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Chapter Fifteen

Lewis Zachary “Zach” Black

I waited with Agent Donna Preston for Moira’s return. She was a petite thing with red hair. A gymnast’s build. She waited nearby, listening to the radio. She would be leading the raid once things were ready. We were by the building where the orgy was raging.

Nearby, a group of my cops under Sable’s command waited. They were my bodyguards—and to make sure we weren’t disturbed by the FBI. We were under the cover of an awning. It was open to the elements but kept the helicopters orbiting above from seeing us.

We’d look like another group of cops waiting for the word to act.

On the cement, Moira had drawn a magic circle. It was somehow connected to what was going on in the church. I knew it was a wild party. The guys were swapping their wives around, engaging in debauchery that would fuel the spell.

Moira appeared next to me.

“Fuck!” I gasped as she stood there naked.

My twin sister grinned from ear to ear, her skin goose-pimpled by the cold. Her nipples thrust out proud before her. She looked so ready to get wild. I could tell that she was so eager for the things we were about to do.

“Just one more spell to cast,” Moira said. “We have to make Agent Preston into the trigger. Once she and her men are inside, she will activate it.”

“Yes, yes, I will,” Agent Preston moaned, her eyes so wild. She was ready to serve me, the wind rustling her red hair. Her breast frosted before her.

“You just have to break this.” Moira pulled out a slender rod of crystal from her pussy. She shoved it into Agent Preston’s pocket on the front of her body armor. “Just snap this in half once your men are inside. Nothing can go in or out while the spell is active.”

“Yes,” whimpered Agent Preston. “I’ll lead the men.”

“Not quite yet,” said Moira. “You still have to be attuned to it. Turned into our receiver. That’s what this circle is for and…” Moira grinned from ear to ear. “You have to be fucked by my brother.”

I glanced at Nisha, wondering if this was correct or if Moira was just having her fun.

Nisha nodded, my busty thought form watching from nearby.

“Gladly,” moaned the agent. She started unsnapping the jeans she wore for the assault. “Right here, right now!”

“That’s the spirit,” Moira said, grinning from ear to ear. “This is going to be a hot moment. You are going to love it.”

Agent Preston shoved down her pants and panties, bearing her rump right here. The wind blew chilling. She dropped down to her hands and knees in the middle of the circle. My FBI agent threw a look over her shoulder.

“Master, fuck me! Make me into the trigger!”

I pulled my cock out, wincing at the chill. I dropped to my knees and quickly slammed my dick into some place warm and snug. I groaned as I buried to the hilt in the agent’s pussy. She felt absolutely amazing around my cock.

“Damn,” I groaned, savoring having her squeezing down on me.

“That’s it,” said my little sister brightly. “Ooh, I love seeing this sight. It’s just perfect. Now, you just fuck her and fuck her hard. You pound her with all your might. You’re going to make her burst in delight. How does that sound?”

“Good,” I growled and drew back my dick.

Her pussy held me tight. She massaged me with that hot snatch. I groaned at the heat around me. I thrust back into her snatch. I fucked to the hilt in her, loving that wonderful cunt gripping my dick. She moaned as I did that.

My nuts slapped into her taint. I loved how she gasped in delight as I thrust back into her twat. I fucked her with all that I had. I loved just driving my dick into her pussy. I had to make her cum. Just make her explode. She would burst on my dick and squeal in delight.

That was perfect. I thrust away at her twat. I fucked her cunt hard and fast as my sister powered up the spell. She moved around us, rubbing her pussy juices into spots on the circle. I shuddered, fucking Agent Preston fast and hard.

“Master! Master!” she moaned, glorying in this moment. “Oh, Master, that’s so good!”

“Yes, it is,” I growled, burying to the hilt in her cunt. It was such a treat to fuck her like this. To plow into her pussy with all that I had. She wiggled her hips from side to side, stirring her cunt around my dick.

I loved every last second every second of that. It was so amazing to have her squeezing down on me. She massaged me was I buried into her snatch again and again. I plowed to the hilt in her snatch. She groaned, squeezing her cunt down on me.

“Yes, yes, that’s so good, Master!” she moaned.

“Mmm, so good,” Moira cooed. My sister winked at me.

I grunted as I fucked into her snatch. It was delicious to bury into the FBI agent’s cunt. I fucked her hard and fast. I wanted her to just gasp on my dick. I craved to have her cumming on me. I wanted to have her spasming around my dick.

She had to cum on me. I needed her rippling around my dick. I wanted to feel that hot snatch suckling at me. I would just have a huge cum. I loved burying into her. I savored thrusting to the hilt in her snatch. It was so good to pound her.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she whimpered, her hips wiggling.

My nuts slapped into her clit. The sound echoed in the night as the magic circle glowed around us. Her pussy clamped down hard on my dick. Her red hair fluttered in the cold breeze. I fucked through the chill, slamming into her hot snatch.

“Master! Master!”

“Cum!” I growled as I buried into her.

“Yes, Master!”

Agent Preston’s cunt writhed around my dick. She spasmed around my cock with her hot flesh. The nubile FBI agent’s snatch suckled at me. I savored that wonderful heaven. I buried into her as deep as I could.

I erupted.

I pumped my cum into her snatch. I flooded her with all that I had. I loved the pleasure slamming through me. Stars burst across my vision as I pumped more and more of my cum into her pussy. I filled her up with all that I had.

“Yes, yes, that’s it,” Moira moaned.

“Master’s cum!” whimpered Agent Preston. “Yes, yes, I want to have your baby and rule the FBI in your name!’

“You will!” I growled. I had plans for her. The FBI had to be compromised by my forces. She would be the start. “Yes!”

I pumped more and more of my cum into her pussy. I filled her up with my jizz. She whimpered, her twat spasming around my dick. She felt fantastic suckling at me. I loved every second of her nursing at me. That was an incredible moment.

I pumped my cum into her snatch. I filled her up with all my jizz. It was so amazing to have all that spunk spurting out of my cock. I erupted again and again into her snatch. I groaned with each blast of cum that I flooded her pussy with.

“Oh, yes,” she moaned, her pussy milking my cock. “Master’s seed!”

I loved that passion. It was so good to dump my load into her. She was so enthralled by my cum. So under my spell. That made me smile. I wanted her to go out there and to wield my power in my name. That would be perfect.

I groaned as I pumped the last of my cum into her pussy. The light flared bright. Then it died. I ripped my cock out of her pussy and shoved it back into my pants. My breath frosted the air before me as she groaned and drew up her pants.

“I can feel the trigger,” she moaned. “I’m attuned to it. Do I have your permission to use it?”

“Yes,” I said and glanced at Moira. “How does this work?”

“Thaumaturgy,” said Moira.

Nisha said at once, “As above, so below.”

“It’s a sympathetic reaction,” said Moira. “We’ll use the sexual energy here and shift it to another location. We’ll cast a spell that paralyzes every person inside. It doesn’t hurt them. They just can’t move.”

“It does not paralyze them,” said Nisha.

“It doesn’t actually paralyze them,” I said.

“Well, technically, it negates power. The power to act. The will, basically. You can’t do anything because you’re robbed of that. It’ll happen to your followers in the church and everyone inside the warehouse except the one who activates it. Her.” Moira glanced at Agent Parson. “All your men will be paralyzed, too. But you’ll be free to act. You find her, put a bullet in her head, and that sends the demon back to Hell. Once you have, come outside, and I’ll break the spell here.”

“You know the target?” I asked. I didn’t have to worry about Susannah finding out.

“I have her picture right here.” Agent Preston pulled it out of her pocket. She held up the photo of Charles’s demon-possessed mom.

The woman was already dead. My sister had seen to that. Now we had to finish cleaning up her mess. “Good, get it done. Enact the raid at once.”

“Yes, Master!” She saluted me and hurried off.

I glanced up the street. The lights were flashing. It was a zoo. Helicopters flew overhead, recording this for the news. All we could do was wait for the event to be over. It wouldn’t be long now. I glanced at the building where the orgy raged.

I could feel the power in there waiting to be unleashed.

My sister went to the edge of the circle and readied herself, naked and uncaring of the cold. I was impressed by that. I thrust my hands into my coat, my cheeks pink. I ignored it as best as I could and stood my vigil.

Nisha stood beside me.

“This will work?” I asked her.

“The theory is sound,” she answered and took my arm. She leaned into me. “Your sister has made no mistakes in her work. She’s a highly skilled witch. Makes me wonder how she learned all of this.”

My brow furrowed.

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FBI Agent Donna Preston

I drew my weapon as I moved in with the HRT and the other agents. They were all ready to go in. I was ready to trigger the spell and execute the enemy. I would make Master so proud of me. He would reward me. I couldn’t wait for that.

His cum soaked my womb.

I hoped to have his baby. What a reward that would be.

I licked my lips as the final commands were given. The radio crackled. I was the on-site agent in charge. It was perfect. This would be my career. I knew the identity of the demoness. I just had to put a bullet in her head.

“EXECUTE!” shouted through the radio.

Explosions popped at the doors as the locks were vaporized with shaped charges. Then the first wave went in with their riot gear. Thudding club music boomed from inside. Shouts echoed as my team ran in next. I rushed forward with them, racing at the back of the group, holding the crystal in my hand.

I rushed into the open warehouse doors, spotting the vehicle that the target drove. I slammed the crystal down, the music booming so loud I couldn’t hear a thing. Power rushed around me. I shuddered at the feel of it racing about us.

In a flash, everyone around me dropped to the ground, limp. They rolled a few steps, coming to rest like ragdolls. They weren’t unconscious, but they were not moving. I leaped over a group of HRT guys and rushed into the club itself.

The music pulsed. Lights flashed.

They danced in the air. A large group of women were lying limp ahead. They were all naked, lying on an assortment of futons and pillows. The air reeked of pussy juices. They all head sex toys. Dildos. Strap-ons. Vibrators. Anal beads. They lay entwined. In the middle of having their own orgy.

I moved toward them, my pistol held low. My heart pounded a mile a minute as I scanned the room. It was dark. The only light came from the pulsing bursts of color from various stage lights. They danced about, painting the walls in psychedelic hues.

And the orgy of naked, young women.

“What is the situation?” the tactical commander asked on the radio.

I ignored him and moved toward the women. My target must be there.

God, there were maybe a hundred of them. All tangled together. This was a mess. I walked past an oil drum that had a device on the side. A red, digital clock was ticking down. Wires ran from it into the barrels. I smelled gasoline.

There were a lot of barrels.

My stomach dropped as I stared at the display.

Five.

Four.

I screamed and ran.

Three.

Two.

I grabbed my radio. “It’s a tr—”

One.

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Lewis Zachary “Zach” Black

I watched with Nisha. The spell was active. My sister trembled as light burned around the circle. All that power was directed at the warehouse. This was it. I tensed, staring at it. I raised the tactical radio for any word from Agent Preston.

“Come on,” I whispered as the tactical commander asked for a situation report. “Find her and kill her, Donna.”

“It’s a tr—” crackled over the radio.

The entire warehouse became a fireball.

I reeled back from the bright light, my eyes burning.

The boom slammed into me and threw me off my feet. I landed on the gravel, my ears ringing. The world swam around me. Burning debris flew through the air. Shooting stars rained down on the world with hisses.

Power slammed through me.

Energy. I had never felt the like before. It surged through me. Moira screamed. She convulsed nearby, her entire body bursting with light. I could see her skeleton as a dark shadow shining through her reddish flesh.

“No!” I gasped and forced myself to my feet. My head swam. A piece of smoking tin crashed to the ground nearby as I staggered toward my twin. “Moira!”

She screamed as power flowed through her and into me. So much power. It felt like a hundred or more souls rushed through my body, a bloody offering that filled me to the brim. I reached her as she fell back into my arms, the glow around her winking out.

Blood trickled from her nose and ears. She convulsed in my arms, foaming at the lips. Her eyes rolled back in her head. My heart thundered a mile a minute. This wasn’t supposed to have happened. What was going on?

I glanced at the warehouse. It was an inferno. The heat of it seven blocks away washed over me. Flames leaped high into the night sky, reflecting off the bottom of the low clouds covering the sky. An angry inferno that had consumed the lives of… of…

Agent Donna Preston.

I held my sister tight as I felt that she was dead. So were all the women who worshiped Ashtaroth. The men who went in with Agent Preston. My head reeled from this. It was impossible. I couldn’t believe that this had just happened.

This was reality.

“HELP!” I shouted as sirens screamed around me. “HELP!”

The doors to the church opened. High Priestess Alanna Fillmore stumbled out naked and smeared in cum. She swayed. Others were groaning behind her. They were alive. It wasn’t my cultists who had died. Who had been sacrificed…

“Where the fuck is your car!” I snarled at my high priestess, the sirens screaming.

“I have a car,” Sable shouted. She was waiting with some of my cops. “Come on!”

I rushed to the cop cars, their sirens flashing. I slid into the back of one, not caring who drove. I held my sister as she spasmed. The car took off, racing for the nearest emergency room. That was… Good Sam.

“Drive,” I whispered, my heart hammering.

The cop car leaped off as questions roared in my mind. None of them mattered. Not so long as Moira was injured. She glowed. What the goddamn fuck had happened? How did that building explode?

Would my sister live to see morning?

Chapter Sixteen

Lewis Zachary “Zach” Black

I paced in the waiting room at Good Sam. My sister had been admitted hours ago. Mom, Susannah, and Mrs. Augustine had arrived. Sable paced, too, while our cops watched over the room. This was a complete clusterfuck.

A doctor appeared and said, “Mrs. Black.”

“Yes, yes, how’s my daughter?” Mom said, jumping to her feet and rushing over.

“She’s stable,” said the doctor.

Mom sighed with obvious relief.

“She’s not awake,” he said. “We’re not sure what happened to her. We performed an EKG and an MRI. Everything in her head looks fine. No damage that we can see. Nothing that could have caused her to collapse and have a seizure, but we won’t know for certain until we perform an exam with her conscious to see if there is any loss in function.”

“Fuck,” I muttered, wanting to slump.

“Oh, Lord,” Susannah whispered and hugged me.

“Now if you’ll excuse me,” the doctor said.

Mom nodded.

I held Susannah a few minutes before resuming pacing. It was nearing dawn when the doctor took my mom back to see Moira. That was a good sign. The others were resting. Susannah was sleeping with her head on her mother’s lap. Sable lay slumped in a chair.

I sat on one. Nisha sank onto my lap.

“Are you ready to ask questions?” she asked me.

I looked around and said softly, “I feel different. Invigorated. Like I have power in me I could… use. I don’t know how else to explain it. What happened?”

“A human sacrifice,” Nisha said. “When all those people died, they were sacrificed to you. The act used the spells to flow back to you. You were powering the trigger. Your worshipers energized the magic circle. Your sister was just… a wire that conducted it to you.”

“She didn’t have a circuit breaker to trip and keep her from being damaged,” I said.

Nisha nodded.

“But why was it a sacrifice? I didn’t kill those people. That wasn’t supposed to happen.” I hesitated. What she did to Charles’s mom burned in my mind. “Right? Moira didn’t…?”

“No, no, your sister built a trap. So when all those souls died, they couldn’t go to heaven or hell. They were sent to you like they would be in a sacrifice. It was an… accident.”

“Buildings don’t explode on accident.”

“True.”

“Ashtaroth?”

“She did not leave the building that we know. Her vessel is dead if she was in there.”

“Do I have her soul?”

“Maybe. But it is doubtful. She is a demon. Her soul would have been trapped in the circle until it ended when Moira collapsed. The spell should not have had the strength to steal her power and give it to you. Assuming if she was in there when it detonated. If she were willing, but that would be tantamount to suicide. Those who claw for power are not prone to that impulse.”

“You think she escaped.” A statement, not a question.

“The building detonated. She exposed herself at the jail, led us to her lair, and faked her death.”

“Fuck. It’ll be, what, weeks before we know if her body’s in there?”

Nisha nodded.

Mom appeared. We were taken back to her room. She was sleeping again, hooked up to the machines, but the doctors said she didn’t seem to have any brain damage. She was able to answer questions and had no memory lost they could determine in such a short time.

Mom even spoke to her before she fell back to sleep.

I sank into a chair to watch her. Susannah took the chair beside mine. Mom was sitting close, holding her little girl’s hand. Sable leaned against the wall in the corner of the room, staring at Moira with… concern on her face.

This entire night had gone so wrong.

I leaned back in my chair, the exhaustion of it weighing down on me. Moira was alive. She was fine. Unharmed. Despite this newfound power I had in me, it didn’t help to keep me awake. My eyes closed almost at once.

I felt heavy.

I sank into darkness. Into…

Into…

A woman straddled me. I blinked to see blonde hair framing a gorgeous face. A MILF’s face. Blue eyes gleamed. Her hand gripped my dick. She smiled at me and pressed me into the folds of her shaved pussy. She rubbed me up and down.

“Damn,” I groaned. “This is a dream, right?”

“Mmm, I suppose it is,” she said and plunged her cunt down me. “You do have me on your brain.”

“Ashtaroth.”

The demon-possessed MILF winked at me. I should be scared. I knew that I should be terrified that I had her on me. That she was working her cunt up and down my cock, but this was a dream. I was in the hospital room. I could hear the distant beep of the machines monitoring my sister’s life.

“Are you dead?” I asked.

“Am I?” she purred. “Mmm, did you get me? Did your agent put a bullet in my head before the bombs went off?”

“Fuck,” I groaned as her pussy slid up my cock. She felt so good while the question had my mind aching.

“I know, it’s a real bitch, right?” She wiggled her hips from side to side. “You have no idea if I’m dead or not. What do they say these days?” She smiled. “Yes, yes, ain’t that a bitch? Am I alive? Dead? A threat? Neutralized?”

“Yes,” I growled as that hot pussy stirred around my dick. She felt so good on me. Her silky cunt worked up and down me.

“Why did I blow up the warehouse,” is the question that you really want to know. “Why did I kill all my followers? Was it a moment of spite? I must have activated the bomb before the spell activated. Did I sense it and decide to make your victory a Pyrrhic one? Or merely to take away your new tool?”

“You are that spiteful,” I groaned. “She’s dead! I sent Agent Preston to her death!”

“Yes, you did.” She touched my heart. “And her soul is in here. She’s chained to you. Where you go, she’ll go. And you know where you’re going.”

“Hell!”

Ashtaroth winked at me as she rode me faster. “Yes, yes, that’s where you are going. Perdition. The Pitt. The Abyss. Oh, yes, yes, you’re going to burn with us all to save the world!”

She worked her cunt faster and faster up and down my cock. she felt so good. Just so amazing. I wanted to stop this, but I couldn’t. It was a dream. It wasn’t real. Just my mind processing this insanity. I had been having so much sex, that it was how I was seeing the world.

Power through sex.

Through cum.

Jizz.

My seed flooding a woman’s womb. An act of profound and beautiful creation. It didn’t work with two lesbians or two gay men. It had to be a man and a woman, didn’t it? Oh, two women could channel a man’s passion pumping into a woman’s womb, but it was that binary distinction that allowed life to happen that powered the strongest spells.

Man and woman. Seed and egg. Death and life.

That hot pussy worked faster and faster up and down me. I loved that hot flesh squeezing me. It was an amazing rush to have her riding me. She swelled me toward my climax. I groaned at that heat building and building in me. I hurtled for it. I would have a big burst of delight. It would shoot through me.

“Yes,” I growled. “Damn, that’s good. That’s so fucking good!”

“It is,” she moaned. “Oh, you are as hung as my son! Yes, yes, he’s just as big as you. Ooh, Zach, I’m going to cum on your big dick!”

The demon-MILF stared into my eyes. They burned with such blue intensity. Blue and yet were black. Soulless. Pitiless. I shuddered as she stared into my existence as her cunt plunged down my dick, bringing me closer and closer to erupting into her pussy.

Her boobs bounced before me. Big and heavy. Such soft, motherly tits. She licked her lips as she plunged her cunt down my cock and slid back up me again. She felt so good around me. I groaned as she clamped that hot pussy around my dick.

“Oh, my, yes,” she moaned, her hips wiggling from side to side. “Ooh, that’s good. That’s just amazing. I’m going to cum!”

“Cum!” I growled, slapping my hands down on the demon-MILF’s pussy. “Cum hard!”

She purred in delight as she plunged her snatch down my dick. It was so good. Just amazing to have her riding me like that. Loved every last second of that hot cunt massaging me. She undulated her hips, stirring her cunt around my cock. My nuts tightened.

She plunged down me. She took me to the root and kissed me. Her lips claimed mine. Her tongue thrust into my mouth. With a squeal, her pussy went wild around my dick. That hot and silky snatch suckled at my cock.

I growled into her mouth.

Erupted.

I pumped my cum into Ashtaroth’s pussy.

I flooded the demon-MILF’s cunt with blast after blast of my cum. The pleasure slammed through me. I groaned with each burst of delight that rushed through my body. It was fantastic feeling that hot cunt rippling around me.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I groaned, savoring the way her pussy milked me.

“Oh, flood me!” she gasped. “Yes! Yes! Oh, you’re amazing! The brother I want!”

I shuddered, the pleasure slamming through me. I fired more and more of my cum into her. I felt so light. I could just float away. I groaned, my back arching into the chair. I erupted one more time into her pussy and—

Snapped awake.

I panted, breathing heavily. The machine beeped. I shifted, my cheeks burning. My boxers felt sticky with cum. I had jizzed in them. I pushed myself up. The sex dream faded from me. Nisha appeared as I came fully conscious.

“Master?”

“Just a nightmare,” I muttered. A sexy nightmare. “Moira?”

Mom was stirring. She blinked and glanced at me. She looked at Moira before sliding back into her own stupor. I stretched. My sister did look so much better. At peace. I bet if I slipped my cock into her pussy, she would wake up cumming.

What was wrong with me?

Sable sat up from a chair and pulled out her phone. She glanced at me then motioned for the door. Curious, I followed her outside into the hallway. She headed for the waiting area. The two cops on the doors nodded to us.

“Sir,” they both breathed full of breathy lust for me.

I could fuck them, too.

God, what was wrong with me? I rubbed my face. I had to wake up.

“What is it, Sable?” I asked.

“Detective Carson has news,” she said.

We found Detective Carson outside in the cold. Frost crusted the ground. The sun was trying to peek over the horizon. She looked haggard. Grief touched her eyes. Shit, Agent Preston had been her friend. Carson had picked her to…

Die.

“You okay?” I asked my detective.

“Yes, Master.” She cleared her throat. “Preliminary report is the place was rigged with gasoline bombs. It was a trap. A remote detonator that set them all off. We don’t know the full count of the dead. We won’t know that for days. Maybe weeks. It could be months to identify all the bodies. We may never be able to identify them. They were all… burned and ripped to pierces.”

I nodded, numb. “Did we get Ashtaroth?”

She gave a helpless shrug. “I think it’s best to assume we did not, Master.”

I nodded.

“Oh.” She handed me a tablet. “This has the security footage from her visit with Charles at the jail yesterday. Um, you might want to watch it. She talks about you.”

“What?” I said.

“Watch.”

I took it from her and was about to start watching it when my phone rang. I pulled it out to Mom shouting, “She’s awake!”

A smile split my lips. Sable looked so relieved. I waved goodbye to Detective Carson and rushed back into the hospital. Back to the room. I burst in to find Moira hugging Mom and Susannah. Sable let out a sob and rushed past to hug her, too.

“What is this?” gasped Moira. “You’re concerned about me.”

“Just… Just keeping up appearances,” Sable said after a moment. “There are cameras in the hospital. People have to see us as dating. That’s all.”

“Riiiight,” Moira said, this twinkle in her eye. I could tell that it was her. She was okay. “So, big brother, that went very, very wrong. It felt like a…” She glanced at Susannah. “Well, like a human sacrifice.”

I explained to her what happened but not before I kissed her. Then I settled on the bed beside her. She snuggled up to me. I could tell she wanted to do some fucking, but she was still in the hospital, so I resisted that urge.

“What is that tablet,” said Moira. “Any porn on it? If you’re not going to fuck me.”

“Security footage. The demon meeting with Charles.” I held it up. “Detective Carson thinks I should watch it.”

“Ooh, watch, watch,” Moira said.

I started playing. It started with her waiting, then Charles appeared, surprised, and… I blinked. I was as shocked as Charles. I was in as much disbelief as Charles. My father was not one of the richest men in the world.

“Mom?” I said.

“I…” Mom blinked. “I had no idea. He’s your brother.”

“No way,” Sable said. “The demon’s fucking with him. There’s no way.”

“Dad disappeared,” Moira whispered, her voice tight.

I glanced at my twin sister and… I knew that it was true because Moira already knew that Charles was my brother. I could see it painted over her face. This wasn’t a shock to her. This wasn’t a revelation. I rolled off the bed and rose above her.

She flinched.

“Why?” I asked her.

She swallowed. “I mean, I think Ashtaroth’s explanation on why your dad had two sons makes sense. Why he sent Charles. How he knew so fast that you were a threat. He was grooming you.”

“No, no, why didn’t you say anything?” I demanded, a cold fury in me.

“Because…” She looked down. “I didn’t want to make this harder for you. If you knew he was our brother…”

“How long have you known?” I arched an eyebrow.

“Since…” She swallowed. “Since my teacher told me that I would have to choose which of my brothers to love. You or Charles. And I chose you. That was… not long after he showed up.”

“Your teacher?” I bored into her. “Who is your teacher?”

She wilted, her voice tiny. “Father.”

Fury burst through me. A cold hate. I despised our father. He left us in poverty—left Mom to work herself to the bone with multiple jobs—all while he was one of the richest men in the world. Now he had his damned hands on Moira. Teaching her. Molding her.

I whirled and marched out of the room.

“Big brother, where are you going?” Moira cried.
“To see our brother,” I growled. “We have a lot to talk

about!”

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Charles Swartzenburg II

I woke up in my cell. Another day. I rolled out of bed and started doing my push-ups, my mind working through the problems. How to kill my father. How to murder him and take his position. I was the firstborn. It was my birthright.

Not that bastard’s.

I would not let Zach usurp what was mine by every law of Man, God, and Nature.

“My Prophet,” said one of the guards who had pledged to me. I didn’t remember all their names. “My Prophet, you have a visitor.”

“Unless it’s my mother, I am busy,” I said, pushing my body up from the cement floor. “It’s six in the morning.”

“But it’s that kid that you tried to kill,” the guard said. “Zach. He’s here to see you. Says you two need to talk. Family business.”

I froze and smiled.

Zach just walked into my domain.

Excitement surged through me. “I’ll speak with him.”

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