Innocent Devil’s Harem Ch. 113 (Patreon)

January 15, 2023

NOTE: Well, this chapter has a bit of steamy, and then a bit of...memories. Not happy ones. Hope you enjoy!

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- CHAPTER 113: Nightmare -

After recalling two memories directly related to Gwen when she was younger, she both embraced me firmly and kissed me passionately as she fully realized who I was to her. Not just as the boy she’d met recently, but as the man she once knew thousands of years ago. A man she assumed must be long dead by now.

Because I was everything to her.

She was absolutely confident that I was the reason why she was even alive in the first place, and it was because of me that she had her mistress, since there was no way that was an accident.

It was now obvious that Miriam found Gwen quite intentionally, on my part at least.

But it was even more than that.

I’d been the reason for everything ‘good’ in Gwen’s life, at least in her own perception.

Even when tragedy struck, I’d been there to save her, and to bring her happiness again.

So, she showed her appreciation…by loving on me, in this moment.

Showed her appreciation in her submission to me.

Allowing me to soak up all the affection I’d been incapable of truly enjoying before.

Before, when she knew me both as ‘Unrecognizable,’ as well as ‘Master.’

However, as shocking as all this was, we unfortunately couldn’t dwell on it all morning.

I wanted to know more about what Gwen remembered, and I wanted to know more about what our ‘untraditional friendship’ had entailed, but there was a reason why she’d been just about to wake me up. A reason why she still needed to wake Serenity and Natalie, who were snuggling soundly in bed together.

However, there was one important thing she wanted to leave me with, before waking the others.

We had truly been good friends, especially as she’d gotten into her early twenties -- she felt confident of that. And while I didn’t confess my love for her until she was practically on her deathbed at the age of twenty-six, she was absolutely confident of one other thing.

She was my betrothed.

Unknown to me, her father had approved of her desire to be with me, and offered her hand in marriage. The hand of the imp princess, to a man only known as ‘Unrecognizable.’ To a man most couldn’t even assign a title to.

Were it not for whatever unfortunate events resulted in the demise of her entire race, then I might have visited their castle, only to find myself marrying the sexy imp soon after. Because, with her father’s approval, I wouldn’t have been able to deny her any longer. Especially knowing that her feelings were never going to change.

She had already been well past the normal age for marriage, ignoring all other offers, no matter who they came from, only having eyes for one man.

Just one.

Her master.

Which meant, Gwen would have been my first wife.

In many ways, since I’d never truly been engaged to Miriam or Delilah, she’d also been my first fiancé.

My first betrothed.

My first woman.

If only tragedy hadn’t befallen them.

Perhaps it was even a result of my curse, to ensure I never found happiness, though I suspected that was much too egotistical to be true. Nevertheless, this new realization changed everything about how I saw Gwen.

Or perhaps, made my attachment to her far fuller than it had been before.

The foundation was still there, but now ‘what she meant to me’ had become something strong enough to rival the attachment I felt toward Serenity. And to even rival the powerful supernatural bond I had with Natalie and Rosa.

Just like that, these memories had basically made Gwen shoot to the top of my list, if I were to actually have one. How I felt about her, having known her even when she was younger, having seen her grow up, far exceeded the time I’d spent with Miriam and Delilah long ago.

It was absolutely comparable to what I shared with Serenity, even if I couldn’t remember all the details.

I didn’t want to leave her so soon, but we both knew that we, thankfully, had the luxury of ‘future time’ together, when other pressing issues weren’t vying for my attention. Because unfortunately, I still had school. I couldn’t skip tomorrow for a variety of reasons, which meant I had to deal with this situation with my brother Joseph today. And I didn’t want to put it off, because I did need allies.

Possibly now, more than ever, after my hand had been forced the previous evening, and I had no choice but to kill my father.

I sincerely hoped that no one would find out about my involvement, and that nothing would come of it, but I also had to prepare for the possibility that trouble was in my future.

Thus, Gwen finally let me go, so that she could wake the others while I got dressed.

My suit was torn, but thankfully there were other things for me to wear. Other clothing that Miriam had purchased only recently, knowing I had the tendency to ruin what I was wearing if I transformed without discretion.

Normally, it would be a twenty-minute drive from my house to Joseph’s place, according to them. However, Joseph lived more in the direction of Miriam’s mansion, essentially making it ‘on the way’ between the two points.

Meaning, if we were leaving from home, it would be twenty minutes to get to Joseph’s place, and then an additional forty minutes to continue on to where Miriam lived. My brother of course didn’t know we were actually an hour away from home, and similarly a good forty minutes away from his house.

It was just now 7 AM, and he likely assumed we wouldn’t even consider leaving until after 7:30 AM, but in reality we only had about twenty minutes to get ready, if we were going to get there at 8 AM like planned.

Granted, that was assuming we aimed to be there on time.

After all, I could just let him know we were going to be a little bit late.

The thought made me pause when I reached the large bed with the two adorable succubi sprawled out, just waiting for me to reclaim my spot between them.

Figuring it couldn’t hurt to just enjoy the snuggles for another few minutes, I climbed into bed with them, taking a deep breath as I relaxed. I realized that I actually felt a little stressed after that dream, and I suspected that part of the reason why I didn’t feel like dwelling on it right now was because I didn’t want to remember anything else anytime soon.

As if my subconscious knew there were bad things to remember, and so my mind wanted to try to focus on other things, despite these new revelations…

Like snuggling with Miriam and Delilah, despite realizing who Gwen truly was to me…

Honestly, I really was kind of tired still.

Especially after my late-night escapade with Gwen outside, followed by talking with Bethel.

Yawning loudly, I tensed when I unexpectedly had thin pale fingers squeezing my right nipple in a vice grip, focusing down at Delilah to see that she was acting like she was asleep, aside from the obvious assault on my body.

”You just want me to fuck the shit out of you, don’t you?” I teased.

She grinned at that, her eyes still closed. “Yes please.”

I rolled my eyes, seeing in her mind that she hadn’t a clue that I’d just remembered certain things, having only now woken up. “Not sure there’s enough time,” I commented.

She pouted. “Two minutes,” she demanded.

I took a deep breath, knowing it was pointless to argue with her.

“You’re on top,” I retorted in kind, being aware that Gwen was already on her way back, intending on helping me remain somewhat on schedule by informing Delilah of when our time was up, once she’d had some fun.

The little minx grinned at that, reaching up to brush some of her black hair out of her face as her bright blue eyes finally popped open. “Okay!” she chimed, sitting up like her ass was on fire and using one of her wings to help her flip right over on top of me, wasting no time grinding her wet snatch into my soft cock, moaning as she balanced herself on her elbows on my upper stomach, while grabbing at both my nipples this time.

Holy shit, I wasn’t sure I’d ever gotten so hard in my entire life. Or so quickly.

And she wasn’t even really using her charm!

I was starting to feel that familiar ball of pleasure in my gut now, but initially it had been all from her knowing exactly how to stimulate me into turning into a brick, ready to sink right into her swollen folds.

And of course, she wasted no time sinking right on my throbbing cock, moaning seductively as she did so while continuing to tease my nipples.

“Yeah boy,” she groaned. “That’s what my pussy needed this morning. Your big yummy cock to fill me up.” She pulled herself up and sank back down. “Hmm, yeah, cum hard for me, okay boy?” Her tone became more pouty. “I won’t torment you this time if you just promise to cum really hard.”

I felt like my mind was swimming from how dramatically I’d gone from ‘not in the mood’ to about to explode.

And then she leaned down and grabbed the sides of my chest firmly while sucking on one of my nipples, the breath from her nose hot on my skin, the ball of pleasure sending me over the edge and causing me to cum hard deep inside her heated pussy.

“MMMMMM!” she moaned as I filled her up, only to turn her head to rest her cheek on my chest as she started gasping. “Oh fuck. Boy, you make me so crazy. I knew what to expect and it still hit me like a freight train. Oh my God, this is so wonderful. Ohhhh, fuck yes.” She then focused up at me with a glare. “Come on boy, kiss me. I’m short. I can’t do all the work.”

I smirked at that as I eased myself up on my elbows, so that my torso was curled enough that I could reach her lips, with her moaning into my mouth as she started rocking on my cock, her small hands feeling my chest as she felt my thick member stretch her pussy out.

Gwen was already back in the room, though she looked a bit flustered now, watching her master have sex with another woman. It was obvious she wanted to join in, but felt uncertain.

Miriam roused then, seeming a little surprised briefly, and then amused as she focused up at us to watch Delilah ride me.

She then pushed up on one elbow and focused on her maid, whose face was flushed as she watched, her muscular thighs tense as she stood there in her sexy silk maid uniform.

“Good morning, Gwen,” Miriam said in amusement.

“G-Good morning, mistress.”

“Come to wake our handsome man up?”

“Y-Yes mistress.”

Miriam made an amused noise. “Such a good girl. Why don’t you help my friend out by licking her ass while she cums on his cock?”

“T-Thank you mistress,” she whimpered, climbing on the bed without hesitation, her furry knees making the bed creak slightly, and bending down to run her long tongue from the base of my cock up to Delilah’s ass.

The blue-eyed succubus moaned into my mouth from Gwen’s heat, only to break the kiss as she gasped from the maid teasing her asshole.

“Oh my God, how long is your tongue?” she moaned. “You’re making me so wet right now.”

Miriam just giggled. “Oh, I’ll let you see just how long it is later today. She has the perfect face for sitting.”

A small part of me couldn’t help but wonder what Gwen’s father would think of what her life had become, especially being that she’d been a real princess, but I quickly pushed that thought aside, not wanting to ruin the mood when the others could see into my mind, if so desired.

Delilah’s eyes fluttered shut at the idea of sitting on Gwen’s face, moaning again. “Oh fuck, I can only imagine. Uh!” she gasped. “Oh fuck, it’s so thick, oh shit, she’s going in, oh fuck, I’m about to cum, uhhhh!”

She immediately mashed her lips into mine again as she thrusted her hips on my cock, her whole body tensing as her warm figure squirmed against me.

“Oh fuck,” she then gasped. “Boy, you make me feel so good. I think that was longer than two minutes, but it was so worth it. Promise not to hate me for breaking my promise?”

I rolled my eyes. “Yes, but now you need to let Miriam have her turn.”

The short redhead gasped. “Oh? Do I get a turn?!” she said excitedly.

I rolled my eyes again, causing her to giggle, only for her to get up on her knees and give Delilah a really hard shove.

“Oof!” the blue-eyes succubus exclaimed as she rolled off me. “Hey, you’re going to turn me on again!” she complained.

Miriam giggled and climbed right on top of me, taking her friend’s place and sinking right down on my leaking head, moaning as Gwen went right to work with her tongue on her mistress this time. Licking and probing her asshole.

“Oh baby,” she moaned. “Oh baby you’re so perfect. I want to go slow, but I know we need to go fast.”

Finding her lips with mine, she moaned into my mouth as she rocked on my shaft, her midnight tail wrapping around one of Gwen’s horns as the maid obediently licked her ass. Delilah moved closer to Miriam’s ass then with a flushed face, gently reaching out to rub Gwen’s cheek with the back of her hand as she watched that long tongue run from the base of my cock up to Miriam’s tail.

Until finally the sexy redhead was whimpering into my mouth as she got there.

I knew I was never going to leave the house if I didn’t make an effort to be the strong one here, so once she was done, I spent another half minute enjoying a really intimate kiss with the short redhead, and then indicated I was ready to rinse off and get dressed…intending on showering in the single room that Serenity and Natalie were both getting ready in, knowing that using Miriam’s bathroom would definitely be trouble.

Thus, I pushed her off me playfully and climbed out of bed.

However, just as I was getting ready to leave the room, I couldn’t help but say one last thing, especially since Miriam was giggling as she now sat back into the maid’s lap, Gwen’s furry legs crossed, the short mistress teasing the taller woman by reaching up to pinch her large nipples over the silk uniform.

One last thing, that stemmed from recalling who I truly was in relation to her.

Something that I could sense that even Gwen had forgotten about briefly, only because of how potent the presence of a horny succubus was, never mind a pair of them.

Truly, a distraction in the most literal sense.

And something that I was trying to avoid thinking about right now, since I had other things to worry about in this moment, and didn’t want to spend another ten or fifteen minutes explaining what I remembered to Miriam and the others. But something that was now at the forefront of my thoughts.

“Hey…” I began hesitantly, pausing when she focused on me. “I’m well aware Gwen has lived with you for a long time now, and that her health is a priority to you, but I just wanted to point out that her lust can still fatigue, since I haven’t given her my blood yet.”

Miriam nodded, her expression more serious as she shifted her weight to sit backwards more, leaning against her maid now, the top of her head just barely reaching Gwen’s chin. “You’re worried Delilah’s influence is going to cause me to get carried away,” she stated plainly.

I grimaced. “Please don’t take that the wrong way. I realize that probably sounds rude coming from someone who has barely known her for…a week…” My grimace deepened, not wanting to get into the truth of the matter right now, but knowing that was kind of a lie.

Thankfully, she wasn’t peering too deeply into my mind.

She shook her head. “No, you’re right, baby. I mean, I’m not planning on getting carried away, but it’s a valid concern nonetheless.” She focused on the black-haired minx, still speaking to me. “Delilah and I have some catching up to do anyway, and we’ll need to have a talk about sex, in particular, since things will have to be a little bit different than what I’m sure she’s used to.”

“O-kay,” Delilah immediately whined, as if she was already in trouble, her midnight tail limp on the bed, her wings tight against her back.

Miriam just giggled, before focusing on me again. “Love you baby. Go take your shower before the three of us tackle you and drag you back to bed.”

I just shook my head at that, a grin tugging on my lips, not saying anything else as I left Miriam’s suite with clothes in hand, and headed down the hallway to where I knew Serenity was dressing and Natalie was showering.

Honestly, it was really nice being able to see into everyone’s heads, because I probably would have ended up spending all day worrying about, and constantly revisiting, what I just said, wondering if Miriam actually had been a bit offended by my comment. But in reality, I could see in her mind that she actually appreciated that I was willing to speak up for Gwen, who was very much in a position, mostly by choice, where she could sincerely be abused.

Because Miriam was protective of her too.

Essentially, Miriam was actually glad I was prioritizing ‘safety’ over worrying about causing someone to be offended.

Which left me reassured that my words hadn’t accidentally caused conflict, and that she wasn’t even focused on it anymore, already beginning to talk to Delilah about the topic of sex, first sharing how she’d lived life up until now, and then asking how Delilah had handled her lust needs in the most recent fifty or so years in modern society.

After all, with the invention of security cameras, something that illusion spells were useless against, a succubus couldn’t exactly just drop by all the clubs in town for some fun. Which meant, they did have to be at least somewhat careful with their sexual encounters. Which was why Miriam had used employment as a means to bring people to her, and Delilah had apparently utilized my father’s business, and its employees, in order to get a large portion of her needs met.

In the meantime, while I did pay some attention to their discussion out of curiosity, I mostly tried to focus on getting ready.

Sharing in an intimate kiss with Serenity first thing, I then climbed into the shower with Natalie, knowing I shouldn’t have been surprised that it turned into ‘a little something.’

One kiss was all it took for her to lift her leg and sink down on my still hard cock, her arms wrapped around my neck, her naked body pressed against mine, as we just enjoyed the intimacy for about a minute.

Her actual excuse was kind of adorable when she was first sinking down on me.

“I…I just need to feel you in me. We don’t even have to fuck, I just…Uhhh,” she groaned once she was fully impaled.

But then we simply held each other as I throbbed inside her cunt, until she gave me another kiss and pulled off to climb out of the shower since she was done washing up.

After that, I was soaping up and rinsing off in about five minutes, followed by drying off as I peeked into the bedroom when I realized from Serenity’s head that she had my clothing laid out on the bed. The brand new stuff I’d brought with me, including jeans and a nice black polo shirt.

Getting dressed, and then mentally asking Miriam to have Delilah run over my phone to me, the sexy little devil not even ashamed to be striding down the halls butt naked, Natalie, Serenity, and I all decided to just stop by someplace on the way for breakfast, to avoid being any later than we already were.

We also picked up a cooler that Gwen had prepared and set in the grand foyer on a coffee table, with blood bags on ice in case anyone needed some blood, along with a bag of syringes, all of us already knowing Rachel most definitely would want some when she woke up.

It was only then that I realized I probably should have used last night as an opportunity to give Elizabeth my blood. Because, even if Bethel couldn’t be compelled, Liz technically could, which would be a huge problem if another incubus asked her directly what happened to my father.

Meaning, the sooner I could give Liz immunity to compulsion, the better.

For all our sakes.

But, it would have to be later.

Why?

Because of all the people I could possibly give my blood to, those who could literally burn down the mansion, including Gwen and Elizabeth, were individuals who I absolutely wanted to monitor the whole time.

Perhaps this evening, after I’d done the same for Joseph and all his wives. It would mean her staying until Monday morning, but hopefully that wouldn’t be a problem.

In any event, I figured I’d ask her what she wanted to do, indirectly, through Gwen or someone else after she woke up.

Once the three of us climbed into the car, Serenity at the wheel while Natalie took the backseat, I went ahead and sent a message to Joseph, just so he knew that we’d probably be there around 8:15 AM.

And then, I decided to just enjoy the ride, attempting to keep my thoughts mostly clear and focused on the present…

Because…

Now that I didn’t have a pair of succubi distracting me, I had an uncomfortable sensation tugging on my mind. One that told me there were other memories waiting to be remembered.

And…unlike the first two…

These wouldn’t be pleasant.

Far from it.

They would be living nightmares.

Memories I wasn’t ready for. Ones I wasn’t prepared to handle...

And so, I focused on the here and now.

On Serenity and Natalie.

And on the task at hand.

Forming this new alliance…

With my brother.

Unfortunately…

There was one more memory that wouldn’t remain forgotten no matter how hard I tried to focus on the here and now, my effort having become so intense that everyone was focused on me in concern now.

Gabriella, Avery, and Rosa were all awake by this point, the first two cuddling in bed while the three of them talked quietly. Michelle and Rebecca were both awake as well, my blonde MILF having grown quiet in response to my almost desperate concentration.

And Miriam, Delilah, and Gwen hadn’t resumed having sex yet, all three now focusing on me in concern as Gwen shared in hushed whispers what I’d remembered earlier. Hushed whispers that had them both shocked at what Gwen was disclosing. At what it implied about what Gwen meant to me, and how I was both related to her salvation, as well as at least aware of what caused her people to basically go extinct…

Aware…deep down…

Serenity and Natalie were focused as well, Natalie actually reaching forward to rest her hand on my shoulder in concern.

But, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t keep it back.

The second time that I lost everything.

The second time I suffered a horrible nightmare.

Losing my only friend.

Losing my only love.

I finally covered my face as the images began flooding my mind, so clear that it was as if it had happened only yesterday.

Two thousand years ago.

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I never ran.

Never.

A thousand years had removed all sense of urgency from my mind, and I took my time wherever I went.

But now…

Now I ran, as hard as I could.

Blood.

There was blood everywhere, splattered on the walls. Puddles of it splashing from my footsteps.

So much blood, and yet there were no slain bodies.

No visible gore.

The kingdom of the imps was painfully silent.

And I was panicking, rushing through the halls of the castle in search of someone.

Anyone, who was still alive.

Where were the guards? The maidservants?

Where were the people?

Rushing to where I knew my friend’s bedchambers were, though I’d never actually seen inside them, I finally found the massive Imp Lord knelt over a fragile figure, a familiar form limp in his arms.

Dead.

No.

God, no.

“Lord Gershon,” I barely managed, my voice feeling raw.

The large man immediately turned his head to focus on me, blood covering his jaw and chest, not having noticed my arrival until now, only for hope to appear in his slitted crimson eyes.

“Unrecognizable,” he said in relief. “My daughter. Please save her.”

My heart erupted in a panic as I focused down at the limp form in his arms, only to realize what I was ashamed to admit…was a relief.

Her mother.

It was her mother.

Not her.

My tone was harder. More determined now.

I needed information in order to help.

I couldn’t just magically solve a problem with no clue what I was dealing with. I’d been studying for hundreds of years, to learn everything about every curse, and every possible cure to those curses, in hopes of one day fixing my own curse, but I had to know the details.

Because I knew nothing of what I was seeing right now.

Something new.

Something previously unheard of.

“Gershon, what’s happened? Who has cursed you, and your people?”

“My daughter,” he repeated, only to abruptly cough out an entire vase worth of blood, spilling over the dead body in his arms. “Please save her.”

I had to look at the woman in his grasp again, confirming it wasn’t his daughter, but instead his wife. Was this infliction also a curse of the mind? Either way, I knew I had to prioritize my friend. I had to be logical here.

As much as I hated to admit it, the kingdom would survive without…

Without…her…

But they couldn’t survive without their Lord.

He was their strength.

My tone was calmer, my heart anything but.

“My friend, let me try to save you first. Your people need their King. Please, explain what has happened. Do you know which curse this is? Who is afflicted? Everyone? And do you know who inflicted it?”

“No,” he said firmly, finally setting the body down, but unable to get to his feet, pointing firmly in my direction. “Go! My daughter is in her chambers. She was among the first afflicted. Go! Please! Her mother has already passed. I can’t lose her too! I…” His voice cut off as he started coughing up more blood, looking like he was vomiting far more than he even had to give.

His eyes were beginning to bleed.

His ears too.

Unexpectedly, without warning, the woman before him abruptly exploded into an eruption of blood, as if even her flesh and bone suddenly became pure blood, splashing all over the Imp Lord, coating him in a fresh layer of crimson fluid.

Blood…that was the body of his beloved wife, only a mere second ago.

Fuck.

FUCK!

I turned around without a second thought, running even harder than before, panic now clouding my thoughts as I mentally compared what I’d just seen from the Imp Lord…compared what I’d just seen happen to his wife…

With the words he’d just said, prior to him coughing up so much blood, speaking of his daughter.

Speaking of the princess.

‘She was among the first afflicted.’

Logic was gone.

The pain and fear and panic in my heart spurred me onward.

No.

NO.

NO!

Rushing down the massive hallway, I came to a stop at where I knew the princess resided, having been tricked into visiting here once before, in her desire for me to at least know where her bedchambers were located in the massive castle. Something she didn’t think inappropriate at all, given I was a good friend, even if I personally had disagreed.

The wooden doorway was already ajar, blood all over the floor, splattered everywhere.

The walls painted in it.

No!

NO!

I rushed into the room anyway, my feet splashing in the river of blood, only to be alarmed when I saw a familiar figure lying in her bed, bleeding out of every orifice, conscious and terrified.

Terrified, for she was not alone.

A disfigured man in a hooded cloak was bent over her, his protruding horns indicating his race, his hand on her bare chest indicating his intentions.

My vision turned bright red with rage as I dashed forward, a curved ethereal blade, one consisting of my very soul, erupting out of my palm and slicing for my enemy even before he had time to fully react to the attack.

For, once again, I had become Wrath.

Vengeance my purpose, Rage my power.

All at once, I saw a pair of slitted crimson eyes focus on me in horror, even as his upper body abruptly separated from his lower half, his legs crumbling to the floor even as his arms and chest splashed into a puddle of blood.

His dastardly eyes glared at me as the light in them began to dim.

He was not an inferno imp, but he was an imp, nonetheless.

One who clearly looked like he had a grievance against the inferno imp kingdom.

“Too late,” he coughed then, managing a sinister grin, just before my sickle came slicing down again, splitting his head in two.

Just like that, he was dead, his brains spilling out of his skull.

“Master,” a feeble voice whispered, immediately shifting my attention.

Blade now gone, I held out my hands helplessly, afraid to touch her, afraid to cause her pain.

She was naked, her clothing gone, the only thing hiding her pale skin being a layer of fresh blood. Hers? One of her maidservants?

Either way, she was dying.

The light was fading from her crimson eyes.

Eyes the same shade of red as that bastard of a creature I’d just slain, and yet so different.

She stared straight upward now, as if unable to see.

As if blind, only able to sense my mind.

“Master,” she repeated, her tone desperate now.

I settled my hands on her body, one hand resting on her shoulder, the other on her bare thigh. Coating my palms in the blood.

So much blood.

So much available magic.

A room full of sacrifices, the energy released potent in the air.

Suddenly, I knew what I had to do.

Only one way to save her.

Only one way to give me time, to save her.

The problem was…

It was a spell I’d designed…

To be a punishment.

A punishment!

It would be painful as I sealed her for an eternity, excruciating to exist in a state that defied the universe itself, and most importantly, it would be horrifying for her to experience these last moments for however long it took for me to save her.

For, that was the nature of this punishment.

Whatever emotion she was feeling as I completed the process, would be the emotion she would suffer with…

Forever.

It was meant to be a punishment.

Meant to inflict pain and torment, and for the individual to suffer an eternity of terror.

And now, my only chance of saving her…

Was to do the same.

I began chanting without thinking.

It was already a miracle she’d lasted this long, and I didn’t have time to hesitate.

My words felt far away, as if they were coming from someone else, even as the process started.

Vines of blood began to spring from every direction, the floor, the soaked sheets, everywhere, stabbing into her body, and beginning to grow like weeds as they penetrated deep into her organs, starting to literally mummify her in the worst way possible.

Yes, taken from the Egyptians, I’d designed a spell to mummify a living person.

With blood.

Keeping them alive and suffering, for an eternity.

Yet now…

I was doing it to her.

Fuck!

I didn’t want this for her!

But I needed time.

I needed time to save her.

FUCK!

“M-Master!” Gwen cried out, every fiber of her being stabbed, strangled, and suffocated as she was entombed in blood itself. Entombed in the rawest of magic itself.

Pulling out my knife, I slit my wrist and held it over her, allowing my gushing blood to be added into the mix, immediately obeying my command to invade her and destroy her…

To keep her alive.

As a tormented mummy, encased fully in blood…

She was terrified.

She was in unimaginable agony.

And she knew I was the cause.

I could see the betrayal in her unfocused eyes. The panic, the terror, the despair…

The desperate longing…

I was killing her.

Torturing her.

The man she loved was hurting her.

My throat was tight as I watched the light fully begin to fade from her crimson eyes, now dying from my horrible abomination of a spell. And yet, I had to speak.

Because I couldn’t let her suffer like this.

So, I would leave her with one thing.

One last truth.

Something I’d never told her, not even once.

“Gwenvael,” I managed, forcing myself to raise my voice so she could hear me clearly.

Her body was trembling violently as the blood flooded over her skin, beginning to darken into a midnight encasing that would seal her for an eternity.

Because this was meant to be a punishment!

I could barely see, my vision blurry.

“Gwen, I love you. More than anything else in this world, I love you.”

Her unseeing red eyes widened in alarm.

Shock.

And then, something else broke through her terror.

Something else broke through her agony.

Relief.

Hope.

The light faded from her eyes…

The midnight encasing fully engulfed her head. Fully engulfed her horns.

And it was over…

She was gone…

A black figure lying in her place. Her heart stopped, her breathing ceased.

Alive, and yet dead.

Mummified.

In blood and magic.

I fell to my knees…

And for the first time in a thousand years…

I cried.

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Serenity had to pull over.

We…were going to be late.

I should have just stayed at the mansion a little longer.

FEEDBACK: Well, it was an emotional rollercoaster for me, how about you?

ALSO PLOT! I don't have the plot super ironed out beyond the next few chapters (due to focusing so much on Combat Healer), so if you have certain topics you would like to see covered, or questions you'd like answered, I'm open to suggestions (including long-term plot ideas -- now is the chance to offer ideas, before I start piecing the puzzle together for the next 15 to 30 chapters).

Kai is obviously planning on visiting Joseph. I have plans for all of that, but afterward my ideas are just vague stepping stones that don't have a particular order just yet.

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