The Devil's Pact Pt. 42

"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.

Chapter Seven

And I beheld when he had opened the sixth seal, and, lo, there was a great earthquake; and the sun became black as sackcloth of hair, and the moon became as blood.

--Revelations 6:12-13

Tuesday, August 24th, 1995 - Lucifer - The Abyss

I stared at Mark Glassner's string, following his unremarkable life into the future. He was the one. I could feel it. He was lonely, desperate, and just selfish enough to be my pawn. If I made a little nudge here on May 30th, 2013, whispering into his dream, it would send his path to the library, and there he would find a book that contained one of my many summoning spells.

I watched my projection of the future change. Mark's string turned red; he would make his Pact a week after obsessing over the book. Strings rapidly started to rearrange after that date. I examined the probable way events would unfold. This caused him to meet his soulmate three weeks earlier, and, to my surprise, she made her own Pact with me.

"How very interesting."

Then a priestess's string touched Mark and his soulmate, exorcising them both. Vexing. Gabriel's priestesses were ever a thorn in my side. But they were losing the war; decade after decade more and more died without passing on their Gift. I pondered how I could influence the world to protect Mark from Sister Louise.

It came to me in a flash of brilliance: Lilith was the solution. I needed her freed--she was the final key to the prison--and Mark needed protection.

I made a few more adjustments, adding Lilith to my prediction. I examined the result. It looked very promising. I worked for days, weeks, or just minutes--time had no meaning in the Abyss--playing with probabilities until I had the future I needed. Mark would become the Antichrist, leading the world astray, and Lilith would be freed to be killed by Mark.

The prison would be open.

I would be free.

Only one thing disturbed me. Mary's string would one day intersect with the Mother Superior in Rennes-le-Château, France. Troubling. The Motherhouse possessed a Matmown. I could not predict how Mary would react, or what knowledge she might learn, from that moment on. It made everything that came after uncertain. And if Mark learned how to construct his own Matmown, then things would only grow more uncertain.

I would need a spy.

The strings showed Mark would gather an increasingly large harem of women, all bound to him by the Zimmah ritual. It would be very tricky to insert a spy into his ranks. I would have to armor her against his powers. I would need a child. Someone who could be molded by the right soul and guided right into his path. I searched and searched, but none of the women that intersected Mark's life worked. Possession was always difficult to achieve under the best of circumstances. I kept moving farther back, patiently exploring scenario after scenario.

After a century or an hour of searching, I found her. An unborn fetus growing like a parasite in Serena Hertz's womb. The mother was dying, and neither she nor the child would survive her illness. I entered Serena's dream and nudged her. I knew just the summoning for her to use. I waited for her to wake, for the seed I planted in her mind to sprout and bear me fruit.

"Please," I heard her pray across the Veil. "I am desperate. Send to me an Angel of Light."

The Veil parted. I manifested in my true form before the sickly woman, blazing like a glorious star--the most beautiful and majestic being in all creation. Far more worthy of ruling the earth than the disgusting sacks of flesh who crawled about on it like lice in the mange of a dog.

"I will save your daughter," I promised the dying woman.

* * *

Friday, October 13th, 1995 - Jezebel - The Abyss

The dogs tore at my body.

The mangy hounds always feasted upon me. My flesh eternally regenerated. My punishment for worshiping Asherah and seducing an entire kingdom into apostasy. Thousands of years of unceasing torment while my goddess watched over me with delight. My punishment was simple: I experienced my death played out over and over. I relived the fall from the window of my husband's palace and the pack of dogs that tore at my dying flesh. Sometimes, Asherah would take the dogs away, let me think my torment was over. She would bathe my wounds and bring me to dine at her table.

Treacherous hope always kindled in my heart. It would whisper: This time will be different.

And then I would hear the awful baying.

I relived it over and over, suffering for eons, until the day Lucifer came for me. He drove the dogs away with his flail of light. His hand was soft as silk as he caressed my face. His face had been handsome, trusting--there was love in his eyes. I had almost forgotten about such gentle emotions.

"You belong to me, Jezebel," he had whispered. "You'll never be tormented again."

I shouldn't have believed him, not with all the tricks my goddess had played on me over the eons--but I wanted to. Hope once again blossomed in me as he helped me to my feet. Around us, the dogs circled warily, staying just out of the nimbus of Lucifer's light.

"Why?" I finally asked, his light washing away the pain.

"Because I love you." My heart beat faster. I kept trying to remind myself that he was a demon, not to be trusted. But my soul had ever lusted after power, and no being was more powerful in the Abyss than the Morning Star. "I have a task for you. If you succeed, you shall be my queen, and rule not only the Abyss, but all of creation at my side."

"What task?" I asked.

"Watch, guide, wait," he said, touching my forehead.

And then I was born, a shadow hidden in the mind of an infant--Alison. Lucifer had made a deal with the mother in the guise of an angel. Her body had been dying and would not have lived long enough to give birth to her daughter, so she made a deal with Lucifer. He saved the unborn daughter's life, and the mother foolishly pledged Alison's service to Lucifer, thinking he was an angel sent by the creator. The mother died during childbirth and, thanks to her pledge, the child was open to my possession.

The early years were almost a new kind of torment. All Alison could do was cry, eat, and shit. I was trapped in her body, helpless. But she grew. I was able to experience this new, modern world from the curious eyes of a child; forever trapped in a corner of her mind, a prisoner who could only watch and guide and wait.

For now.

As she grew older, I would amuse myself with whispered suggestions to Alison. "Why don't you steal Lisa's cookie? No one is watching."

Then I would delight as she pouted in the corner when she was caught. I became her own personal devil, whispering in her ear just like the ones in the cartoons Alison loved to watch. Only there wasn't an angel whispering advice to counter mine.

As she aged, I found new experiences to guide her towards. Her body began to change: Breasts budded, hips widened, and new desires awakened between her thighs. I guided her choice of clothing, steering her towards more and more revealing outfits. I suggested how to wear her make-up, to appear older and wanton. I pointed out the older boys and put depraved fantasies in her head about what she could do with them.

She was a freshman when she lost her virginity in the back of a senior's car. My whispers had made her so horny she was begging to be fucked. The senior told all his friends about the freshman slut who put out on the first date, and she was passed around among them--used and discarded.

"That's what men want you for," I whispered to her as she cried into her bed when she learned the senior boy didn't love her. "You're a slut! A wanton, dirty girl who needs a hard cock in her. Embrace it; you'll be happier."

Alison threw herself into her new lifestyle like a fisherman casting his net into the sea, sweeping up new experiences. She immersed herself in all the filth she could. I laughed as she had "Cum on in" tattooed above her cunt, then let the tattoo artist cum in her a lot. To get her nipples pierced, she ate her first pussy and found out just how much she loved the taste. She'd fuck anyone. She was a slut, ready to be dominated by the first man with balls who came along.

Just like Lucifer wanted.

"You ever wanted to be a sex slave?" Mark Glassner had asked Alison as he fucked her cunt in Goth Topic, his cock dirty from plundering her ass.

This was Alison's dream come true. She had cum so hard when he had fucked her ass, and I had conditioned the girl to crave more depravity. "Oh, yes," she had panted. "I love it when a guy takes charge."

All my whispers, all the tedium I had endured, had finally paid off; I maneuvered the little slut right into the clutches of Mark Glassner. And now it was time to watch, to report on Mark to Lucifer in Alison's dreams. All of Mark's secrets, all of his plotting with Mary in the Matmown, revealed to my bridegroom.

And after nineteen years stuck in this insipid girl's mind, it was time to act. Unlike Alison, I had been insulated from Mark's control, wrapped in the protection of the stupid cunt's soul, a hidden dagger ready to strike at my bridegroom's command.

I stepped forward, shoving Alison back into the shadows of her own mind, making her as helpless as I had been. The ritual Alison had been chanting was disrupted. The spell backfired. The diamond on Mary's rod exploded into dust. My bridegroom stood triumphant before Mark, glowing with the light of the sun.

"The fools trusted me, my bridegroom," I breathed, throwing the brass rod to the ground. "Just like you said he would. I have completed my final task and await my reward."

The look of shock on Mark Glassner's face was worth all the hard work and suffering. All of his careful plans were ruined by me. Lucifer had won, and I would rule the world at his side. Power would be mine again.

This time no righteous prophet would cause my downfall!

"And you shall be rewarded, my bride," Lucifer promised.

* * *

Tuesday, November 18th, 2014 - Alison de la Fuentes - South Hill, WA

Lucifer stood before Master, just moments away from being trapped. I began reciting the Hebrew spell for the seventh and final time, the words flowing easily after months of practice. "Aney laged helel ben shakar 'em penyenh zeh. Kevhev--"

Something seized control of my body, throwing me back into my own mind. I quivered in my thoughts as the diamond on Mary's rod exploded. I wiggled and squirmed, suddenly disembodied, losing all connection with my flesh. What was going on? My form moved without my orders. Terrible words issued from my mouth: "The fools trusted me, my bridegroom. Just like you said he would. I have completed my final task and await my reward."

This couldn't be happening! I would never betray Master! What was going on? What sort of nightmare was this? I needed to speak the words of the ritual. I needed to help Mistress trap Lucifer! They were counting on me!

I tried to move my lips, but I was rebuffed by the soul controlling me. An unseen hand bitch-slapped my thoughts back into the recesses of my mind. I couldn't feel my flesh at all. Couldn't make my body move or even breathe. I could only feel my senses, distant, a nebulous connection to my form.

No! I screamed in the silence of my mind. This was my body. I surged my thoughts forward, trying to grab the controls that worked my limbs. Whatever foul thing had possessed my body struck my soul hard. I reeled back, deeper into the shadows of my mind. No, no, no!

Terror writhed like cold maggots through my soul. My existence quivered and trembled.

Yes, yes, yes, Alison! It is my turn, you stupid slut! the soul that possessed me hissed. Shock passed through me. I recognized that voice. It was my subconscious; the whispered advice that had guided my entire life. This is my body now. You'll get to spend the rest of eternity shrieking in the corner of your own mind, helpless to do anything.

Who are you? I demanded of the voice.

Jezebel. Queen of Israel and bride of Lucifer.

Light flashed as Master and Lucifer fought. The Devil flailed at Mark with straps of light, smashing into my Master's golden armor, and sending him reeling in a burst of rainbow colors. "You cannot defeat me, Mark!" Lucifer boasted. "I led the hosts of Heaven against Michael himself, and dueled the greatest fighter in creation. You think I will be bested by a puny, disgusting insect like you?"

I had to help him. I had to defeat this voice. I screeched through my thoughts, struggling to grab my body. I could only watch as Master fought the Devil. His golden sword flashed, parrying Lucifer's flail made of light.

The Devil's ferocious attack drove back Master as fire ignited about Mistress's body. She shouted something, her auburn hair billowing around her as the flames flowed down her form to her outstretched hand. She created a ball of red and orange, the air dancing with its heat. She hurtled it at Lucifer's back. The Devil spun his flail, knocking the ball to the side. It sailed through the air and struck a tree, igniting it like it had been soaked in gasoline.

Master swung his sword at Lucifer's unprotected side. Hope shuddered through my soul for a moment. But then the Devil let out a brilliant flare of light. Master flinched before it, his swipe going wide. He reeled back, shaking his head. The flash must have blinded him.

Master! I screamed, desperation shaking my thoughts. I had to help him.

The soul that controlled me fixated on Mistress. You get to watch as I murder your precious Mistress.

Don't you dare harm my Mistress!

Stop me, little slut, taunted Jezebel.

Jezebel made my arm reach down, and draw my bronze dagger. I fought with her, trying to claw at her soul. She seemed to backhand me, and I reeled back deeper into my mind, plunged into the dark crevasses of my thoughts. The bitch forced my body to advance on Mistress from behind.

No! Please stop! I cried out, quivering in horror. This couldn't be happening.

I lunged at Jezebel's twisted soul through my thoughts, trying to wrap my soul's arms around her neck and throttle the bitch. But she flowed through my mind and somehow grabbed my hand. She twisted. Pain exploded through my soul.

I whimpered, trembling against the agony, watching as Mistress focused all her attention on Lucifer. She threw another fireball at the demon, distracting him from pressing his attack on Master. She had no clue that Jezebel forced my body to advance on her, dagger clutched in hand.

"Alison!" Desiree exclaimed. My beautiful wife stepped between my body and Mistress. "What's wrong, mi Sirenita?"

"I am not Alison," Jezebel hissed with my voice. "Get out of the way, you stupid whore!"

"No!" Desiree scrabbled for the dagger in Jezebel's hand. My wife peered into my eyes as she wrestled with my body. I realized she was searching for the real me. "Are you in there, Alison?"

Yes! I shouted. I fought, I clawed, I bit at Jezebel's soul. This is my body! My life!

Not any longer! Jezebel gloated as she grappled with Desiree. The bitch shoved me back deeper into my mind.

"Give me back my wife!" Desiree roared, her nut-brown face twisting in rage. She believed in me. She understood this wasn't the real me. Such hope surged through me.

Kick that skank's ass! I shouted.

Desiree hooked her leg about mine, pivoting and slamming my body hard to the earth. I didn't feel the impact, but Jezebel did. The air whooshed from my lungs, the wind knocked out of my body, and Jezebel's grasp on my soul weakened.

I pounded on her.

And was rebuffed again.

Her will was too strong, her soul too ancient. How could I fight against such strength? I was only nineteen. I was powerless, weak. Jezebel's will wrapped about my limbs like steel wires. She fashioned my body into a puppet and was forcing me to kill my wife. I never felt so helpless, trembling like a crying child in the recess of my mind as they grappled and fought.

Desiree battled with my enslaved body. They rolled around on the soft grass. Jezebel forced me to scratch, bite, and punch my beautiful wife. Lights flashed across the field as Master and Mistress fought the Devil.

Oh, no, I groaned, my hope dying as Desiree ended up on her back, fighting against Jezebel forcing my hand to plunge a dagger into my wife's throat. Stop!

The bitch laughed in my mind as the knife inched closer to my wife's neck.

Confusion swamped through me. It spun my thoughts around. Jezebel was winning. How? It made no sense to me. Desiree was stronger than my body, a better fighter than me. Why was she losing? She should be kicking my ass and...

I caught a glimpse of my wife's eyes, and the furrow of her brow. I knew her. I had studied her face for over a year. She was in pain. Not the physical, the emotional. She doesn't want to hurt me. She held back.