Page 7 of Unbinding the Demon
The mournful clouds resigned their showering tears and parted to allow silvery luminescent light to shine down across the land, filling the room with a pale lunar glow. I stayed crouched in the darkness beside the bed for quite some time, allowing my eyes to burn incandescently with lust as I gazed upon the beauty before me.
The soft moonlight gleamed over her delicate features, illuminating her alabastrine skin and serene countenance. I couldn’t resist the urge to caress her smooth, bare throat with the back of one of my claws, longing to sink my fangs into the delicate flesh. She was so soft, like a little dove. The sound of a slight sigh escaped from between her plump, lipstick-smudged lips, causing me to stiffen. I didn’t wish to awaken her, considering how feisty she had been, so I removed my hand from her throat and began twirling a lock of her lustrous hair instead.
Here, lying before me, could be my one and only chance for deliverance.
As a victim of abyssal binding magic, my powers had been rendered nearly nonexistent, leaving me in a pathetically weakened state. I was unable to journey back to my home dimension of Hell, nor could I wander far from the location where I was released upon the earth. And to make matters worse, the poisoned dagger that had been driven into my shoulder had infected me with an agonizing and deadly affliction. Over the past five years, I had watched as the blackened venom slowly spread like a pernicious web beneath my flesh. I knew full well it was only a matter of time before it reached my heart and killed me.
My attempts to heal it had proven futile, since my power was far too weakened. It was only if I were unbound that I would be strong enough to rid myself of its toxic and taunting presence. Yet that was only possible if someone from the same bloodline as the mage who had begun to unbind me years ago finished the spell. Consequently, I had given up on all hope, accepting my fate of slowly and painfully resigning my soul to the icy winds of death; forever alone, forgotten, and bereft of necrologies in this strange and distant dimension.
“So, this is the woman who can break the curse?” Belzar’s raspy voice telepathically echoed within my mind. His massive abyss wolf paws stepped out from a whirling cloud of shadow, revealing his true undead form as he stalked toward me.
“I hope she can.” A wicked grin stretched across my face, and my wings twitched as I glanced over at him. “But I’m uncertain.”
I thought I had been mistaken when I noticed her presence as she browsed the books yesterday. The faint yet familiar melody of her blood had reached my ears and piqued my interest. The tune reminded me of the woman who’d released me. I followed the sound of her sanguine cadence and observed her from the shadows. She had enraptured me with those all-too-familiar emerald eyes, so I decided to take a closer look and manifested in the physical realm.
My curiosity had not disappointed me. Even though the first paper of hers gave no surname, the second one had. Much to my delight, it was the same as the one written in the late woman’s journal. It was only when that sad excuse of a priest had spoken with her that I learned she was the sorceress’s niece and not a direct descendant, as I’d originally hoped. However, she was indeed from the same bloodline and thus potentially had the power to break my curse. It was still better than nothing.
Belzar placed his front paws on the bed and began sniffing her bundled-up legs. “Her blood smells sweet.” His massive jaws split open to reveal sharp, dagger-like teeth with strings of drool stretching between them, ready to sink into her tender human flesh.
“Just what the fuck do you think you’re doing!?” I whispered sharply at him. “She’ll never unbind me if you go gnawing one of her legs off!”
With a reluctant whimper, he backed down and sat beside me. “Sorry, Azathoth,” he bowed his head and flattened his ears back in remorse. “I just wanted a taste.”
I sighed through my nose and scratched the back of his neck with affection. “I understand. But we must not harm her in any way. In fact, we should be protecting her at all costs, lest we forfeit our own lives.”
Belzar’s life was tied to mine, and although he never allowed it to dampen his spirits, he understood the gravity of our situation. If I were to die, so would he. My gaze shifted back to Gwendolyn, watching the gentle rise and fall of her breath. This world was far different from the ancient lands I remembered. I had observed these modern humans for half a decade now. They were frail and banal compared to their ancestors. Yet, I had still considered it wise to learn their language and culture using all the readily available books in the library, all while staying invisible in the shadow realm. It was something I was now immensely grateful for.
Most of my ghostly existence in this world had been spent dwelling in the shadows of the manuscript-lined walls of the library, smuggling away the books I found interesting to this old abandoned house. I sometimes wandered out to the shrouded groves of lamenting spruce to accompany Belzar whenever he’d scamper through the dark forest. I often had to keep him from catching and mauling too many unsuspecting hikers. We couldn’t raise suspicion, after all.
Other than him, the only company I received was from the mages who only knew of my existence because they had been present on the night I was released. They’d try to coax me out from the shadows with secret rituals of blood sacrifice and irreverent chants. I cared not for such offensive things, only replying to their buffoonery on occasion with vicious condemnations while still invisible to their eyes. Eventually, my attention shifted. I began searching through those countless manuscripts in the library for any shred of information that might be applicable to my damning situation. I found nothing but the blasphemous grimoires of impertinent mages and Solomon shit.
There was, however, one book I knew of that had the knowledge I sought. In it hid the secrets of abyssal magic. The book had been used to unleash me from the dark, endless depths, and no doubt to poison the accursed dagger that had struck my shoulder. Within it also held the incantation to unbind my soul. It had been present the night I was released, but seemed to have disappeared without a trace. I even tried searching beyond the range of this land, only to discover that a magical barrier had been placed along the mountain ranges that encircle this accursed valley. It was invisible to the eye yet burned at the touch, making this small, foreign, human village my maddening tomb... I was bound, trapped, and doomed to die in this world .
But now that Gwendolyn was within my clutches, everything changed. She had allowed the rays of hope to slip through the cracks of my despondent soul, and I would stop at nothing to accomplish my plan. “Now that we have her, we must not rest until we find the book,” my eyes demonically glowed as I whispered.
“And once we have it, how will you convince her to perform the unbinding spell?” Belzar tilted his head with curiosity and licked his nose.
As easy as it might have been to force her to do it, the magic would never work that way. The spell had to be spoken with focus and a genuine desire for the outcome. A small, sinister smirk twisted across my lips as I thought of my plan. “I’ll just have to make her fall in love with me.”
With a puff of black smoke, I vanished into the dreamscapes, seeking out her slumbering soul. Since my power was mostly lost, I couldn’t see her innermost desires and darkest fantasies, so I brought her back to the dungeon from before. It took scarcely any effort to create and set the mood for what I had planned for my little buttercup.
Once again, I had her chained to the floor; only this time she was forced to lie facing the ground. There was a raised metal bar placed beneath her lower stomach, keeping her back arched and butt high in the air. Her knees were tied to the poles holding up the bar so that her thighs were spread for me. Shackles locked her arms far above her head, stretching her upper body forward so it remained pressed to the stones below. I drank in the sight of her fire-bathed curves and the dark rivers of her sprawled-out hair, purring in approval.
I fisted my swollen shaft while circling to where she could see my demonic form, slowly pumping up and down with my hand. My wings unwittingly spread and lightly flapped due to my instinct to impress the little female. Fear swam in her green eyes as she struggled to peer up at me, taking in the obscene display I’d created for her. I intended to fuck her senseless while in my demonic form each night in order to get her comfortable with my true appearance. I was going to have to reveal to her that I was a demon at some point, after all.
“Ash-Ashton?” she whispered meekly.
I malevolently chuckled, finding it amusing how I’d given her that human name. Without saying a word, I stepped behind her and knelt down. Her glistening cunt was blooming like the petals of the sacred shankhpushpi flower, her nectar already eagerly dripping down her inner thighs. A shiver of anticipation ran up her spine as my lips hovered a mere inch away from her center. My clawed fingers spread out over the rounded expanse of her ass, my thumbs further pulling her pussy lips apart for my viewing. I bared my fangs, enjoying the way she needily quivered under the caress of my hot breath.
The sound of her beating heart quickened, and my claws dug into her flesh. It wasn’t enough to break the skin, but I did not spare her from the pain. She whimpered as I breathed living lust into her core, causing her entire body to writhe with unbridled desire. My lips crushed against her softness, delving my tongue deep into the sweetness of her feminine chalice.
So long I had ignored my needs as a carnal beast, having been driven near madness while stuck in the abyss. My eyes glowed brighter and vitality coursed through my veins as I drank her in, worshiping every single drop she had to offer. Her moans echoed off the crumbling stone walls while I continued to feast, determined to stop at nothing until her love belonged to me.