Thursday, January 6, 2005

Lucifer’s Garden: The Fall of the Quadrants
The Manor of Trees


Lilith the Second Coming

The defected child rest somberly in his mother’s, light brown arms. Her forest green eyes, lay upon the child’s forest greens eyes, that could barely open. The child’s mother, the carrier passed the gene onto her son. The process had been going on for a year, and over a hundred offspring were spawned. The Mongolian father of all of these soon to be beast was killed by the king of the fifth layer of hell, Osmolious. He was a rather large demon; the mastermind, who forcefully brought the two young people together to create the monstrosity that lay in her arms. The furry child snuggled into his mother’s cold embrace, not knowing that he was to be disposed of. Osmolious saw him as a reject, and decided that he was to be killed. Two demons with large horns entered the chamber where the woman and her child sit.
“It is time for the child to be executed,” one of the demons said, popping his knuckles.
“Leave me and my child alone, there are hundreds of others you could tend to,” the woman snapped, clutching her child into her arms.
“Give the child up,” The demon demanded, and he walked over to her, and reached for the baby.
“No!” she screamed, as they took her child away from her. The rage inside of her consumed every inch of her body, and the rage pushed her over the edge. The carrier had become the specimen as her cream irises colored both her eyeballs, and large saber fangs became her teeth. She unleashed the most treacherous roar ever heard with any two ears; a deaf man could hear her from a mile away. The two demons turned around to see a beast just as big as them, and her large claws swept across their throats, killing them instantly. Their bodies diminished to the last layer of hell, as the beast woman grabbed her child, that lie in a puddle of blood, crying. Bits and pieces of her clothing hang onto her, and the chains that bound her to the wall of the chamber hit the hot ground as she made her way to Osmolious’s castle with her baby in her arms. Osmolious opened the large gate to his all white castle that sit on a hill above the burning land.
“Kimberly, release the child at once,” Osmolious ordered calmly, walking towards her draped in an all black cape and robe. The beast roared and charged at Osmolious.
“How did she manage a transformation, she was only a carrier,” Osmolious thought to himself, as he blew her away with a flaming wind. Kimberly hit the ground hard, but she kept the baby in her arms. She got up, and unleashed a large roar, her body growing larger and her fangs becoming sharper. She charged at Osmolious again, and this time he grabbed her by her neck, and she slashed him across his gut with her claws. The demon lifted Kimberly by her neck, and drew a large sword with ridges carved into it, and a small skull on the handle.
“Put the monster down,” a young voice called from behind Osmolious. Osmolious threw the beast to the ground, and turned to face the young man behind him.
“Arsonious, what business do you have in my neck of the woods?” Osmolious questioned, holding Kimberly down with his foot in her chest.
“My business is the act of blasphemy you’ve committed,” Arsonious said, staring down at Kimberly, with his brown eyes that were almost fully covered by his long hair that reached his neck. His vest was black with the design of hell flames sewn in the linen, and his baggy pants were tucked neatly into his long boots that reached his calves.
“Grab the child and go, Arsonious,” An elderly voice spoke inside of Arsonious’s head. Hellfire ignited around Arsonious’s balled up fists, and he hopped off his feet and into the air, flying toward Osmolious. The ground beneath him became attracted to his power to wield the fire, and Osmolious met him halfway. Their fists clashed viciously into each other and began a grudge match.
“There is no act of blasphemy that could add up to the act of blasphemy to which your father committed in having you as his son,” Osmolious said. Arsonious gritted his teeth angrily, and struck Osmolious with his other flaming fist. The burn scar on Arsonious’s face turned bright red, as he created an aurora of hellfire. Kimberly began to get up, as the fight continued. Arsonious did a dropkick, and both of Arsonious’s feet crashed into Osmolious’s face. Arsonious landed, and bounced back up with his hands, just as Osmolious tried to punch him, but Arsonious turned into smoke, and disappeared. Osmolious turned around, and Arsonious blew him away with is flames. Osmolious couldn’t touch Arsonious, who lifted him up by his robe.
“Must I waste my breath, and inform you of the futility of your continuation to battle me,” Arsonious stated, as his free arm became consumed by fire.
“Arsonious do not kill him, his fate lies in another’s hands,” The voice spoke in Arsonious’s head again. Arsonious threw Osmolious into Kimberly, who was standing right behind them. The baby lay on the ground, looking innocent and unaware of what was going on. Kimberly caught Osmolious by his neck, but her body began to grow weak and turn back to its original form. Arsonious swooped by and grabbed the child, just as Kimberly fell to the ground, back to her human form.
“Take care of my child!” Kimberly screamed to Arsonious with her last bit of breath. She tripped Osmolious as he tried to pursue Arsonious.
“You jezebel, do you know what you have done! You have set a monster far beyond control free!” Osmolious grabbed the sword that lay on the ground next to Kimberly, and he stabbed her in the chest.
“My son will return, and kill you,” Kimberly whispered as she bled to death…


Arsonious made it out of the first layer of hell, and onto the Earth’s surface, where he found himself in a large backyard that was home to this manor that was larger that the twin towers stacked on top of each other, and wider than a quarter of the grand canyon. The house was very old, and it looked like a haunted house.
“Leave the child where he can be found, and from there leave him to his destiny,” The voice demanded of Arsonious. Arsonious did just as he was told, and left the child at the front entrance of the house.
“I hope Jehovah is right about you,” Arsonious said, before flying off.

The abomination was found two hours later, by an old man in a black tuxedo. He had black hair with grey highlights wrapped into a ponytail with no hair at the top. The man was about fifty years old, and he was about six feet tall. He picked the child up, and took him into the house. He gave the child a bath, and wrapped him in a blanket before taking him out to get some clothing. After an hour of shopping, the old man and the child came back home from the blistering cold winter weather outside. He sat the child in his lap, and fed him while rocking back and forth.
“I don’t see how any mother would give away such a beautiful child,” the man said, staring down at the hairy monster lying in his lap.
“I’ll raise you, and I will protect you from that world outside. There is nothing out there but hatred. I am Jacob, and I will call you Curtis,” Jacob said, as if the baby could understand him.
“You are far different from any other baby I’ve ever seen, but you are still human. You are now my son, and I will accept you as who you are, always,” Jacob whispered, as baby Curtis fell asleep in his arms.


Osmolious sat at his throne, as a short woman dressed in an all black wedding gown made her way over to him. Her hair was a medium length, and it covered her face at times because it was so silky and jet black. Her eyes were a pale grey, and they always stared blankly upon whatever her eyes were fixed on.
“What is wrong my lord?” her soft, yet strong voice said.
“The Desoterix marked with your blood has escaped,” Osmolious replied, pulling her into his embrace.
“How did a small child no more than two years old escape?” the small woman asked.
“Arsonious took him, his reasons for doing so are beyond me,” Osmolious said. The small demon lady wrapped her little arms around his neck.
“I am sure that his brothers will soon take care of him, as soon as they find that he is an abomination far worse than the one that we have to deal with,” the girl said.
“Alesia, what you are saying, is completely wrong. Once they find out what Arsonious is, they will just execute him, but if we never find that Desoterix he will only get stronger as he gets older, and he will be beyond being controlled,” Osmolious explained.
“I will retrieve him,” Alesia said.
“I can’t allow a succubus to Earth; it’s too much of a risk. Though you are quite strange to be a succubus, you are too quite small, and you are the most beautiful succubus I’ve seen since Lilith,” Osmolious complimented.
“My mother was not what I am, she was human,” Alesia said, and kissed his forehead before leaving his embrace.
“Alesia, meet me in my quarters tonight,” Osmolious order.
“Yes, my lord,” Alesia said as she left.


Alesia lie in Osmolious’s bed, awaiting his arrival draped in nothing but the sheets of the bed. He walked through the door, and draped his large black cape over the chair that lay to his right as he made his way to Alesia.
“I have never had a mistress, who arrived promptly. I guess that’s what makes you so special,” Osmolious said, lying down in the bed next to her.
“You have yet to wrong me, so I shall follow your orders, my lord,” Alesia said, without the least bit of lust in her blank eyes.
“I’ve never lain with a succubus before, or a demoness with such a beauty as yours,” Osmolious said. He positioned himself on top of her, and he leaned down to lick at her face with his black tongue.
“I can’t allow you to lie atop of me,” Alesia announce, as his tongue rolled across her expressionless face.
“You are beginning to sound like your mother,” Asmolious said.
“Exactly,” Alesia said, with her face turning red.
“You seem to enjoy it,” Osmolious insisted, staring down at her bright red cheeks.
“It isn’t a matter of like or dislike, my mother believes that a woman should lie atop of her mate, and I intend to obey my mother’s wishes. If you don’t like it, then I suggest you find another mate,” Alesia argued, getting out of the bed.
“You dare defy me?” Osmolious asked. Alesia ignored him, leaving his quarters with a black robe wrapped around her small body. As she took her leave from the castle, Osmolious appeared behind her and grabbed her shoulder with his meaty hand.
“I suggest you release me from your disgusting grasp,” Alesia said, with her dress folded up into her little arms.
“What is a little succubus like you going to do to a monarch demon as myself,” Osmolious said with a slight chuckle. Alesia looked back at him with a glare that could cut the strongest tree down to its bare roots. Osmolious continued to laugh, not noticing the gathering of cobras surrounding his feet. The snakes bit into his leg, and he screamed, just as Alesia made her escape, flying away.
“This succubus is far from anything I have ever seen. How does she fly without wings?” Osmolious pondered, as the snakes soon disappeared.

Alesia surfaced to the Earth, and she dressed back into her black dress. She flew into the skies, and began to plot to kill Osmolious, knowing that he was doing the same thing. After flying around for hours, she decided that she would go back, and just fight him herself, in honor of her beloved mother. She reached the area where she had come to Earth from, and she dove back into the Earth, back to Osmolious. She walked through his kingdom and onto his fortress with her fists balled up, ready to square off with anyone in her way.
“Osmolious, I have returned. Come face me at once,” Alesia said, calmly. Osmolious stood at the top of his mansion, and looked down on Alesia, who stood at the gate.
“So, the little demon has come back,” Osmolious said, with a smile.
“To send you to the final level of hell, where Satan will torture you for eternity,” Alesia said, staring up at Osmolious. Within the blink of an eye, Osmolious was face to face with Alesia.
“You will never defeat me, for you will not pass my creations,” Osmolious said, and pushed Alesia back to the outside. Hundreds of werewolf looking creatures came running towards Alesia. She rose her little arms up and a swarm of vampire bats flew through the group of monsters. While they were distracted, Alesia flew over to where Osmolious stood.
“I knew you were far more complex than any other demon I’ve ever seen,” Osmolious said to Alesia, as she flew in towards him. She landed a few feet in front of him, and began walking towards him. As she made her way to him, black roses bloomed out of the burning ground and purple vines wrapped around the castle. The thorns pierced though the walls of the castle, and the castle began to bleed as blood came from Osmolious’s wrists.
“Your body is bound to this castle,” Alesia stated. Osmolious gritted his teeth, and sent a green projectile at Alesia, who knocked it away with another swarm of her bats. Alesia turned around to find hundreds of succubae coming at her.
“You’ve turned my sisters against me!” Alesia launched into the air, and stared at her sisters with her expressionless face. Red lightening sparked in her hands, and she powered up enough to take out a whole army. She shocked all of her sisters, and looked back to find Osmolious. She turned back around, and he was in front of her, with his sword ready to cut her in half. He slashed the sword across Alesia’s chest, and she moved back, and hopped on top of the sword’s blade. Her rose vines wrapped around the sword and constricted it.
“You have yet to see true power, young Alesia,” Osmolious said.
“You have yet to see the wrath of Lilith,” Alesia said, staring at Osmolious coldly. Osmolious’s free hand, took the form of a dragon’s head, and snapped at Alesia. She powered up her lightening, and drove her fist into the dragon’s mouth. The dragon bit down, and Alesia bit her tongue as she felt teeth sunken into her bicep. The red lightening did very little to stop Osmolious’s arm. Alesia’s sisters regrouped and they swarmed around the tiny succubus, ripping her clothing off. Osmolious noticed the vines on the sword disappearing, and he jammed the sword in Alesia’s chest. The succubae then took her into the dungeon, and had their way with her.

Meanwhile back on Earth, Little Curtis had begun to walk at a very tender age, and the hair on his body began to shed. He was starting to look more human every day, besides the tusk like horns growing out of his elbows, and the fangs that grew in while he was teething.
“You’ve become quite the healthy baby,” Jacob said, grabbing the child into his arms. Curtis smiled, and nibbled at Jacob’s hand, feeling the teething starting to take place again.
“You give me no grief at all, Curtis. I would’ve never thought parenthood could be so easy,” Jacob laughed, as Curtis continued to gnaw at Jacob’s finger.

As the years passed, Curtis began to age slowly, and in twenty years, he looked like a sixteen year old boy. Even though he’d grown to be about 6’7, and the black hair on his head reached the small of his back. He had grown into a young man rather than a beast, and it was all thanks to the old man, Jacob. He entered the house with groceries in his hands, where he found Curtis sitting in the kitchen waiting for him, dressed in a tux similar to his.
“What have you been up to son?” Jacob’s feeble voice said.
“Nothing, father,” he got up, and helped his father with the groceries.
“What’s troubling you, my boy?” Jacob asked, looking at the estranged look on Curtis’s face.
“Father, have you ever felt like someone needed you somewhere, someone was in dire need of your assistance?” Curtis asked, looking up at his father. He wrapped his hair into a ponytail to keep it out of his face.
“I’ve never felt that way, until the day I found you. What is making you feel this way?” Jacob asked.
“I just feel a strange feeling in my gut, and sometimes I can hear screams; the screams of a woman. And in my dreams, I can see her,” Curtis replied.
“God has a purpose for every living thing, and one day you will fulfill yours,” Jacob smiled, and patted Curtis on his back.


Alesia lay in the same cell as Curtis and his mother did, but this time it was heavily guarded by her sisters. There was no way out, not even her powers could get her out. She knew that Osmolious would just strike her down again, it had happened too many times. She sat in the dungeon with her torn gown on, ready to be violated once again by Osmolious.
“Please forgive me mother, I had no intention of letting him lie on top of me,” Alesia pleaded, and then she heard two of her sisters talking on the outside. The hideous demons posed as the same occupation as the male demons before them.
“We have to watch the Halfling closely today, Lord Osmolious is gone to meet with Darius,” The succubus said to the other succubus.
“Who is Darius?” The other succubus asked.
“It is said that he is an ancient vampire, and he does errands on Earth for us, because he can surface Earth without being punished by the almighty or whatever he is,” The succubus explained. The two succubae continued to talk while, Alesia readied her escape.


Osmolious met the vampire, Darius at the gates of hell where only ash was the surface that Osmolious’s large feet trailed upon. Osmolius opened the gates, and Darius walked through. The vampire was dressed in an all white kimono gown outlined in red, and a blood red belt wrapped around his waist. He was as pale the suit he was wearing, with a pinch of peach thrown in to add pigment to his skin. His eyes were as crimson as blood plasma, and looked like they could burn a house down with one blink.
“Greetings, Darius,” Osmolious said. Darius bowed, and began walking, with his boots crushing the ash below his feet.
“Hello, Lord Osmolious,” Darius said, in a British accent.
“I know that you are quite busy these days, so I’ll be brief. You know the experiment I have been working at for over twenty years?” Osmolious asked.
“Yes, the Desoterix project,” Darius said.
“Yeah, well I had a defect that got away, I need you to find him, and destroy him,” Osmolious stated.
“How will I go about killing such a monster? I’ve heard of the abilities of these creatures,” Darius said, walking down the path of ash, looking up at the white sky turning redder.
“You have nothing to worry about, the Desoterix needs a succubus to trigger its transformation, and we have the defect’s succubus in bondage as we speak,” Osmolious said, proudly.

While Osmolious continued his discussion above, Alesia ran out of the dungeon after devouring a handful of her sisters. The other succubae decided not to stay for the massacre, and fled in fear. Alesia ran into the castle and into her room on the first floor to get her dress. She draped herself in stretched velvet with twisted rayon ropes at the sides and a crisscross to tie over her hips. She left the castle dressed in her black Gretchen dress with dark purple crisscrosses. She started to soar to the skies, but she was stopped by a woman dressed in a blood red angel gown, with long blonde hair that reached the top of her buttocks.
“Hello, sister,” her soft voice spoke, her lavender eyes glaring at Alesia. The two succubae levitated in the air, as they stared each other down.
“Satrina, do not tell me you’ve given in to him!” Alesia said, quite peeved that her sister would betray her like this.
“I made my own choice, just as you made yours, and it’s time you return to your chambers,” Satrina said, pointing her finger at her sister. Alesia stared back silently; verbal words were no longer needed, she had nothing else to say to her sister that betrayed her. She decided to allow her power to do the speaking, and she put her hands together in a praying position.
“Praying to mother won’t get you anywhere,” Satrina said, sending a wave of dark energy at Alesia. As the black power reached her, it was stopped dead in its track as Alesia opened her grey eyes, and a flashing shield swirled around her.
“Mother protects me always!” Alesia screamed, sending the black wave back at Satrina with red lightening surrounding it. Satrina soared over it, and shot a flaming arrow at Alesia, who was nowhere to be found. Satrina looked above her head, and found Aleisa upside down in front of her with her fingers clamped together in diamond shape. She was face to face with Satrina with her eyes closed, chanting in whispers. Satrina backed off, and unleashed a series of her flaming arrows at the chanting Alesia. Once the arrows reached Alesia, a white aura overtook her and contested with the arrows. The flaming arrows became one, swirling into a massive projectile wave covered in flames with a large arrow head pointed directly at Alesia, who calmly continued to compete with her sister.
“Give up, Alesia, there is no defeating me, for I am the true goddess,” Satrina said.
“You will never be a goddess, according to mother, you are nothing more than a jezebel,” Alesia snarled, and her white aura turned to a large surrounding of white electricity. The power struggle exploded, and Alesia made her escape, flying out of the fifth layer of hell.

“So, I take this sword, and do away with the defect?” Darius asked, grabbing the sword with the skull on the handle.
“Pierce his throat, and twist it. That should kill him, instantly,” Osmolious said.
“How will I find him?” Darius asked.
“You can track him with this, he just happens to be in your region,” Osmolious said, handing him a golden symbol, that looked like a star. “When you find him, the star will turn red, and you will hear a ringing sound.”
“Ok, I guess this ends our meeting; I will hand you the monster’s head in exchange for my pay,” Darius said.
“Your pay will be waiting for you, the moment you hand me his head,” Osmolious smirked, holding his hand out towards Darius. Darius jumped onto his palm with one foot, and spring boarded off of it, to attack the succubus nearing them. Osmolious turned his head to see, the small lady demon coming at them protected by a white energy aura. Darius and Alesia crossed paths swiftly, grazing each other’s chest. A few drops of blood remained on the ground of ash, as Alesia made her escape. She stopped in midair, and warded off the oncoming projectile wave that Osmolious sent to her.
“Your death will be the result of your own creation; I’m going to retrieve my Desoterix,” Alesia said.
“Never!” Osmolious drove his fist into the ground, and an opening overtook the ground. The star symbol appeared, and jolted up to Alesia. Alesia watched the symbol come at her, and she let it hit her, knocking her out of the pits of hell. Darius ran up the steps leading to the gates to find Alesia limping her way out. The vampire pursued Alesia with the sword grasped tightly in his grip. Once he reached her, they were back on the warm surface of the Earth, free of the burning land’s grimy surroundings.
“Leave me be, you lapdog,” Alesia said, holding her hands together in that diamond shape.
“A succubus who specializes in black magic; I’ve never witnessed such a phenomenon,” Darius said, pointing the sword at Alesia.
“What is your business with Osmolious, and why does it involve you coming to Earth?” Alesia asked.
“I’ve been assigned to eliminate your Desoterix,” Darius said. Alesia stared at him, blankly, and some diamond shaped energy formed in her gathered hands. The green grass was moist with the morning dew, and Darius’ large boots trampled it with his boots as he charged at the little succubus. He slid down on one knee, holding the sword with both hands towards Alesia’s fit midsection. The diamond expanded, swatting Darius away like a fly. Darius thudded against the wet grass; the bright sun was in his face, and he couldn’t see the little demon make her escape.

Curtis settled into the library on the second floor of the large mansion. The shine on the maple wood bookshelves were highlighted by the suns intrusion through the blinds of the window. The brilliant shine gave light to Curtis as he sat at the table reading through a large book, dressed in his suit with a blue royal blue vest topped with a bow tie of the same color. For the last few weeks he’d been researching demons and their origins; and on that week he’d run across Lilith in that very book. He found out that she was supposedly the first wife of Adam, but she wouldn’t allow him to have his way with her. Curtis did not understand the beauty of intercourse; he only knew not to do it until he was married as instructed by Jacob. He’d only heard of the disgusting part of it anyway. Even though Jacob shielde him from the world; the filth of the very sin, still reached the feeble of mind of young Curtis. But it didn’t corrupt him. He even managed to keep himself under control when he was around the young girl that Jacob adopted when Curtis was just turning twelve. As the years went by and Curtis reached 18, the little brunette girl had just turned 14, and she was already blossoming into a woman. Curtis would find himself getting urges, whenever he looked into her dark brown eyes, but he never let them show. He couldn’t have feelings for his own sister; that is who he saw her as. The little girl, named Jewel was transforming to a woman on a daily basis. Her breasts that formed when she was 12 had grown larger and firmer into a C-cup bra. Curtis locked himself in his room every time she took a bath. He always felt that he couldn’t control himself, and he didn’t want his father to be angry with him. The worst thing happened on Jewel’s 15th birthday; later that night after Curtis and Jacob had given her another celebration. Her birthdays were always a happy day, that is all she ever wanted, after being adopted from an orphanage. But on that night she was raped by a dark figure in the night, and early that morning she left a note on her mirror, stating that she’d ran away. This broke Jacob, and Curtis blamed himself for the longest, but he didn’t even remember touching her. He did remember the storm that had come that night, and he could hear footsteps. He thought they were Jacob, but someone had broken into the mansion, and taken Jewel’s purity, without Curtis or Jacob so much as hearing the young girl scream.

This memory was enough to enrage Curtis, and he closed the book shut. The interest of gaining for knowledge had left him for the day. He still felt some of the blame for Jewel being raped.

After hours of walking around Pennsylvania, The vampire, Darius noticed the blinking of his star symbol. He drew it from his robed, and stared at the bright red it had become. He entered the mansion, and the more he progressed to the next floor, the blinking grew stronger.
“Who are you?” Jacob asked from behind. Curtis was on the floor under Jacob, and the symbol continued to blink.
“The question is who are you?” Darius asked with a smirk, and jerked Jacob up by his collar.
“What do you want, Darius the night slayer?” Jacob said.
“So you recognize me, I don’t know how you know but that name doesn’t apply to me. I can now walk in the day time, without as much as a single burn. I am now known as Darius the Slayer,” Darius said.
“I only thought of you as a myth, so the massacre was real, you actually murdered those people back in 1957?” Jacob asked.
“Yes, back when I was weak to the sun,” Darius laughed, and threw Jacob through two more floors and onto the rooftop. Curtis heard the crash, and he dashed up the stairs. As soon as Jacob looked up, he was faced by Darius, who looked down on him. Jacob’s body was thrashed, his arms were dislocated, and his leg was broken. His face was a bloody and dusty mess, covered with plaster.
“Don’t tell me that Osmolious’s creation is not going to put up a proper fight,” Darius picked him back up, and pointed the sword at his neck; the symbol barely blinking. “You’re losing your life force.” Jacob was barely breathing, but his eyes were wide open with panic and fear. The only thing that was on his mind was Curtis, who launched onto the attic. The symbol began to blink like crazy now, and Jacob grabbed at Darius, trying to prevent him from attacking Curtis. Darius threw Jacob to the ground, and stomped him in his chest.
“So, you’re the creation,” Darius said, turning to Curtis.
“What creation? Leave my father alone,” Curtis said, his heart pounding in his chest.
“This is not your father,” Darius said, and jammed the sword into Jacob’s chest. Curtis dashed over to Darius, knowing that it was too late to save his father. He screamed loudly, finding there were no tears rolling down his eyes. The feeling of sorrow overwhelmed him, but he could not cry, for that human emotion was not a given, it was taught to him.
“Why did you take my father away, if I was the one you were looking for?” Curtis asked, mournfully as he crawled over to his dead father.
“How unique, a beast showing sorrow, no wonder you are a defect!” Darius said, as he drove the sword downward onto Curtis. Curtis moved swiftly, and before he knew it he was face to face with Darius.
“How did you do that?” Darius asked, staring into Curtis’s green eyes. Curtis didn’t say a word, and he pushed Darius back, and he slid to the edge of the roof. The setting sun didn’t show the red glow forming into Curtis’ irises as he went to attack Darius.
“I’ve never witnessed such strength,” Darius said, as he got up. Curtis’ fangs became saber-like fangs, and his body began to get bigger. The transformation could not complete, because his succubus wasn’t there to trigger it in the first place. It was out of the ordinary that he had gotten this far. The painful transformation made Curtis immobile, and his skin was its natural light brown tone, but parts of his face were beginning to turn a grayish color. Seizing his opportunity, Darius pierced Curtis’ neck with the sword, and twisted it. A loud scream mixed with the sound of a roar bolted from Curtis’s mouth. He fell to his knees as Darius withdrew the sword from the monster’s throat. Alesia landed on the roof shortly after, sensing that it was too late.
“What have you done? Alesia said, staring at her Desoterix that had fallen back on the ground.
“I disposed of him as I was order to do,” Darius said.
“Bastard,” Alesia said, her black magic beginning to consume her. Darius stepped over of Curtis, and began making his way to Alesia. The monster grabbed at his leg, and tripped him.
“I want let you get away with this,” Curtis said. Fright consumed Darius; just Alesia pointed her finger at Darius, chanting to herself. Before she could finish her curse, Darius jumped off of the roof, plummeting to the ground and disappearing. Curtis’ went back to his regular form with clothes ripped from his change in size. Alesia slowly walked over to him, as he tried to get to his feet. His vision became blurred, and he saw what looked like a little girl coming towards him.

Curtis woke up in his father’s bed, just as the little woman entered the bedroom. She was nude, and he crawled onto the bed next to him.
“Who are you?” Curtis asked, feeling a little drowsy.
“I am Alesia, and I have come to help you,” She replied, rubbing at his bare chest as he sat up in the bed.
“Why did he kill my father?” Curtis asked.
“He wasn’t your father,” Alesia said, bluntly, unaware of how Jacob’s death had affected him.
“He was my father, and I want revenge,” Curtis said.
“I will help you gain that revenge, if you are willing to help me as well,” Alesia said, pulling the blanket up over her to lie next to Curtis.
“Yes, I will help you. What is it that you need my help with?” Curtis asked, feeling very aroused by her.
“I want to make you stronger, so that you can destroy Osmolious, and take over as the king of the fifth layer of hell,” Alesia stated.
“That seems very difficult,” Curtis said.
“It will be, but you will do it. They are afraid of you, and that’s why they killed the man you called your father. They know that one day you will be unstoppable.
“I will? How will this come to past?” Curtis asked.
“You will find out in due time,” She said, and she reached down into the covers to touch his length. “Well, I see that your quite healthy,” Alesia gasped as she felt his arousal.
“What are you doing?” Curtis asked, becoming erect.
“I am going to feed upon you, by intercourse,” Alesia answered, licking at his chest.
“That must mean you are a succubus,” Curtis said.
“Correct, you are quite intelligent for a beast,” Alesia said.
“Thank you, but this must be a dream,” Curtis said.
“No, my powers allow me to take physical form on Earth,” Alesia explained.
“But you’re too beautiful, I read that succubae are hideous creatures, even though their mother was a very beautiful woman,” Curtis said.
“You are correct; I am one of only two succubae that have the power to do this. A succubus is only beautiful in a man’s dreams. Am I not beautiful to you?” Alesia asked, shyly not showing that she was a little bashful.
“You are very beautiful,” Curtis said, falling madly in love with her.
“Alesia, kissed him,” Not understanding the feeling she was making her have. That was her first kiss ever; she had never felt an emotion overwhelm her like this.
“It feels so right to be intimate with you, but we must keep our relationship on a professional basis,” she sat on top of him, straddling his hips.
“But I can not have intercourse with you,” Curtis said, not touching her, but staring at her perky mammary glands.
“But you want to. I can feel it,” Alesia said, listening to him breathe deeply. Curtis had never been this close a female before, and he’d never been so hot and bothered in his entire life.
“I can’t, I have to wait until after I’m married,” Curtis said.
“You mean we must be bound by matrimony for me to feed off of you?” She asked, grinding into him, slowly.
“Yes,”
“So, if you were to lay with me tonight, you will have committed what the Earthlings call a sin?” Alesia asked, curiously running her finger down his thin bird chest. Curtis nodded, his heart pumping viciously in his chest.
“I will respect your wishes, and become your wife, if you will respect mine,” Alesia said.
“You will marry me?” Curtis asked.
“Yes, if you will have me,” Alesia, whispered.
“I will gladly have you, but not now. I need time to get to know you. Will you wait for me? Curtis asked.
“Yes, I will, and when the time comes, my beast, we will conquer a dynasty and began our own. Sleep now, you will need your rest at this time of mourning,” Alesia, said understanding how Curtis was feeling at the time.
“Wait, I must prepare a room for you,” Curtis said, getting out of bed. He wrapped her in the sheets of his bed, and led her to the guest room.
“You want me to stay here?” she asked.
“Yes, it’s the least I could do. I owe you for saving my life,” Curtis said, as she laid down into the king sized bed with dark purple sheets.
“You’ve already repaid me, my beast,” She grabbed his arm, and sat up in the bed.
“How?” he asked.
“By, accepting my offer,” She replied, giving him a kiss goodnight, she couldn’t help herself; though she didn’t know what she was feeling. Curtis smiled, and tucked her in, before leaving the guest room, and entering his own room.

“What do you mean the sword didn’t kill him?” Osmolious’ loud voice could be heard throughout the castle walls. Darius calmly handed the bloody sword back to him, and began to walk away.
“Darius, you must complete your mission! I can’t take a physical form outside of hell,” Osmolious stressed.
“His strength was magnificent. He managed to talk after I pulled the sword from his neck,” Darius said.
“It was too late to tame him,” Osmolious said.
“At least we know where he is, and he can’t transform without the succubus,” Osmolious said, feeling relief.
“He nearly transformed by himself, and I have news even worse than that,” Darius said, interrupting Osmolious’ sudden gasp.
“What is it?”
“Alesia is with him as we speak,” Darius answered.
“I will have Satrina accompany you to battle this monstrosity, and the jezebel that helped it. Just follow her orders, and there won’t be any problems.


Alesia woke up the next morning to find Curtis standing at the foot of her bed. He was fully dressed up in his tie and shirt, watching Alesia as she slept.
“Good morning, Alesia,” Curtis said. Alesia nodded her head back at him, and got up out of bed.
“Do you have any other garments for me to clothe myself with? Alesia asked, standing before him in the nude.
“Yes, I do, they are in the closet to your right,” Curtis said, as he made his way to the closet to get the clothes for her. “I’ll be downstairs if you need me,” he smiled, and left her to her business.

Alesia found him in the kitchen, preparing a meal for two. She sat at the table, watching him cook while thinking to herself.
“Alesia, what was I created for?” Curtis asked, grabbing plates from the cabinet.
“You were created to serve the succubae, and to be a physical form for the demons,” Alesia replied.
“So, I am a sex slave and a messenger?” Curtis asked
“If you want to put it that way, but you are not my slave. You are the next ruler of the fifth layer of hell. You are my king,” Alesia said. Curtis turned to her and smiled while still cooking the meal. He finished the bacon and eggs, and served the table made of cherry oak wood.
“Would you like some?” Curtis asked, politely before fixing his own plate.
“No, you’re my food, my beast,” Alesia said.
“How exactly will you feed on me?” Curtis asked, stabbing his fork though his scrambled eggs.
“Once you penetrate me, I will stimulate you until your pours open up, and your sweat will seep into my womb,” Alesia explained, staring at him eat.
“What is so special about my sweat?” Curtis said, swallowing his food before he spoke. He wiped his mouth with a napkin as he waited for her reply.
“It’s a stimulant, almost a drug to give succubae a sense of nirvana, rather than feeding off of a weakling human man,” Aleisa said. Curtis nodded, and took his empty plate to the sink. He opened the red curtains, letting the sun embrace the atmosphere of the small kitchen. Alesia watched him as he gulped down a glass of pruned juice, with the presence of something on her mind.
“Curtis, I get this feeling when I am around you; it’s a feeling I can’t control. Or simply a feeling I wish not to control,” Alesia said, feeling a little embarrassed, but never showing it nonetheless. Curtis could feel that she was blushing, but he could not see it on her morbid, yet beautiful face.
“I believe the word or feeling that you are seeking, is love,” Curtis said.
“But only foolish creatures feel such an emotion,” Alesia argued.
“Creatures like us aren’t gifted with the emotion of love, we acquire it,” Curtis said.
“Love is for the weak, and I refuse to fall victim to a commodity of that sort,” Alesia sternly announced.
“You don’t understand right now, but in time I will show you what Jacob showed me,” Curtis stated, as he made his way back to the table. Alesia got up, and wrapped her arms around Curtis’ arm.
“We have lots of work to do, my beast,” Alesia said, finding herself resting her head on his forearm…

By the evening hour, the sun’s shine dimmed, and the shade of the trees grew darker above Curtis and Alesia. The vast backyard was larger than two football fields. Thanks to Jacob’s great botany skills, the backyard looked like a designed forest, a tree garden. The trees were lined up back to back and side to side, in perfect columns and rows. Jacob had taken nature, and created a sequential pattern of it. Curtis carried a large boulder up and down this vast region to serve as a training process. Curtis couldn’t believe the amount of strength he was showcasing.
“Curtis, take the boulder, and destroy it with your bare hands,” Alesia commanded from the small cement pallet that she was standing on. Curtis put the boulder down on the well kept grass that felt like carpet when you walked on it.
“How will I do so?” Curtis asked.
“You can do it. Do you trust me? Use your heart and not your mind,” Alesia said.
“I trust you,” Curtis replied. Curtis balled his fist up, popping his knuckles. He reared back in order to jerk his fist towards the rock. His fists crashed into the boulder and minerals exploded outward and into the trees. A piece of the boulder bolted out at Alesia’s face, and she caught it.
“I am very pleased with your performance, Curtis,” Alesia walked over to him, and rubbed at his bloody fist.


After testing Curtis’s strength, Alesia called him to into the guest room. Night had fallen heavily on the mansion at the 9 o’clock hour. Curtis entered the room, with his hand bandaged up tightly.
“I want to test your transformation,” Alesia said, unbuttoning his shirt. She took the shirt off, and put her hand on the left side of her chest.
“Try and relax, Curtis,” Alesia took her feed hand, and rubbed her fingernail across the side of her neck, creating a deep wound. She rubbed a line of her blood across his mocha colored face, immediately turning it into a grayish color. Her blood seeped into the open pours on his face, and consumed the power required for the transformation. Curtis’ human voice intertwined with a bursting roar. By the time the transformation ended, Alesia’s feet were off of the ground. She was hanging from where she pierced his chest with her long fingernails.
“Perfect,” Alesia admired her own version of beauty, as she stared at Curtis. Curtis stood tall in front of her, waiting for her command; his body now belonged to Alesia….

After a year of conditioning Curtis; the time for marriage, had come. Alesia trailed down the aisle, wearing a black wedding gown with a sheer veil already revealing her pale face. The wedding was held in a small chapel on the first floor of the house, where Curtis and Jacob would pray on Sundays. The priest and Curtis stared at the tiny bride making her way to her future with the beast. Unknowing of the ceremony, Alesia wrapped her little arms around Curtis, and rested her head on his stomach.

She held him throughout the remainder of the ceremony; right until she spoke the words “I do”. Her blank face peered heavily into Curtis’s eyes. Curtis picked her up, kissing her sweet lips as he held her by her waists. While kissing her, he felt something wet leak onto his face. He opened his eyes, and the first thing he saw was Alesia’s eyes, watered with tears.

The night of the wedding was a stormy night. Sitting up in the bed, Curtis pored out of the window, noticing the lightening making the window pane flash periodically. Curtis’ nude wife crawled to Curtis, and licked the center of his bare chest.
“I’ve waited so long for this,” Alesia said, sounding as if she were gasping for air. Curtis’ heart pumped with anticipation, he had no idea what to do first. Alesia pulled the sheets back, straddling his hips, before wrapping the sheets around her.
“What are your wishes?” Curtis asked.
“What do you mean?” Alesia said, her finger running down his standing length.
“You… You told me that if I respected your wishes, you would respect mine. What were those wishes?” Curtis asked, gasping when her finger touched the head of her erection.
“You can’t lie on top of me when we lie together,” Alesia said, and let a trail of her saliva roll down Curtis’ arousal before grasping it. Curtis nodded, dead speechless; he looked into her eyes feeling her balled up hand pumping up and down his length, and he could barely breathe. Her grasp tightened, and she leaned forward to kiss Curtis, her tongue wandering through his mouth like an eel. Curtis wrapped his arms around Alesia’s body, and grasped tightly at her hair. Alesia pushed Curtis back onto the bed, and rubbed at his chest, slowly letting him enter her. His eyes widened more and more, feeling a high higher than any apex. He gritted his teeth, feeling a feeling that he’d never felt before. His greens eyes were fixed on Alesia, who rode him speeding up her pace the more his arousal lengthened. The harder she grinded into him, the more he could actually see an expression on her face. A frown of moaning pleasure was neatly written on her pale face now filled with deep emotion. Curtis wanted to see more of this expression, so he grasped tightly at her waist, and began to thrust back into her. Alesia moaned louder, closing her eyes tightly. Her hands that were rubbing at his chest the whole time, were now digging into his flesh; scratching all the way down to his now fit abs that she had helped shape. Curtis’ head jerked back as he unleashed a scream, turning Alesia on even more. Her arousal invited him warmly, allowing his erection to go deeper, hitting spots she thought she never had. Intercourse was never this delightful to her; she had never lain with another beast that actually cared for her unconditionally. Curtis began to sweat slowly, breaking from the pressure Alesia was applying on him. The sweat began to smoke like hot lava running down a volcano, and the volcano was Curtis’s chest. Curtis relinquished himself onto her as his sweat stimulant entered her walls, making her easier to thrust inside of. Alesia rubbed the blood off of his chest, and rubbed them onto herself, smashing her breasts together. Curtis reached up for a grab, and Alesia welcomed him, guiding his hands over her full breasts. She turned over on her back, and Curtis braced himself on the mattress, holding himself up in push up position.
“But, Alesia, you said not to be on top of you,” Curtis said, panting heavily.
“I want you on top,” Alesia moaned, welcoming his erection that was barely inside of her. Curtis stopped breathing for a second as Alesia wrapped her legs around him, pulling him back in with her thighs. Curtis was now dripping with his own sweat; his body was now a machine, bucking into her. The sweat grew hotter, and Alesia’s walls were tighter than ever. Alesia reached up, grabbing hold of Curtis’s throat making him buck harder. Her legs constricted him tightly as she screamed, her face heavily frowning. Her little toes curled with her eyes wide open, as she climaxed between them. Her body vibrated like a cell phone on silent, until she felt Curtis’s body tightening up. She quickly pulled his erection out of her, and feeling completely filled up, she fell asleep.

Satrina and Darius surfaced the Earth once again, now in the depths of the tree garden.
“That mansion is one of the lunar mansions, the Copernicus lunar mansion,” Satrina said, pointing to the vast mansion.
“You mean this manor was owned by demons?” Darius asked.
“Yes, but that is not the true purpose of this mansion. The mansion’s location is what we call a node. If we were to destroy the mansion, we could interfere with the ecliptic orbit of the moon,” Satrina furthered her explanation.
“That is the mansion where the beast lives,” Darius added.
“I know I can feel his presence. He is even stronger than the last time you fought him. I think we shall leave him with Dioneas,” Satrina said, bending down to the ground, burying her fists into the healthy Earth.
“The Venus Fly Trap from the Garden of Eden,” Darius said.
“The Fly Trap from Satan’s botanical,” Satrina corrected. Her arms sprouted thorny vines, and two seeds were set into the ground. The vines closed the ground up, and Satrina began to chant. She called to Chac the rain god, in a request for heavy precipitation. The sunny sky, that was shaded by the tall trees turned grey, and dark clouds swirled above.
“We will retreat before the beast senses us, and we will strike once Dioneas has sprouted,” Satrina said, her red dress blowing with the wind.
“How long do we have to wait?” Darius asked.
“Three days.”


The rain showered heavily upon the mansion, and Curtis the beast sat at father’s desk, working on a novel, he’d been writing since he was seventeen. The loyal succubus entered the study, wrapped in jet black blanket.
“You work too much, you should bathe with me,” Alesia said. Curtis put his feather pen down, and got up.
“I guess I could use a break,” Curtis said. Alesia left the room, and dropped the sheets, revealing her nude body. Her wide hips switched like a seesaw, as she walked out of the room. Curtis followed, not knowing that he was walking right into a trap. Once he entered the bathroom, Alesia was already in the tub waiting for him. She licked her red lips, and used her charm on him.
“Come in, Curtis. Come into me,” She said. Curtis fell into the built in tub that looked like a Jacuzzi made of bricks. Curtis looked like he fell into a trap door on the floor full of hot bubbly water. Alesia grabbed him like shark, and ripped his shirt off, sinking her teeth into his chest. She disrobed him just as fast as he’d gotten into the tub. Her hands were all over his body, as she took her bite to his neck. Curtis took her tongue into his mouth, after withdrawing her from his neck. Her eyes shut tight with a passion that ignited between her legs. Her short legs embraced his pelvis, crossing each other tightly. A small gasp escaped his lips, as his erection made its presence known inside of her arousal. He thrust upward, injecting her with his intruding length. Alesia cried out like a teenage virgin with two erections lodged within her walls. The water began to wash away the lubrication between them, so Curtis hoisted her up and laid her on the floor. She spread her thighs wide for him, and he stared down at her with shining green eyes.
“Why do you insist on me being on top of you?” Curtis asked. Alesia glared up at him, and slightly snarled, not wanting him to stop.
“I like it,” She whispered, and grabbed his neck. He slowly continued as she closed her eyes, enjoying her pleasure. Alesia’s womb was a never ending pit; the deeper Curtis went the more her sex gave way for further adventure. Also as he went deeper into her lust, her sex wrapped around his, squeezing tightly like a python on its prey. It was becoming harder and harder to thrust inside of her, until her hot scream released the nectar of her climax. Her body embraced him warmly, and her body vibrated violently. Curtis’ eyes widened, and he moaned from her hot liquid burning his length. Alesia kissed him, and fell back, too weak to stop Curtis, who was still thrusting. She soon fell asleep, just as Curtis gained more momentum. Her eyes shot open as she felt seed, filling her walls. Her body was too feeble to push him off, and his length was hard enough to breakthrough a steel wall. Curtis was unsure of what was going on with his body, but he continued to press on, gritting his teeth at the sudden sharp pain of his climax. Alesia knew she shouldn’t let Curtis cum in her, but she loved the taste of his sweat as it ran through the depths of her womb. She let out loud cries, and embraced Curtis as tight as she could, until he fell into her arms, drained from his first orgasm.
“Oh, Curtis,” Alesia moaned, before kissing his neck.

Curtis found himself back in his bed, nude. He sat up on his elbows, and smelled a sweet scent on his body, from Alesia bathing him before putting him to bed. He noticed that she wasn’t at his side, and he got out of bed. He threw on a pair of pants, and walked out of his room, where he felt the cold from the night cover his shirtless body. He looked up and the attic door was open. Curtis made his way up the spiral steps and onto the roof where he found Alesia sitting on the ground, hugging her knees.
“Why are you out here, love?” Curtis asked.
“Just thinking, my beast,” Alesia said. Curtis climbed out of the attic door, and walked over to Alesia. He held his hand out to her, and smiled to her. She immediately hugged him when she got up, wrapping her arms around his waist.
“Curtis, we have broken the pact between Succubae and Desoterices,” Alesia said, resting her head on his stomach, not able to reach his chest.
“Is it because I ejaculated inside of you?” Curtis asked.
“Yes, this has never been done before. In nine weeks a monster more powerful and more uncontrollable will be conceived from my womb,” Alesia explained.
“It will be our monster, we will accept him or her,” Curtis stated, smiling down at her.
“You don’t understand, this beast will not know love, and when you transform, he will hunt you,” Alesia said.
“We will teach the beast to love, and hopefully I won’t have to transform until I battle this Osmolious character you speak of all of the time,” Curtis said.
“Curtis, we will fight many battles together, we do not need a child in our way,” Alesia said.
“Let’s just forget about it all, and become a family,” Curtis said.
“I wish it were that easy. I would love to spend eternity with you, but we will have to destroy Osmolious in order for that to happen. The offspring will just have to wait,” Alesia said. The couple began to levitate, courtesy Alesia. She held to Curtis tightly, looking up at him.
“That day will come, Alesia,” Curtis said, rubbing at her silky hair. They soared to the sky, surrounded by the bright stars. The full moon glimmered in Alesia eyes, and made them sparkle as she stared up at Curtis.
“I will give you anything you want Curtis,” She whispered.
“Can we keep our baby, my love?” Curtis asked. Their bodies’ rotated, and dark skies, turned a dark blue, thanks to the bright stars. Alesia took Curtis a little higher, and from the ground, it looked like they were in the center of the large moon. Alesia closed her eyes, and pulled her little body up to him. He slowly pressed his lips on hers, allowing her lips to enfold into his. When she opened her eyes, Curtis could almost see her crying, but her face was unreadable to anyone else. She wrapped her little arms around his neck, and buried her face into his chest.
“Yes,”

At dawn, a menace stirred through the lush plantation of the tree garden. The fresh grass gave way, as purple, thorny vines cut through it. The grass bled dirt as it spilled across the healthy blades of trimmed grass. A mouth shaped like a Venus flytrap breached the surface of the tree garden, destroying many trees in its path. Fresh soil stained the grass, and the roots of Satrina’s evil plant made its way to the mansion. It used his two large violet petals as propeller to excel towards the mansion.

“Dioneas lives,” Satrina said, standing at the gates of hell.
“The beast will die, today,” Darius said, clutching the sword.
“Yes, he will, Osmolious, it’s time to destroy your brother,” Satrina smiled, as the three departed from Hell.

Curtis woke up to find, Alesia dressed in her Gretchen dress. He hopped out of the satin sheets of the bed, and rushed over to Alesia, who stood at the door. Curtis turned around, immediately noticing a sense of fear on her listless countenance.
“The time has come,” Curtis stated, staring down at his bride.
“Yes, Curtis,” she turned to him, and put her hand on his chest.
“I smell a presence in the garden, but it smells like some sort of plant life,” Curtis said.
“Curtis, I don’t want you to fight,” Alesia said, and hands moving down to his, grasping them tightly.
“I have to, I will not allow you to fight alone,” Curtis said.
“You are under my contol,” Alesia implied.
“No, I will let you fight alone,” He roared, his eyes flicking on their own.
“Your love for me is stronger than any pact between beasts. We will fight together, Curtis, but you have to listen to me,” Alesia said. Curtis nodded, and headed over to the closet to get some clothes on. He put on his usual slacks and white shirt, along with a royal blue bow tie and vest.
“Why are you fighting in those clothes?” Alesia said, staring at him as he tied the laces to his shiny black dress shoes.
“Why are you wearing that beautiful dress?” Curtis fired back, with a smile.
“Good point,” Alesia said.

The entrance to the mansion from the backyard looked like the entrance to a mansion. Dioneas reached the entrance, and centered in on it with its vines. The long vines jerked towards the entrance, and dark purple fire disintegrated the vines. Alesia walked out of the temple entrance with her loyal beast behind her.
“Curtis, quickly dispose of the menace,” Alesia directed. Dioneas’s vines regrouped, and wrapped around Curtis’s arms. The plant opened its gaping mouth, on all sides as it lifted Curtis in the air. The vines squeezed Curtis’ arms until they began to bleed, and the monster roared. Dioneas hauled him behind it, and set its sights on the succubus in front of it. Curtis got up, and gunned it towards the plant. Dioneas’ vines surrounded Curtis, but he continued to pursue the plant from behind. Alesia stared fearlessly at Dioneas, knowing that Curtis would devour it without even thinking about turning into his true form. Curtis leapt into the air, and flipped over the plant, landing right in front of it before it could attack his lover. His teethed jammed against each other, and his strength became the aggressor. He lifted the plant up higher and higher, until its large roots were forced from the ground below it. It slowly died until it returned to the seeds it started out as. Alesia caught the lime green seeds, and squeezed them until they were pieces. Three figures appeared before them, coming from the inner regions of the tree garden. Satrina came forward, wearing a white rose dress. Darius came dressed in his normal kimono, and what appeared to be a man walked beside him. He wore a jet black robe, and he took off his hood, revealing long black hair and eyes the same color as Curtis. His eyes were slanted like an Asian, courtesy his Mongolian father, but his skin was a caramel brown, resembling his mother’s. Alesia held her short arm out in front of Curtis.
“Osmolious, I would like to meet your brother,” Satrina said, her face smirking.
“Osmolious?” Alesia questioned.
“Yes, Osmolious decided to name the first Desoterix after himself,” Satrina explained, rubbing her hands over Osmolious’ chest.
“You are quite small for a Desoterix,” Satrina said, staring at Curtis, who stood the same height as she. Curtis pushed Alesia’s arm aside, and walked up to his brother. Osmolious towered over Curtis, the same way Curtis towered over Alesia. The giant stared down at his brother, speechlessly, ready to pounce on him.
“Don’t be so rude, Osmolious, greet your brother,” Satrina said, slapping his chest, and leaving off to face Alesia. Osmolious grinned, and the robe ripped off of him. His eyes turned a bright red, and his true form began to come out. He stood naked in front of his defected brother and roared loudly. Alesia leapt into the shaded skies of the daylight, and tried to get to Curtis, but Satrina had her trapped in her black magic. Large claws retracted from Osmolious’ large hands, and he quickly grasped at Curtis’s neck. Curtis reached up and, did the same, but Osmolious lifted him higher. He ripped Curtis’ shirt off, and slammed him into a tree. The tree burst into pieces, leaves fell like shredded paper, and the very wood was nothing but sawdust. Curtis got up, and shook the dust off of him, just as Osmolious charged at him. Osmolious slung his hand of claws at Curtis. Curtis ducked and lodged his hand into his gut. A set of his own claws ejected to Curtis’ surprise. Osmolious growled painfully and grabbed a handful of Curtis’ hair. He threw him back to the ground, and stepped on his neck. Alesia struggled to get out of the magical trap that she where she was contained. She concentrated heavily until black roses sprouted from the ground. The roses surfaced in a circle around the magic energy surrounding her. Satrina began to lose concentration, as if the essence of the roses’ presence had weakened the leash at which she used to retain her sister. The roses sprouted completely, making the red aura around Alesia shatter like glass. Now free of her prison, Alesia turned back to her sister, staring menacingly, floating above the ground.
“You will not contain me!” Alesia yelled, and threw her hand towards Satrina, knocking her backwards into the temple structure. Darius launched in the direction of Alesia with the sword clutched into his grasps, only to find himself trapped in a swarm of purple vines. Osmolious looked up from his torturing of his little brother, and he began to walk over to Alesia. Her gray eyes were dull fireballs waiting to erupt. Osmolious roared as he quickly made his way to her, but a quick Curtis blindsided Osmolious, punching him into a series of trees. Curtis landed in front of Alesia, panting heavily with scratch scars on his chest.
“Kill him,” Alesia said, and she put her little hand on his heart. A horrific beast forced its way out from Curtis’ body, bringing about his true form. Osmolious rushed towards Curtis furiously with drool dripping from his growling mouth. Curtis’s muscles tightened up and a human scream and a beast roar intertwined with each other. Osmolious was close enough to pounce on the couple, but he was stopped in his tracks when a barricade of vines and roses arose from the healthy grounds. Alesia ran her fingers through Curtis’ hair as he went through his transformation. He looked up at her with his teeth whiter than rice and his eyes greener than a plantation. The barricade diminished, and Osmolious was free to attack again. He attacked Alesia, and Curtis grabbed his arm, and elbowed him in the neck with him other arm. Osmolious grabbed his hair again, and Curtis punched him directly in the face. He released Curtis’ hair, and they began their vicious battle. They both revealed their shiny claws, and they tore into each other, scratching and slashing at each other. Roars and growls were loud as flesh was severed, violently. Alesia turned back to her sister, and levitated across the field to her.
“Let’s finish this, sister,” Satrina said. Alesia nodded, words were no longer needed. Satrina pushed her hands together, and closed her eyes. Alesia watched her for a second, and suddenly attacked her with her bare fists. She socked Satrina right in her face. Satrina screamed like a high school girl, and stumbled a little.
“So you want to fight with fists?” Satrina asked. Alesia answered with another punch, but this time Satrina blocked it, and kicked her in her stomach. Satrina then punched downward, and Alesia moved out of the way, leveling her with another punch. Alesia then kneed her in her gut. Satrina fell to one knee, gasping for air, and Alesia kneed her in the face unmercifully. Satrina knocked her back with an invisible wave, and she scrambled to her feet. Alesia did a back flip to the sky. She could see her husband, holding his ground against his much larger big brother. Osmolious had him trapped in a bear hug, and Curtis managed to wrap his hands around Osmolious’ neck. Osmolious sunk his claws deep into Curtis’s back, digging deep into his insides. Unmentionable pain was proven by the loud cries of the beast clutched in a tight bear hug. Blood ran down Osmolious’ arms like rain drops on a waxed car in a thunderstorm. The sound of her lover in pain nearly destroyed Alesia’s focus.
“Curtis!” she screamed, her face shriveled up like a beautiful prune. She didn’t pay any attention to her sister, and she dove towards Osmolious like a hawk on a snake. She was then stricken by a projectile in the shape of a cross. Alesia hit the ground like a bag of bricks, bleeding from her side.
“Blood? How could this be?” Alesia strained, trying to get up.
“Yes, you are on Earth, and you now have a physical form,” Satrina said, laughter filling her voice. Alesia ignored her, and tried to save her lover. She got up, holding the side of her gut, and limping to her lover, who screams were more unbearable than the pain he was suffering. Curtis started to bleed internally, and blood was now seeping from his mouth that was wide open with blood staining his teeth yellow. As Alesia made her way over to Curtis, she was hit again, this time the fell over a fallen tree. She managed to get up again only to be knocked down again by that same red cross that Satrina projected at her by putting her hands together.
“How does it feel? How does it feel to accept defeat, little sister?” Satrina said. For Alesia, ignorance was no longer bliss, it had become pure torture, but she gladly accepted it for Curtis. She hit the ground again, falling face first into the moist grass. The vines that held Darius captive was now nothing but grass, and the vampire was now free. Curtis noticed his lover behind him, dying to live, and he did everything in his power to muster the strength to battle his brother. His roars were now going to work to his advantage. He looked up from his trap to find, Darius coming down on him with the sword. Alesia quickly put her hands together in the shape of a diamond, and soon enough Darius was struck by red lightening. After unleashing a final discharge, Alesia’s hands hung low and she slouched, still determined to get to Curtis. Both of Osmolious’ wrists were now in Curtis’ back, and Curtis faced him roaring loudly. He threw his monstrous head back, and bashed it into his brother’s face. Feeling his grip loosen slightly, Curtis through his back, and jerk it forward, injecting his brother’s heart. He wrapped his grasps around his brother’s heart, squeezing it. Now the tables had turned, and the pain was now Osolious’. With a tremendous amount of strength, Curtis made himself a souvenir of his brother’s heart. Omolious hit the ground, and Curtis stood over him, holding his heart in his hand. The projectile cross came back at Curtis and he hauled his brother’s heart in it. Alesia’s powers were weakened and Curtis went back to his human form. Satrina smirked at him, and the Earth began to shake at Curtis’ feet. Without any signs of hesitation, Curtis ran over the shaking ground to his wife, and caught her into his arms. Larger crosses were now coming at him, and he had to act fast. He took Alesia deep into the tree garden where trees still stood tall, and there was still shade. He laid her down in the tree.
“I’ll return for you, my love,” Curtis said, and he put her down on a strong branch.
“No, Curtis, a succubus cannot fall to a Desoterix,” Alesia said, blood running down her pale chin.
“One will fall today,” Curtis turned his back to Alesia, while it healed, the very insides taking their rightful place. There was nothing Alesia could do to stop him now; he fell from the tree, landing on his feet, and he started his journey back to his battle. Satrina waited patiently, her hands at her side.
“You aren’t going to try and defeat me, are you, Desoterix?” Satrina asked. Curtis gritted his teeth in anger, and growled. He dashed forward as the succubus stood there at his backdoor watching his foolish attack. Darius stepped in front of him with the sword pointed forward. Curtis gripped the blade, and vaulted off of it with a front flip over Darius to avoid being pierced. Darius quickly twirled the sword around, and Curtis ducked, using his head and leg as a seesaw. His head went down, and his leg flew up, kicking Darius in the chin. Osmolious rose to his feet, with a thunderous roar, and he attacked his brother from the side. Curtis drove his ejected claws into his brother’s wide mouth, and miraculously picked him up by his tonsils, and threw him down. He moved to the side as another projectile cross came his way. It hit Darius and his arm crumpled up as burnt paper would.
“Watch it, Satrina,” Darius ordered. A smile came across the succubus’ face. Osmolious scrambled to his feet, and Curtis did a leap frog over his brother to drop kick Darius. Osmolious grabbed Curtis by his pants, and tossed him towards Darius, who was now standing not even two feet away from them. Darius held sword out to stab Curtis with his good arm, but Curtis pulled him forward, and the sword easily penetrated Osmolious’ throat. Satrina could not prevent the beast’s demise, but she projected another cross at Curtis, who was still in the air. Osmolious’ body turned into ash, leaving more than enough room for the projectile to intrude. Curtis twirled his body like a cyclone, avoiding the cross, as it decimated Darius.
“Serves him right for killing my Desoterix,” Satrina said, before she knew it, Curtis was above her, ready to strike her down. She blocked him with a shield shaped like a ball, and caught him in the same aura, she’d held Alesia in. She stood him up straight in the air, and stared up at him.
“You’ve caused me a lot of grief, young beast. I see your succubus has taught you well,” Satrina said.
“She isn’t my succubus, she is my lover,” Curtis barked back at her.
“That can’t be!” Satrina yelled, and the aura began to burn Curtis’s skin. He growled mildly, trying to at least budge. Then his savior, Alesia came out of the darkness with the sun behind her, only her silhouette was shown.
“I banish you, sister!” Alesia pointed at Satrina, and the sun became her pet. The vines overtook the aura around Curtis, and he broke free. When he landed, he grabbed Satrina by her neck, and threw her towards Alesia. Sun embraced Alesia, and her pointed finger unleashed a powerful beam of light at her sister. Before Satrina could muster a scream, the beam was already through her, and her body was now disappearing from Earth. Alesia fell from the sky, and Curtis caught her in his arms. She hugged him tightly once she felt his brown skin touching her. She looked up at him, and smiled a smile of victory. The battle had been won, but the war was yet to come, in fact there were many battles and wars to fight. The war with the true Osmolious was now the least of their worries. They now had to deal with the war developing in Alesia’s womb……..

THE END
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