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With utter dedication to our Living Gods, the Holy Sluts Alison and Desiree time and time again did battle with the foul Warlocks who made wicked pacts with the forces of Darkness. The very beings who lust to destroy our world. Only our Living Gods and their servants do stand between our world and their infernal machinations.

—The Second Book of Vivian 7:1-3

Noel Heinrich – Patriot Headquarters, Montana

“The ceremony should be starting in an hour,” Wyatt reported.

“Let’s get the golem’s moving,” I ordered.

“It’s still not too late to abort. I’ve seen the crowds gathering on the news. There’s thousands there. All packed together. The golems are not discriminating. It’s going to be a bloodbath! Why not attack their mansion?”

“It has to be a place that we know where they’re at!” I countered. “And someplace public so Mark won’t flee. You’ve seen him. When there are cameras on, he can’t help but play the invincible god! We don’t know their schedule, so we wouldn’t even know when they would be at their mansion, and if we did, we don’t know the layout. They could be anywhere in there and slip away through the Shadows at the first hint of our attack. We’re only going to get one chance at this, so we can’t afford to fuck it up!”

“There has to be a better way, Noel! We can wait for another appearance! One where there aren’t thousands of innocents gathered! We’re supposed to protect these people. Not butcher them!”

I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and steeled my nerves. “Their hunters have forced our hand. Alison and Desiree could find this place at any moment, Wyatt. The time for being careful is over! If thousands have to die, then that’s cheap in my book.”

“Fuck,” he muttered. “Why did I ever listen to you, Noel?”

“Because you can’t stand idle while people are enslaved.”

Wyatt spat. “Fine. Let’s get this bloodbath over with.”

I seized the black sword lying on the table. It felt disgusting in my hand. The blade seemed to drink the light in, reflecting nothing back. It was emptiness hammered into the form of a weapon, like a part of the universe had been cut away, leaving behind a void of nothingness, a hole in the fabric of space. It was Annihilation, and what it cost me to procure this cursed sword haunted my nightmares.

It was the only thing that could harm the spirits guarding the Tyrants in the Shadows. Three of us had been lost trying to slip through the Shadows and assassinate them before we learned just what guarded them. This blade could harm them, could kill them, so to speak. It was Annihilation and would unmake their very souls, ending what was eternal.

I slid it into the sheath hanging from my waist. “Start opening the portals.”

* * *

Alison de la Fuente – One Mile South of Patriot Headquarters, MT

My wife was sleeping, half on her side, her black hair spread out across her pillow. Our sleeping bag was half-unzipped, and her pillowy, brown breasts were exposed to my gaze, topped with her dark nipples. They looked like Hershey’s kisses and tasted just as sweet. It reeked of pussy in the tent. We’d fucked each other like bunny rabbits last night after we finished planning our attack.

We were going to attack the Patriot’s suspected stronghold tonight. Our soldiers were special forces: a mix of SEALs, Delta Forces, and Marine Force Recon. All were veterans of Iraq and Afghanistan, proficient at midnight raids. We each had ten soldiers under our command, all bound to Master with the Ragily prayer. More than enough to storm the house under cover of darkness and eliminate everyone inside.

We had a Predator drone orbiting overhead, and its infrared only showed a dozen or so people living on the ranch. Snipers would take out the sentries, and the rest would rush the compounds and capture or eliminate the Warlocks before they knew what was happening. For now, we just had to wait behind a knoll a mile away from their compound.

And I knew just how I wanted to pass the time.

I dug into my rucksack and found a hot-pink dildo connected to a clear strap-on harness. I quickly pulled them up my slim legs, adjusted the end of the dildo so it pushed against my little clit, and cinched the straps nice and tight.

Movement caught my attention. I studied my wife. The curve her lips twitched as she suppressed a smile.

“Mmm, what a pretty, and helpless, woman I found,” I said out loud. “It would be a shame if some perverted woman came along and molested her.”

Desiree continued her charade of sleep as I grasped the side of our sleeping bag and peeled it to the side, exposing her lush, nut-brown skin. I stroked up her thigh to her plump, Latin ass, squeezing her right butt-cheek. She was so beautiful, almost as breathtaking as Mistress. Every day I was thankful to Master for bringing us together.

Sometimes, I despaired of ever hunting down all these despicable Warlocks. I wanted to spend so much more time with my wife and my Masters. Then stop hunting the Warlocks, my subconscious whispered. Then you can go back to Master and be with him and your wife.

No, I thought back. Desiree needs to do this.

Then let her do it, answered my subconscious. Master needs you at his side. Leave Desiree and go back to him. You never should have married her to begin with!

I love her! I screamed at my subconscious. And I need to help her with this mission!

I didn’t know why I had these regrets about marrying Desiree. I loved her so much, more than Master and Mistress. When we were apart, I ached for her. It had been difficult the last six months being separated from her and our Masters. But Desiree needed to hunt down the Warlocks for what he had done to her.

I needed to help her punish them.

Sadly, it was faster for us to split up. Anger burned inside me; I wanted to make all the Warlocks pay! I hated them all for what he did to my wife. If I could raise Brandon Fitzsimmons from the dead, I would flay every inch of his flesh, starting with the cock that raped my Desiree. Instead, I would have to settle for disposing of all the other Warlocks in the world.

I pushed my anger down and ignored my stupid subconscious. I had a beautiful, “sleeping” wife to molest. I kissed her butt-cheek before smooching my way up her hip and side. I found her ribs and gently moved her arm out of the way so I could follow them to her large melons. I rubbed my cheek against her soft breast.

I found her dark nipple, sweet as chocolate, and sucked it into my hungry lips. I loved nibbling on it, feeling it between my lips. It was such a comfort. Tingles raced down to my pussy. Hot juices ran down my thighs as I squirmed, the dildo swaying.

A soft sigh escaped Desiree’s lips. I looked through a curtain of my pink hair to see Desiree quickly shut her eyes. I nipped her nipple with my teeth and felt her twitch. I released her nipple so I could kiss up the slope of her breast to her shoulder. I bit and nibbled on her shoulder blade, then I nuzzled at the nape of her neck, sucking hard just above her choker and leaving a dark hickey.

I savored the taste of her skin, my excitement mounting. I licked up her neck to her jawline and followed that to her ear. I flicked her lobe and played with it. Anticipatory twitches ran through my body.

“Mmm, you are such a sexy, helpless woman,” I cooed in her ear. “I’m going to stick my cock in your cunt and have my way with you.”

She just let out a pretend, sleepy sigh.

I rolled Desiree onto her back, her black hair falling over her face, and I parted her thighs. I settled between them and rubbed the tip of the dildo across her slit. Desiree twitched every time the hard plastic brushed her clit.

I smiled, loving how she moved, fighting to keep pretending she slept. I brought the fake cock to the entrance of her pussy and pushed just the very tip of the dildo inside her. I savored the base pressing on my clit, sending delight through me.

“Oh, no, what are you doing?” Desiree gasped in mock alarm, pretending to wake up. “Please, stop! I am a virgin!”

“Ooh, that just makes this more fun,” I cackled, pushing the dildo another inch into her pussy.

“No, no, no! Someone help me!” Desiree cried out.

I giggled; she was cheesier than a soap opera.

“I have never been with a man before.”

“I’m no man,” I growled, pushing the dildo another inch into her snatch. “I’m a sexy woman.

Desiree’s hand found my perky breast, fingering the barbell that pierced my nipple, and purred throatily, “Mmm, I see that.” I pushed in again, sinking the dildo almost all the way into her snatch. “No, this is wrong!”

I gently pumped my fake cock in and out of her pussy. “Doesn’t this feel wonderful? Your cunt was made to have my girl-cock shoved inside it!”

“Yes! I mean, no! It’s so wrong! Women shouldn’t be making love! I’m no lesbian! Take it out, please!”

“If that’s what you want?” I sighed and started pulling the dildo out of her. But Desiree’s legs wrapped around me, preventing me from withdrawing. “I thought you wanted me to stop?”

“I… I…” she stammered. “I want you to fuck me!”

I pushed the dildo into her just a little bit. “You want me to fuck you? I thought you weren’t a lesbian!”

“I was wrong!” Desiree moaned. “Fuck me! Make me your lesbian whore!”

I shoved the dildo to the hilt in her, delighting in the pressure on my clit. Hearing Desiree begging to be my lesbian whore was stoking my fires big time. I pounded her pussy hard, my small tits jiggling, pleasure surging through me.

“My little, lesbian whore!” I gasped, watching her breasts bounce as I fucked her. Such big, lush melons. “You love it, don’t you?”

“Yes!” Desiree gasped. “You’ve made me love women! Pound my cunt! Make me cum!”

My orgasm shot hot through my body at those words. An inferno burned through my entire body. I drove the dildo deep into her cunt as I writhed in passion atop her, our naughty fantasy buttering up my juicy snatch.

She kissed my neck and chin, her hips pumping up into my strokes as she ground her clit against my pubic bone. Her hands squeezed my ass, urging me to fuck her harder. I pumped my hips as fast as I could, Desiree panting every time the dildo buried into her snatch.

The pleasure kept rippling through me, my orgasm tingling my whole body as I fucked her. Juices flooded down my thighs as I thrust over and over into her pussy. Her mouth was so hot on my neck as I moaned atop her.

Then she exploded in rapture, writhing beneath me. “¡Mi Sirenita!” Desiree gasped, lost in the pleasure of her orgasm. “¡Me estoy corriendo!”

We both gasped and squirmed together. I rammed my dildo into her snatch, my clit throbbing against the base. I pressed my forehead against hers, staring into her brown eyes as the rapture rippled through us both.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I groaned. “Oh, Desiree.”

“Mi Sirenita,” she panted, her nose brushing mine as our pleasure bled out of us both.

Desiree smiled contentedly at me. So irresistible. I kissed my wife on her plump lips… She held me tight, her hands running across my back. I slipped my pierced tongue into her mouth, explored her and caressed her everywhere.

“I love you,” I told her when I broke the kiss, then I grinned, “Do you want to play…?”

“Ma’ams!” Sergeant Holland shouted from outside, “Something’s going on at the ranch!”

I sighed, kissed Desiree one last time, and shouted, “We’ll be right there, Sergeant.”

“Very good, ma’ams.”

“¡Mierda!” Desiree cursed.

I thought the same thing. I’d only cum once.

After we were hurriedly dressed in camo fatigues, we joined Sergeant Holland, formerly of the Marine Force Recon, on the knoll. At the ranch, the thirteen men and women had gathered outside before the field of rough, clay statues. A pair of them were standing on ladders doing something in the air. I focused my auraculars on the people on the ladders. There was something weird in the air, glowing lines, and the men moved their arms like they were drawing an arc in the air.

“They’re making a portal,” Desiree muttered.

I saw it now. My stomach clenched. That definitely made them Patriots. Only the Patriots and Lilith’s followers knew that spell, and no man followed Lilith. The portal shimmered as it opened onto the misty Shadows. It was huge.

“Why do they need one so big?” I asked my wife.

“I know. It’s easily ten or twelve feet tall and twenty feet wide.”

“That’s more than enough for a human to walk through and…” I groaned; my stomach sank in realization. “That’s tall enough for one of those statues to walk through.”

“¡Mierda! They’re fleeing!” Desiree glanced at Sergeant Holland. “We need to attack right now! Before they get away!”

“Risky,” he answered. “We’d be exposed. There’s not much in the way of cover between here and there.”

They’re not retreating! They’re going to attack the Church! my subconscious screamed. You have to stop them!

“They’re going to use the statues to attack the ceremony!” I shouted, fear hammering in my chest. “Master and Mistress are presenting Chase this morning!”

As I spoke, the front ranks of statues lurched to life. And then more and more ranks. Like a wave rippling through a pond, the roughly shaped, clay figures started moving. A blonde woman was at the portal. She walked through and a group of ten statues followed her into the Shadows.

“I want the drone to drop its hellfire missiles right on the mass of Warlocks!” I ordered the Sergeant.

“Yes, ma’am!” he grabbed his field radio and relayed his orders.

Desiree grabbed her radio, “Snipers, take out their sentries! All other units prepare to assault the compound!”

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Noel Heinrich

The portal sprang to life as Ben and Jarvis finished drawing their circle, the gray mists of the Shadows pressing against the portal’s plane like smoke against a glass window. The pair climbed down their ladders. I nodded in satisfaction that they’d made it big enough, then surveyed the field of golems, all roughly shaped from the red clay we had dug out of a nearby hill. Each was hulking, standing ten feet tall and broad-shouldered, but only had the vaguest resemblance to a human, like they were merely cut-outs in the shape of a human without any of the fine details: eyes, nose, muscle definition, hair, lips, bellybutton. They stood motionless, waiting for a Warlock to activate them. We had a hundred and thirty. Ten for each of us.

I took a deep breath and yelled the golems’ activation order: “Met!”

The first ten shook and came to life.

Wyatt shouted the order, then Jarvis, Ben, Gus, Marrisa, and the rest. Row after row of the hulks came to life, their clay bodies creaking as they began to move. Hebrew letters appeared on their foreheads, blazing scarlet. They spelled a single word: death. They would wreak havoc in the church, killing anyone who got between them and their target. They would not stop, they would not tire, they would only kill. Even if we were struck down, they would keep killing. And Mark, wanting to prove how great and mighty he was, would throw himself into the fray.

I smiled; he’d be overwhelmed.

Drawing Annihilation, I stepped through the portal. With booming footsteps, the ten golems under my command followed me into the Shadows. I peered around the mists, keeping a wary eye for Mark’s ghosts. I didn’t see any. But you couldn’t see far through the fog. I glanced behind me, watching my golems stump through the portal. Wyatt and the other Patriots waited for their turn, standing in a group by the portal.

They all looked uncomfortable, nervous, talking to each other or smoking a cigarette. Arms folded, tension in their eyes. And guilt. Wyatt looked at the ground, his shoulders slumped. None of them liked my plan. But we had run out of options. Mark was too powerful, and we were being hunted down like dogs. There was—

Fire engulfed my compatriots.

Red and orange erupted in the blink of an eye, boiling with fury. A rapidly expanding cloud of flames and smoke consumed them and then ripped through the ranks of the golems like a combine through a wheat field, battering their bodies into chunks of red clay.

The shock wave slammed into me.

The fog spun about me as I was thrown by the force of the explosion. Annihilation flew from my hand. I tumbled through gray mist, struggling to comprehend what had happened as I was tossed like a piece of debris in a hurricane. I landed on my arm with a sickening crunch. Pain roared through me. I rolled across the ground and came to a rest next to the black blade. It had landed point down, sunk to the hilt into the gray rocks.

What just happened?

I lay dazed, my ears ringing. My thoughts were scattered and my mind groggy. The image of Wyatt and the other Patriots waiting for their turn to enter was burned into my mind. They’d been standing together talking or smoking a cigarette, waiting for their turn to lead their golems through the portal, when—

My thoughts froze.

They were all dead: Davin, Jarvis, Marrisa, Nyree, Kilie, Ben, Alec, and Gus. I was the last Patriot left.

I felt numb, too stunned for grief. Mark had found us and sent some sort of air strike. I should be dead, too. I had barely entered the Shadows when it happened. My body shook. I missed death by mere seconds. The weight of what just happened fell on my soul.

I was the only one left.

It fell on me to save the world. That weight almost crushed me.

“I’ll see you dead, Mark!” I screamed into the shadows. “You’ll pay for every innocent life you destroyed!”

I sat up, trying to ignore the pain of my broken left arm. I glanced once at it and almost threw up. It was twisted. A splinter of white bone jutted bloody out the side. I grasped Annihilation with my good arm and struggled to my feet. Surrounding me stood my golems, patiently waiting for their orders. Two were destroyed in the blast, and another had lost an arm.

I was the last Patriot!

I would see Mark Glassner dead even if it cost me my life. Gritting my teeth, I led my golems through the mists.

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