The Devil's Pact Pt. 43

I unfurled the scroll. It contained square Hebrew letters and was written in Aramaic. It was familiar. The memory of Sam's lessons in Semitic Languages from my childhood came back, and I recognized passages from her translation. I read the final prayer, frowning. This wasn't in the copy my parents possessed.

My parents had definitely never seen this prayer. If they had, I would never have been allowed to roam free. "And the Creator knew, in his infinite Wisdom," it read, "that a time would come when his Priest and Priestess would fall against the forces of the Adversary. Darkness would cover the world, and again the Gifts of the Spirit would be needed, spread by the words of the chosen Prophet, one born of the union of two Warlocks, bound by the Zimmah ritual, and used as the focus of the Eylowm ritual. Only the Prophet can restore the Gift to mankind upon the summit of Mount Sinai. The Prophet must..."

I looked up at Doug and Tina in horror as comprehension flooded my exhausted mind. "The Eylowm ritual is a trap?" My hand trembled. "My parents were manipulated into their own downfall?"

"Why else is it so powerful?" asked Tina. "Immortality? No weapon, no force, no illness can harm your father, let alone kill him. Unless it's wielded by you. It's almost too good to be true, isn't it?"

"That's monstrous!"

"Your parents made the choice of their own free will," Doug answered, voice soft, paternal despite his young age. Like me, his appearance was deceptive. His eyes were old. "They made their pacts with the Adversary, gained power in exchange for their souls. They declared themselves false gods, and unleashed the demonic hordes upon mankind. Choices have consequences, Chasity. The Creator is always ready to turn those consequences to his advantage."

"If he's so powerful, why didn't he stop my parents?" I shouted. "Why do I have to do this? Why?"

"You do not have to do this," Tina smiled. "It's your choice. Free will is the most important thing in all of creation; he would never take that away from you. That's why he didn't interfere with your parents. They had to be free to choose to do good, or there's no choice at all. Without it, then we're just mindless puppets, slaves, and that's not what he wants."

Slaves. My parents had enslaved mankind; the most monstrous thing imaginable. They had made their choice and denied all the world theirs. It wasn't right. The needs of the many have to come before the needs of the few. "That the only purpose for which power can be rightfully exercised over any member of a civilized community, against his will, is to prevent harm to others." John Stuart Mills was right; my parents had harmed, were harming, all of mankind, and therefore it was only right that power should be exercised against them. A strange calm filled me.

I made my decision.

"I will be your Prophetess," I answered; my chin held high.

Doug nodded.

"This is a Mispach dagger. One of three forged by Cain from the metal of a falling star," Tina said, handing me the crudely forged dagger. "Nick the blade, and your blood will bind it to you. Anyone wounded with this blade will die. Only your lifeblood will save them."

I nodded; Lilith had almost killed Mother with one.

I took the ugly iron blade, stared at it, then I pricked my thumb. A drop of dark blood beaded on my tan flesh. I smeared it on the blade. The dagger turned red for a moment, drinking in my blood, then went back to pitted black. I was connected to the damned thing; it felt like an open wound throbbing on my forehead. Tina handed me a sheath, and I put the dagger into my pack.

I reread the scroll again, committing the Prayer of Rapha to memory, and turned to face the rising sun. "This is Mount Sinai?" That was the only place in the world the spell could be cast. "I thought that was up on the Sinai Peninsula, not in the middle of Arabia."

Doug nodded. "Much has been lost in the thousands of years since the last Prophet stood here and gave the Third Gift to mankind."

I raised my arms to the rising sun. "The Highest One, hear the prayers of your Children! Deliver us from evil, and send your Spirit to Gift us with your Blessing, to Gird us with Belief, and Arm us with Faith!"

Power flowed into me, golden, beautiful, pure, from Doug, from Tina. It rushed from my parents half the world away. More of the rapturous energy poured into from the spirits of the dead, the men and women who had died unable to pass their Gift on: Isabella, Agnes, John, Gregory, Eustace, Isolde, Tristram, and more. So many more. One hundred and forty-four souls gave up their Gifts, until they were all contained within me.

I was the Prophetess, the Vessel. I brimmed with the power of the Holy Spirit, the energy that made a woman into a Nun, a man into a Monk, and my parents into Shamans. I brimmed with the power of Heaven.

And let it go.

With a shuddering gasp, I shared the Gift to each of the one hundred and forty-four gathered here. It surged out of me to those standing with me atop Mount Sinai, and then down to the valley below where the one-hundred and forty-two waited. In a flash, they became the new Priests and Priestesses, the new Monks and Nuns.

They would liberate the world from the evils of my parents.

Chapter Four

My name is Chasity Alberta Glassner, the Tyrants' daughter. I write these words down so my motivations will not be lost to time, and so there will be no confusion, speculation, or misunderstanding about my actions.

--excerpt from 'The Tyrants' Daughter: An Autobiography' by Saint Chasity Alberta Glassner

Mark Glassner - May 9th, 2053

"I'm ready, Grandpa," little Liza said as she smiled up at me.

Well, she wasn't really that little at eighteen. She was my youngest grandchild, born to my son Marcelo and my daughter Calypso. Her other grandparents, Alison and Desiree, watched happily as dusky-skinned Liza stretched out on the bed in a frilly, pink nightgown, her lush body peeking invitingly through the sheer fabric.

"I want you to be my first, Grandpa," Liza cooed.

"You won't regret it, mi Florecita," Desiree beamed. Her arms were wrapped around our son Marcelo.

"Master knows how to use his cock," laughed Alison.

"Yes, he does," giggled Calypso. She knelt beside her mother, her honey-brown hair, a shade slightly lighter than Alison's, falling in a thick braid between her breasts. Alison leaned down, and licked our daughter's nipple with her pierced tongue, then sucked the pink nub into her lips.

It made my dick throb.

"Mmm, that's nice, Mom," moaned Calypso. She shivered on the bed.

"After I've made you a woman, are you sure you want to be bound to me?" I asked my granddaughter. I sat on the bed beside Liza, my hand stroking her thigh, feeling the youthful vitality of her flesh.

"Yep! I want to lick your cum out of Great-Nana's cunt!" Liza smiled at me, that naughty glint she inherited from Alison swimming in her dark eyes.

"Just call me Nana," my mom scolded. "You make me feel so old."

My mom was a beautiful, mature woman. I bound her in her early forties when her beauty had just ripened into its lush fullness. Thanks to the Zimmah bond, she still looked the same, her body trim, her breasts just starting to sag. Mary cuddled up to my mom on a loveseat facing the bed, stroking my mother's beautiful tits.

Liza rolled her eyes, "You're ancient, Nana. Like in your eighties. But you still look beautiful."

"Thank you for the compliment," my mom smiled, "and I'll forget that you called me old."

"You are definitely not old with a pair of tits like this, Sandy." Mary gave Mom's tit a squeeze. Then my wife bent down and sucked a pink nipple into her lips.

In a month, Mary and I would have been married for forty years. She still looked as youthful, and as beautiful, as the day we met. None of us had aged. Mary and I due to our Gifts, and our families due to the Zimmah ritual. Calypso, Marcelo, and Alison all looked eighteen and Desiree twenty-seven.

I stretched out beside Liza, a bit of apprehension entering her eyes. She swallowed, her gaze flicking down to my hard dick. I'd deflowered so many daughters and granddaughters. They usually wanted me to be their first.

"It'll be okay," I told her before I placed a gentle kiss on her tiny lips.

She let out a sigh and relaxed into the kiss, her lips working against mine with an eagerness. She wasn't a bad kisser. I knew she'd played kissing games with her two older cousins, Matt and Tamara, my two other grandchildren from my son Silas and his two sister-wives.

My tongue probed into Liza's mouth as my hand touched her silk nightie. I slid up the gossamer lingerie and groped her small breast. I felt her little mound, her nipple puckered hard. After tonight, she'd be an A-cup and eighteen for the rest of her life.

"Ooh, Master, you're just feeling up our granddaughter," Alison purred.

"Daddy's so naughty," Calypso grinned. "And she's loving it."

"That's Desiree's hot blood pumping through her veins," Alison purred.

"And not yours, Mom?"

Alison laughed.

Liza moaned into my kiss, trembling as our family talked around us. I kissed her harder, my tongue probing past her lips as my thumb rubbed her nipple through the nightie. Her breast felt so firm as I groped her. So soft.

I had to feel her directly.

I slipped my hand inside her bodice and caressed her warm flesh and silky skin. She shuddered delicately as I massaged her nipple with nothing between us. She whimpered and her kiss swelled with passion.

Her tiny hands rubbed at my muscular chest, feeling my pecs. Her fingers trailed fire that had me groaning into her kiss and my dick throbbing hard. My balls grew tight, holding a load of cum I was eager to spurt into her hot cunt.

Her hands moved lower, passing my stomach until her trembling fingers brushed my pubic hair. She stiffened when she touched the base of my cock. I felt her hesitant grasp on my shaft, holding it lightly, like she was afraid to hurt it.

I kissed her harder, encouraging her.

Her hand slid up it, her fingers reaching the tip. She explored the sensitive crown. I groaned as her fingernail scraped my spongy flesh; a shudder passed through me. Pleasure flowed down my shaft as she played with the helmet, her tongue wiggling in my mouth.

"Oh, Sandy," I heard Mary moan. "Yes, that's nice!"

I broke the kiss with my granddaughter, eager to see what had provoked such a sound from my wife. I looked up to witness my mother kneeling on the floor, her face buried between my wife's thighs. Mary smiled at me while squeezing her freckled breasts and savoring my mother's tongue in her waxed pussy.

They weren't the only family members making love. Desiree had mounted our son and rode his hard cock. Marcelo had his face buried between her pillowy breasts as her plump ass flexed as she rode him. Calypso sat next to her husband/brother on the divan, squeezing Marcelo's hand as Alison went down on her. Our daughter had gathered a handful of Alison's honey-brown hair in her other hand, pulling her mother's face into her cunt.

I sometimes missed Alison's pink hair. It had been thirty years, I think, since she stopped dying it.

"Don't forget about me, Grandpa," Liza pouted.

"Sorry, but don't they all look so happy?"

Liza giggled. "They do. We have the best family in the world. All of us loving each other, and..."

Her voice trailed off; she must have seen the pain in my face. My family wasn't whole; I hadn't seen my daughter Chase in sixteen years. She was the only child Mary and I ever had. Sure, we had other children with the sluts, but Chase was special. She was ours. Sometimes I would go days without thinking about her, and then I would be reminded about her and the pain would come crashing back.

She found out the truth about us and it destroyed her.

It was easy to forget that we were human when everyone worshiped us as their Gods. But we weren't; my wife and I were just regular humans that sold our souls and made the most of it. But Chase was such an idealist, poisoned by some book she'd read. Mary kept saying, "She'll come back, Mark. We have eternity. We can be patient and let her work it out."

After sixteen years, I was losing faith that I would ever see her again.

"Sorry, Liza," I said, turning back to my beautiful, and very nubile, granddaughter. I slipped one of the straps of her pink nightie off her shoulder, revealing a dusky breast and a brown nipple.

I couldn't resist.

I captured the hard nub, enjoying the feel of it between my lips. I sucked on it hard, drawing as much of her nubile flesh into my mouth as I could. My tongue fluttered about it, making her shudder and moan.

"Mmm, Grandpa!" Liza cooed. "That feels wicked!"

My hand slid down her body as I worshiped her nipple. I drew up the hem of her nightie before plunging my hand between her thighs. She whimpered when I found her dripping, shaved cunt. I shuddered at the feel of her virgin flesh.

I stroked around her labia with my finger, her sighs and coos filling my ears. Her body jumped as I slid a finger between her folds and found her hymen guarding the entrance to her purity. My dick throbbed as I felt that thin membrane, brushing the little holes in it.

"Oh, yes, Grandpa," she whimpered as she squirmed.

Her pussy felt so silky and soft. Her flesh so hot. My mouth salivated about her little nipple. I had to taste her. I had to feast on her. I released her nipple and slid down her body. My hands parted her thighs. As I settled between them, I inhaled her tangy honey.

"Grandpa, yes!" she gasped as my tongue slid through the furrow of her pussy.

"You are in for a treat!" Mary purred. "Your grandfather gives the best head. For a man."

Liza just moaned, her face scrunching tight as my tongue licked and lapped at her virgin folds. I savored the flavor of her as I stroked up and down her slit. I fluttered against her, making her whimper. She bit her lip, her eyes squeezing shut. Her body quivered, grinding her snatch against my hungry mouth. My tongue fluttered up her slit, teasing her.

My tongue found her clit, nestled so pink and cute in her petals. My granddaughter jumped as I caressed it, her thighs pressing tight about my head. I fluttered my tongue against her little bud. I made her squeak and gasp in delight.

"Grandpa, yes!" she gasped, her hands shooting down and grasping my hair.

She held on tight as I worshiped her hard nub. Her hips moved as I sucked, her sighs transforming into moans, loud and throaty. She squirmed on the bed, her gasps singing through the air as she ground that hot, young, virgin flesh on my mouth.

I shoved my hands beneath her cute rump, squeezing her tush as I feasted. My granddaughter shuddered. Her mouth opened wide as she made the naughtiest sounds, squeaking and whimpering as I devoured her.

"Oh, Grandpa!" she groaned. "Oh, yes! Oh, yes! I'm gonna cum! Oh, wow, this is so much better than my fingers."

"I want to see you cum," Calypso panted. "Oh, shit, I'm gonna cum, too. Let's cum together, baby girl!"

"Yes, momma!" Liza moaned. "Oh, wow! Oh, yes, yes, yes!"

Calypso gasped, cumming on Alison's hungry lips, as Liza's orgasm exploded through her. So much juice shot out of her pussy, I thought she was going to rocket right off the bed. Her thighs clamped about my face as she bathed me in her yummy honey, my tongue dancing across my granddaughter's folds, licking up every delicious treat she had.

Her enthusiasm seemed to set everyone else off. Mary's beautiful cries of passion echoed through the room. Desiree's rapture gasped out of her in her musical Spanish. My dick ached and throbbed as I kept licking at Liza's virgin snatch, my tongue brushing her hymen, stroking her hot flesh.

"Grandpa!" she whimpered, her tiny face scrunching up with such delight. "Oh, Grandpa, yes, yes, yes!"

She squeezed her thighs tight about my head as she quivered. She held me tight as her fingers dug into my hair. The moans of all the other cumming women in the room merging with hers. All the generations of passion swirling around me.

Then Liza collapsed into cooing, quivering jello. She lay on her back, her little titties rising and falling. I stared up her body as her thighs relaxed from my face. I kissed up her belly, moving up her body. She gasped as I nipped her nipple, her eyes fluttering open.

A big smile crossed her lips as I settled over her. She pulled me down for a hungry kiss. Her tongue fluttered out as I let her taste herself. She squirmed beneath me, making my dick throb and ache so hard.

"Mmm, I taste wonderful," she giggled when we broke the kiss.

"Yes, you do, Liza," I told her, then kissed her a second time.

Her body melted to mine again. Her arms tightened about my neck. I groaned, shifting, bringing the tip of my cock to nudge at her waxed-smooth, virgin flesh. Her arms tightened about me. Her lips froze against mine. I broke the kiss.

Apprehension returned to her hazel eyes.

"Grandpa?" she asked, her voice tremulous.

"Yeah?"

"Can I be on top?"

I smiled at her and rubbed my nose against hers. "Sure."

She beamed at me as I rolled us onto my back. Her light body pressed atop me, lithe as she wiggled about, her nipples kissing my chest. My cock ached to bury into her as the wet folds of her pussy rubbed against it, dripping with her delicious passion.

I lived to deflower virgins. Every day, a pretty, young thing out in the world won the lotto and was brought to me, eager to have a God make a woman out of her. It was a daily ritual that always brought a smile to me to see these eager, scared girls become women on my cocks.

Mary stretched out beside me, a flushed, satisfied smile on her face. She nuzzled against my lips, giving me a hot kiss, tasting our granddaughter's honey. Liza squirmed more on me, rubbing her little pussy against my dick.

"Go nice and slow, Liza," Mary advised when she broke our kiss. "Don't just jam your pussy down his cock. Let yourself stretch. Give yourself time to adjust to his girth. Trust me; you'll love it."

"Yes, Grandma," Liza said. Mary wasn't technically her grandmother, but we had an unusual family.

Desiree slid on the other side of us, stroking Liza's leg as our granddaughter shifted around to straddle me. "You'll love his cock, mi Florecita."

"I know I will, Abuela." Liza answered. She contorted her lithe body to bend down and give Desiree a passionate kiss. I groaned at the incestuous sight of the two beauties kissing, my dick throbbing against Liza's virgin flesh.

Alison pressed up behind Desiree, nuzzling her wife's neck. "I'm horny; wanna make me cum?"

"You're always horny," Desiree said, a naughty smile on her lips.

"Mmm, I am. So, you wanna make me cum or not?"

Desiree rolled over. "I always do, mi Sirenita."

"It's why I love you!" Alison said. "You're just so generous. I mean, look at these big titties!" Alison grabbed Desiree's big, soft boobs, squeezing them.

Liza giggled at her grandmothers.

"Oh, yes!" my mother moaned from the other side, drawing my eyes.

Calypso had knelt before her, spreading her grandmother's thighs and burying her face into her snatch. My mom groaned as Calypso feasted. Then Marcelo knelt behind his sister-wife, and buried his cock into Calypso's cunt; his eyes fixed on my mother's breasts.

He had a taste for older women. I understood. My mom was a MILF.

I was lost watching my son and daughter fuck my mother until I felt Liza's pussy lips brush the tip of my cock. I groaned, my attention snapping back to her. Mary held my cock while Liza shuddered, adjusting herself until her hymen pressed on my dick, the barrier separating me from the heaven of her snatch.