Feature Writer: Rod O’Steele
Feature Title: Little Witches
Copyright: Rod O’Steele © 2010, 2013
Story Codes: Occult, Witchcraft, Religious, Magic,

Little Witches

Jamie led the girls down the stone staircase into the cold drafty hall of the old convent which was attached to the girl’s school. Dismal dark played across the hall as outside, clouds scudded past, flying as if afraid of the night, covering, then exposing, the cold light of the moon which hung dolorously in the dark night sky. Six girls, trying to be silent as black cats, crept down the stairs, all except Jamie, scared out of their wits, all unable to quit since the other girls were there, trudging along, all sure they would be caught by a sister who would skin them alive for being out so late and for being in the convent instead of their rooms in the school. Down they went to the old library where the antiquities and valuables, like the golden rood used only on high Holy days, were kept, locked up in the cellar. There were no lights on and Jamie flicked on her flashlight, startling several of the girls, the light a circle of hope in the encroaching dark.

“Shh,” she hissed at the sound of gasps.

On they went, around a corner and down another passage, deeper into the cellar, further than any except Jamie had been. The walls felt damp and cold, and several girls shivered, not only from the cold, but also from their dread. Jamie led them into a side passage which seemed to dead end in a solid stone wall.

“Watch,” she whispered. The others strained forward as Jamie ran her fingers along the top of the side wall and they slipped into a small trough, CLICK. The girls jumped. At the same moment, the end wall slid back and pivoted to the side.

“Follow me,” Jamie said, leading the girls into the abyss.

“Wow” Kelsey said as Jamie lit a candle, throwing dancing light into the corners. It was a temple, perhaps twenty feet to a side, ten feet high, columns running around the walls, with an altar on one wall. Jamie pushed on the stone door which slid back into place.

Nicole cried out, “We’re locked in.”

“Shut up, “Jamie said. “You just push that stone next to the door and it opens again.”

“Oh,” Nicole said nervously.

“Sit in a circle on the floor,” Jamie ordered.

The girls sat on the cold floor, wondering what was going to happen. Jamie took a large stone bowl covered with crude markings from the altar and set it in the middle of the group. Next, she grabbed an old book from the wall in back of the altar and brought it to the circle.

It looked strange, “What’s that?” Erica asked adjusting her glasses.

“It is the text of Velathos, the Blind.”

“How did he write it if he was blind?” Kelsey asked.

They all looked askance at Kelsey being Kelsey.

“Duh, someone wrote it for him. It’s in Latin. I thought I’d never use the Latin they make us learn,” Jamie answered.

“Why’s it look like that,” Erika asked.

Jamie ran her hand over the book, “It’s skin,” she said.

“Gross,” several of the girls burst out, followed, by “Eews.”

“Hey, leather is just skin too,” she said. The other girls didn’t look convinced. Jamie shrugged off her backpack and started taking out various vials and bottles. “It took forever to find some of this stuff.”

Faith nervously asked her, “What are you doing?”

“I told you, a spell of power.”

“I don’t know…” Faith said.

Jamie opened the book and began reading, “Leaf of oak, gall of frog, silver dust,” as she opened and poured into the stone bowl contents of the various containers. The girls all recoiled at several of the items because of the names and because of the smell. When she finished, Jamie sat back and took a needle, jabbed her fingers and squeezed several drops of blood. She handed the needle to Gina, “Do it.”

Gina scrunched up her nose but poked the needle in, cried “Ouch,” but squeezed some blood into the bowl. One after the other each girl pricked her finger and dropped blood into the bowl. Faith was last.

“I’m not going to,” she stated.

Jamie grabbed her hand, jabbed the needle into her finger, and ignoring he loud ‘OW!” pulled her finger to the bowl and squeezed. Faith pulled her finger back but not before several drops fell into the bowl.

Jamie smiled, “We’re all in.”

Faith rubbed her finger. “That hurt.”

“Sissy.” Jamie started reading the text, in Latin. The girls could understand much of what she was reading, calling on Thammuz to give them power. She lit a match and threw it into the bowl, a flash of blood red light burst out and red smoke coiled up from the bowl. The smoke hung in the air, like a breeze was blowing, except there was no breeze in that cold dank room; the smoke turned in the air. Each girl felt in turn like she was being inspected. A voice, deep, tolling like a bronze bell, seeming to come from the smoke said, “I accept the five, but the one who does not accept me must be sacrificed.”

Jamie was the only one who could speak and asked, “What? Why?”

“She fought against my blessings. She must be sacrificed!”

Horror gripped the girls. All except Faith felt cold run through their veins and they began to move against their wishes as if one mind was controlling all five bodies. Kelsey and Nicole grabbed Faith’s arms as Gina and Erica grabbed her ankles. They lifted her as Jamie, fighting against the commands every step, came over and started unbuttoning Faith’s blouse, then her skirt, bra, leaving only her black thong. The four lifted the girl and placed her on the altar. Faith was too scared to even scream.

Jamie tried to scream; this isn’t what she expected. The spell was supposed to give the girls power. What was happening? They weren’t getting power – they were being taken over by… What was taking control of them?

“Prepare the sacrifice,” the voice tolled. The four tried to fight the commands as they saw the red jeweled dagger on the altar and the old rust-red stains running off the rock shelf.

Jamie wondered what sacrifice meant until a vision filled her mind; she recoiled, ‘NO!’ But her body obeyed its new master. She leaned forward as Faith’s legs were spread. Her pussy spread open, as Jamie pulled the thong to the side.

Jamie lay upon the cool stone altar until her face was right above Faith’s pussy. Then Jamie’s tongue lashed out and into the redolent warmth of Faith’s folds. Faith gasped from the unexpected surge of pleasure. Her head fell back as Jamie’s tongue assaulted her nether regions, licking and lapping from top to bottom of her pussy, then wrapping around her clitoris. “Oh,” she moaned as the pleasant vibrations echoed through her body. Faith was still heaving around on the altar, but it was no longer fear moving her; it was pleasure. The other girls watched, entranced, as Jamie sucked and lapped at Faith’s spread open gash.

Above them, the smoke grew and coalesced until a body, glowing red and covered in scaly skin, goat’s horns flowing back from its head, talons tipping it fingers, stood before them. “She is mine,” it said. The girls quailed at the awesome evil presence and tried to hide their faces from the horror, but they were forced to watch as between its repulsive legs, a hideous staff, looking like a horse’s cock, long, slimy, red, and thick around as one of the girl’s arms, pulsed in the red light. The five girls all tried to scream but it was choked off in their throats. Faith, opening her eyes when Jamie quit licking, saw the apparition approach her and she screamed as it grabbed her to kiss her with it’s repellant mouth. The scream died as she felt the sepentine repugnant tongue rape her mouth. Then the demon slid around, it’s massive red phallus finding her helpless vulnerable loins. As she stared at it, the demon pushed and she felt it tear through her virgin portal, ripping her open, another scream, this time of realized horror, as the wicked phallus abused her passage and buried itself as deeply as possible inside her pussy.

Faith could smell its fetid breath and opened her eyes to see the glowing red eyes, the teeth pointed and sharp, stained from its unholy diet, the talons holding her face seemed ready to tear her flesh from her body and she nearly passed out.

Jamie was watching from the other end and could see the muscles in its ass flexing as it powered the fearsome pole in and out of Faith’s pussy, the lewd slurping sound unnerving. The beast of Hell grunted as it spent it’s cum, gushing into the poor girl, filling her with its monstrous seed. A final brutal thrust and gush and it was over. The thing laughed and shouted, “She is mine,” as it dissolved into the smoke, the laugh reverberating in the dank air.

The girls, released from the spell which held them, fell onto the floor gasping for breath. “Oh God,” Gina retched, nearly tossing her dinner. Faith, doubled up on the cold stone, hugging herself, could only think ‘Why did I follow Jamie down to this pit of Hell? Why? Am I so stupid?’ The other girls, including Jamie herself held similar thoughts.

Nicole was the first to speak, “Let’s get out of here.”

That brought a flurry of activity as the girls helped Faith walk from the temple of evil, abandoning everything as they hurried out, Jamie closing the door behind. The dull boom followed them as they fled upstairs to their rooms. No word was spoken as Kelsey and Nicole hurried to their room, Gina and Erica to theirs, and Jamie helped Faith to theirs. Faith stumbled into the bath and Jamie heard the shower. She fell back into a chair, crying and wondering how she let this happen. It had just seemed a prank, fun. How could this horror have happened?

Faith washed herself time after time, digging her fingers deep inside, trying to wash away all of the evil the demon had poured into her body. When the water ran cold, she got out and dried off. As she came out, Jamie was still crying, “I’m sorry.”

Faith continued drying herself as Jamie’s eyes got wide that her friend was showing her nudity, the towel never covering much. Jamie wondered what was happening. The answer would soon affect all six girls; Faith was the most changed since the demon had taken her directly. His seed was eating away at the Apollonian civilized veneer and exposing the wild barbaric Dionysian inner self of each girl. Faith was already showing the change in her behavior.

She had already put from her mind the horror of the evening as the wild untamed inner core came out. “Actually, I liked it, what you did,” she said.

Jamie sat with her mouth open.

Faith continued, tossing the towel aside, standing openly naked in front of her friend, “I mean, that part felt good. I just wish we had a chance to kiss or something like that. It was so rushed.”

Jamie blushed, realizing Faith enjoyed their lezzy incident. Faith came to her and putting her hand on Jamie’s cheek, led the girl up from the chair and pulled their lips together. They kissed. The demonic impulse planted in her that evening broke through Jamie’s civilized veneer and she moaned in pleasure. The beast was now in charge. Faith heard the surrender in that moment and pushed Jamie’s blouse off. She unhooked the bra as Jamie unbuttoned her skirt and pushed of her panties. They came together, naked, breast against breast, tongues lunging into each other’s mouth, pudenda mashed against pudenda. “Yes…” Jamie moaned, as Faith pushed her back onto her bed, the girls falling together, their bodies meshing, legs scissored together, pussy against pussy, lips pressed against lips, tongues dueling. Faith fucked her friend. They collapsed together after mutual orgasms, crawled under the covers and fell asleep.



Faith woke early and seeing Jamie in her bed, began softly touching her. Jamie woke from a wonderful dream to a better reality; Faith was softly touching her breasts and nipples. As her eyes opened, Faith leaned down and they kissed. As she pulled back, she said, “Your turn to fuck me.”

Jamie was momentarily offended by the vulgarity, but the beast burst from the inner hidden core and she quickly laughed and returned the kiss pulling Faith down. Their legs locked again, pressing pussy against pussy as Jamie rolled over and began fucking Faith.

The other four girls woke from their uneasy sleep. They hurried to be ready for the day. Nicole and Kelsey were up first followed shortly by the other two. They gathered in the hall, wondering about Faith. Curious and nervous, they opened the door to Faith and Jamie’s room, for the nuns believed nothing should go on behind locked doors. They gasped at the two girls fucking on the bed.

In the hours of the night, the demon had infiltrated their wills. Normally the girls would have been appalled by the sight of two girls having sex. But the demonic perversity was seeping into their souls. All four girls felt the heat of desire in their loins. They closed the door quietly and headed back to their rooms. Cute Kelsey stood before Nicole and said, “What did you think?”

“I think it was hot,” Nicole said.

Kelsey needed no further invitation and the demonic control asserted itself as she leaned forward and kissed Nicole. Before they knew it their clothes were scattered around their room and they fell onto the bed, sweet blonde Kelsey and dark Nicole, salt and pepper were quickly locked together fucking each other in lesbian bliss. The same scene played itself out between Erica and Gina, six girls all fucking, their moans filling the morning so that other girls could hear in the hall. There was much giggling that morning.



Faith and Jamie emerged from their room and hurried off to class. As they hurried down the hall, one girl laughed and made smooching sounds at them. Madness surged in Faith, as she wished the girl hurt. Just then the girl tripped on nothing and falling awkwardly, broke her wrist, crying out in pain. Every girl present had seen her trip and no one was near. They all saw the look in Faith’s eyes, the look of satisfaction and all were equally sure that somehow she had been responsible.

As two girls helped the victim to the dean’s office, the others hurried to class. But the rumors quickly spread. Gina and Nicole both heard distorted versions, for they were not yet known to be allies of Faith and Jamie.

No other girl said anything, even though the rumors of lezzy sex by the six spread, along with the belief that Faith had caused the accident. Like all live-in girl’s schools, there was plenty of girl on girl sex, everything from ‘practice’ kissing to what would boys do stroking to labia against labia ‘practice’ sex to ‘just to see what it feels like’ pussy lapping. The unwritten but inviolate rule was nothing said, nothing noticed. What happened behind closed doors was to be silent and discrete. The six had violated the basic rule.

And they didn’t care anymore. The devil in them hated civilized rules and wanted them all violated. After dinner, the six gathered in Jamie and Faith’s room. Gina asked, “Faith, what happened?”

“Oh the little bitch made smooching sounds. I was so mad and I thought, ‘I hope she trips.’ And sure enough. right then, she fell and broke her arm.”

Gina said, “I heard it was just her wrist.”

Jamie said, “Wrist arm, who cares. You know what this means? We got power!” The room went deadly silent as each girl registered the implications.

Erica was first, “What are we going to do?”

Faith said, “We are going to take over this school.” Another long silence as they thought about that idea.

Erica had been feeling guilty, mixed with passion about the morning. In the lull, she looked at Faith and Jamie and said, “Um, this morning, the four of us opened your door…”

Jamie said defensively, “So?”

Erica traded a look with Gina before saying, “Well, me and Gina, we kind of found it hot and we went back to our room…”

“And did it too,” Faith finished. Erica nodded. Kelsey blushed bright red. Faith sitting next to her said, “You too?”

Kelsey turned even redder and nodded.

Smiling, the beast came into the room. Faith was first to throw off her clothes and the other girls quickly followed. There they sat all naked in a circle.


Faith put her hand on Kelsey’s face and pulled her into a lip locked kiss. Jamie turned to Gina and pulled her into a kiss. Nicole and Erica shrugged, turned to each other and fell back locked in a passionate embrace. Soon six girls were locked in three copulating couples. The sound of wet pussies and heavy breathing filled the room. The beast reveled in the lustful outpourings of the girls.

After climaxing, the girls switched partners. This time, each couple lined up face to pussy, lapping at each other’s pussies until the girls orgasmed. And around the circle the girls moved until each had given all, and been given a cum. Exhausted, even if the beast was not sated, for the beast would always lust, the girls went back to their rooms to fall asleep dreaming of lezzy sex.

The next morning, after a quick bout of pussy lapping, Gina and Erica headed off to their first class with the dour Polish nun, Sister Maria. Sister Maria was known for her conservative bent and stern discipline and mountains of homework in Algebra. Her prize possession was a picture of her and the pope before he became pope.

Bound together by the beast as they were now, the girls had begun to be able to sense the other’s intentions. Erica was looking at Sister and thinking, wouldn’t it be funny if she fell. Gina said a loud in her mind “No.” Erica looked at the other girl, a quizzical look in her eyes. But the beast wasn’t quiet. It fixed a thought into both girls at the same time. They concentrated and a spark leapt on sister’s habit. A small flame started. Luckily, one of the girls in the front row, who was lost in thought, happened to be looking down instead of the board and shouted, “Sister,” pointing at the habit. The flames were quickly growing. Another girl, thinking quickly, grabbed the fire extinguisher from the front, just as they had been drilled each year, and turned it on Sister Maria.

In the ensuing chaos, no one noticed Gina and Erica quietly smiling. An ambulance came and carted off the protesting sister. She had been burned worse than this on the beach. But Mother Superior wasn’t taking any chances. The inquiry turned up nothing that could explain what happened.

Thus began a reign of bullies. The other girls soon noticed how the six began acting like they were in charge. Any girl who chose to cross them, well, something happened to her and it was never pleasant and always creepy. It soon came to the attention of the teachers and sisters that something wicked had this way come. The dean was soon apprised of the happenings. He didn’t really believe it, but too many of the girls, and now the staff, had begun to believe. He knew he needed to do something. The six girls were called to his office.

“Ladies, some unusual things are happening in the school and there are some who feel you are involved.”

“Who?” demanded Jamie.

“That isn’t important at the moment,” he said.

Faith interrupted him, “It’s important to me. I want to know,” she snarled.

“Excuse me, I am the dean, not you,” he said.

“We’ll see about that,” Jamie said, standing and leading the girls out of his office.

The dean was shocked. No student had ever behaved like this. He thought about his choices and decided this had gone far enough. Obviously, the girls would have to be suspended. Then their parents could talk to the girls and let them know how serious this was.

At the same time, the girls had convened in Jamie’s room. “What are we going to do?” Kelsey asked. “What if he calls our parents?”

Jamie said, “Sit in a circle and join hands.” The girls did. “Okay, we have to stop him, all agree?” The girls nodded. Jamie began to concentrate. The beast inside let them connect and use their combined power… “Out, out, out…” The girls began to chant. They felt it, the beast, the power flowing through them, channeling itself to their desire, their wishes.

In the Dean’s office he suddenly felt tired, weak, like he hadn’t slept in months, his eyes closed. Now his body stood and went to the window, opened it, and crawled out, and jumped. At that moment he woke, saw himself falling and screamed.

The girls felt a giddy satisfaction flow back to them. In their satisfaction, a lusty desire filled their bodies and clothes were flying as an all girl orgy broke out.

Luckily for the dean, he had been in the army and trained at Fort Benning. Training took over. The fall from the second story window wasn’t great although it would have been dangerous to an untrained man. Feet together, arms at his side, he hit and rolled, absorbing the force of the fall all along his body. It was a text book landing, except for the sprinkler head. His luck ran out as his head crashed against it, sending him to sleep.

Several girls heard the scream and ran outside to find the unconscious dean on the grass below his office, blood running from the scalp wound. They ran screaming back inside. Once again, the town’s ambulance came roaring out to the convent and hauled away another victim of what had quickly become a reign of terror.



Something had been bothering me but I couldn’t quite scratch that itch. It hovered around my consciousness, sort of like a fly buzzing around, annoying. I got an e-mail from my master. No, I’m not a slave, I’m a wizard of the ancient Celtic rights, a Druid, and the Master whom I mentioned was the one who recognized in me the power and trained me. I owe him much.

The email was simple. Do you feel it too? Call me.

This was the first time he had sent me an e-mail since I had left his training many years before. This did nothing to allay my feeling that something wasn’t right. I grabbed my cell phone and called his shop. He picked up. Across the distance our minds recognized each other and he said, “Do you feel it too?”

“Yes, but I have no idea what it is,” I answered.

“It is the first time since you have been trained. A demon has opened a gate into our world. What you feel is the evil pouring into our world through the gate. Now, you must earn all of the prerogatives you have as a wizard. You have to fulfill your duty and destroy the gate,” he said ominously.

Had it been anyone else, I would have laughed. But he had never joked about such things. I felt my stomach clench. “How?” was all I could manage.

“Your book. It has the answers. And remember, you have the power and the gods will be at your side.”

“But Master, you are wiser…”

He cut me off. “No, I have had my time as guardian. You have been trained and the power is strong and fresh in you. Listen, have you heard about the St. Joan’s convent school?”

It had been in the papers, weird things happening at the school. “Yes,” and I felt the chill.

“Yes,” he said, “I too feel it. That is the place where the gate is. Study, then go and quickly. Good luck, young master.” And he hung up.

I grabbed my book from the small cubicle I had in the back of the store and opened it. The book opened to a chapter, Gates and Demons. I started reading and memorizing spells, of which there were many, but only a few were new to me, the spell to destroy the gate along with a powerful warding spell for defense against a demon in our world. These were spells to cast out the demon from a possessed person. I knew I would need to take my wife, in case any of the possessed were men. It is essential to have a woman, a priestess if possible, to free a male.

I called my wife and she came from the front of our store. I told her of the conversation and showed her the book and the instructions. She quickly read the instructions on closing a gate. She asked, “Are there any men possessed?”

“We won’t know till we get there,” I said. “Ask your parents to watch the children. We must hurry before more evil is done.”

In less than an hour, we were on the road to the convent. I sent a wire, protected, that a Franciscan father and a sister were coming to help. They were experts in exorcisms. We dressed in habit and robe. I parked in the local city and hired a cab to take us. We were met by the Mother Superior and the school dean, a bandage on his temple, both happy to see us and both obviously distraught. They gave us rooms in the visitors’ wing and asked what we needed. I asked to interview all of the sisters that might have information pertinent to the investigation. They were gathered in the sister’s dining hall. Mother Superior introduced us as Father Michael and Sister Anne. Good enough names.

The stories were consistent from the sisters. A pattern emerged as Cheryl took notes. One of six girls had been present each time something weird happened. It was always the six. The final tragedy, when the dean had jumped from his office, had happened after he clashed with the six. He had no memory until waking in mid-flight. He was trying to put on a good face, but I could feel his fear, and he had every right to it. I felt afraid myself: I knew what was happening and had tools to fight it.

“Sister,” I asked the Mother Superior,” Do you see the pattern? It is always one of these six girls.” She looked over Cheryl’s notes.

“And nothing happens when they are not present,” she said quietly. “Why didn’t I see?”

I waved it away. “You are not experienced in the dark arts. It is why I am here. Tonight, I must see the girls one at a time in the highest room in the sanctuary. It needs a locking door.”

“There is a small room just below the bells in the tower. There is an open stairway to the bells but the door to the downstairs locks,” Mother Superior told us.

“That is perfect.” I turned to the assembled sisters. “Sisters, tonight I expect to confront the evil which has come to your hallowed halls. You will hear things that it is not fit for your ears but we cannot rid the convent of the possessed without a fight. I ask each of you to pray for the souls of those here, all of us, so that God’s light will redeem the dark night.”

I turned to Mother Superior, “Sister and I will rest and pray together until this evening.” She led us back to the rooms. Cheryl and I spent the time resting and reviewing the instructions for closing the gate. The first step was to free all of those possessed. Until they were freed from the demon’s control, closing the gate would not lock out the demon. It would still have a channel into our world.

As the sun set, Cheryl and I removed our clothes, and praying to the old gods we joined, man and woman, completing the cycle and prayed to the gods to bless our mission. We both felt them filling our room; their power flowed into us and we orgasmed together, blessing the gods. Quickly, we cleaned and dressed, and none too soon for a knock on our door called us.

“Sister,” I told one, “please bring the six girls to the sanctuary.”

Cheryl and I sat in the sanctuary of the church, communing and gathering our strength and inner resolve for the task ahead. The six were brought and I felt the power in them, the evil power of the demon. He was staring back, malevolently, through their eyes. Cheryl recoiled next to me, but none else noticed. “What is your name?” I asked the one I could feel the weakest power within. Unsure, since this was my first encounter with a demon, I decided to take on the demon at his weakest first.

“Faith,” she mumbled.

“And do you have faith?” I asked.

I felt the girl inside struggle, but no answer came forth. Around us, the sisters gasped. I nodded to Mother Superior, “Please, her first,” and went up the stairs followed by ‘Sister Anne’ and the others, hurrying Faith ahead of them. I bid the sisters out and reminded them no matter what they heard, not to enter until called by one of us.

“So Faith, how did it happen?” and I sent a spell to her. The eyes turned red and blazed forth, “You, bastard son of a whore mother, will never know.” A growling horrible voice broke from her mouth, but it was not her voice. This time I hit it with a strong spell not to move. Her muscles bunched and tied to break it, but it held her firm. Cheryl went to the girl and quickly undressed her, laid her on the bed, and spread her thighs. A spate of foul oaths and dread warnings burst from her throat, low, guttural and nasty.

Paying no attention, I doffed the robe, caused my cock to swell, and mounted the girl. (For information of why and how a wizard uses sex in the druidic worship, see A Wizard’s Life) The demon dried up her passage so that it was painful to enter, but soon the natural fluids flowed and I fucked her, drawing power from the earth and the heavens. Cheryl put her hands on the girls head, healing her with the power of the Priestess. I could feel the girl fighting the demon; she had not entered his influence voluntarily which gave her better ability to fight it. Her will had never given itself over to the creature. But I could see the abuse she had suffered. Cheryl sent her power into the girl helping her heal the hurts of her demonic rape. The white power flowed into the girl, filling her, and chasing the demon who fled from the pain of his evil nature when hit by the white power. As I felt him ready to leap from the girl, I called to the girl, “Send him out!” and pronounced the dispossession spell. She uttered the words, “Get out!” a wail of pain then nothing else. He was gone. I continued fucking the girl letting the healing take place as she absorbed the power. I finished up, feeling stronger now than when I started.

Cheryl quickly cleaned up the girl and hid the evidence of sex. I called the sisters who were upset by the naked girl. “Sisters, she is in a state of Edenic grace. Cover her with a blanket but no clothes. She must remain pure until the morning. Take her to a cell and guard it. No one is to enter or leave.” As the sisters carried the limp girl out, I said, “Please bring the girl named Gina.”

As the moon slowly rose, then began to set I cast the demon from girl after girl, taking the power of the universe to fight the demon. Each girl, he fought harder as his ability to remain in this world depended on the girls. The snarling increased, the language nastier and louder until the very walls reverberated with his curses, the threats rougher. But Cheryl and I pressed on, expelling it from girl after girl to see them carried away, the sisters holding their ears in fright, the girls sleeping peacefully at last.

Last, I asked for Jamie. The beast was dark in her eyes and I knew this one would be difficult. The demon would stop at nothing for this last girl. Jamie was dragged in by three sisters, fighting the whole way. “Jamie,” I said in command.

The demon tossed off the command and turning spit filth at me. “Please leave sisters.” They fled, horror in their eyes, for it is one thing to think there is a devil, it is something much harder when you see the devil himself. I hit it with the command to not move. Jamie’s head twisted and spat at Cheryl. I had to pronounce the spell again with all of the power I had. This time it worked. Cheryl undressed the girl and laid her on the bed. I entered her easily; apparently the demon had learned that didn’t work. This time as I poured the white healing power into the girl, blood erupted from her mouth, fountaining into the air. The demon was trying to fool me into thinking I was the cause of the girl’s maladies. I almost stopped, then examined the blood and knew it wasn’t hers. It, the demon, had no more desire to kill her since that would seal off his access as surely as I was trying to do.

It screamed and ranted and writhed in pain as the white power filled her, the white power burning the demon like hell fire would a man, leaving it no place to hide. Cheryl helped soothe the girl whose spirit cowered, afraid of the beast. It lashed out with all of its strength sending Cheryl flying across the room to thud against the wall. She did not move. I could do nothing for her for the beast turned on me. Filled with power, I resisted and turned the white power back on the beast. A great gout of green bile erupted from her mouth, and in it was the thing itself. It had fled the power. “I am free now.” It threatened, “I will kill…” Furniture began flying around the room crashing off the ceiling, floor, and walls, like a cyclone. It spied Cheryl lying on the floor. Like all demons, it sensed weakness and tried it use it against the opponent. It sensed my love and sought to use it against me by threatening Cheryl. “Your woman,” and its enormous cock grew. I sprung up from Jamie, and using the most powerful spell in the book for demonic control, hit it with all of my power. Stunned, the Demon twisted in the air, dazed but not defeated.

I knew I would be in trouble for it would return to power faster than I could. I called the gods, all one after the other. Silvery light appeared, gradually dimming the red glow of the beast. Soon, light filled the room and Ollathair, the Sky Father stepped forward. The demon had shriveled, its darkness fading before the silvery light. “No,” the diminished beast whined. “Haven’t I been punished enough?”

Ollathair pointed and in command said, “You are cast from this world.” In a flash of sliver light, it was gone. In a flash of silver light the gods left, all except Rhiannon who walked over to Cheryl and touched her shoulder. Cheryl sat up, smiling. Rhiannon took her hand and lifted her to her feet. “Daughter, you have done well.” She looked over at me, “Wizard, you have done well. You did not know, but that beast was one of the twelve, Thammuz.”

I had sunk to my knees before the gods. From my knees, I asked, “The twelve?”

“Yes, the twelve original demigods who revolted against the gods. Now you must destroy the gate, Good Wizard.” She smiled a smile of infinite compassion and faded away. The room was a mess of blood and bile and overturned furniture. We dressed back in our robes and called the sisters. They entered the room slowly and fearfully, amazed at the violence. Amid all of the violence slept Jamie, cleaned of evil at last, smiling. Mother Superior said, “Oh my Lord.”

“It is done Sisters. The girls are all free. Now I must close the gate forever.” I used the sight to follow the source of the evil, following it down, down, down to the blank wall.

“There is nothing here,” Mother Superior said.

I could feel it and my sense led my hand to the joint in the wall and feeling the metallic lever that released the door, I pushed. The great stone slab opened. We stared into the room. I nodded to Cheryl who hurried the sisters away, so they wouldn’t be hurt, but actually to keep them away as I pronounced the spell in Celtic rather than Latin as they would expect.

I called up the page with the gate closing spell in my memory. I called out to the gods again to close this gate, to destroy it so that it could never be used again. I looked into the room and a maelstrom developed, not of wind, but something less substantial than anything material. It was the very stuff of existence, swirling ever faster and more violently, sucking the existence of the gate out of our universe. The whole thing was fading, fading, until all that was left were the stone walls, so clean as if they had been washed with sandpaper. The columns were gone, the bowl and altar were gone, the girl’s clothes and packs, and even the stains were gone. There was no evidence that anything had ever been in that room.

Cheryl let the sisters return.

“It is gone,” I said, “And with it all of the evil. Sisters, listen. It will be natural perhaps, to think of the girls as evil after all that has happened. But each girl helped me to fight off the demon, hating what it used them to do. No girl could, by herself, fight off the power of the Devil. Do not blame them. They have seen the devil but have returned to God and been redeemed.” I led all of them back up to the sanctuary, just as the morning light began to play through the windows.

“Let us pray,” I said to the sisters. I turned to Mother Superior. “I am tired. Can you lead the prayers?” I sat in one of the pews and put my head down, for I was drained after a night like this. Cheryl sat next to me.

I listened to the drone of prayer, always soothing whether or not you are a believer. The next thing I remember is waking when I was shook. I had dozed. “Oh Sorry…”

“Fiddlesticks,” the sister said. “Any one would be exhausted after a night like that. We called a cab to take you back to town.”

I thanked the sisters for their help, and Cheryl and I left, to return to our cozy bookshop.



Two of the younger sisters cleaned up the bell tower, mopping the bile and blood, setting up the chairs and table, gathering up the clothes scattered around the room. “Naked,” one harrumphed. “I never heard of an exorcism naked.”

“As long as it worked,” the other answered. She crossed herself and continued, “I don’t ever want to see that sort of stuff going on again.” “Amen,” both echoed.

Above the tower, a beast raged, gnawing at itself, for it could not get at them, locked out of this universe at it was. The hunger, the hunger gnawed at him as it would for eternity, never satisfied, always a lust eating away at it until one day he could again vent his hatred and envy and sate his unholy lusts for evil.


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