I pause before going into the cemetery. I am on my own my coven has refused to back me in this. I know it’s wrong but I love Damien Cross with all of my heart. His death has left an emptiness inside me that is slowly killing me. Tonight is all hallows eve. I should be dancing naked under the moon with the rest of my coven and celebrating the crones. Instead, I am about to raise my husband from the dead for one more night of loving. It has been a year since he died and I crave his cock so much that I’m willing to do black magic just to feel that beautiful dick of his abusing my greedy cunt.

I take a deep breath and continue inside. I stop before his grave dropping to my knees. It has been a while since I have been here. A few months to be exact I had been coming every day, but it got to be too painful. Each time I came here a little more of me died. My coven had tried to help by including me more, but it hadn’t really helped nothing could except having Damien back in my arms. They had finally left me alone turning a blind eye to the fact that I spent all my time in the high priestess’s massive library. They thought that spending all my time there was better than the alternative of me spending all my time at Damien’s grave.

They had been wrong and should have stopped me; because it was there that I found the forbidden section of the High Priestess library. Although we only practice white magic, every coven has the means to fight black magic if white magic didn’t help. We all knew that it existed but none of us knew exactly where it was located. It hadn’t seemed to matter; all of us had been content with white magic. None of us wanted to risk our souls with anything in those books. I guess that’s why High Priestess Harmony didn’t spell the books to be hidden from view. I am glad that she didn’t because I found the spell needed to bring my love back from the grave. I had been so excited that I had approached my coven for help. They had been shocked and refused to aid me. Harmony had even finally spelled the black magic books so I couldn’t find them again, but it was too late I spent a lot of time memorizing those spells. They are ingrained in my mind and tonight I’m using the most dangerous one of all. Glancing down I read the inscription once again.

Damien Landon Cross

1982-2016

Beloved husband of Shayla Smith Cross

Ripped from my arms too soon,

But never from my heart, may God hold you in his sweet embrace until we meet again.

Tears build up inside me over the beautiful words inscribed on his tombstone, and I swipe them away angrily. The night is still young, but I don’t have a lot of time to dig him up and complete my spell. My spell will only last until dawn and then he will have to return to his grave. I need every moment that I can get with him. With a sigh I grab my shovel and start digging. It took longer than I would have liked but I had expected that since I and I alone was digging up the grave. The sun was starting to set when I finished. Excitement bubbled up inside me as I climbed into the open grave and pried open his casket with a crowbar.

I was finally going to have him back for a while, anyway. I had wanted to bring him back permanently, but I need the whole coven to do that. They had warned me that what I bring back might not be Damien, but an evil spirit in his body. They also forewarned me that I risk my soul if I do this. What they don’t seem to understand is that Damien is my soul. I don’t really care what I’m risking. I’m willing to take that chance. I swore to them that I would forget about resurrecting him, but I need him almost as much as I need the air to breathe. So I will just have to savor the one night and cherish every minute I’m with him. Reaching into my pocket I grab the small vial of blood needed for my spell. I went to a bar last night and picked up a stranger, with promises of a night of unforgettable passion. It had been unforgettable alright at least for him.

I drugged him and stole his blood leaving him in the hotel room to wake up naked and confused. I know that by stealing his blood I have also stolen his life. The minute I anoint Damien with the stranger’s blood he will start dying so that Damien can live. I know that you can’t restore a life without taking a life. Knowing this my coven has forbidden me to do this. I don’t care I want Damien back even if it’s only for one night. I’m not heartless the stranger was handsome and had a lot going for him. His only crime had been being lonely, and that loneliness led him to pick up a stranger and forfeit his life. I feel bad about that but not bad enough to stop. I know that I’m doing the right thing. Or am I? I can’t help wondering if my coven is right, but then I begin to remember what it felt like to be in Damien’s arms and then how I felt when he was gone.

I know that I need to do this so that I can get some closure. One night isn’t a lot to ask so that I can finally come to terms with his loss. Hell, I have to do this before I lose my nerve. I can feel him whispering my name the way he used to, and just like it did then it sent tingles through my body making my pussy ache for him. I know that it’s just in my mind but my pussy doesn’t know that. It has been starved for attention for the past year and needs to be filled. There is no going back for me. I must do this with a sigh I open the vial of blood and use it to draw a pentagram on his forehead. I unclasp the silver locket around my neck. It has a picture of Damien and me on our wedding day.

It will do for something that binds me and the deceased together. I lay it on his chest stepping back I place 5 candles clockwise. I light the purple one first then the blue, green, red, and finally the white. It is important that I place them in this order. I am surprised that the spell doesn’t call for a black one. Since it is dark magic, but I have memorized this spell and I know that it doesn’t. Reaching into my other pocket I grab a bag of ash from where I had burned some of his belongings. Sprinkling the ash on the locket on his chest, I close my eyes and start to envision Damien as he had been in life. His laughing green eyes tall, tanned body filled my mind, and I choked back a sob. I could no longer see a corpse. I could see him clearly now.

Even the retched smell of death faded away and his cologne filled my nostrils. I remembered Damien brushing his to long sandy hair out of his eyes. It was a habit of his that I found extremely sexy. I knew that now was the time to speak my chant and ask for what I wanted, and for what I needed so desperately.

“I call to the dead.”

“I call to the sprits.”

“I ask with my soul”

“I ask with my heart.”

“I beg of you bring my beloved Damien back to me.”

“Let him walk among the living once more.”

“On tonight, this all hallows eve when the dead are free to roam the earth. Let him come to me on this special night. To be returned at dawn.”

“I call to thee come to me, let us be reunited once more.”

“I implore you to accept the life I offer you. Take his life force to restore my love. I wish to see him feel him and be one with him.”

“Return him as a flesh and blood man. I offer all that I have to have him once more. I beg of you spirit let him rise and be mine once more.”

“So mote it be.”

I repeated the chant 3 times then I opened my eyes. I hope that I am powerful enough on my own for the spell to work. A gush of wind sweeps through me blowing out the candles, and I know that my call has been answered. We are connected through the spell, and I can feel him growing stronger and returning to me, but something is wrong I can feel evil in the air as I watch the flesh grow on his body. I want to take the spell back. I need to reverse it, but it’s too late. I shudder in fear as he sits up in his coffin and looks at me with eyes that I have missed so much. I know that it’s Damien I can feel his spirit, but there is someone else in his body. Something evil has hitched a ride with him from hell.

I should have listened to my coven I’m not equipped to handle this evil. I have made a horrible mistake and I know that I’m going to end up paying for it. Damien jumps out of the casket with an agility that someone, who has been dead a year shouldn’t have. With a swipe of his hand the casket closes and dirt fills his grave. I’m not sure how he did it but the grave now looks undisturbed. I see love, desire, and pure evil reflected in his dazzling green eyes.

I’m way over my head I wasn’t sure that the spell would even work. It is apparent that he wants me. I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that I’m going to fuck what I fear may be the devil him-self, and truth be told I don’t care anymore. I have what I wanted and I plan to make the most of it. I know that Damien is in there somewhere. Joy fills me as I wrap my arms around him.

“Damien, oh how I have missed you.”

“So tell me Shayla, who have you been wrapping your pretty legs around?”

“How dare you ask me something like that? I’ve been nothing but a wife in mourning for the last year Damien.”

“Come on Shayla I know how hot your cunt is for cock. I can’t imagine you going that long without it, besides it took you long enough to bring me back.”

“Yeah, so don’t make me regret it. I went against my coven to do this. I love you and I missed you so much, but we only have this one night, so please let’s make the most of it.”

“You mean to tell me I’ve been rotting in that thing for a year and the best you could do was one night.”

“The coven refused to help me and that was the best I could do alone.”

“We’ll see about that. I’ve been gone too long and one night will never do, but we’ll worry about that later right now all I want is to nestle my thick cock inside your tight cunt.”

He comes closer, pulling me into his arms. His eyes are glazed with lust and the green seems brighter than I remember, but the blood red that surrounds the green fills me with fear. His mouth crashes down on mine and it’s the same mouth I remember so well. I close my eyes as his tongue finds mine and starts stroking. My fear turns to desire. I have waited so long for this moment. His lips devour mine and his touch sets me ablaze. His hand moves up my thigh and I’m consumed with heat when his finger pushes past my panties and dips inside my wet opening.

“Just the way I remember, nice and wet. You know I’m going to fuck you right here over my tombstone Shayla.”

Wetness dampens my panties. I need to feel him inside me. He pushes me hard against the stone. His hands push my skirt up around my waist. He rips my panties and pushes into me surrounding his cock in my wetness. He pummels into me over and over. He isn’t the same gentle lover he used to be, but raw, intense, almost savage, but I love it. The man fucking me is my husband, but I sense another presence and that is what frightens me. I hope my decision to bring Damien back was the right one, but right now I can’t think about that. I’m too consumed by his cock and the pleasure it is inflicting on me.

In the ten years we were married he never fucked me like this, maybe this is what had been missing in our marriage. I had tried talking to him, but he never wanted to hear it. Damien was strictly a missionary type man with no desire to try new things. We had an active sex life, but I always wanted more. Damien blamed it all on the books I read, in fact he once said.

“You think our sex life is boring, because of the filth you read.”

I guess he was right I loved reading and sometimes the books excited me in ways they shouldn’t have.

I’m suddenly jarred back to the present when I feel myself being crushed against the stone as his cock slams harder into me. The pain is short lived as my body soars higher and higher when a piercing orgasm crashes through me. I can feel his cock beating my inner walls as his liquid venom fills me. He pulls me from the stone and pushes me to the ground and he is on top of me and another fire is ignited. He slides his head between my legs and I lose my senses. Damien has never been much on giving oral as he was on receiving. He looks up at me and for a split second I swore his eyes were glowing red, but I know that is impossible.

“This is what you want isn’t it Shayla? Isn’t it hot that I’m going to lick your sweet, little cunt that I just filled with my seed?”

I couldn’t answer before his tongue was invading me, licking and lapping. My breaths became ragged as his tongue lounged deeper into me. I hadn’t finished reeling from my previous orgasm and my body was quivering with another. I convulsed with every tingling sensation and a chilling thought entered my mind. How would I ever be able to let him go? This is everything I have ever wanted. Damien is finally feeding my hunger, so how can I say a final goodbye? I can’t. I won’t. I will find a way to keep him here with me. I choke back my tears. I don’t want to think because all I want right now is to feel the pleasure being inflicted on me. He looks up at me his eyes full of sadness. His thumb swipes away the single tear that has slid down my cheek.

“Why are you crying Shayla?”

“I was just thinking about the short time we have. I don’t want it to end. I won’t survive losing you again.”

He sits up, rocking back on his knees and pulls me into his embrace. His mouth kisses the top of my head. He pushes my hair to one side and his mouth moves along my neck. His breath was hot against my flesh. I felt the familiar ache in my core. I want him again.

“It doesn’t have to end Shayla. I promised you forever on our wedding day and I can still give you that if you still want it, but it comes with a price. Do you love me enough to risk it all?”

“If I didn’t, you wouldn’t be here. I have already risked everything bringing you back. What more is there?”

“Your soul, you see you were hasty in your decision to bring me back and forgot to protect yourself. You will pay the ultimate price for that mistake. I didn’t come back alone and what came with me is now securely planted in your womb. It is up to us to keep him alive until he grows strong enough to be born.”

“I don’t understand Damien.”

“You have had a great honor bestowed unto you. You have been chosen to carry the son of Satan. The child is growing inside of you as we speak.”

Damien moves his hand across my abdomen and a wicked grin curls his lips.

“I think you’re sick. It’s impossible for me to get pregnant and you know that.”

“Believe me you are and soon you will feel him moving and getting stronger. When the child is born we will take our places together in hell. You wanted forever so you’re getting it, maybe not how you wanted, but oh well. I’m wasting time the child needs to be fed and I’m getting weak and need to feed myself. Time is of the essence we must hurry.”

He stands pulling me with him and we leave the cemetery. I can’t believe what he has told me, but my coven warned me of the dangers. I had been careless and didn’t heed their warning. On the drive home Damien explained the details of feeding the child. I wanted to protest, but how could I? Damien would be lost to me forever. Instead I did as he told me and pulled the car over to the curb. He said a prostitute wouldn’t be missed, but I knew better. It didn’t take him long to sweet talk one into joining us. I still can’t believe that I’m helping him in his madness, but I love him. I keep hoping he comes to his senses. As we near our home, all hope is gone.

Damien has jumped into the back seat and has the woman practically naked when I pull the car into the driveway. Watching my husband with another woman has my stomach churning in disgust. I still don’t believe I’m pregnant it’s not possible. I was hospitalized as a child with scarlet fever. It wasn’t until I married Damien and we started trying to conceive that we found out my illness had left me sterile. I don’t know what to believe, all I know is my husband is back and I need to make the most of our time together, even if it means him seeking out other women. He believes what he has told me maybe I should too. We exit the car and the three of us head up the stone walk. I fumble with my keys as I unlock the door. Entering the house I instantly knew that an evil was lurking. The smell of it attacked my nostrils making me sick.

I manage to make it to the bathroom before the vomiting hits. Then the pains to my stomach the worse I have ever felt. It was like my insides were being brutally attacked. I fell to the floor screaming for Damien. He rushed to my side in a panic.

“Shayla, what’s wrong?”

“It hurts so much Damien. Something is terribly wrong. Please make it stop.”

He helps me to my feet. That’s when I feel the wetness running down my legs. I place my hand between my thighs pulling it back I’m horrified to see it blood soaked.

“We must hurry Shayla, before all is lost. The child must be fed now.”

Damien scoops me up and carries me to our bedroom. I see the woman naked on our bed and cringe when he lays me next to her.

“What’s wrong with her?” The stranger asked my husband.

“She’s not feeling well.” He told her as he removed his clothes and climbed on top of her. I turned my head I couldn’t watch him with her.

“Cool the little wife is going to watch while her husband fucks me. That puts a new twist on kinky for me, but hell you’re paying me good.”

My head snaps back around when I hear her scream. Damien’s cock is slamming in to her with such force that it scares me. Her eyes roll back into her head as he pounds her harder. Then they are gone sunken out of sight. Her flesh becomes loose as his cock continues draining her life-force. This is not my husband, but an incubus on a mission from hell. I’m guilty to, because I do nothing to stop him. The woman’s once thrashing body now lays lifeless under him, but he continues his punishment to her body. When he is done with her, he looks at me with eyes black as night.

“Now I feed the child.”

He crawls on me and in one swift thrust his cock is buried inside me. I close my eyes not able to bear looking into the face of the evil fucking me. I know it’s wrong to feel any kind of pleasure from this, but his cock felt so good moving in and out of me. I imagine it being Damien instead and my body begins to soar. I feel the orgasm as it travels up my spine and settles in my core. I’m still withering beneath him as he pumps his evil into me. He withdraws from me and rolls out of bed dragging the woman’s lifeless body with him. I lay there and suddenly I feel my insides being stretched and my belly expands. It can’t be possible, but I feel it. Terror seizes me, when I realize Damien was right, but the evil I had felt earlier isn’t in my home, but growing inside me. I reach down and touch my belly to my surprise I can feel it kicking me.

Whatever it is I know for damn sure that it isn’t human, and I’m not even sure that I care. I have always wanted a child. It was the only thing missing in my life with Damien. Evil or not it’s still my child and there is nothing in this world that I wouldn’t do to protect him. I smile a smile that doesn’t quite reach my eyes. I’m not sure how but somehow I know it’s a boy. The name Lucien whispers through my soul, and I know that the abomination in my womb has named him-self. I should be terrified but I’m not. I love Damien and I would give everything, even my soul to be with him. I have spent too much time without him. I don’t plan on ever being without him again. It doesn’t even matter anymore that he has planted his evil seed in me. Damien is all that I have left now. My coven will never forgive me for practicing the dark arts.

They are the only family that I have left, and I am dead to them now. Although some covens dabble in black magic from time to time, mine never did and never would. They are strictly white magic and I have crossed the line. I don’t think that I belonged with them, anyway. I have always found white magic a little on the boring side. I think that black magic is more me than white magic ever was, but that doesn’t matter I have crossed the line. If my coven knew, what I have brought back from the dead. They would step out of their comfort zone, and those self righteous bitches would use whatever black magic they had to use to send Damien back to hell. I can’t allow that to happen and I won’t. I am a seventh generation witch and I am more powerful than any of them. It is in my blood to be powerful.

 

I know a lot of witches from my bloodline have turned to black magic because it calls to us. I have always ignored that call until now. I had preferred doing white magic, and I swore that I would never turn dark like my uncle Jack and Aunt Helen did. They went too far and now their souls are lost forever. They turned their back on good and embraced evil. I guess that I have pretty much done the same thing. I am sure that they would stand by me against the coven if it came down to it, which I hope never happens. I don’t want my coven to know my shame. I can’t let them destroy my newfound happiness with Damien. If anything happens to me and I’m sure it will.

I want my aunt and uncle to take Lucien to raise as their own. They are about as dark as you can get and I know they will protect him. My thoughts are brought back to the present as I look up and see that Damien has returned. My heart starts to beat faster as he comes closer to me. I know that he is wondering about our baby so I tell him.

“Damien there is no need to fear our child grows healthy and strong. I can feel him moving. There is no reason to be afraid. Soon we will have the child we always longed for.”

Anger at my words flashed briefly in his eyes, but was gone so quickly that I wondered if I had imagined it.

“Shayla you must never think of this child as ours. He doesn’t belong to us and never will. You should be proud. You have been chosen to be the vessel that carries my master’s seed. The Christ child lived, now the time has come for Lucifer’s child to live, and you will give birth to him.”

“Tell me why I was chosen. Damien I don’t want this.”

“The Virgin Mary didn’t want it either, but she had no choice. Her belly still swelled up anyway, and so will yours.”

“You should be ashamed of yourself talking like that.”

I said with a voice hoarse with tears as it finally dawned on me the true evil that now dwelled inside of me.

“Shay you wonder why you were chosen. The answer is really quite simple. I sold my soul to the devil to get you with child. We had prayed to god but like always he ignored our prayers. He was too busy to get off his high horse and answer, but Lucifer answered and promised me that it would happen, but I died before my seed could be planted. Then you gave up your soul to bring me back. I made a deal with Lucifer that I would carry his seed if he heeded your call to return me from the grave. He agreed and now you carry Lucien my master’s only son.”

“Oh God no I can’t and won’t do it.”

I yelled as I moved away from Damien as quickly as possible. I have really crossed the line this time. I’m not what you would really call a religious person, but I did believe in god and I hoped that I would one day go to heaven. I have always believed that if you do good, you won’t end up in hell, and I have always done good until now. I should have listened to my coven and let Damien rest in peace. Suddenly this child inside me is no longer welcome. I will kill this monster before I give birth to it. I will not be the one to bring Lucifer’s child into this world.

I’m not evil I’m just in love and I don’t want to let the love of my life go. I have made a horrible mistake I must go to my coven and beg for their help. I must rid myself of this evil before he is strong enough to be born. I know that it is too late for me. I have made way to many mistakes, but I know I can save the human race by destroying this evil before it is too late. I made this mess and even if it means sending my love back to the hell he came from I will. The beast in me will die if Damien isn’t here to feed it. It hurts but I know that I have no choice but to get my coven to help me send him back. I cry out in pain as Damien grabs my hair yanking me back to him. My thoughts are halted at the murderous glint in his eyes.

“Do you think that I can’t read your mind little one? I will not allow you to harm the child. I will fuck the life out of every bitch in your coven if I have to. Wouldn’t it be ironic if those white witch bitches fed the child with their life force? They can’t help you I will make sure of it. You just killed them all Shay and the world will be better off with those snobby bitches gone. Thank you for helping me procure enough victims to feed the masters child.”

The anger fades from him as quickly as it had come. Gently he kissed away the tears that were falling heavily from my eyes. I wanted to hate him but I couldn’t. Desire swirled inside me swiftly and without mercy as he spread my legs and shoved a finger deep into my pussy. Shame continued to drip from my eyes as I grinded against his finger wanting more of the feelings that only Damien invoked in me. Pleasure flew through me as he added another finger.

“My sweet beautiful Shay it’s too late for us. We are both doomed to hell. You will die when the child is born, and my time on earth will come to an end also, and I will take you back to hell with me. I will spend eternity fucking your sweet little cunt. It will be so good that you will know nothing, but the pleasure of my cock filling you over and over again. The child will need to eat again soon, but for now I just want to fuck my wife’s tight juicy pussy. Later you will start leading me to the bitches in your coven, so that I may feed my master’s child.”

I want to say no, but I am finding it hard to concentrate as Damien removes his fingers, and replaces them with the head of his cock. He is teasing me refusing to give me what I need until I give him what he wants. I shudder as his cock slides into me, only to pull back out leaving me whimpering with need.

“Tell me that you will help me Shay. Tell me that you will give me the white witches, and I will give you this big thick dick that you are so hungry for.”

To emphasize his point, Damien slid his cock all the way in. Damien Punished my pussy, with a few violent thrusts, before pulling all the way out, and letting only the head rub against my clit vigorously painfully. I was beyond caring anymore. I was doomed anyway. Why shouldn’t I enjoy it? I wanted his dick deep inside me, and I would do anything to make that happen.

“Yes Damien I will do anything you ask, if you will just fuck me with that beautiful cock of yours. My body is on fire and I need you to douse the flames. Please Damien fuck me now.”

A wicked smile lit up Damien’s beautiful face, as he gazed into my eyes. I knew that I was under his spell but I didn’t care. I would do anything for him, even betraying the people that I love, if he would just stop this ache in my pussy growing stronger by the second.

“I love you Shayla and yes baby I will fuck you now.”

Without another word Damien slammed his cock inside of me. The teasing was over as he filled me to the hilt stretching me making me his. Tears of joy flowed from my eyes as he fucked me, each thrust harder than the last, until I flew over the edge. Coming harder than I ever had before, but Damien wasn’t done yet. I realized that as he flipped me over making me get on my knees. Fear clutched at my heart. I was a virgin in my ass. Damien had never had the urge to fuck me there, and I didn’t know why he wanted to now. He had never wanted to hurt me like that, but this Damien didn’t care and I was secretly thrilled by it. I gasped as Damien reached around catching the juices dripping from my pussy, and rubbed them on my tight muscled ring, before I could protest his cock slammed in my ass. I couldn’t speak for the pain that exploded in me.

It fucking hurt and there was nothing I could do but take it. Grabbing my hair he fisted it in his hands using it to plunge deeper into me. I want to beg him to stop, but the loud animalistic sounds coming from deep in his throat tell me that he isn’t going to stop no matter what I say. He is enjoying it. I try to shut out the pain as he pulls my hair harder, and to my surprise the intense pain turns into erotic pleasure. I thrust my hips backwards wanting him to go deeper. A loud groan erupts from him as my ass moves backwards meeting his powerful thrusts. Letting go of my hair he reaches over and grabs my vibrator. Turning it on to its highest speed he rams it into my dripping cunt. I scream out as the pain that had torn through me turns to pleasure spiraling around me.

Convulsions attack me uncontrollably sending me to the brink of madness as orgasm after orgasm shreds my core. Damien shows no signs of stopping as his cock pounded into my backside. My core tightens around the vibrator as it rocks against my g-spot. Only in my wildest dreams have I ever experienced this kind of pleasure. My hands fist the sheets as I scream out again.

“Yessssssss Damien. Fuck me harder. Yessssssss, that’s it baby.”

Damien pulls the vibrator from me so both his hands can grip my hips, so he can slam into me harder. His nails dig into my flesh, but that only turns me on more.

Just when I thought my ass can’t take him any deeper I feel the burn as he sinks further. I rock into him taking it all. Damien has pushed me past my limits, but I still want more. I will never get enough of this side of him. In my heart I know I’m giving myself to pure evil, but I’m already damned to hell, so why not embrace it? I feel his body tense as his cock jerks inside of me. He pumps my ass hard and fast, filling me with his hot liquid, and then he was gone. This isn’t what I want. How could he leave me after what we just shared? I want what comes after, to be held and caressed. I want to feel loved, not used, but Damien doesn’t want that. His only concern is the child. I hate this thing inside of me. I scream out as pain rips through my belly. I’m being clawed from the inside.

I wish it would go ahead and kill me that would be better than living only to bring such evil into this world. Damien saunters back into the room bringing with him what looked to be rope. I’m seized with fear as he ties each of my wrists to the bedpost.

“Damien, what are doing?”

“You don’t think I’m leaving you free to run away do you? I’m going out for a bit and I want you to stay right here. By the way it would be best not to think such nasty thoughts. He can hear you and those pains you just suffered was his way of letting you know he didn’t like them. I didn’t either, for that matter. Death will find you soon enough Shayla, so stop wishing for it. I’m taking the car and will be back later and Shayla be ready for my cock when I return.”

I can’t believe he has left me a prisoner in my own home, but then again I couldn’t believe anything that was happening to me right now. I struggle with the rope trying to free myself, but it was no use they were too tight. I felt the burn to my wrists and knew it was hopeless. I was trapped. I know what he is out doing, but I have no way of stopping him. I don’t want him to come back and crawl on me, making this thing inside me stronger than he already is. Again pains rip through my belly. I close my eyes if I sleep maybe I want think and the child won’t hurt me anymore.

It has been almost a week, and I am sore in places I didn’t know I could be sore in. This pregnancy is taking a toll on me. Nowhere have I read that a pregnancy is supposed to be like this. I just want it to be over. The child grows bigger everyday stretching me making me be in constant pain. Tears of agony have become an occurrence that I suffer through daily. I know that the child is slowly killing me, any time now I will give birth to this monster. No one has to tell me that I won’t survive this birth. I can feel it just like I feel him destroying my insides. I have no clue where Damien is. I guess he is out looking for another innocent victim to feed the child, but I’m not sure because my instincts tell me that the child has received all the food he needs. So if that’s not what he is doing I don’t know what he is up to.

Damien hasn’t bought another victim home since the prostitute and I am grateful for that. I don’t want to watch him fucking the life out of anyone else. I hope and pray to a god that probably is no longer listening to me, to let this be over. I love Damien but I can no longer handle the sex with him. I am in constant pain and I have no desire for sex, but Damien doesn’t care how I feel. I had once wished that Damien would be more aggressive in the bedroom before his death. I guess the old saying be careful what you wish for is true. I want the old Damien back that was a gentle and compassionate lover. Who desired me often because he loved me, not this monster that he returned from the grave as. He doesn’t make love to me anymore, no he just plain out fucks me and not because he desires me, no it’s strictly to feed the child. He doesn’t touch me sexually except to feed it. There is no foreplay, and he is extremely aggressive and dammit it hurts like hell.

I am even more adamant about getting my coven to help me rid the world of both this child and Damien. My time is growing shorter every day, but I can’t reach them. Damien can read my mind and so can the child. I have tried doing a spell to reach them with my mind and beg for help, but it ended badly. The child who I still can’t bring myself to call Lucien had somehow sensed what I was doing. He became angry and caused me so much pain that I couldn’t concentrate. I have become a prisoner in both my home and my mind. I had always wanted to be a mother and nurture a child with my body, but I didn’t ask for this I’m not a mother and I never will be. I am simply a vessel to bring unspeakable evil into this world. I can only hope that once this thing is out of me that I will live long enough to contact my coven and have them destroy it. I hear the front door open and I cringe inwardly. He is home and probably wants to feed the child again.

I wish that a big hole would open up and swallow me. I detest everything about him. In some ways he is still my Damien. I catch a glimpse of him from time to time, but it is always short lived and only for the child not me. He is different in so many ways that I can’t tolerate. He walks into the room and I choke on a sob as I see who is with him. She is walking with her head held high with what appears to be not a care in the world. He leads her to the bed pushing her on it ripping her dress off her in the process, leaving her naked and at his mercy. Shock grips me hard as my eyes wander to the tattoo above her right breast of angel wings. Where they had once been white and pure they were now inked black and looked sinister instead of heavenly. Tears fill my eyes and my heart begins to ache painfully. I know without a doubt that Damien is going to steal her life force and there isn’t a damn thing I can do about it. I am not at all surprised that she isn’t struggling.

Harmony, my high priestess has always been too proud, for her own good. I gaze into her eyes and see hatred there for me that shakes me to my core. In the past I had seen what appeared to be hatred in her eyes especially after Damien’s death, but it had passed so quickly that I thought I had imagined it. It had been Harmony’s idea that I spend time in her library to help me heal instead of the commentary that it only made it worse. I realized then that it was compassion not hatred I saw reflected in her eyes. Harmony never gave anyone free rein to her personal library because of the black magic books hidden there. At the time I had been blown away by her compassion and blind faith in me. I now wish that she hadn’t trusted me so completely. I had betrayed her trust and I can’t face her, because of my stupidly I am the reason she is going to die why her son will now be an orphan. I turn my head and let the tears fall.

“Shayla there is no use in crying. It is almost over you having served your purpose the time has come for Harmony to serve her’s. Thank you for making it possible by bringing me back.”

“Damien please don’t do this, can’t you find someone else? Harmony has the purest soul of anyone I have ever met. She trusted me and I destroyed that trust. She doesn’t deserve this leave my Coven alone. You can find someone else just like you have all week. I know that you are responsible for destroying her beautiful wings.”

An evil chuckle escapes his throat as his eyes travel over Harmony’s nude body, before resting on her tattoo. Tearing his gaze away he glares at me with desire in eyes, but the desire isn’t for me but harmony. I can tell at once that he is my Damien. I can no longer see or feel evil in him. I guess the evil has fled him because of the upcoming birth. I smile for the first time in awhile. This is a Damien I can talk to, my loving compassionate husband that will listen to reason. I don’t understand why Harmony is here since the evil has fled him, but I am sure that I can convince him to leave my coven alone. I don’t understand why I see desire for Harmony in his eyes, maybe there is just enough evil left in him to feed the child once more.

He laughs once again, but this time it’s a deep sexy chuckle that is uniquely Damien’s. A laugh that always had the power to send tremors of desire rushing through me, a laugh that I haven’t heard in over a year, but when he speaks the joy that had momentarily bubbled up inside of me at having the true Damien back flees.

“Don’t worry little one, it has been taken care of. I will leave your coven alone because they are all dead except you and Harmony. In the past week I have fucked the life out of 11 of your witch friends. Your whole coven has been wiped out, and I must say they were some tasty little bitches cursing you with every stroke of my cock. I took my time with each of them letting them feel pleasure as their life fled from them. I had to give them time to hate you, and I made sure they knew you were the reason they were going to die.”

The tears fell harder from my eyes. How could he do this to me? He knows how important my coven is to me. My parents died when I was four, leaving me an orphan. My mom’s sister Helen and her husband Jack had wanted to take me in, but my parents had made other provisions for me if anything happened to them. Thankfully my parents will, stated that upon their death I was to be placed in the care of Mr. and Mrs. Chandler. Harmony’s parents had raised me and loved me as if I was their own. Harmony has always been more like my sister than just my High Priestess. The entire coven had become my family and now because of me they’re all gone. Harmony looks at me with pity in her eyes. I want so badly to help her, but I can’t move.

I am bound to this bed. The heaviness in my belly makes it impossible to move. Damien freed my arms days ago when he realized the thing growing inside me has me enslaved. When I have needed to get up, it has been Damien who helped me. I can’t move without his assistance. I fear the impending birth because I know it’s going to rip me apart inside. I can already feel it starting. I have always felt cheated that I would never know the joys of a child growing inside me, but now all I feel is disgust. I don’t know how I have survived this long. They’re days it feels like this thing in me is sucking every bit of air I need to breathe. I wish everyday for it to end. I just want it to be over. I want to be free of the pain and torture. My voice cracks as I speak.

“Damien, please I beg you spare her life. Harmony is like a sister to me. The child is strong enough. I can tell by his movements. I believe he is readying himself to be born.”

“Don’t be silly Shayla I have no intentions on killing the woman I love.”

He covers her naked body with his and her arms fall around his neck. Their lips meet in a sweet, tender kiss. The kisses that were once mine and mine alone. I watch in horror as her body arches welcoming his thick cock inside. She moans out in pleasure as he makes love to her. He glides in and out of her with soft, gentle strokes. Their bodies moving in perfect unison. I can’t believe this is happening, even though I’m watching it unfold before my very eyes. I feel like I’m in a terrible nightmare and I’m struggling to wake up. In an instant they are screaming out declarations of love for one another. He has just pleasured my best friend, my sister the way he had once pleasured me. Waves of nausea hit me and I turn my head covering the floor in vomit.

When I’m through, I look back at them and he is cradling her in a sweet embrace. That had once been mine as well. Harmony has stolen my life; she has taken the one thing that had once meant everything to me. I know it shouldn’t matter, because I know I will so be dead, but that doesn’t make it hurt any less.

“I don’t understand what has just happened here and I’m not sure I even want to. You love me Damien so please make me understand.”

“I loved you Shayla, but you couldn’t give me the child that I so desperately wanted. All I have ever wanted was to be a father and my wife was barren, so I found someone who could give me a child. Harmony has given me a beautiful son Shayla.”

“Harmony, please tell me that he is lying. I know you wouldn’t do this to me. You couldn’t the bond we share is unbreakable.”

“That may be true in a fairy tale, but honey this is real life. If it weren’t for you Damien’s accident would have never happened. He was rushing home to tell you he was leaving you and that I was carrying his child, but he never made it. My little Carter belongs to Damien Shayla. I always thought it should have been me he married. I never thought you were good enough for him. He needed a real woman and you couldn’t be that for him, hell you couldn’t even give him a child. I was the better choice; it just took Damien a while to see that.”

“I’d like to wish you both well, but the joke is on you. When all this is over Damien will take his place in hell with me.”

“You must think I’m stupid Shayla. Do you honestly think I would allow that to happen? My son is going to grow up with both his parents. I’ve done a little spell of my own with the help of your aunt and uncle. You see, they will be raising that thing inside you in exchange for Damien’s life back, so when all of this is over we will finally be able to have the life we have wanted for so long. I just want to thank you for making all of this possible.”

“You bitch!” I try to reach her, but the pains pummeling through me are too much to bear. I feel something gushing from, my water has broken. My screams echo throughout the room the evil inside me has begun his journey into the world. I feel my inside being shredded as it pushes its way through my body.

“Harmony, run to the kitchen and grab the supplies I have on the table. Hurry, it won’t be long now.”

I feel myself fading. I have sweat pouring from me and Damien grabs a damp cloth and wipes my forehead.

“It hurts so bad Damien. I can’t do this. I’m going to die, before the child is born. I feel it.”

“Stop talking like that, you’re doing fine. Just stay focused and breathe. I’m going to help you through this Shayla, we all will.”

“Oh god, it hurts so badly.”

“I know, but it will all be over soon and then you can rest forever. For now you will stay alive and do as I say. We have come too far for you to fuck it up for me and die before the child is born.”

I hear voices in the hallway before seeing Harmony return followed by two hooded figures. She sat a bowl of water and clean towels on the bedside table. My eyes widen when she hands Damien the kitchen shears.

“Don’t worry Shayla they are for the cutting of the cord.” Damien reassured me before a familiar voice spoke. He didn’t need to remove the hood. I knew instantly that it was my uncle.

“I see we made it just in time to witness this great joy.”

“Uncle Jack.” The other figure comes to my side sitting by me on the bed. I know it is my aunt Helen and that they have come to take the child when it is born. “Aunt Helen. I don’t understand anything that is happening here. You are my mom’s sister how could you do this to me? I know that you and Uncle Jack were forced from the coven, because of choices you made, but we’re family. How can you do this?”

She pulls her hood back so I can see her face as she speaks to me. Her eyes held a great sadness.

“You see child, all of this was put into motion, long before you were even born. Your mother was barren just like you, but she wanted a child so badly that she signed a deal with Satan, offering their first born daughter as the vessel to carry his child. By the time you were four they had fallen so in love with you and wanted to keep you safe.

They had changed their minds and packed everything they owned and fled with you, but that was something they couldn’t outrun, no matter how hard they tried. You were the only survivor in a crash that should have killed you, but you were too young to put it all together. Don’t you understand it now Shayla? You were bestowed this great honor before you were even conceived.”

I was still trying to wrap my head around what she was telling me when I’m bombarded with what I’m assuming are contractions. I suddenly wonder why any woman would want to go through this. There are so many things I still want to say to Damien and Harmony about their betrayal, but it doesn’t matter after this is over I’ll be gone. They will then be free to live their lives and raise their son. I was beyond hurt, but they didn’t care. My body burned in pain. I could feel it pushing through me ripping me on its way. I just want the pain to stop. I have reached my thresh hold I can’t take anymore. I’m consumed by the urge to push, but I don’t. I don’t want to bring this thing into the world, but I have no way of stopping it.

Aunt Helen is propping pillows behind me as Damien and Harmony take a place on each side of me, holding my legs high and spreading them. Uncle Jack squats between my thighs and nods to Damien. He screams at me to push the urge is too strong, not to.

“Push, Shayla now! Bear down and hold it until I say relax.”

Aunt Helen crawls in behind me to help me up so I can push.

“Ahhhhhhh! Ahhhhhhhhhh!”

I yell as the thing inside me claws his way out. My eyes flutter shut. I’m fading fast. Damien tells me to relax. I feel my uncle’s hand as it reaches inside me. It hurt, but nothing could compare to what this monster inside me was doing. I feel a cool damp cloth blotting me. It felt good against my flesh. For one glorious second I felt human and then the pains. Damien screams at me again to push. I bear down hard, but it’s no use I have nothing left. In that instant I pray for God to take me. I can’t go on. Through the fog in my mind I hear Damien voice soft and tender.

“Stay with us Shayla. It’s almost over. Jack can feel his head. A couple more good pushes and you will be free of the child. Come on Shayla you can do this.”

“I can’t do this Damien. I’m so tired. I need to rest.”

“Okay just relax now. I’m so proud of you Shay.”

I don’t know what there is to be proud of. This thing inside of me would be raised to destroy the world someday. I was thankful I wouldn’t be around to see that day. My body once again twisted in pain and this time when I push I could hear the sound of breaking bones. Damien had lied; it took more than a couple pushes before my body finally expelled the beast. His cries were that of a normal baby, but I didn’t care. I was too tired to care.

I fall back into the pillows as the room begins to spin and blackness falls before my eyes. I was dying, but still I wanted to see the child I would never know. I look around the room, but Damien and Harmony are nowhere to be seen. Aunt Helen is swaddling the infant in her arms. Her face is gleaming. I think she already loves him. My voice is barely a whisper when I speak.

“Please, can I see the child? I don’t have much time left. I think I’m owed at least one look.”

She came to my side and held the child down for me to see. He was asleep, but if I could name him, I would call him sleeping beauty. I know it’s silly for a boy, but that’s who he reminds me of. He was perhaps the most beautiful baby I have ever seen. Everything about him was perfect. How was it possible for something so perfect to be so evil? He began to squirm, and I was horrified when his eyes flew open, but there was nothing there. No color, no emotion only a blackness that filled me with fear. She pulls him out of sight.

“I promise child, to keep him safe until he is of age to roam the earth on his own. Jack and I will love him until that day.”

“If you were smart you would destroy him, before it’s too late.”

I heard a hissing sound, and I knew it came from the child. I can tell my comment agitated him, but I didn’t care. I spoke the truth.

“Hush, child you mustn’t upset him with such words. This child is a great asset to humanity. He will make the world a better place and I’m sorry you won’t be around to see his greatness.”

“I’m not.” I barely got the words out between ragged breaths and then I close my eyes. I give into the darkness that consumes me forever.

THE END