Empusa, a demon of lust, must ensnare a mortal soul for the eternal war against the Seraphim. Taking his virginity and his heart is easy. Dealing with her own awakening submissive desires is not.Dark forces are amassing against her, and its up toMoreEmpusa, a demon of lust, must ensnare a mortal soul for the eternal war against the Seraphim. Taking his virginity and his heart is easy. Dealing with her own awakening submissive desires is not.Dark forces are amassing against her, and its up to Empusa to serve five brutal Masters in the infernal Tower of Torment to save not just her love, but both Heaven and Hell...Excerpt:Theres a sensation of moving through mud, like my body is both infinitely heavy and weightless all at once.
Then Im thrust out the other side, taking in the differences of Earth- The slightly higher gravity, the lack of ash in the air you breathe.And the cold. I cover up my naked form with my arms and wings, shivering.The robed figure stands stunned. I do believe hes stopped breathing. Slowly I unfurl my wings and do my best to look impressive. Im standing on a pentagram drawn with rams blood. Only rams blood will do, because of some loophole in demonic law. As long as Im in the pentagram, Im technically under his power.
I have to answer any questions he has, and use my powers to the best of my ability at his command. However, theres not much one can do within a circle, and here lies the con of demonic summoning.The summoner thinks he is in control, and can make pacts with the demons he summons.
However, these pacts are open to interpretation, often to the detriment of the foolish mortal who made them. Once, for example, a soldier summoned a Baalor to watch his back in combat. The Baalor did just that—he watched while his back was stabbed three times.However, Ive been instructed to play it straight with this boy.
Man, really, I see as he doffs his hood. Im faced with a handsome, high cheek-boned specimen of adulthood. Even beneath his robe—which is of authentic goats fur, I note—I can tell hes physically fit. That, combined with him being rich should make him too busy with the ladies to bother with something as involved as demonic summoning.“Who has summoned Empusa, Mistress of Hell?”“I, Ron Williams, Master sorcerer, have summoned thee,” he says, waving his arms. “I beseech thee and command thee to bend thy demonic might for my will.”“Look, son, you dont have to talk like that,” I say, suppressing a giggle.“I—uh, of course I dont!” He points his finger at me.
“I would make pact with you, demon!”“Ah, yes, a pact.” I lean forward, leering at him, until I come close to the invisible barrier separating us. It glows a dull red. “And what are the terms of this pact?”Smugly, he withdraws a scroll from inside the robe.“I, Ron son of Job, hereby immediately and for a period of no more than one hundred years, bind this demon as my slave. She will obey me in all things, and serve me in all things.”The scroll bursts into flames, which I dont think he was expecting. Im laughing hysterically while he runs about his living room, waving the burning sleeves of his robes.
Finally he drags the garment off and tosses it into his bathtub.“Stop laughing at me,” he says. I stop, though I still snicker. “Come out of the pentagram.”“I cannot appear on Earth in my True Form. I must needs adopt a mortal form.”“Then adopt one.”“So be it.”I close my eyes and imagine myself as I appear in my true form. Slowly, I make changes, taking away my horns, my wings, and my hooves, straightening my legs, and lightening my skin. Then I say the word of power, and I am transformed.I look much like I did when I died at the tender age of 22—except, of course, that Im naked.
As I step over the line of blood, I can see him licking his lips as he examines my body.“Does it meet with Masters approval?”He flinches like Ive struck him. Swallowing, he looks squarely at my breasts and then my eyes.“What did you just call me?”“Master.”He closes his eyes tightly.“Say that again.”