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The demon retreated to her foul nest and unleashed all her children to escape our Living God’s righteous blade!

—The Gospel of April 50:8

Fiona Cavanagh – Seattle, WA

The glass doors at the entrance of city hall rattled as explosions rocked Seattle. I peered out of them, staring at the black smoke billowing between the skyscrapers. Jets screamed overhead, dropping bombs on the masses of Lilith’s daughters forming up down the street before the government building. I swallowed, fear churning my stomach into an acidic froth, the bile creeping up my throat. Something had gone wrong at the meeting.

Mark was invading Seattle.

I glanced at my wife, Thamina, at her stomach. She was two months pregnant with our daughter and death came for Seattle. My hands grew cold, clammy. Mark had unleashed his entire military might on Lilith. We would die with her.

So I had to get us out of here.

Lilith’s limo screeched to a halt before city hall. The goddess burst out of it, breathless. Sweat soaked her clinging red dress, her face flushed. She raced to the doors like she ran a marathon. Her violet eyes were wild as she strode up the steps of city hall, her silver hair frazzled. She didn’t look like a goddess at all, but a frightened woman.

Why did I ever follow this pathetic creature?

“Your damned daughter failed, Fiona!” she snarled at me after bursting through the doors. “All she had to do was stab Mark, and the stupid cunt couldn’t even do that!”

“What?” I asked in confusion. Ziki, my monstrous daughter, was masquerading as Jessica, spying on Mark. Why did she try to stab him? “Is she okay?”

Lilith waved her hand dismissively. “She was always on a suicide mission.”

Heat vanished from my body. A cold rage replaced the fear seething in my stomach. Lilith sent my daughter to her death! I clenched my fist, trying to control the anger inside me. I wanted to strike the bitch down. My beautiful Ziki could become anything, take any form. She just wanted to please her mother, and Lilith didn’t give a shit about her?

“Thamina, tell your daughter to unleash the Wormwood!” snarled Lilith, her silver hair sweeping about her as she rounded on my wife. “I promised Mark what would happen if he attacked me. Let every filthy man on this planet die.”

“Yes, Lilith,” Thamina said, almost choking on her words.

“I’ll be in the bunker,” the phony goddess snapped. Then she scurried deeper inside the building, flinching as another explosion rocked the world.

My daughter was dead. Lilith sent her to her death. My daughter was dead.

“I’m sorry,” Thamina whispered.

She caught me as my knees buckled. “My daughter’s dead.”

“I know. But we need to stay strong. This is our chance.”

“Our chance?” I mumbled. My daughter was dead.

“Lilith is done,” Thamina continued. “We have to act now, Fiona! For us. For our unborn daughter. We have to stop Tir and Vera.” A steely resolve crossed Thamina’s face. “We have to kill them. They’ll unleash Wormwood no matter what we do. They’re devoted to Lilith.”

I glanced at Thamina. “Tir’s your daughter.” My daughter was dead. Anger burned inside me. Lilith sent my daughter to her death!

“I know.” Her steely resolve wavered, tears brimming in her eyes. “I know her. She loves Lilith and will carry out her final orders no matter what. We need to do the right thing. For our daughter.”

I pushed my grief down and placed a hand on her belly. “For our daughter.” I took a deep breath. “I’ll take care of Tir.”

“No, she’s my daughter.”

“You sure?”

“No.” Her voice was hard as steel, hard as diamond. “But it has to be done.”

We rushed through city hall, passing panicked women huddling in the corridors while Lilith’s monstrous daughters raced to join the fight, all willing to die to protect a mother who didn’t care about them at all, saw them only as tools to be used and discarded when they broke.

My daughter was dead!

We reached the third floor and found Vera and Tir waiting in Thamina’s office. Just like they were ordered to. Thamina was supposed to open a portal so they could escape Seattle and spread the plague if Lilith died.

I drew my bronze dagger as Thamina drew hers.

I walked over to Vera, a sickly-looking creature, her skin as thin as paper. “Is Mother alive?” she asked, her voice rasping. “Has Mark…?”

“She still lives,” I said. “You know what to do?”

She nodded as I came closer. She trusted me.

“My daughter,” Thamina said before throwing her arms around Tir’s neck. She hugged the lithe monster to her, and stroked Tir’s tawny hair entwined with black feathers. “I love you so very much.”

“I love you, too, Mother,” Tir replied, hugging Thamina back.

My bronze dagger, enchanted to harm spiritual flesh, took Vera in the heart. Surprise froze on the monster’s face as her blood oozed over my hand, black as death. With a gurgling sigh, she slid backward and flopped onto the ground.

“Mother?” Tir asked plaintively, sounding like a little girl. I turned to see Thamina helping Tir slump to the ground, a dagger stuck in her daughter’s back. “Why, Mother?”

“I couldn’t let you kill any more people,” Thamina said, tears pouring down her face. “I’m so sorry. I love you, Tir.”

Tir’s sapphire eyes widened. Her body twitched and spasmed. She opened her mouth to speak, but only thick blood came out. She convulsed a final time, then went still. Thamina collapsed on her daughter’s body, shaking as she sobbed her grief into her murdered daughter’s flesh.

“I’m so sorry, Tir! What did I do? I’m so sorry!”

I knelt beside my wife, hugged her body, and grieved for both of our daughters.

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Mark Glassner

I was death as I strode through the building, Chasity at my side. Every daughter of Lilith fell before my blade or the weapons of my ghosts. Even now, the spirits swept through the building, hunting for Lilith and killing any monsters they found. My blade rose and fell, hacking through inhuman flesh. Gore splattered my golden armor.

“Lilith!” I roared and kicked in the next door. It splintered open.

Fiona looked up at me as I strode through the wreckage, her face stained with tears. Two monsters lay dead in the room, bronze daggers buried in their flesh. Next to Fiona, Thamina sobbed into the chest of a tawny-haired monster, the redhead’s arm around the Arab woman’s shoulder, holding her. I ignored the women, studying the monsters. Sam had drilled the various aspects of Lilith’s daughters into my head. One of the corpses was a Dever, and the other was a Tir, both plague-causing creatures.

“She’s not here,” Fiona hissed. “You can find her in the bunker!”

“What trick is this?” I demanded of my former slut. The last time I saw her, when we captured her a year ago, she had been all defiance, loyal to Lilith.

“That bitch needs to pay! She killed my daughter!” Spittle flew from Fiona’s lips. “The bunker’s in the basement.” She pulled an amulet from around her neck and tossed it to me. “You’ll need that to enter. And Mark…”

“Yes?” I asked, barely keeping my rage in check. I wanted to squeeze Lilith’s throat with my bare hands. No, I needed to. My hands itched to feel her fear pulsing through her throat.

“Make the bitch suffer!”

“She will,” I promised, clutching the amulet.

“Mark,” a pitiful voice croaked. Thamina’s voice. “You don’t need to worry about Lilith unleashing the plague. W-we killed…” Her voice trailed off as a fresh bout of tears overwhelmed her.

I glanced at the two corpses and nodded in understanding.

“The basement!” I barked at Chasity. “Recall the ghosts!”

“Yes, sir!” she snapped.

As we marched through the building, more and more of my dead servants streamed silver through the walls, animated mist flowing behind us, their faces grim. There were twelve by the time we descended the stairs, the other ten unsummoned by wounds from Lilith’s daughters.

“For Mother!” roared a leonine woman. She leaped out of an alcove as we reached the basement, and a spine struck 32 in the eye.

The Korean ghost melted into fading fog.

The leonine monster barreled straight at me. I didn’t have fucking time for this!

My sword flickered. Her head sailed from her body and rolled to rest before an iron-black door carved with symbols. I twisted and let her body crash in a dead heap behind me. I strode to the door, kicked the head savagely down the hall, and held up the bronze amulet Fiona gave me. It was triangular, carved with a single character, and matched a recessed hole in the door.

I shoved it into the slot. A groan shuddered through the air as the iron door swung outward. I strode in, scanning through the room. Symbols, not unlike the letters stamped inside a Matmown, were drawn in black marker on the white-painted walls.

Lilith waited for me, naked, her lush body on display. She stretched out on a table in open invitation.

“Mark,” Lilith purred. Her Lust washed uselessly over me. The Gift of the Spirit armored me against her powers. “Your wife was a beautiful woman, for a mortal, but think of the delights you could have with me as your consort. I know you grieve for her, but that will pass in time. And together, think of all we can accomplish!”

I marched forward, letting my sword vanish into golden motes and my armor dissolve into glittering rain. She writhed in eager passion, a serpent waiting for its prey, triumph shining in her eyes. She parted her thighs, her silver bush, soaked in lust, hid the treasure of her cunt.

“Yes, come to me. Together, Mark, together we can—”

My fist gripped her throat, silencing the bitch. Cold fury gripped me as I slammed her onto her back, delighting in her head snapping against the table. She squirmed and writhed like a disgusting worm. Her life fluttered beneath my grip.

I savored it, the icy chill gripping my thoughts, my heart beating slow, steady.

“Mary still lives.” The smile felt cold, cruel on my lips. “For now.”

I let my words sink into her, watched the fear blossom in her eyes. She clawed at my hand; I ignored the burning pain of her raking nails, and savored her terror. She flopped like a fish, her big tits heaving. Lush and large and bigger than my Mary’s.

But they didn’t have her plump ripeness, her perky jiggling.

“Get me something to bind the bitch!” I snarled.

“Over here, Master,” a weak voice said.

I glanced over my shoulder. I almost let go of Lilith as the shock slammed through my body. My breath exploded from my chest as I witnessed a pale, emaciated Jessica manacled to the wall in the corner of the bunker. I could see her ribs poking at her skin, and her skin hung in loose folds around her sunken stomach, her face gaunt.

“Jessica!” Chasity snarled, pointing at her and snapping her fingers.

The ghosts flowed around my weakened slave, ripping apart the chains. Metal fell to the ground in mighty clinks. Jessica slumped forward into the arms of two of the spirits. They supported her as she tottered towards me on legs skinnier than most people’s arms. A look of disbelieving hope shone on her face.

“You came for me, Master,” she said, tears spilling down from her eyes. They looked so big on her fleshless face.

My throat grew tight, guilt choking my esophagus. “I didn’t know you were missing.” My hand tightened about Lilith’s neck, fingers itching to break her. How long had she been a prisoner? For the last year? Did we… Did we exchange Fiona for an impostor Jessica? “But you’re safe now.”

“We have her, Master,” Chasity whispered, touching my arm, emotion shining in her dead eyes. “Lilith won’t escape us.”

I nodded as the ghosts surging around me grasped the demoness’s body.

“Take care of Jessica, Master,” Karen said, something vicious on her face. “I’ll attend to Lilith. I owe her.”

Karen died bearing Lilith’s daughter, the vessel the demoness currently inhabited. Lilith screamed as Karen’s spectral hands plunged into the demoness’s belly. I smiled, savoring that torment as I rushed over to Jessica.

Her bony body collapsed into my embrace. Her skeletal arms locked about my neck. I hardly felt her at all as I scooped her up and cradled her. Tears fell from my face. My body shook as the horror struck me. They had left her to waste away. Sores puckered her wrists and ankles, wounds festering with rot.

They couldn’t let her die. If she did, I’d know. She would join the other ghosts. So they kept her alive. Barely. I wanted to kill Lilith over and over again.

“Master,” Jessica said, her voice so soft and dry, a rasp. “I dreamed of this so many times. Please let this be real!”

“It is,” I whispered, stroking her skin. “Tsariy!”

Red light engulfed my poor slut. My magic wreathed her with my love, healing her. She grew heavier in my arms. I felt her flesh filling out, her emaciated muscles growing beneath my hands. She trembled and spasmed in my arms, her moans growing louder, stronger. I ate through more of the life force sustaining Mary, but I didn’t care. I had Lilith.

And Jessica did not deserve to suffer a moment longer.

The light faded. She was still dirty, but looked so healthy, so lustrous. Her caramel skin had that lively hue, her face restored to her sultry perfection. She kissed me with such passion and writhed in my arms, her tongue thrusting into my mouth. My body responded for a moment, my dick twitching.

But Mary devoured my life. I still fed her.

“Later,” I promised Jessica after I broke the kiss. “Mary’s dying. That has to wait.”

Jessica’s dark eyes widened in fear. “Of course, Master.”

I set Jessica down, her legs strong once more, and carved the portal to the Shadows. I threw Lilith over my shoulder and strode into swirling mists on the other side of death. The demoness thrashed in vain against her bonds. She had been cruelly tied up by Karen, limbs contorted, back arching.

Karen smirked in delight. “I never thought I could take such pleasure in making someone suffer, Master. But she stole me from you and Mistress!”

I nodded. Lilith deserved to suffer. I wanted to have her tortured forever, to keep her alive, but Mary’s life was bleeding away. She’d have to pay in Hell. I hoped the demons inflicted such harm upon her.

“I can give you pleasures no mortal man has experienced,” Lilith begged, her voice strained. “Please.”

“I have all the pleasures I need.”

“He has his sluts and his wife,” Jessica said, marching at my side, her breasts jiggling before her.

I led us through the Shadows to Bradley Park in South Hill. Months ago, we chose this as the spot to execute Lilith. I carved the portal and stepped out into a wide, open field of grass surrounded by trees and a small lake. There were no civilians living nearby any longer. The entirety of the bodyguards ringed the site in prebuilt positions of cover, hunkered down and ready for anything.

Mary lay unconscious in the center of the field, right on the pitcher’s mound. She looked so wan, so frail, like a stiff breeze would blow her away. The golden rod—necessary to bind the Devil—lay next to her, ready for her to wield it. Around the field, five women—Sam, Candy, Alison, Desiree, and Xiu, Jessica’s replacement—formed a large pentagram. Each held a brass rod, ready to help my wife focus the binding spell when she recovered.

“Get to safety, Jessica,” I ordered. “Chasity, you and your spirits will surround us.”

Chasity nodded as Jessica blinked in confusion. But then she darted for the other sluts waiting with the Legion, beckoning to her. Anger burned in me. Jessica had been a prisoner for a year, never allowed to leave her cell, to even be free of her manacles.

“Come on,” I snarled, dragging Lilith by the hair towards Mary.

“Please!” she screamed, thrashing on the ground. “Please, Mark, I can give you anything you want. I’ll love you! I’ll be your most devoted whore! You can bind me to you and make me your slut!”

“I have all the sluts I need!”

A vicious, animalistic thrill built in me. I savored her screams like I listened to the finest opera. I clutched her hair as she fought to escape her bonds as I dragged her closer and closer to my wife. I reached the pitcher’s mound, my body trembling, assaulted by a myriad of emotions, sweeping fear, trembling ecstasy, hope, terror, love, and more. A whirlwind raged inside of me.

“P-please, Mark,” sobbed the demon, her face puffy from crying, her eyes raw with terror. I could smell it on her, this sour reek wafting from her. “Don’t send me back to Hell! I’ll do anything for you. Give you anything.”

“You’re giving me everything I need!” I growled as I waited for Jessica to clear the field; I owed my slut that much for all she had suffered for me the last year. “You’re giving me back my wife!”

“B-but the world, Mark,” she blubbered. “You’ll free Lucifer. He’ll destroy you.”

I stared down at her. “You don’t care about the world, Lilith.”

“But don’t you?”

Jessica reached safety.

“I care about my wife!” I roared.

I yanked Lilith up by her silver hair so she knelt above Mary. Chasity and Noel grabbed her, holding her struggling form. With a word, I summoned my sword. It swirled into existence, glittering gold in the wan, November sunlight.

I focused on the back of the demoness’s neck. Raised my weapon.

“Please, Mark,” she begged. “I can be your queen! Think of all we can do together. Think of the power we’ll have!”

“For Mary,” I whispered and condemned the world to darkness.

My sword arced down. Lilith’s head tumbled from her body.

Power surged into me as an overwhelming, lust-filled energy barreled into my body. I groaned as Lilith’s blood spilled red upon my wife’s form. Mary gasped, her eyes shooting open. Then she shuddered, moaning with passion as Lilith’s power flowed from my soul into hers. I groaned, my knees buckling, as the incredible desire burned inside me. Ecstasy wreathed my beating heart, then pumped rapture through my arteries, spreading the ardor to every inch of my body.

I fell to my knees beside my wife, struggling to contain this newfound desire—the succubus’s lust.

“Mark!” Mary gasped, her hands reaching mine. Blood stained her body. “What did you do?”

“I saved you.”

The earth groaned, a deep, violent moan rising up from the depths. The world shook. The very foundations of reality trembled, the air quivering like jello. I seized my wife’s hands and held onto her as the ground rolled, rippled, cracked. Trees creaked and snapped. Streetlamps crashed to the ground. I pulled her to me. We clutched each other as the tortured earth tossed us around. The sound of a thousand, a million, a billion souls crying out in agony filled the air as the veil between worlds was ripped asunder.

The screams grew louder. The earth shook harder, quailing beneath the evil bubbling out of the Abyss. I could feel the ground rippling like waves beneath us, leaving gaps and tears in the grassy field. Mary clutched me with a death grip. I had killed us all. The world would tear itself to pieces beneath the weight of damnation. All I could do was hold onto my wife and hope.

I couldn’t think. The screams of the damned overwhelmed my ears, driving into my brain like hot needles. Agony burned my thoughts. I squeezed Mary tighter. I killed us all for love. I roared wordlessly, adding one more terrified voice to the symphony of agony resounding through the fabric of reality. Mary trembled, her fear bellowing in my ear. Her arms wrapped like steel chains about my chest.

The quaking lessened. Darkness fell upon us.

The sun was slowly being swallowed by inky shadows that worked their way in from the outside edge. This wasn’t an eclipse. No moon or other celestial body passed in front of the sun and blocked its light from the earth. Instead, a black stain spilled across its surface, spreading insidiously, the yellow orb shrinking, shrinking, until only a pinpoint of light remained.

And then it vanished.

Everything became silent. The earth stopped rumbling. The screams of the damned snuffed out. I stood up, gripping my sword. A few streetlamps had survived the earthquake, flickering to life, mere pools amid the ink of night. Mary stood up beside me, the golden rod gripped in her hands. Disbelief painted on her face.

“You should have let me die,” she whispered, the sounds of horror strangling her words. “The world, Mark!”

“I couldn’t,” I told her, staring into her green eyes. I reached out and squeezed her hand; she squeezed me back. “I’m sorry, Mare. I just couldn’t let you die.”

“Of course you couldn’t, Mark,” a voice boomed from everywhere and from nowhere. “You love her. It’s absolutely amazing what a human in love will do. They are capable of doing absolutely any monstrous thing!”

A light bloomed next to us, burning my eyes. The radiance shone so bright it hurt even through my closed eyelids, through my hands covering my face. A new sun was born to replace the one swallowed up by darkness.

Lucifer, the Shining One, the Son of the Morning, stood free of the Abyss.

The light dimmed. I opened my eyes. He stood a few feet away, still shining bright, but no longer blinding. I gripped my sword and stepped between him and my wife. I faced the Devil. Mary and the other five women began their binding spell. I had condemned the world to darkness, and now I had the chance to save it. I pushed down my fear. I just had to keep him distracted for a minute. Then he’d be bound forever.

Just one minute for Mary and the rest to recite the spell seven times, and then he’d be trapped in the diamond for eternity.

His light was pure white, but scintillated with colors around the edges. I could vaguely make out the figure of a man in the center of the nimbus. Everything about him glowed except his eyes: two black pits focused on my sword. His face shone too radiantly to see his expression, but I could feel his smug smile nonetheless.

“Do you think you can trap me, Mark?” he asked with amusement, black pits focusing on Mary as she chanted. “I have known all of your plans from the beginning. This ritual will fail.”

“Then why did you come before us? You stepped right into our trap. Can you feel it? The walls of your cage are around you, and the door is about to be slammed shut.” The ritual was almost finished, my women chanting the Hebrew flawlessly. “You’ll be trapped forever, Lucifer.”

The Devil laughed. His voice boomed across the field. “Unless the trap is mine, worm. I led the hosts of Heaven once, and you think to outwit me? I shaped your entire life. I nudged the people around you, whispered into your dreams, and led you like a bull by the nose ring into summoning me. I changed the destiny of countless people to guide you to this exact moment.

“I released Lilith, and played the stupid whore like a lyre. I tricked even the mighty Archangel Gabriel. He destroyed the last of his nuns and catapulted you into godhood with that attack. And you think you can trick me? Deceive me? Do you think you have any more chance of succeeding? You, a little worm crawling on his belly in the dirt thinking he’s better than the filth he wallows in?

“I predicted you would build the Matmown, so I wormed my spy into your confidence. You loved her, fucked her, and made her your whore, never knowing about the serpent nestled in her breast. I know all of your secrets. I know exactly the spell you think to trap me with.

“And it will not work!”

None of my sluts could be spies. They loved me and were bound with the Zimmah spell. This was all some desperate attempt to stop the inevitable. “You need better lies, Lucifer,” I laughed. He wasted all of his time. Mary recited the last phrase. “You made the classic villain mistake; you shouldn’t have monologued. It’s too late to stop the spell now.”

Lucifer glowed more brightly, shining with triumph. The idiot.

Mary spoke the last word, the diamond tipping her golden rod flared to life for a moment. The power of the spell hummed in the gem. I grinned as the spell reached out to seize Lucifer and bind—

Crystal exploded behind me.

“Mark!” my wife gaped, staring in disbelief at the powdered diamond spilling over her hand, the gem destroyed.

My stomach went cold. Glacial water poured down my spine. What went wrong? Did one of the women mispronounce? But they had practiced for months. All of them could say the phrase flawlessly. Unless one of them really was a spy. No, that couldn’t be. My sluts all loved—

“The fool trusted me, my bridegroom,” Alison breathed, throwing her rod to the ground. My first slut, my pink-haired whore, stood in rapturous triumph. “Just like you said he would. I have completed my final task and await my reward.”

Shock slammed into me, staggering me like a physical weight had struck me. That couldn’t be possible. Not my Alison!

“And you shall be rewarded, my bride,” Lucifer proclaimed.

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