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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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Thou shalt not make Pacts with demons.

—The First Commandment of the Theocracy

Lucifer – The Abyss

I watched from the Shadows as Melvyn Howland read Professor Scrivener’s final message when it appeared on the University of Wisconsin’s assignment website Monday, July 25th. The news of the Professor’s death had already spread through the campus. He had been found shot dead in his office the same morning. Melvyn read the note with a sick fascination. It was all about who was responsible for his death and his interesting translation of the Magicks of the Witch of Endor.

Melvyn, or Mel to his friends, wasn’t the first to read the final message. But he was the first to post the Professor’s translation to an occult forum, the UnearthedArcana.com, and linked his post to Reddit. I marveled at the technology of this age. In the past, such a book would take weeks of painstaking work to copy it, with more than one scribe working on it. But now, this young man just shared it to the entire world in a matter of seconds.

For weeks of during the summer, nothing happened. I waited, allowing my plan to unfurl. I had waited millennia; what were a few partly weeks? People read the translation, discussed its contents, and dismissed it as fiction or a hoax. All except Simon Arterbury, posting under the name atterboy-simon, who had the theory that Mark Glassner must have made a Pact with Lucifer.

“All his powers can be explained by this book,” he typed.

Other users shouted him down, all full believers in their false God, Mark, and unable to consider that such a “perfect being” would soil himself by consorting with demons. That comment brought a smile to my lips.

These humans were such blind fools.

Simon, desiring to prove them wrong, went to a grocery store and bought a T-bone steak and waited for dawn on the balcony of his small apartment, his tiny grill burning. He was twenty-seven years old and obsessed with watching college girls. From his balcony, he had a clear view of the local college’s field, and he loved photographing the cheerleaders as they practiced.

“The Shining One, Son of the Morning,” Simon called out. I could smell his sweet offering in the Shadows of the Abyss. His words pulled me to the Mortal World, granting me a respite from my prison. I savored these brief moments, appetizers to be enjoyed. “I give this pleasing offering of flesh and ask that you appear before me. The Shining One, Son of the Morning, appear before your humble servant so that he may beg three favors from you!”

I wasn’t able to have the dramatic entrance I preferred. There was just no room on the balcony for that. I had to settle for his startled jump as I materialized next to him. I was dressed in my usual, dapper suit, dark as smoke, and put a friendly smile on my face to put the insect at ease.

“Holy shit!” Simon exclaimed. “That worked.”

We quickly got down to business. His wishes were so pedestrian. “First, I want the entire Varsity Cheerleading Squad of Townsend College to appear before me as my willing sex slaves. Second, I want the stamina to be able to fuck them all without rest. And third, I want a billion dollars.”

I left the man to fuck his cheerleaders in his cramped apartment. Hours later, Simon dragged himself away from his harem to post on the forum: “I did it haters. Fuk you and fuk your god! Lucifer gave me entire cheerleading squad!!”

He uploaded a photo of himself surrounded by the smiling, naked cheerleaders holding pompoms. The idiot was arrested two days later for kidnapping and rape, the authorities convinced he must have used some drug on the cheerleading squad to turn them into his sex slaves. Well, he had that billion to spend on his defense and twenty girls who all insisted they loved him and belonged to him.

Others summoned me after that.

Scotty Adams wished for the ability to turn himself invisible, that women would enjoy it when he molested them while invisible, and not to suffer the effects of exposure while invisible. The man planned on never being seen again. And soon the Ghost of Paris, Texas became infamous.

Augustin Kudrna wished for every married woman to desire him and let him fuck them, for their husbands to not object as he fucked their wives, and for every woman he fucked to conceive a child if possible.

Yoshida Emi, a teenage girl in Japan, constantly bullied, wished for the ability to kill anyone if she wrote their name down in a notebook. She received this idea from the drivel programming on their TV mortals rotted their brains with. This one was called “Death Note.” That was all she wanted. I didn’t have a problem getting a bargain like that, one wish for her soul instead of three. I had to make one addendum to her power: Mark and Mary Glassner had to be immune.

“I made a pact with them,” I explained to the girl. I needed Mark and Mary. I couldn’t very well let some stupid girl ruin all my plans.

A rash of unexplained deaths plagued Yamamura High School and then spread through her town until people feared her. Those girls who had bullied her became her sex slaves, raped over and over by her strap-on and degraded in other ways.

Marcus Arthursson wished for people to obey his commands, to reshape any woman he wanted, and to have a big cock. Big-breasted women soon flooded St. Paul, Minnesota. They all appeared in their twenties with blonde hair, blue eyes, and tan skin. Within the month, aging women from around the world traveled to St. Paul to regain their youths at the hands of “Doctor” Arthursson.

Getting fucked by him was a small price to pay for youth restored.

Marissa Beckett, separated from her husband, wished for his cock to never get hard again, for the whore with whom he cheated to have the worst case of gonorrhea, and for her final wish, Marissa wanted to get back the body she had at twenty-one and stay that way forever.

She was excited to try out her restored youth and get laid.

Lenox MacCrumb of Scotland wished to be superman. Well, I made him use three wishes to get some of Superman’s powers. He went with Invulnerability, Heat Vision, and Flight, and then set about fighting crime in Glasgow complete with blue tights and a red cape.

I watched as Noel Heinrich read the Magicks of the Witch of Endor, thoughts of revenge against Mark burning in her mind. It was a Saturday morning. Momentous events were about to explode in Tacoma. Her first call was to her mentor, Wyatt Kirby. “I think I found it. How we can become like Mark and take the bastard down.”

Never had I been so busy. The fabric of reality weakened bit by bit as chaos spread.

But my favorite was Brandon Fitzsimmons. Watching him fuck his whore as he prepared to unleash his attack on Mark Glassner. Like Lilith, Mark, and Mary, he was another one of my tools. All ends served me.

To be continued…

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