”

“Yes,” Lucifer answered. “It is my design.”

“For Mark to fuck every woman on the planet?”

“Maybe.”

I grit my teeth. I hated Lucifer. And soon I would be free of the Abyss. Karen, who lay in the nearby Good Samaritan Hospital, incubated my vessel. When she gave birth in a month, I would be reborn. Free.

I just needed to find away to spirit her from Mark’s power. My followers were not strong enough and my monstrous daughters, growing in the wombs of my High Priestess, Chantelle and Lana, would not be born until after my vessel.

But if something momentous approached, something Lucifer waited on, perhaps I could exploit it.

Lucifer pulsed again as Mark dumped his cum into Alison’s mouth. The slut moaned her thanks. I ground my teeth. No woman should have to thank a man for being used as his cum dump. I would flay Mark Glassner. I would leave him howling in agony.

“And how goes your little scheme to escape the Abyss?”

I did not betray my shock. Of course he would know. “Well. My escape is inevitable. I really must thank you for giving me the opportunity.”

“You are most welcome.”

It was no fun to gloat if he was so gracious. “Maybe I’ll assist you with your freedom.”

“Now, Lilith, you shouldn’t lie. You are terrible at it.”

Could he do anything to stop my escape? He could kill Karen or terminate her pregnancy. But Mark had Karen protected, under the supervision of his sluts with medical backgrounds and guarded by his bodyguards. “I am a terrible liar. Honesty is so refreshing in the Abyss. Lucifer, I will savor every free breath I take knowing you are watching me from here.”

“I look forward to watching how you use your freedom.”

I bit back my snarl and retreated. He could be pretending not to care, but I knew he would wail and gnash his teeth once I was free—the first demon to escape in two thousand years. I flashed to Good Samaritan hospital and watched the near-comatose Karen and my vessel swiftly growing in her womb.

Only a month away.

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Tuesday, June 24th, 2013 – Doug Allard – Jebel al-Lawz, Saudi Arabia

The sun rose over the mountain. My wife gasped beside me in the range rover we rented in Tel Aviv. The GPS had guided us to it—Jebel al-Lawz. Our refuge. We would spend the next forty years here waiting for the end of the darkness.

The mountain was red rock rising out of the lifeless desert, it’s conical peak scorched black like the entire peak had been set aflame. Some people thought this was the true Mount Sinai from the old testament, that it was the Arabian Desert, and not the tiny Sinai Peninsula, where the Israelites hand wondered for forty years.

The top of the mountain looked scorched, engulfed in flames as the bible described when the Creator visited Moses.

“This is it,” Tina said in awe.

I still wasn’t used to the youthful face of my wife. We were both in our forties, but we had received the Gift, our bodies reforged into the strength of youth. And the vigor… The back of the Range Rover was roomy enough for making love. We had indulged when we rested on our trip south from Tel Aviv, through Jordan, and finally into Saudi Arabia.

We were lucky to have made it this far. No, Providence had created the lucky circumstances that allowed us to enter Saudi Arabia unchallenged at the Jordanian border. We had no entry visas. Saudi Arabia was not a country foreigners could enter easily.

And yet the strange fire at the checkpoint, consuming the guard post, gave us the opening to drive right across and continue following the road south along the Gulf of Arabia. No authorities, like Saudi Arabia’s dread Religious Police, stopped us as we drove through their land.

The road led to the moment. It loomed higher and higher over us. And then the world rippled. I gasped as light bathed us. A wall appeared of energy. We passed through it, crossing to the other side. I hit the brakes, looking back at the wall. It wavered and vanished.

For an instant, I thought I saw an angel standing along the wall at the distant corner.

“A protective barrier?” whispered Tina. “It must be to hide us.”

I nodded my head. This place had been prepared, a refuge, to keep the original copy of the Magicks of the Witch of Endor safe until it was needed.

I kept driving to the mountain, to our new home. I wasn’t surprised to find a tent waiting for us, already set up and laden with supplies. There was no sign of the original owner. A generator sat beside it connected to a satellite dish pointed into the heavens.

We would not be isolated from the world.

To be continued…

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