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Cast of Characters

Warlocks

Mark Glassner — Mary Sullivan

Sex Slaves “The Sluts”

Alison — Desiree Fitzsimmons — Xiu — Korina— Violet — Lillian — Chastity (deceased) — Karen (Sister Louise Afra) — Jessica St. Pierre — April

Servants

Samnag “Sam” (Holy Vizier) — Candy (Sam’s Girlfriend) — Dr. Willow WolfTail — 51 (Chief Bodyguard) — Rachel — Leah (Chauffeur) — Jacob — Monique — Lize — Lynda (Pilot) — Joslyn (Pilot)

The Living Church

Daisy & Rose Cunningham (High Priestesses)

Demons

Lucifer — Lilith — Marduk — Molech

The Cult of Lilith

Lana — Chantelle — Babylon — Crystal — Starlight — Nurse Thamina — Fiona — Tir (monster) — Lamia (Monster) — Cora (monster) — Ziki (monster) — Di (monster) — Emi (monster)

Sisters of Mary Magdalene

Mother Superior Maryām — Archangel Gabriel — Dominion Ramiel (Angel) — Doug Allard — Tina Allard — Azrael (Angel)

Other

Antsy (Mark’s Sister) — Alice — Sandy (Mark’s Mother) — Sean (Mary’s Father) — Tiffany (Mary’s Mother, Sister Theodora Mariam) — Shannon (Mary’s Older Sister) — Missy (Mary’s Younger Sister) — George (Shannon’s Fiance)— Damien (Missy’s Boyfriend) — Avialle (Antsy’s Girlfriend) — Agent Noel Heinrich, FBI (Former Slut) — Craig Erikson (Mayor of Seattle)

Chapter One

On September 30th, 2013, amidst blood and fire, the Tyrants’ reign began. In the name of Peace and Security, they put mankind beneath their Oppression. To fight the Darkness, the False Gods, Mark and Mary Glassner, shrouded the World in Night.

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

September 30th, 2013 – Mark Glassner – Tacoma, WA

I stood with my wife naked before the awed crowd of soldiers and reporters. Worship burned in their eyes. They knew what we were—Gods. Their Gods. We had battled the False God, Brandon Fitzsimmons, and defeated him, ending his tyranny which had run rampant for the last three days.

And now he was dead, executed at our orders.

We gave the order. 51 pulled the trigger. I didn’t look at the corpse at our feet. He was a monster. I had no sympathy for the man. Not after he had me beaten the last three days. Tortured me. I had lived in agony. I would have died, but Mary came to my rescue.

The bastard had hurt her, too.

“The Living Gods,” the soldiers breathed as they bowed before us. They were US Army soldiers from nearby Joint Base Lewis-McChord, previously under the domination of Brandon. Like us, he was a Warlock who wished for mind control powers.

And he did not hold back in using them.

I pulled my wife to me, unashamed at our nudity. Our bodies were perfect and youthful. The Gift of the Spirit, which we both now possessed, would keep me at my most physically fit and Mary at her most sexually beautiful. Awe filled me whenever I glanced at my wife. Something happened in France, something that transformed her feelings on how we should use our powers.

“We have to dominate the world, Mark,” she had whispered in my ear ten minutes ago. “We’ve started something terrible. A darkness approaches. We have to take some responsibility and fight back.”

Her words chilled my blood, a blast of arctic wind howling across my soul. I had opened my mouth to question her, but she pressed a finger to my lips and shook her head, emerald eyes flashing a warning. I trusted her. I loved her.

She must have her reasons for not speaking more about it.

Her next words transformed the arctic gale into a raging maelstrom when she said, “That’s why we need to prepare. We need to lead mankind, guide them and protect them. Rule them. The Nuns are done. There is only you and me.

“We can make a better world, Mark. A utopia!”

“We were doing that. That’s why I’m running for office.”

She had shaken her head, her mane of auburn hair dancing about her shoulders. “We’re already worshiped as gods. I thought about this on the flight back from France. We need to galvanize the world and unite it under us. The entire world will worship us. It’ll be a…Theocracy.”

My eyes grew wider and wider as she laid out her idea for the Theocracy. Mary had always been the cautious one, afraid of harming people, and now she wanted to enslave the entire world. We’d make them happy. We’d eliminate all the petty hatreds that had pointlessly divided mankind: sex, race, religion, creed, sexual orientation. We would be their Gods, loving and protecting them—ruling them gently.

Whatever scared my wife, whatever dark secret she had learned from the Mother Superior, had driven her to this decision. I knew it was merely an extension of the direction we were already heading, but it was still as shocking as grabbing a downed power line. Right now, we were going slow, not forcing people to worship us—guiding instead of commanding.

But after Brandon’s dramatic attack on us using an army, I didn’t have a problem with her plan. We needed power. We had been too laid back, too lax, and the consequences had been almost catastrophic. We needed an army. Brandon had taught me what true power was.

“A utopia,” I agreed. “We’ll give it to them and command them to love it.”

Now, wreathed in flames, the power stolen from Molech when I slew the demon, we faced the cameras of the world. It was time to begin.

“We have walked through blood and fire for you,” I shouted, feeling the energy of the soldiers staring at us with worshipful eyes and all the cameras trained on us. They would be broadcasting live, with no delay—Brandon would have ensured that—so our powers would dominate any who heard our words and understood them. “We have suffered and been tested by the first agent of the coming darkness.”

“We have triumphed,” my wife said, her words ringing with steel. She had been so glorious today. “But it is only the first blow. Demons are real, and their agents seek our world’s destruction. Lilith is free, and others of her ilk may walk the earth. And that is why we are here.”

“To protect you.”

“We are your Living Gods.”

We hadn’t practiced, but the words flowed from us.

“So bow,” Mary said. “Bow and worship your Living Gods. You love us all. You serve us, and you obey us. The time of nations is over.”

“The time of false religions poisoning us with their rigid morality, driving us to kill and hurt and maim each other is finished.” Anger swelled in me. “We bring you a religion of love. We shall teach you to care for your neighbors.”

“To love all mankind.”

“Which is why every nation on earth, the rulers who have abused you, tricked you, oppressed you, must now bend a knee to our Theocracy. We are here to free you from the shackles of oppression. Everyone who hears my voice, know the truth: You are citizens of the Theocracy, you obey all its laws, and you will never hurt another human being. You will only love them as you love us.”

“Because you all love us,” Mary commanded. “You love us, and you find such joy in obeying our decrees and that of the Theocracy.”

Across the United States and the world, everyone who watched us and understood our words fell under our power. I did not know what was coming, but I would ready the world. I would trust my wife and deliver a united mankind to face this growing darkness.

We would enslave the world for their own good. We would protect them.

I gazed at the soldiers who knelt before us in the square, the very men who had attacked us. Tears fell from their eyes. I could see the love on their faces. The awe at gazing at living gods. I had forgiven them already for the terrible crimes they had committed under Brandon’s control. I could see the gratitude that my absolution had given them.

It was intoxicating. I could feel their love, their devotion, and I drank it in like water through the roots of a majestic oak tree.

“We need soldiers!” I proclaimed. “Loyal men and women who pledge their lives to protect mankind from the coming darkness.”

“A great evil stirs in the world!” Mary declared passionately. “Lilith the Demoness walks the world, corrupting mankind, and other forces stir in the shadows! You have a choice, soldiers: serve us and fight the darkness, or be cowards and slink off to your loved ones and watch the world die, knowing deep in your hearts you could have done something to stop it!”

“Soldiers, you were falsely used by Brandon. So find glory in serving us!” I roared. “I ask that you swear fidelity and obedience to us, to fight the Darkness and save the World!”

The soldiers’ cheers boomed. They thundered off the walls of the courthouse and jail, echoing around us. They rose, pumping fists. All these young men were so eager to fight and defend the world. They were all volunteers. They all wanted to serve and protect.

Mary’s words scared me even more. What was coming was demonic. The angel Azrael, who trained me in my heavenly powers, had told me of a prayer that would gift soldiers protections from demonic powers, allowing their weapons to harm spiritual flesh. The angel wasn’t sure how many I could bind. A normal monk could have at most a hundred, but I was different. I had access to far more power.

I felt it when I fought Molech, drawing on all the people bound to me, pooling our energies to fuel the dead I had summoned. When I killed Molech, his powers flowed into me and then into Mary. I don’t know why the power passed into my wife. Maybe because our souls were bound so tightly with wishes and magics, or maybe because Molech’s essence was too much for my soul alone to contain. Whatever the reason, we had a new source of energy to access.

“Then kneel and pledge to me,” I said, breaking away from my wife and telling them their oaths of service, the words that would bind them to me with the Ragily prayer.

Their voices thundered as they spoke: “I pledge my rifle to the service of Mark and Mary Glassner. With obedience and fidelity, shall I follow his leadership. Until my Gods release me or death takes me.”

As the assembled group of soldiers—easily more than two hundred of them—finished their oaths, power flowed out of me and into them. Their auras remained black, a Thrall’s aura, but a halo of gold surrounded the darkness. According to Azrael, they would be loyal and incorruptible.

And there were far more soldiers occupying Tacoma and stationed at Joint Base Lewis-McChord that could swear to me and create an army—my army. Brandon had shown just how dangerous an army in the hands of a Warlock could be.

“My Lord,” an older man with stars on his fatigues said as he stood before me, snapping a crisp salute. He, too, had sworn the oath, tears staining his face. “Lieutenant-General Arthur Brooks, commander I Corps and JBLM.”

“Good. Assemble all of your soldiers, General,” I told him, awkwardly saluting him back. I would have to practice that. A God should appear proficient in all things. “The occupation of Tacoma is over.”

“Very well, sir.” He paused. “And what would you have us do with the President, sir?”

I frowned. “What?”

“The President and most of the cabinet are imprisoned here in the jail. At the False God’s orders.” His eyes glanced over at the corpse of Brandon Fitzsimmons.

“Free him,” Mary ordered. “Bring him to us.”

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Mary Glassner

I was so scared. So terrified by what Mother Superior Maryām told me in the basement of the Nun’s Motherhouse. She would only speak in a secure room, the Matmown. A place where no spiritual entity could spy on us and hear our words. The Devil, Lucifer himself, the entity that Mark and I made our Pacts with, was using us to escape Hell.

To turn Earth into his fief.

I would not let that happen. Mark and I had to take responsibility for making our selfish wishes. We just wanted to have fun. To fuck whom we wanted, to live lives of hedonistic pleasure. And this was the cost. How many had died thanks to Brandon’s brutality? How many more would die if Lucifer escaped? And if Mark or I didn’t do it, he would use another pawn.

No demons could ever be summoned again. And there was only one way to do that.

The Theocracy. The entire world under our power. It was a horrifying necessity.

Mark’s soldiers escorted the President out of the jail. The older man looked bedraggled, his clothing rumpled. His cabinet followed, looking equally disheveled. Brandon must have kept them locked up in jail after the dramatic surrender of the United States to the bastard Saturday night.

“What did I do?” the President asked, his eyes so wide as he stumbled to us. The flames still burned around us. It was… a weird sensation. I could feel the fire rippling out of my soul. I could control it. I had used it to burn Brandon’s hands while he strangled me. “Dear God, what did I do?”

“You fell under the False God’s spell,” I told him with a gentle smile. The cameras were still rolling. I had to show the world, especially those who weren’t watching live and wouldn’t fall under our powers, that we were different from Brandon. Benevolent.

The loving Living Gods, not the tyrannical monster dead at our feet.

The President stumbled as I took his hand, and the weary 51 caught him. Our chief bodyguard, her dark face stained, had a strong grip. Despite all she suffered, she was still so powerful. She hadn’t broken.

“You were tricked,” Mark said. “But that’s okay, Mr. President.”

“I’m not the president,” he muttered. “I gave away the country. I surrendered to him.”

“But you are, sir.” I squeezed his hand. “You are the President. And you are our servant. We need you.”

“You do?” he asked, my commands settling on him.

“We need you to guide the United States of America on its journey of integrating into our Theocracy,” Mark said, catching on fast. “We trust you, Mr. President. The American people trust you.”

The man’s back straightened more, his chest puffing out. “Thank you, um…?”

“You can address us as ‘my Living Gods’ or ‘Your Eminence,’” I said. I think the Pope was called ‘Your Eminence.’ It sounded…fine. We couldn’t let people call us by our names. We had to be remote. “All you have to do is kneel and swear your allegiance to the Theocracy.”

“Because you want nothing more than for America to become a part of the Theocracy, to unite with love with all of the nations of mankind,” Mark added.

“Yes,” he said and knelt. “On behalf of the United States of America, I swear fealty to the Living Gods and your Theocracy, to faithfully follow your laws and commands, to serve you always.” Tears fell down his cheeks as Mark placed a hand on his head in benediction. Though my husband looked calm and deific, I could see the slight embarrassment tensing his body.

He felt ridiculous doing this mummer’s farce. But the soldiers cheered. They loved it. They believed we were gods. We had to embrace it all.

“Now, cabinet secretaries,” Mark commanded. “Kneel and swear your allegiance to our Theocracy.”

It hit me then. The power that we just gained. The United States of America was ours, and soon the rest of the world. I almost swayed with that dizzy revelation. Back in June, when this all started, I never would have imagined this is where it would end.

“Thank you, Mr. President,” Mark said, helping the man to his feet after his cabinet secretaries knelt. “Your first order is to bring the head of every Federal Agency to me so they, too, will swear fealty. Especially the intelligence agencies.”

“Absolutely, my Living God,” the President agreed, his aura so deeply black now.

I was so tired. There was no more to say. I hardly slept since this began. I leaned against Mark and whispered, “I want to go.”

“Yeah,” he smiled. “Long day. Good to be somewhere familiar.”

He didn’t know.

“It’s gone, Mark,” I told him.

“What?”

“Our home. The neighborhood. It’s gone.” Tears burned in my eyes. “Brandon burned it all. He destroyed the foundation of our mansion and burned the pavilion where the Living Church met.”

Mark’s jaw clenched. “I see. The Cunningham sisters? Our other followers?”

“The sisters are fine. No one was at the pavilion when it was burned. I don’t think Brandon hunted for them. And I imagine most of our followers fell under his powers.”

“Good,” Mark said. Then he looked around. “Where’s Violet?”

My heart beat faster. I had forgotten about her in the wake of Brandon nearly killing me. “I don’t know. Brandon never advertised her death on TV like the bodyguards who… died.”

Mark turned. “51?”

“She never arrived with the others kept in the courtyard,” 51 said.

Mark’s head snapped over. “General Brooks, one of my women is missing. Violet Matheson. I want her found!”

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Lillian Franks – Osage Field, KS

I bounced on my seat aboard the commercial airliner as it took off from Osage Field, leaving behind the emergency bunker we had been staying at since Saturday evening when we fled with Mistress just ahead of Brandon’s goons. But that was all over. The last three days of fear and terror didn’t matter.

Master was free. Mistress had saved him.

His mother still cried, hugging her girlfriend Betty in first class, and I could still hear Missy bouncing with excitement at the front of the plane, boasting about how awesome her sister was. I understood; the same exhilaration flowed through me.

I glanced at Xiu and Korina sitting in the same row as me, both holding hands and beaming. Xiu was naked, like a good slut, her large breasts jiggling, her butterfly charms swaying each from a chain that pierced her nipples.

She loved it when you pulled on those.

Master had arranged the plane. He must have made a bunch of calls to get it here so fast. Barely a half-hour after the news hit, this plane had landed at Osage Field, the aircrew instructed to take us back. They looked at us strangely, clearly not under our Masters’ powers.

But I didn’t care.

Master was safe. And it was time to party.

The fasten seatbelt light dinging off sprang me into action. I hopped up naked, my breasts bouncing, my hair swaying about my shoulders. I stood in the aisle. “Let’s get wild!” I shouted. “Let’s celebrate in style!”

Only Korina and Xiu cheered, the two sluts eager to have fun. Jessica hopped up in the aisle, too, her caramel-skinned body so sexy. But April and Alison were still worried. There was no word about Violet, April’s girlfriend, and Alison had witnessed Desiree’s rape broadcasted on national TV. Her wife had submitted, acting like she loved and worshiped Brandon.

It had her frightened.

“April, Alison, come on. We’re sluts! Let’s act like it!”

“I’m okay,” Alison said, the pink-haired girl staring out the window.

“Never thought I’d see the day she didn’t want to fuck,” Korina said, the doll-faced slut pressing into me from behind. She had boobs as big as Xiu’s, but the Chinese slut’s smaller frame made Xiu’s tits look obscenely huge on her.

“I know,” I said, then glanced at nerdy, bushy-haired April. “You want to join in?”

“I’m working on my gospel,” April said. “So much happened. It has to be recorded.”

“I know she’s fine,” I said, biting my lip. “Nothing bad has happened to Violet.”

“I know,” April said. “I’m sure she’ll be waiting for us.”

My stomach twisted. She was killing the vibe. “It’s hard to have fun when you’re so depressed.”

“Sorry.” She pushed up her glasses. “It’s just… I need to know she’s fine. I’m so happy Mistress rescued Master, I am, but Violet…” She shivered. “She’s such a sweet girl.”

“She is,” Korina said, hugging me tighter. Then she broke away from me.

I turned, seeing her crying in Xiu’s arms, her body shaking. I took a deep breath, worry attacking me. I moved to April, sitting down beside her, and glanced at her laptop. She was working on her gospel, the holy book about our Master and Mistress. It was an… edited version of true events.

Us sluts knew they weren’t Gods, that they had made deals with demons, but it was important that others believed a… sanitized reality. Especially after that stirring speech they gave. The entire world would be theirs. And we would be there to support them.

I put my arm around her shoulder. “She’ll be fine. We’ll see her together. Okay?”

April nodded her head. She gave me a smile. “Thanks.”

“You love her, huh?”

She nodded her head again, finger typing.

“Like Alison and Desiree?”

“Maybe,” April said, her fingers typing more, her forehead furrowing in concentration.

I didn’t say anything else. I just let her type. I glanced at Korina and Xiu. The pair hugged. Another relationship blossoming. Jessica sat beside Alison, whispering to her. Alison just nodded, still staring out the window, her youthful face tight.

I took a deep breath. We still had several hours of flying ahead of us before we would be back with Master. And Violet would be there. All the sluts would be reunited. We weren’t losing any more.

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