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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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And all the world bore witness as the Miracle revealed the Living Gods’ divine nature.

—The Gospel of April 30:01

The Present – The Abyss – Lucifer

I smiled as Lilith dragged Mark’s soul back to his body. It didn’t matter to me that I wouldn’t immediately get Mark’s soul. I had plenty of those pitiful things. Souls were power, currency, in the Abyss. But after millennia of making Pacts with mortals, a thousand souls would be a drop in the bucket for me.

At this moment, Mark was far more valuable alive.

Lilith played her role perfectly. The stupid whore couldn’t help it. She shoved Mark’s soul back into his body. Crimson light flared. The paramedics and firemen working on saving Mark’s life gasped in shock, shielding their eyes against the glare.

Debra Horne-Dannell almost dropped her microphone. Her cameraman never stopped filming. The image was broadcast live to the world, revealing the supernatural to the masses. The beast was born, and all would follow his lies.

Everything was going according to my design. All events served me.

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Mark Glassner – South Hill, WA

…my eyes snapped opened.

I stared up at the sky. I had a mask over my face. Two strange men and a woman leaned over me, their eyes wide. They were paramedics. Why were they…? It all rushed back to me. Alice shooting me, next dying, and then the pact I made with Lilith to heal me.

I sat up, pushing the oxygen mask off my face. I felt something piercing my left arm. I jerked out a needle, connected by a tube to an IV bag. It rustled in Thamina’s hand. My nurse slut stared at me, joy bursting in her eyes as I dropped the needle.

“What the fuck?” the first paramedic shouted, her eyes wide.

My shirt was gone and several bandages were taped to my chest and stomach, blood staining them. I ripped them off, exposing more blood smeared across chest and stomach. I rubbed at my skin, feeling for wounds. I was whole. Healed. Lilith upheld her end of our Pact.

A surge shot through me. I was alive.

I smiled broadly and yelled my exhilaration into the sky. I was alive. I could feel the tickle of grass on my hands, the feel of the warm sun kissing my skin, and a soft breeze rustling my hair. The world smelled rich and wonderful and alive.

“I am alive!” I roared and laughed. Nothing else ever felt so sweet. “Mary, I’m alive!”

“It’s a miracle,” the female paramedic gasped. “The wounds have healed. My god, they’re completely gone.”

There were cops standing around, all staring in amazement at me. “How?” one asked me. “That’s not possible.”

“A miracle,” another whispered.

“Praise God,” a cop whispered.

“What are you…?” a fireman asked. “How did you…?”

“Tell me you got that! Tell me you were rolling film?” a woman demanded, her voice verging on hysterics. Debra from Q13 Fox, her microphone hanging loosely in her hand as she stared in wide-eyed amazement at me. “Tell me you to got that?”

“Holy shit, I got that,” her cameraman answered, pointing is camera at me. “I got the scarlet light and everything. Holy fucking shit! That was unreal.”

“This is unbelievable,” Debra gasped. She touched her earpiece. “Tell me that was broadcasted?” She must be talking to the reporter in studio. “Tell me you all saw what just happened? Jesus, this is the news story of the century. A miracle happened and we caught it live.”

I was about to object to Debra broadcasting me when I got a good look at the cul-de-sac. My heart stopped. It looked like a war zone.

Ambulances, fire trucks, and cop cars lined the street. And everywhere I looked there were people lying on the ground, some had paramedics working on them, others were covered by blankets. Houses and cars were shot up. Bullet casings glinted gold in the sunlight.

And blood. Dark blood pooling on pavement, splashed on the sides of houses, running down the fenders of cars.

I looked back at our house and gasped. Bullet holes ran along the front of the house, shattering windows. Our sluts were clustered on the porch watching me in amazement. A stretcher came out, carried by two firemen. I stared in stunned disbelief as they walked by carrying Xiu. My busty Xiu had a mass of bloody bandages on her stomach and looked so pale as they carried her to a waiting ambulance.

“What the hell happened here?” I whispered. I looked around, searching for my fiancee. The last thing I remembered was Alice shooting at me.

I didn’t see her.

My heart constricted. I bolted to my feet, ignoring the awed looks and mutters as I scanned for Mary. Where was she? The last thing I remembered before the darkness was Mary’s face looking down at me.

I swallowed as my gaze settled on a nearby body covered with a rescue blanket, dark blood seeping through the gray fabric. More dotted the neighborhood and street. Fear constricted my heart. No, she could not be dead. Not when I got a second chance.

“What happened? Where’s Mary?” I asked, spinning around, searching for someone to give me an answer.

“Sir, we were attacked by three nuns with SWAT officers under their control,” a bodyguard told me. She was Black, one of the new guards. 51, I think her number was.

“Where is Mary?” I demanded. Please don’t let her be dead, please.

“A blonde nun took her,” 51 answered bitterly. “We tried to stop her, sir, we did, but…”

“The nuns used the SWAT from the raid,” Violet added from the porch. She held back, her eyes wide. There was a bandage on her forehead. “We were all so frightened, Master.”

Then the slut raced to me, her pigtails streaming behind her. Violet hugged me fiercely. Her movement broke the spell holding the other sluts, clustered on the porch, in place. They raced after her, tears streaming down their face, all talking at once, chirping like birds They clustered around me and each of them reached out to touch me, smiling happily.

“You’re alive, Master,” Alison burst out, her arm around her fiancee Desiree.

“We were so scared, mi Rey.”

“You’re alive,” Korina whispered, rubbing her stomach. She was pregnant with my child.

Beyond, April and Lillian hugged each other and jumped up and down in joy. Jessica and Thamina were supporting Sam, who had a bloody bandage on her leg, but she had a huge smile on her round face.

“You’re alive, Master,” Thamina beamed. “I was so scared.”

All the sluts were accounted for. The paramedics, their eyes wide and face pale, loaded Xiu into the back of an ambulance. Before they closed the doors, the female paramedic gave me one last, shocked look.

I looked for my other sluts, counting them off. Some weren’t here. Who was gone? Willow and Noel were at work. Karen was in the hospital and it was Fiona’s turn to stay with her. Was that all of them? I frowned. No, there was one slut missing.

“Where’s Chasity?” I demanded. “We need to go after the nuns. We need to rescue Mary.”

“She’s dead, sir,” 51 reported sadly.

“Who is dead?” I asked, confused. Not Chasity.

51’s eyes flicked over to a body near the shot-up police cruiser. “Chasity, sir. She died defending Mistress. I got the man who killed her.” She patted the black assault rifle in her hands.

I stared uncomprehendingly at 51. How could Chasity be dead? She was so dependable. Anger flared in me, devouring the confusion and leaving behind cold ash. Those fucking nuns. Why couldn’t they just leave me the fuck alone? I never did anything to them. I felt pain in hand and uncurled my fist to see bloody nail marks in my palm.

“Who else died?” I asked, my words cold with fury as I stared at my hand.

“05, 22, 34, 63, and 78 were killed,” 51 reported, her voice as cold as mine, her eyes tight. “04, 30, and 47 are critically injured and may not survive. And Xiu took a round through the gut as she hid inside the house. Another eighteen bodyguards have moderate injuries. There are only ten of us fit for duty.” She paused. “We killed two nuns and three of the SWAT officers. We critically injured another four and the remaining four sustained moderate to minor injuries and were captured. One nun and a SWAT officer got away. Along with Mary. Alice, the woman who shot you, also she sustained critical injuries and may not survive.”

“Fuck,” I whispered. Emotions threatened to overwhelm me and I shoved them back down. I needed to save Mary. The rest, the grief and anger and guilt, that all could wait.

“Sam!” I barked at the injured Asian graduate student. She was our newest sex slave, recruited to translate the Magicks of the Witch of Endor for us. “Is there any spell in the book that would let me track Mary?”

She frowned, thinking. “Um, yes. The Alluwph ritual. You will need, um, something very personal of the target and hold it in your hands. You then think about the target, about your connection with them, and say Alluwph. The spell will guide you to them.”

Something personal? I frowned then raced into the house and headed into Mary’s art studio. I found my buttoned-down shirt she liked to wear when painting, the fabric stained with browns, blues, greens, and reds. She always looked so beautiful wearing only this shirt. I held it in my hands, thinking about Mary, about her beautiful smile, how the shirt draped her plump ass and how beautiful her bare legs looked.

I concentrated as hard as I possibly could and whispered, “Alluwph.”

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Lilith – The Abyss

Triumph surged through me. It was a shame to save Mark Glassner’s life. But Mark had used the Zimmah ritual. I had to keep him alive until Karen gave birth to my vessel. It grew so swiftly in her. It would only be a few more weeks.

And then I would be reborn and Mark Glassner would pay.

I moved through the Shadows, the highest level of the Abyss, and appeared in Good Sam’s Hospital. I peered through the fabric of realities at the sleeping Karen in her hospital room. One of Mark’s whores, Fiona, sat with Karen, a bored expression on the redhead’s face.

I smiled, Karen was mine now. Well, she was mine until the birth, and that gave me certain power over her.

I manifested into the room. Fiona, dozing in a chair, jumped in alarm, shouting, “Lilith!”

I ignored the stupid girl. There was nothing I could do to her anyways. This manifestation could not interact with the Mortal World except in certain, very limited ways. It didn’t have the freedom of being summoned into a corporeal form, but my connection to my vessel gave me a tenuous link I could use to appear in spirit.

And now, thanks to Mark, I had power over Karen, even if it was only temporary. I reached out and grabbed the unconscious woman’s hand. I could feel her life being slowly drained by my vessel growing quickly inside her.

“Soon,” I whispered to her belly. Soon my vessel would be born, and I would be free of the Abyss forever.

I concentrated and drew Karen with me back into the Shadows. Then I shifted us to Seattle and located the house of Babylon, one of my followers. It was a modest dwelling, but adequate, for now. I concentrated again, and manifested with Karen into living room. Chantelle and Lana jumped in shock, their eyes riveted to the TV.

“My Goddess, did you see…?” Chantelle’s words trailed off.

“My Goddess,” Lana gasped, her large breasts heaving. Crystal, the girl barely into womanhood, fell to her knees and prostrated before me.

“Get her into bed,” I charged my High Priestesses. “Keep her safe until her birth.”

“We won’t fail you, my Goddess,” Chantelle murmured as she and her wife picked up Karen.

“Master,” Karen whispered.

“He’s not your master; he’s your slaver,” Lana hissed, her Slavic face twisting with hatred.

Chantelle nodded her agreement.

I savored the fanatic worship of my followers. They hated Mark and would do anything to see him destroyed. Growing in Lana and Chantalle’s bellies were my monstrous daughters. My black seed would birth new horrors to usher in my rule of mankind.

They carried Karen to a spare room and set her on the bed. Both women stared reverently at Karen’s belly. Lana reached out and placed her hand ever so gently on Karen’s stomach. A smile quickened on her face. Chantelle’s hand joined hers, awe painting her delicate face.

They both knew my vessel grew within the belly of the disgraced nun. I savored the memory of fucking Karen when she had been Sister Louise Afra. When Mark let me fuck his slave was the start of my escape.

And it would be his downfall.

To be continued…

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