---

For a list of all the Devil’s Pact Chapters and other stories click here

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.

---

---

Click here for Chapter 4.

---

---

I loved my parents. But I could not be complicit in their acts. I could not benefit while mankind labored beneath their yoke. For a year I preached, I spread the word, I gathered those freed into an army to destroy my parents’ Theocracy. Every day I hoped, I prayed, I yearned for another way. “Maybe,” I would tell myself, “I can talk to them. Maybe this time they would understand.”

—excerpt from ‘The Tyrants’ Daughter: An Autobiography’ by Saint Chasity Alberta Glassner

June 6th, 2054 – Mark Glassner

It was after midnight when I stepped through the portal into the mansion. I had just left Paris, where my little sister, Antsy, administered Europe with Via, her wife. They had captured a few agitators. The last few weeks, a strain had cracked across the Theocracy. People were snapping out of our control, questioning our authority, and trying to lure people to gatherings.

It was worrisome. It seemed in the year since Mary and I lost our gifts, a few Nuns had begun roaming the world and freeing Thralls. Though 51 had delivered on her promise, doubling the bodyguard, it wasn’t enough. We couldn’t police the world with six hundred. They were spread thin as it was, a unit protecting my Governors as well as the local Bishops who shepherded the faithful in the fourteen Administration Districts. Twenty-eight different places to guard, in addition to our Mansion and the Cathedral, the ecclesiastical center of the Church. It stretched 51’s forces to their limits.

“My Lord,” Pearl bowed as I entered the mansion.

Pearl had served as our Chief Maid since I founded them forty years ago. Her charges curtsied as they welcomed me home. One took my jacket, damp with rain, while a second handed me a warm cup of tea. I admired all my maids’ practically exposed breasts beneath their transparent blouses, and fondled a pair as I drank my tea. It warmed me up. Paris had been miserable, a fierce thunderstorm drenching the city.

“Where’s my wife?”

“Your bedroom, my Lord,” Pearl answered. “She was still up the last I knew.”

I handed the cup to Pearl and strode through the mansion. The bodyguards who’d accompanied me to Paris all headed off to their barracks. One of them kissed a maid, her wife, with some passion, pulling the maid along with her.

A pair of bodyguards stood at attention flanking the doors to my suite. They saluted; I gave them each a grope, bringing a smile to their faces, then went inside. A pair of maids leaped to their feet from chairs and curtsied.

“My Lord,” they both said as they stripped me out of my wet clothes. I gave each a kiss and squeezed their naked asses before opening the door to my bedroom.

“I thought you’d be asleep, Mare,” I said when I found her reading a book; one of the Twilight novels. I never understood how she could read that insipid trash over and over.

“I couldn’t sleep after returning from Honolulu.” Mary sighed and closed her book. “While I was meeting with Alice and her husband, the bodyguards found ten of these… agitators. A Nun has definitely gotten her hands on them.”

I crawled into bed with Mary. I still had mixed feelings about Alice, even if it wasn’t entirely her fault for shooting me over forty years ago. That aside, she had tried to get Mary to break up with me. Well, I didn’t have to like my wife’s friends, even if one of them ruled Oceania for us.

I gave my wife a kiss. She snuggled up against me, her naked breast and hard nipple pressing against my muscular chest. I enjoyed the feel of her as she got comfortable, her auburn hair brushing my shoulder.

“There’s definitely more than one Nun,” I said after a few moments enjoying the silence with her, the feel of her against me. “The three agitators my sister caught were all exorcised from our control. Worse, I couldn’t reassert my power over them. They resisted my commands. Some new prayer is protecting them from my wish.”

Mary sighed. “The same in Honolulu. So at least two nuns are out there. And that’s assuming one of them is Tina. Maybe Doug gave his Gift to a woman?”

I hadn’t thought of Doug and Tina Allard in years. Once, Doug worked for us. We sent him to Europe to kill an old enemy, and the nuns got a hold of them. He and his wife, Tina, received the last two Gifts. A single Nun and Monk. For forty years, we’d never found them. I thought they must have died trying to kill a warlock or perished in the chaos of the Demon Wars.

Forty years…

“I doubt Doug would let a woman murder him just to add one more nun into the world,” I pointed out.

“Right,” Mary nodded. “That stupid ‘forgive your killer’ clause the monks have. That still doesn’t make sense to me.”

When a Monk was killed, he could choose to give his Gift to his killer. It was the only way they could pass on their powers. It seemed ridiculous; how could you forgive your killer? It felt like the hardest thing to do in the universe.

“Anyway, I think I know what happened last year,” I told her. “The Gift was returned and then given to new people. I mean, there was once a time when no one had a Gift. There has to be a way to spread it anew. Something Doug and Tina spent forty years preparing.”

“Have you been talking to Sam?” Mary asked, eyeing me suspiciously.

“Nope. I came up with this all on my own.”

“Sure,” she nodded.

“I did,” I protested.

“Fine. You figured this out all on your own. I believe you.” She giggled, girlish playfulness animating her face for only a moment. Then the cares of the world crushed it. She sighed. “Well, that would explain where these nuns are coming from. But how did they do it?”

“Well, Doug and Tina have the original copy of the Magicks of the Witch of Endor, right?”

“I believe that’s what Maryām told me. It has been forty years, but I think that’s what she said.” Mary shifted. “That would mean there’s, what, one-hundred and forty-four new Monks and Nuns out there.”

“So why did they choose now to come crawling out of the rocks?” I groused. “What happened last year to change the status quo?”

Mary gave me a kiss, rubbing her body against me. “We can worry about that tomorrow. You do remember what today is?”

“What?” I asked, struggling to think. The days had all bled together.

“Why am I not surprised?” Mary rolled her eyes. “Just like a man to forget an important date. We met forty-one years ago, today. You made your Pact, then walked into the coffee shop and swept me off my feet.”

“Technically, I met you the night before on my way to making a Pact. Then I came in and swept you off your feet the next morning.” I smiled, drifting back to those simpler times. “You were so beautiful as you stood trembling before me. Sometimes, I wonder what would have happened if I had never read that book I found in the library. Would we even have met?”

“Yes,” Mary declared. “We’re soulmates. I talked to Azrael about that, years and years ago. Surely I told you?”

It was my turn to shake my head.

She gave me a look. “Are you getting senile in your old age? I’m sure I told you.”

“Sorry.”

“Well, it was during the Baal-zebub campaign,” she shrugged. “I seem to recall that was pretty hectic.”

That was an understatement. Baal-zebub had retreated from his stronghold in Austria to Switzerland. It had been such a mess to break through those passes into the Alps. I could still remember leading troops through Gotthard Pass and the bloodbath at the Devil’s Bridge. Alison had broken the tide that day, leading her commandos up the cliff face without any climbing gear.

“Anyway, Azrael told me that Lucifer nudged you into summoning him, and that caused you to meet me a few weeks earlier. Apparently, I was going to catch my boyfriend cheating on me, and then I’d bump into you, and it all would have fallen into place.” She sighed. “I bet Chase wouldn’t have walked away if we were just normal people.”

Mary was right; if we were normal, Chase would never have run off. Too late for that now. We were in too deep. If we freed the world, they would be howling for our blood. Mary and I had worked too long and too hard to escape Hell; we weren’t about to lose it all now. Sure, I was immortal, but Mary could still be killed. She was only young and healthy for as long as I lived, but that wouldn’t save her from getting shot in the head.

“I miss her, Mark,” Mary said, her eyes beading with tears. “How long will she hate us? It can’t be forever, right?”

“No,” I said, my stomach clenching. I missed our daughter so much. I cupped my wife’s face, pulling her to me.

I kissed her and shared my grief. I pulled her atop me, holding her. That grief transformed inside of me into a desperate, longing ache. Something visceral and vital. That need to share my life, to feel that most primal of sensations, the most necessary of acts.

Her lithe body writhed atop me as our kiss grew hotter and hotter. Her lips were so sweet. So teasing. So hot on mine. Her perky breasts rubbed against my muscular chest. My hands slid down her supple back to her plump ass. I gave her cheeks each a squeeze, loving the feel of her rump. She moaned into the kiss, wiggling atop me. My cock, iron-hard, throbbed, pinned between our stomachs.

Our kiss grew more and more passionate. Her tongue dove into my mouth. I kneaded her ass as she whimpered. My fingers caressed her flawless skin, delving into the divide between her plump butt-cheeks, caressing her hot flesh.

She broke the kiss, staring down at me with dewy, green eyes.

“Forty-one years,” I groaned, stroking her auburn hair, “and you still excite me.”

She gave me a wicked grin that dimpled her cheeks. “Mmm, feel how wet I am for you.”

My fingers exploring her crack reached farther down. I brushed past her asshole and her taint to the shaved lips of her vulva. I rubbed across her pussy. She drenched my hand in her sweet, spicy juices.

Her hands went exploring, too. She found my hard cock, stroking it as she kissed me again. I fingered her pussy while she pumped up and down my dick between us, holding herself up just enough to fist my shaft.

My fingers nuzzled into her pussy as I groaned. Her tongue danced with mine as we shared our passion. Our love. The pleasure spilled down my shaft while her pussy clenched down on my dick. Her eyes squeezed shut as she whimpered.

Then she broke the kiss and lifted her hips. She brought my cock to her pussy. I ripped my fingers out of my way. I wanted to feel her passion with a different part of my body. She rubbed my cock up and down her silky vulva until she found the entrance.

“Mare!” I groaned as she engulfed me.

I trembled as she slid her pussy down my cock. It was the place I loved to be. The best place in the world: inside my love. Her snatch clenched down hard on me as she groaned, her back arching, her round breasts swaying just above my body.

I cupped her left tit, enjoying the perky firmness as she slowly rose up my cock. I thumbed her nipples as she worked her pussy up and down my dick. A soft sigh escaped her lips. Her liquid passion bathed my shaft.

“My horny stallion,” she whispered, pressing her forehead against mine; her green eyes stared down with such love.

“My naughty filly,” I whispered back, lost to her depths. My soul could drown in them while my body drowned in the passion of her pussy working up and down my cock.

I grasped an auburn lock, pulled her lips to mine, and kissed her tenderly as she slowly made love to me. I let go of the stress of today, the uncertainty of our new foe, and the questions that churned inside of me. I let it all go until only my wife, and our fervent embrace, remained.

I caressed her body, stoking her passions, while her pussy built mine. I stroked her spine, tracing up and down it, making her shiver and moan. She broke the kiss, rising up on her arms, her tits swaying and jiggling.

I leaned my head, craning my neck, and sucked on her nipples. I went back and forth, making her gasp and moan, her pussy clenching down on my dick every time. Then I nuzzled into her neck, breathing in her musk.

Her hips rode me faster and faster as I explored her body. My hands touched her sides, her ass, her thighs. I felt her muscles flexing beneath silky skin. Her belly quivered beneath my touch. Her nipples throbbed between my fingers. She added twists and pivots with her hips, sliding my cock around through the silk of her sheath, building the ache in my balls.

“Oh, Mare,” I groaned, staring up at her. “My sweet, beautiful filly. Cum for me! Let me feel your passion.”

“Yes, yes!” she panted as I stroked her thighs, feeling her toned muscles lift and lower her pussy up and down my cock. “I want that! Your cock, Mark! Make me cum on your cock!”

With a growl, I thrust up to meet her. I bounced her on my crotch. She gasped, her back arching as she rose. Her breasts heaved, rising and falling. Her auburn hair spilled about her flushed face as she rode my cock with such passion.

She danced for me, a beautiful ballet that gave me such pleasure.

I seized her heaving breasts, thumbing her throbbing nipples. She whimpered. Her face contorted in bliss. Her eyes fluttered as she slammed down my cock over and over. She whimpered and moaned, her back arching, her pussy growing so tight on my cock.

“Oh, Mark! Oh, my stallion! Yes!”

She slammed down on my cock. Came.

I groaned, savoring the rippling silk of her sheath writhing about my cock. Such exquisite delight rippled down my shaft to my balls. I groaned as her orgasming pussy milked my cock, sending rapture surging through me. Her moans sang, her face twisting with rapture.

“My beautiful Goddess!” I moaned. “My naughty filly!”

“Cum in me, Mark!” Her fingernails scratched my muscular chest. “Please!”

I grunted through clenched teeth, my dick throbbing so hard. I drove my cock up into her one last time. I buried into her sweet embrace. Her silky pussy bounced on my cock, rising up and it and crashing back down, spasming the entire time.

I grunted and spilled my love into her.

Three large blasts of ecstasy shot through my body. Smaller burst shot from my cock. I groaned and gasped, my eyes squeezing shut for a moment as the pleasure shot through me. I kneaded her tits as she trembled atop me, her pussy wringing my cock dry.

Ecstasy buzzed through my veins as I came down from my peak and crashed into buzzing pleasure. Mary fell atop my chest, her pussy’s convulsions slowing, stilling. Her breasts rubbed against me, her breathing slowing.

“I love you,” she whispered, cuddling on me while my cock softened in the heaven of her pussy.

I stroked her hair, kissed her forehead. “Love you with all my heart, Mare.”

Mary’s breath grew shallow as she drifted off to sleep in my arms. I held her, enjoying the feel of her chest rising and falling, the warmth of her breath, of her body against me. I treasured the beat of her heart pounding in rhythm with mine. My eyes were heavy. I let them close, feeling safe in the embrace of my wife. We’d face this new problem together.

Like we always had.

* * *

Chase Glassner

I flashed into the cafeteria on a beam of pure light. Doug and Tina awaited, along with hundreds of men and women they’d freed from my parents’ tyranny. Around the world, seventy-one other pairs of Nuns and Monks had gathered similar groups, poised to lead their hundreds against the apparatus of my parents’ rule.

Today, we would free mankind.

Today, I would die with my parents.

For the last year, we had prepared slowly. Each Nun exorcising clusters of Thralls in small communities, careful and cautious, while I coordinated everything. Holding onto all those one-hundred and forty-four gifts, if only briefly, had changed me. I could see the Light and travel upon the heavenly rays like the angels. When I spoke, people listened. They were swayed by my newfound eloquence, understanding me in their native tongues. I would speak English, but a Spaniard would hear Spanish; a Filipino, Tagalog; an Egyptian, Arabic. My words would protect them, armoring them against my parents’ mind-control power.

A few had been captured, sadly, but hopefully they would hold out against torture.

We had thousands unchained, ready around the world to attack all the centers of the Theocracy’s powers. It wasn’t enough just to kill my parents if the bureaucrats and priests remained behind ready to continue to rule in their names. We had to have something to offer in their place, or we were just condemning the world to anarchy.

I would be with Doug and his group as they attacked. I knew my parents and their security drills. They’d activate the shield and evacuate the mansion on the lawn. They’d be in the open, and I would have my opportunity before they fled to whatever bolt-hole they’d prepared.

If they escaped, things would be far more difficult.

“I’ve spoken to all the rest,” I told Doug, glancing at my watch. Flashing seventy-two times in just a short time was tiring, but the adrenaline pumping through my veins was helping to mask my weariness. “They will start their marches in seven minutes.”

Doug nodded, and summoned his golden armor. My father once had armor like that. He had been so magnificent when I had watched him duel Ashtoreth on the mansion lawn so many years ago. I had thought he was a hero.

Sadly, I grew up, and, like all children, learned my parents were only flawed humans.

My hand shook. I turned my back on Doug as the emotion stole over me. I breathed slowly, battling the tears, as I walked to the window. I looked up South Hill at the concrete wall that segregated the Theocracy’s capital from its slaves. In a few minutes, five large forces of armed, freed Thralls would march on the seat of my parents’ power and attack it from all sides. Behind me, our followers readied themselves for battle, eager to take back their Liberty.

The blood of Patriots and Tyrants…

To be continued…

Click here for Chapter 6.

You can read my schedule!

If you enjoyed the story, support me on Patreon!

I have released a part 43 of the revamped Devil’s Pact on Smashwords. Read this post for more information if you’re interested!