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Greetings from the edge dear reader. Again... if you are not at least
18 or live in a community where adult material is not wanted, DO NOT
READ THIS! Post freely and archive if you desire. Critique as you
see fit. All I ask is that you do not make a profit from my work and
give the author all due credit. -- Know you this: I am all I am.
Nothing more... never less. Live or die, i do not care. So long as
another sees and knows and learns, then I am at peace.
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The Daemon's Lesson By: H.D. Meister (dez187lm@hotmail.com)
I greet you, mortal. That my words have reached your ears says much.
This tale I tell is but a warning. Not the warning of a mother to a
child, nor of a preacher to his flock. This is a warning from within.
For you see, mortal, I exist within you.
My name is unimportant. Knowing it would bind my power to your will,
and that I cannot allow. But you have seen me. You may have even
heard my voice. If you are truly blessed... or cursed... you have
seen my face. Be that as it may, I have a tale to tell. Listen to my
words and learn.
I exist within all mortals. Some deny this fact, and I destroy them.
Sometimes slowly... sometimes with the speed of thought. But they all
fall before my might. Those who acknowledge me either battle me or
submit. And I will admit... those who chose battle over cowering
before me are the most succulent of meals. But this is not about one
of them. This tale centers around the one hope I have ever seen
within mortals: the Clan Cursed.
Many names do they go by. Wu-Tang... Easy Company... and many more.
While they are all basically warriors, some have other skills. One
such is a young man whose name I will not speak, for then you will
have power over him. And that I cannot allow... yet.
It has often been said that you mortals have something called a
Soulmate. This person is more a part of you than your own heart. He
has one. But what I find curious is the power they possess. But you
are mortals, so I shall show you instead of tell you.
When night darkens your skies, I rise fully. In him I rise, but the
form I am forced to take is... unique. Why? It is his form. His
body is the cage which binds my power. And his Soulmate knows this
form as she does his own. When night comes, I find it most pleasing
to twist the image of the Soulmate. often I can make a mortal do
unspeakable things to their Soulmate. One man, violently opposed to
what you call anal sex, I forced to feel the tightness of his
Soulmate's anal passage. He drooled like a mad dog at the prospect of
filling her rear again and again with his "manhood." He could hear
her scream, and wondered if it was borne of passion for him or the
pain he inflicted. I enjoyed watching him take hold of her hips and
fuck her without a care. All was forgotten... his job, family,
friends. Even his precious automobile was nothing more than a wisp in
his memory. All that mattered was the forbidden lust which tore
through him. And I watched and feasted on the strangling despair
within his heart.
Yet this one... a small male... embraced my images and banished them
with ease. none but the strongest can even dare hope to this, and he
did it. With ease. I stood frozen with awe as he fucked his
soulmate... then accepted the fact that it was nothing more than an
image crafted by some mine other than his. He respected the image,
for it was his thoughts I used. He knew who I was.
I watched as his mind imagined his face caught between her thighs as
he nursed at the fountain he found there. His fingers would play
gently with her rear passage, demanding with the softest tone the
right to know the inside of her. His tongue slithered better than any
serpent inside of her, and her nectar flowed freely across his face.
When he rose to take her, I saw his "manhood," but it appeared
different. It was as if he knew what he was about to do, and the form
matched the function. Vicious and cold, with no caring. That was
what I saw. And I know the word he used for it: cock. He was going
to fuck her with his cock. So simple. Direct. Cold. Most unlike a
mortal.
And fuck her he did. I could hear her screams as he fucked her. His
mind, without my bidding, twisted her into one position after another.
Soon I was lost in his own darkness. I watched as he spun her on his
cock and fucked her from another angle... another position. He
spilled his seed inside of her, but got no pleasure for it. To him,
it was like Death: something that had no choice but to happen. Even
when he began to alter the holed he fucked... asshole... cunt...
asshole... cunt... he was fucking her. His Soulmate. And he showed
no caring.
I knew then who I was looking at. My child... MY seed. He was the
creation of eons of knowing mortals for the things they are. And I,
in whatever state of mind I was in, had birthed my heir. He would
soon rise up and take my place, finding me too weak to do my job. He
will have the patience I lack. His methods will be so subtle as to
elude even my master. Too soon he would walk amongst mortals and
spread his chaos amongst them.
But that was mine by right. I am the first, and there shall be no
more after me. But I am too late; he will be. I can only try to
undo what I have made. Though few of your females have known his
power, those who have are forever cursed. They may deny him, but he,
like his sire, shall destroy them. They will fuck their Soulmates and
know not what caring is. All that will matter is cock and hole. One
moment of pleasure in their lives will cease to exist. They will fuck
for the sake of fucking. And I will not be there to feast upon his
works.
So I say this. Some would call me evil. And they may not be wrong.
But he is true evil, beyond even my scope. I warn you to look well
into his eyes before you decide to trust him. Look deeply into what
passes for his soul.
As for his Soulmate... I would cry for her if I could. But it is too
late. For what he is... so too may she also become. Let mortals
cower beneath the robes of the righteous, for true evil walks amongst
them.
(dez187lm@hotmail.com)
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