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Moira Black

Panic surged through me as I ran out of my bedroom.

“Zach’s in danger!” I cried out, running down the hall. “Zach! My big brother’s in danger!”

“What?” gasped Mom. She appeared out of a room, naked. Her breasts swayed back and forth, milk beading from her nipples. “What’s wrong, Moira?”

“He’s walked into a trap!” I moaned, panic sweeping over me. “The governor is suspicious of him. She’s looking into Zach. She knows that our father used a false ID.”

“Zach is in danger?” Sable asked, emerging from her room with Susannah behind her, the latter licking her lips.

“What do you mean?” Susannah demanded. “We have to warn him!’

“It’s too late!” I whimpered. “He’s already arrived at the governor’s mansion. Rayne warned me, but I went into labor, and I forgot. I forgot what she had spied.”
“What can we do?” Sable demanded.

I quivered and said, “Pray?”

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Lewis Zachary “Zach” Black

The limo pulled up at the governor’s mansion. It lay near the Capitol Building in Olympia, a screen of trees hiding the government building from the residential one. State Troopers provided security in blue uniforms with cavalry hats on.

Ms. Denise opened my door. I slipped out, wearing a gray suit. Unthaa had tailored it for me. My genie was a skilled tailor, layering her magic into the cloth so people would be amenable to me. Women would lust for me, and men would want to follow me.

“Good luck,” Detective Carson said. She would be remaining in the limo.

I didn’t acknowledge her with the two troopers watching me. I slung the garment bag that held my tuxedo in it. I had never worn one before, but it was also made by Unthaa, so it would fit perfectly. The troopers glanced at me and nodded me inside.

It was still hours before the event tonight. I drew in a deep breath. I just had to let the governor treat me as her boytoy for a few hours. It would be humiliating, but I was in control of myself. She could only demean me if I let her.

“Welcome, welcome,” said a young man in a suit. He had glasses on. “The governor is waiting for you, sir.”

I nodded to him as he led me up the stairs. There were people bustling about, caterers and decorators, getting the lower level ready for the event. We reached the third floor, where it was much quieter. We marched down hardwood floors to an ornate door.

“The governor awaits you,” he said, this amused smile on his lips. I bet she used him in there. He thought I was just like him. A young man for the MILF-governor of Washington State to prey upon.

We would see.

I opened the door and came into a bedroom. The curtains were drawn. Candles flickered. Governor Christine Locke wore a blue silk robe that clung to her curvy body. Her blonde hair fell in curls around her shoulders, framing her lush and mature face. She sauntered to me, this hungry smile on her lips.

“Zach,” she purred. “Mmm, you are so attentive. That’s just what I want to see. And such a sharp suit. Mmm, your tailor does exquisite work. It really makes you look older. Handsome.”

“That is the point,” I said. “Right? It’s why you dress in those tight skirts and low-cut blouses.”

“Mmm, young men came out to vote for me in droves,” she said. “I know what they called me. The jokes they made. The fantasies they indulged. The MILF-governor. It’s a tool to be used, no?”

I nodded as she reached me. She stroked her hand up the tie. She reached the knot and started to undo it. The silk whisked together as she drew it off. She pulled it away and smiled, letting it drop to the floor.

“Pour us a drink,” she said, nodding to the table with the wineglasses.

She wanted me to serve. I would serve.

I moved to the drinks and poured them. When I turned around, she had opened her robes to reveal a white corset beneath that lifted her large breasts into two jiggling mounds. It had attached garters that held up her matching white stockings.

Her thick bush gleamed with her juices between her thighs.

“Mmm, thank you,” she said, taking the dark-red wine. She sipped it and shivered. “Delicious.”

I sipped it. I had little experience with wine. It had a fruitiness to it and a sourness that mixed in the mouth. I took another sip, but I didn’t want to get drunk. She moved to a chair and sat down, crossing her legs, her big boobs jiggling.

“Strip,” she said. “I want to admire that young body of yours. Mmm, you’re so handsome.”

“Such a MILF,” I said, setting my wine glass down. I took off the jacket and let it drop to the floor.

She smiled and sipped her wine as she watched me undress. I undid the cufflinks. The buttons of my shirt. I slid it off my shoulders. She groaned at the sight of my muscular chest. Her blue eyes burned with her lusts.

She was such a perverted woman. She craved me. Her eyes roamed my body as I removed my dress shoes. I unbuckled my pants and shoved them off. I wore charcoal-gray boxers beneath. She licked her lips.

“Such a strapping, young man,” she said. “Mmm, and so eager to please me. You came right over in that limo.”

“I want to make you happy,” I said. “That’s the point, right? We help each other out.”

“Indeed,” she said. She sipped her wine again. “It must have been hard growing up so poor. You, your twin sister, and your mother.”

“It gave me perspective,” I said.

“I can see that,” she said. “Drive. Ambition. Such power for one so young. A limo. Sponsored by the Newport family. The rumors about their teenage daughter are… interesting.”

“That she’s a lesbian sadist?” I asked. “They’re true. She trained her family’s maids to be her sex slaves. Her mother, too.”

“Yet, she has found your cause attractive.” The governor sipped her drink. “Where did this talent for gathering friends come from? Not your mother. Is it your father?”

“I never met my father,” I said, trying to keep even. She had researched into me. “He ran out before I was born.”

She smiled and did not believe me. She was suspecting something about my father. What could she know? Did she have any idea that my half-brother was in the Pierce County Jail, about to be tried for attempting to murder me? Or that my father was one of the most powerful warlocks in the world.

I shoved off my boxers. “All I have is determination. With that, a man can move the world.”

“Yes, yes, yes,” she said, staring at my cock. It thrust out hard. “Mmm, so determined. That’s it.”

“That’s it,” I said.

“She is suspicious of you,” Nisha said as if I needed my thought form’s warning. I couldn’t glance in her direction. Acknowledge you. “She has manacles attached to the bed. If she binds you, there may be no escape for you.”

“Mmm, yes, yes, such determination,” she said. “And the ability to make friends. Like myself.”

I smiled. “I am so eager for our friendship to bear fruit.”

“Mmm,” she purred and rose, rubbing at her pussy. “As do I.”

“She’s fertile today,” Nisha said. “She wants your child.”

And I could see no way to deny her without turning the Governor of Washington State into my enemy. I was not ready to face her yet. She had too much power in this state. I would have to retreat to another. That would be costly.

I had already expended effort to create my base here.

“I just need to know that you’re fully supportive of me,” she purred and rose to her feet. She stalked over to me, her boobs jiggling. “That you’ll submit to my leadership.”

“I want to see you as president,” I said.

“And you as governor?” she asked.

“Mayor White wants that first,” I said. “I have time. I’m young.”

She laughed and slid her finger down my chest. “Lie on the bed, spread eagle, and show me how you support me.”

“She might never let you up,” Nisha said as she moved to the bed. “There could be spells on these manacles.”

She was just feeding me back my fears. I needed more than that.

Nisha examined them. “There is magic in these ropes. They’re to compel the truth out of you. There will be something you have to sacrifice. A secret you must give up.”

I moved to the bed. My sister had protected me. The spells would go to Ashtaroth. They would affect her in my soul, but she was contained by those bound to me. They lurked in me. The FBI agents. The worshipers. I could summon them.

No, no, now wasn’t the time for that. I didn’t fully know what they could do. I had to learn. I should have learned. Too late now.

I lay down on the bed and stretched out my arms.

“No fear. No hesitation.” She smiled at me. “You are a brave boy.”

“Yes,” I said, smiling at her.

“But are you foolhardy?” She drew the first rope and wrapped it about my wrist. The silken cord tightened about it, binding me in place. I felt a tingle through my soul. It was enchanted.

“You must reveal your sister,” said Nisha as the governor walked around the bed, her plump rump jiggling as she moved. A bead of cream ran down her inner thigh. “That’s the sacrifice you must make.”

“Such an intriguing young man,” she said, and bound my other wrist. The magic flowed over me.

“Act like you’re feeling pleasure,” Nisha said.

“Damn,” I groaned, my cock twitching, “that’s… What…?”

“That’s the joy of submission,” cooed the governor as she moved down the bed. She stroked her finger down my muscular thigh. Heat washed up it. “Mmm, I will give you such delights, so long as you are open and honest with me.”

“Yes, Governor,” I groaned.

“Mistress,” she purred. “When we’re alone.”

“Yes, Mistress,” I said, eager for the day when she would wear my collar. When I gave her fully over to Sable.

She tied the rope around my right foot.

The power surged through me. My cock twitched even harder. I groaned, fighting against the power that coursed through my body. I breathed slowly, needing to control myself. It was difficult with those tingles.

“Yes, yes, embrace this, Zach,” she purred and bound my left foot. I was fully tied down. The magic washed over me. “Mmm, why don’t you go by Lewis?”

“That’s his name,” I growled, not hiding the anger I felt.

She smiled as she crawled up my body. “Mmm, you despise him, your father?”

“Yes!” I growled.

She gripped my cock and said, “I despise my father, too. He molested me. Used me for power. I was able to use him.”

“Good,” I growled as she pressed the tip of my cock into her pussy. I throbbed, ached for her. She slid me up and down.

“Do you want my pussy?” she purred.

“Yes, Mistress!” I growled.

“You have to earn that,” she purred and crawled up my body, leaving my cock aching. I pulled at the silken cords, straining for her. She laughed and stroked my chest. “Mmm, but I know you will. You’re an eager boy, so ready to please your MILF-governor, right?”

“Yes, Mistress,” I groaned.

She straddled my head. “Do you please your mother? She must be so lonely.”

“I do,” I growled, not hiding it.

“That’s wonderful to hear,” she purred and planted her bush on my face. Her curls tickled my lips and cheeks before her tangy pussy kissed me. I licked through her folds as she groaned, “I found that young men all just want a mommy to love them.”

“True,” Nisha said. “That’s why you made me. Long before you could admit you wanted your mother, you created your own lactating MILF.”

“Yes, yes, it’s true,” I growled and lapped at her pussy.

“Oh, oh, that’s it, boy!” she moaned.

I hated her calling me boy. My hands clenched into fists. I fought my urges to fight to break free. I had to lull her until my trap was ready. Until I placed my collar about her throat. So I licked at her cunt with passion.

With a hunger.

She moaned as I stroked my tongue through her folds. She threw back her head, smearing her hot flesh on my face. I devoured her, my limbs pulling at the bonds. The ropes bit into my wrist and ankles. Nisha watched, unable to do anything. I was alone.

I had to get through this by myself.

So I feasted on Governor Christine Locke’s cunt. I tongued through her silken folds, gathering up her tangy juices. She moaned and squirmed on me, her curls tickling my face. Her big boobs jiggled in her corset, her blue eyes burning as she stared down at me.

“That’s it, boy,” she moaned. “Oh, oh, earn the right to enter my pussy!”

“She wants your cock in her cunt so badly,” Nisha said. “This is all to put you in her place. She’s so wet for your dick.”

I knew that.

It spurred me to lick through her pussy with even bolder strokes. To master her cunt. She shuddered. I would fuck her better than any man. She would become my whore. I stroked up to her clit. She gasped as I stroked over her bud.

Her head tossed back and forth. She moaned out her passion as she ground her cunt on me. Her moans echoed through the air. They were so beautiful to hear. I loved listening to them. She gripped the back of my head.

“Oh, oh, oh!” she moaned. “That’s so good! Lord Ba’al, that’s amazing! Oh, oh, you are such a good boy, Zach!”

“Thank you, Mistress,” I groaned, hoping I sounded the right sort of subservient, but not too pathetic. “I am going to make you cum with my mouth and my cock!”

“I love a cocky boy,” she moaned and reached behind me. She stroked me. “Such a magnificent stud! Yes!”

I stroked around her bud. She trembled on me, her blonde hair flying. She released my cock and moaned, grinding her furred muff on my face. It was a wonderful moment. I licked through her petals. I lapped at her with hunger.

She whimpered, her fingers stroking through my hair. Her boobs jiggled as she smeared her pussy on my face. Her curls tickled my nose. I nibbled on her clit. I suckled on it. She rose and rose toward her orgasm.

“Zach!” she moaned. “Oh, that’s such a good boy!”

I suckled hard on her, eager for her to drown me in pussy cream. My cock throbbed as she squirmed on my face. I licked through her folds. I tongued her cunt with everything that I had. It was just so good to lap at her. I had so much fun feasting on her.

She whimpered, her head tossing back and forth. She squirmed on me, her juices growing tangier. I suckled hard on her clit. She was so close to cumming. Her boobs jiggled in her corset. Her blue eyes burned with her heat.

“Yes, yes, Zach!” she squealed.

Came.

Her juices gushed out and drowned me. I licked through her folds, gathering up that wonderful delight. She pressed her furred muff tight down on me, almost something me in her tangy twat. I growled, feasting on her as she bucked on me.

“Oh, oh, that’s it!” she gasped. “Such a good boy!”

I growled into her cunt, licking at her. My fingernails bit into my palms. She squirmed on me, smearing her pussy on my face. I relaxed my hand as she shuddered, her boobs swaying back and forth. She whimpered, her orgasm cresting in her.

“Oh, my, you’re such a good pussy eater, Zach,” she moaned. “Mmm, I have to keep you around. That mouth… You know how to love a woman.”

“I do,” I growled.

She giggled and slid down my body. She reached down and gripped my cock. She held me in her hand and stroked up and down me. I shuddered at the heat of her touch. She licked her lips as I panted there.

“Beg,” Nisha said.

“Please,” I whimpered, trying to sound desperate. “I need your cunt! I need to feel your pussy around my dick!”

“Yes, you do,” she cooed. She smeared the tip of my cock up and down her slit. That felt so fucking good. “You need that badly, don’t you?”

“I do,” I groaned, the bonds straining as I fought against them.

“Mmm, I think you’ve earned it,” she said and plunged her cunt down my dick.

I groaned as she took me to the hilt. My back arched at the heat of her cunt soaking down my shaft. She wiggled her hips back and forth, purring her delight. She nodded in satisfaction. She squeezed her cunt down around me and slid up my cock.

I groaned at the heat of her cunt around my dick. She felt incredible. I loved the way she massaged me. It was a fantastic moment. I groaned as she reached the pinnacle of my cock. She wiggled her twat back and forth, whimpering with passion.

“Oh, yes, yes, you’re such a good boy!” she moaned. “You want to cum in my pussy!”

“I do!” I whimpered. “Will you let me?”

“Maybe,” she cooed and worked her cunt up and down my cock.

“She can’t control her own lusts,” Nisha said. “She can’t stop if she wants to. She needs to cum on your cock.”

“Oh, oh, you’ve earned this for being such a good boy!” she gasped, her tits bouncing in her corset as she worked that hot pussy up and down my cock. Her blonde hair fluttered. “Yes, yes, this is what you get if you submit to me!”

“She’s lying. She’s the one who needs this.”

“Oh, oh, be thankful I’m using your dick and not one of my other boytoys,” whimpered the MILF-governor.

“You’re better than her others.” Nisha laughed. “She’s going to cum so hard on you!”

“I’m so honored,” I groaned. “Thank you! This is such an amazing gift!”

“You’re so lucky!” she lied. I knew the truth. I could hear it in her voice. She was thankful to me. “So lucky to have a MILF like me in your life. Oh, oh, Zach! I’m going to burst on this big dick!”

“Please do!” I groaned.

She worked her cunt up and down my dick. She gripped me with that hot flesh. It was incredible to have her cunt sliding up and down my dick. She made me feel incredible. I rose toward that wonderful moment when I would cum in her twat.

“Fuck,” I groaned. “Oh, oh, fuck! You’re incredible, Mistress!”

The slut smiled down at me as she bounced on my cock. Her pussy coated my shaft in her frothy juices. She moaned like an abject whore as she worked up and down me. She squeezed her cunt around my dick, massaging me.

“And you’re such a stud!” she moaned. “Yes, yes, yes! Such a fucking stud! Oh, oh, I’m going to cum! I’m going to cum so hard!”

She plunged down my dick, her boobs smacking together. The need to erupt into her twat grew and grew. I swelled toward that moment. I was so ready to just dump my load into her snatch. To fill her to the brim with my cum.

I could not wait to do that to her.

She squeezed her pussy down around my dick. She held me so tight. I groaned, my back arching as she moaned louder and louder. Her face twisted with such passion. She wiggled her hips and stirred her cunt around my dick.

“I… I…” she moaned. “Oh, oh, you good boy! Yes!”

She impaled her cunt down my cock. Her pussy went wild around me.

“Zach!” she squealed.

Her pussy suckled at my dick. I reveled in that heat washing around my dick. I groaned, my dick twitching with this wonderful heat. I hurtled toward that moment when I would cum. She suckled at me, squealing out in rapture.

“Mistress,” Nisha purred.

“Mistress, yes!” I roared and erupted into her pussy. “I’m your slave!”

The ropes tingled as the magic tried to bind me. Ashtaroth screamed in my soul.

I pumped more and more of my cum into Governor Christine Locke’s pussy. I filled her up with my spunk. She gasped, her twat rippling around me. She worked out the cum as I spurted it into her twat. I filled her up to the brim.

She gasped and moaned, her head tossing from side to side. I grunted, dumping more and more of my load into her pussy. I flooded her with all that I had. She trembled on me, her face contorting with her passion.

“Oh, that’s so good!” she moaned. “Oh, oh, that’s incredible. Yes, yes, that’s wonderful!”

“It is!” I groaned, spurting my load into her twat. “Shit!”

I dumped blast after blast of my cum into her twat. I erupted again and again as she milked my dick. I flooded her with all that I had. The pleasure shot through my mind. She whimpered, she worked out all my cum.

My seed filled her womb.

“Mmm, yes, yes, yes,” she moaned, rubbing at her belly. “Oh, yes, our relationship shall bear fruit.”

“Yes, Mistress,” I groaned, her pussy writhing around my cock.

“So, tell me all about your father and the power he has,” she purred. “He’s a powerful warlock, yes? Tell me everything, now!”

The ropes tightened around my wrists.

I had to answer her. I had to sacrifice my sister’s secrets.

“Yes,” I growled. “He has power.”

“Who is he?” she demanded.

“He ran off before I was born,” I groaned. “I’ve never met him.”

“But he has power,” she pressed, her pussy clapping down on him. “How do you know this if you’ve never met him? Your mother? She’s never shown a sign of magic. If she has any, she concealed it and has lived a lie of poverty, of a struggling single mother working herself to the bone with two or three jobs at a time.”

“My sister,” I groaned. “Moira. She’s a witch! My father trained her in secret. I’ve never met him, but she has. She didn’t know it was our father, not until the end. She doesn’t know how to contact him, but he trained her.”

“And her child,” cooed the governor. “That’s your child.”

I nodded.

“So she’s the secret behind your success,” she purred. “Who does she serve? What god?”

“Hecate,” Nisha answered.

“Hecate,” I gasped out.

“Her?” Confusion flickered across the governor’s face. “Hecate’s cult is small. She has no political power. She just gives out magic to those willing to pay for it. She’s not a patron deity. Who is your patron?”

“I have no patron!” I growled, not waiting for Nisha’s prompting.

“Until now,” she purred. “Until tonight.”

What did that mean?

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Governor Christine Locke

I studied him at those words. A gleam of shock flicked through his eyes. He hadn’t expected that. Well, that was to be expected. But he had no patron. He had succumbed to my spell, as proven by his willingness to be tied up. He answered truthfully.

The magic had him.

His sister was the witch, and not him.

I should kill him, it would be easy with him so helpless, but… He had taken over Pierce County. He was powerful. Rising. I would introduce him to the members of the cult. Let them assess him. See if he would serve Ba’al.

Either way, I would have to be ready to move against him. He had ambition. Too much ambition, even if he was my slave. That will he had… If my magic slipped once… Well, that made this fun. And in the meantime, I would enjoy him thoroughly.

I snapped my fingers, and the ropes came undone.

He sat up, smiling at me. His eyes were so intense. I fell on his cock. I shuddered, wanting him to worship me. I turned around on the bed, my lust burning bright. I had to be pounded by him again. I needed him in me.

I had time before the banquet.

“Fuck me in the ass like a good boy,” I purred.

“Yes, Mistress,” he said, so eager. “Thank you for this privilege.”

“You’ve earned it,” I cooed, aching for him to be submissive to me always, but… He had a witch for a sister. I had to be careful.

He pressed his cock into my asshole. He slid down and found my anal ring. He thrust against me. I gasped as he did that. It felt so good to have him pushing and pushing on my asshole. My eyes rolled back in my head as he did that.

“Oh, oh, that’s so good, Zach!” I moaned.

“I know,” he growled and thrust with all his might.

My anal ring stretched and stretched before him. I shuddered, whimpered, and squealed as he popped past my asshole. He sank into my bowels. That wonderful cock penetrated deeper and deeper into my anal sheath.

My eyes rolled back in my head as inch after inch of his dick penetrated into my bowels. It was an outstanding moment. I groaned, my boobs quivering. I devoured more and more of his cock. He had the best dick.

I didn’t want to get rid of him because I needed that cock.

“Mmm, that’s good,” I purred. “You really must try to be the best, though, Zach.”

“Yes, Mistress,” he groaned. I needed to keep him in his place. If he knew that I lusted for him…

He thrust away at me with such vigor. Such powerful thrusts. He knew what I needed. His prowess was incredible. He buried into me with everything that he had. It was just an incredible moment to have him fucking me like that. I loved his every thrust.

My butt-cheeks jiggled from the force of his thrust. He churned me up. I whimpered, clamping my bowels down on him. My boobs jiggled as he buried into me. He fucked me with such passion. He buried into me with everything that I had.

“Mistress!” he groaned. “Is that better?”

It was fucking amazing, but… “A little! Mmm, make me cum! You can do at least that, right?”

“Yes, Mistress!” he groaned, his hand sliding around my body to find my tits.

I gasped. It was clear he knew how to play with a pair of motherly tits. With a woman’s big boobs. He kneaded them masterfully as he fucked my asshole. Warmth spread from my boobs and through my body. I whimpered, building and building toward my orgasm.

His fingers slid down my tits to my hard nipples. He pinched them. I gasped at that. He made me shiver in delight. I groaned as he fucked me so hard. So fast. He buried into my asshole with all that he had. It was beautiful.

I loved it so much. I savored the way he fucked me. I was in awe of the might of his big dick. He fucked my asshole with such force. It was a beautiful thing. I groaned, wiggling my hips back and forth. I whimpered.

My orgasm swelled more and more. I rushed toward that wonderful climax. I shuddered as he fucked my asshole with all his might. He churned me up with so much force. So much vigor in his thrusts. I smiled from ear to ear.

“Zach! Zach! Zach!” I moaned as he twisted my nipples. “Oh, oh, you good boy! That’s so amazing. Just keep twisting them. Keep playing with them. Oh, oh, that’s it. I… Yes!”

My asshole spasmed around his cock.

“Mistress!” he groaned.

Pussy cream and his seed spilled down my thighs. The rapture swept through me as he plowed into my asshole. He pumped away at my anal sheath. He fucked me so hard. So fast. I shuddered, my eyes rolling back into my head. He drove into me with all that he had, my asshole suckling at his dick.

“Mistress! You’re amazing!” he groaned. “I’m yours!”

He erupted.

His cum spurted into my asshole. I gasped in delight as he dumped his load into me. Blast after blast of his cum pumped into my anal sheath. It was a beautiful thing. I quivered there, loving the heat. My eyes rolled back in my head.

He dumped more and more of his spunk into my bowels. He filled me to the brim with his spunk. I groaned, savoring every second of this delight. I trembled as he dumped his magnificent load into my bowels.

“Oh, Zach,” I purred. “My good boy!”

“Yes, yes, yes!” he panted, filling my bowels up with his cum.

My anal sheath milked his amazing balls. His father must have such power. Who was he? I shuddered as Zach’s virility filled me up. I felt his seed in my womb. He had conceived a child with me. I trembled in delight.

I would gain such power from him.

I purred as my orgasm peaked in me. I wiggled my hips, stirring my asshole around him. He groaned as I slid off him. I turned and faced him. He panted there, his eyes burning so hot. I loved the passion in his eyes.

“Mmm,” I cooed. “Get ready. There is a bathroom you may use. Shower. The banquet is in two hours. You will escort me down.”

“Yes, Mistress,” he groaned, his eyes smoldering hot.

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Lewis Zachary “Zach” Black

Two hours later, I was dressed in my tux and at the top of the grand staircase. The governor, in a tight-fitting black dress that hugged her body and showed off her tits, took my arm. Her perfume tickled my nose.

Power filled the room. Magic whispered through the halls. There was a ritual that was about to happen.

I was about to come face-to-face with Lord Ba’al Zaphon.

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