The Witch's Fury
The tree branches swayed under the heavy gusts of wind, and the mischievous moon kept hiding behind a veil of black clouds swiftly flying across the sky. On a small clearing, constantly glancing nervously over her shoulder, worked a pretty girl with disheveled long hair. In the night's gloom, her eyes seemed like bottomless wells of darkness, her tender lips fiercely parted, revealing milky-white fangs.
Liassa moved quickly across the clearing, dragging a heavy, knotty log behind her. The fear that she wouldn't be allowed to finish drove her on with the cruel kicks of her sisters' cries, which seemed audible even here.
Finally, the pentagram was complete.
The young witch hatefully flung the log away, cursing it in her soul. Cursing this night. Cursing this forest. This earth and the people, fourfold hated by her, who right now—oh, she had no doubt—were mocking her sisters. These heavens overhead, useless and deaf to her suffering.The girl's face hardened as she cut her palm with an ornate dagger stolen from the cellars of Lord Dortland. "Three drops on each point of the star," whispered her mother's voice in her head. "Three drops, and then only the payment."
Hurrying and darting across the clearing, Liassa quickly sprinkled her blood on each ray of the pentagram and took her designated place. Beneath her feet, the symbol of payment glowed with an orange light.
Suddenly, a flame ignited in the center of the star. Rising several meters high, it spread into the wide wings of a demon, leaving a small bonfire burning on the ground. The fiery messenger of Hell surveyed the clearing, noticing only the girl. The one destined for payment. The one who had summoned him.
"You summoned me, daughter of man?" roared the lord of demons in an imperious voice. "What do you want?"
"I want you to destroy all the villages in the fief, and first and foremost—Lord Dortland's castle!" the witchling clearly enunciated the words according to the ritual, her nostrils flaring angrily, sensing the longed-for vengeance.
"Your payment?" roared Forh again, moving his wings, from which fiery prominences broke off and extinguished in the night's darkness.
"My body, my soul!" Liassa declared proudly, almost snarling in response.
"Accepted!" concluded the demon. Clawed paws tore through the dry earth, stepping towards the girl. Forh's claw hooked under the witchling's chin, lifting her face upward. "Did you know what you were doing, daughter of mortals? Could you truly be indifferent to what happens to this dust beneath the gods' feet? Decades will pass, and their bones will lie here in the earth, gnawed by grave worms. And you, meanwhile, will burn in hell forever for the death of those who would have died anyway!"
Liassa's dark eyes met the fiery gaze without flinching.
"Could it be that a demon-lord, keeper of the abyssal flame, does not know what vengeance is?" her lips uttered defiantly.
"Yes, but do you?" Forh asked mockingly, grabbing her arm. The witchling ground her teeth in hatred, feeling serious pain from the burns. "Then know a small part of the torments you are condemning yourself to!"
The clawed paws of the lord of demons tore off her clothes, sending shreds of it into the wind. Commoners wore no bras or panties back then, and within seconds the girl stood before the messenger of Hell in her birthday suit.
The monster's tail coiled around her waist, leaving crimson marks, rose up, and tightly squeezed her right breast. Trembling with the rage that filled her, Liassa angrily dug her nails into it. Suddenly, this flexible whip hardened, lifting her into the air and bringing her to the demon's chest.
Meeting the intense gaze of the blazing eyes again, the girl bared her teeth.
"Why do you hesitate, lord of Hell? If you're all so timid, I'm afraid I'll have to turn to the angels!"
The demon roared, slamming her body down. The witchling's loins, impaled on the heat-radiating phallus, were pierced by a previously unknown agony.
"Yeeesss!" her piercing scream rang out in the night's silence.
Impaling Liassa on his huge member again and again, bathing her both outside and inside with his flame, the demon couldn't believe his ears. No mortal woman could deceive the lords of Hell, standing transparent before their eyes in the light of the pentagram. But his hearing couldn't deceive him—the girl was undoubtedly urging him on with loud cries, while her body—and Forh couldn't help but feel it—convulsed in the agony of terrible torment.
To say this made an impression on the keeper of the flame would be an understatement. The claws gripping the girl pierced her flesh, fiery tongues licked her skin, and the tail squeezed the witch tighter and tighter, impaling her on the demon's phallus with terrible force.
The demon, who had not known such couplings for a long time, soon finished to what seemed like Liassa's endless scream, flooding her insides with fiery fluid. The tail tore her off Forh's member and threw her to the ground.
The woman half-sat on the ground, leaning on her hands, digging her fingers into the dry grass. Rage filled her driven soul to the brim, and if she could kill this grass—she would do so with pleasure. The demon's burning semen splashed from her loins, scorching the stems at her feet, and she smiled maliciously.
"Now," the voice of the messenger of Hell boomed in her head, "I will take your soul as well."
Lashing forward like a whip, the monster's tail coiled around her neck and brought her face close to the fiery lord's muzzle. Looking into her eyes, Forh was stunned. Now, instead of the previously swirling darkness, they were filled with fiery whirlwinds, feeling at home within the human shell.
In disbelief, the messenger of the eternal abyss looked down. Undoubtedly, a new life now pulsed within the witch's body, burning her abdomen from the inside.
"Well?!" snarled the girl, consumed by unquenchable anger. "Why do you hesitate, fiend?"
Even being compared to a petty, despicable imp couldn't affect the keeper of the flame more than the latest news. He released Liassa, dropping her to the ground.
"I will not take payment further," he uttered much more quietly than before.
"What?!" the outraged witch struggled to get up, but her body failed her. (Specially for .org) In a fury, she screamed: "You cannot break the contract now!!!"
"I am within my rights!" Forh cut her off. "Now you carry new life within you; a couple of years, and not even a memory will remain of your human shell. Now you are a demon, and demons do not pay anyone for work they can do themselves. The contract is void, and you will come with me."
"By myself?" the girl whispered, stunned. The serious expression on the messenger of Hell's muzzle convinced her immediately. "By myself!!! Yes!!!" growls and howls mixed as they escaped her lips, her little fists threatening someone unknown in the sky. "Yes, yes, yes! Vengeance!!! Eternal pain!!!"
Her eyes shone brighter and brighter, flaring like meteors in the midst of the gloom-covered clearing. Her once pretty face, covered in burns, froze into a mask of relentless fury, giving the future demoness a perfect appearance. "Beautiful," thought Forh, laughing triumphantly and embracing her with his blazing wings, "how beautiful she is, my new daughter!"
A whirlwind of smoky flame consumed them and fell upon the dry grass, harmlessly dissipating. No one ever saw Liassa on this Earth again.