Awakening by Silviaz

Awakening

It began last August, Mom and Dad had a high fever then before I knew it the doctor told me they didn’t make it. The doctor told me it was probably COVID-19 or some shit but to tell you people the truth it was a painful moment and I could not care less what it was that took my parent’s lives. Dad was a pastor and mom was an artist but in a sense, they were both running the church together and as the pastor’s daughter I always stood by their side being their only child and all.

After Dad’s death, the church was afraid of me because they thought in a sense I’d take over the church and run it seeing as my Dad started the church. I was too busy dealing with grief to notice the church leadership take over everything and push me aside. The sad truth was I didn’t care at all. God saw fit to take my parents away from me even though I was a good person and I always did right by him.

So there I was a young twenty-year-old woman alone and stranded in the world. I used what money I got from selling the house to buy myself a small apartment. Small doesn’t begin to describe it just a single bedroom with a small bathroom, and the bare essentials but this is all I could afford as I needed the rest of the money to be in the bank — I lived off the interest what little it may be — Soon I needed a job. So that’s when I realized, I was barely qualified for anything, and college wasn’t an option for a girl like me. So I got a job at a tattoo parlor, run by a woman known as Calista.

Calista said she needed someone to take care of things around the tattoo parlor and thought I looked trustworthy enough. Calista could see how out of place I was and how nervous I was when around her, truth be told I am intimidated by this strong woman, she is a fairly tall gothic goddess. Yes, that’s the word I’d use to describe her, her hair a brilliant black with tattoos all over her body and she often only wore latex or something jet black with her amazing high heels.

Calista oozed confidence and determination she always spoke with a firm voice and often looked at how gentle I was.

“Get a hold of yourself learn to focus, and keep your eyes on the task at hand,” she would say.

The first time I saw her I felt lust surging through my body even though I was sure I was straight as an arrow. The very simple mere look at her a mere glance is enough to send my heart racing, being around simple folk this alluring sexually empowered woman seemed like a God. That’s the only way I can describe her dark gothic hotness which is hard to describe as she seems to just command respect and oozes with sexuality.

Calista has no qualms about the fact she is a Satanist while me a pastor’s daughter being Christian didn’t cause tension at all. Calista told me she is a firm capitalist who gets paid to do the job and she cares not what I am or who I am as long as the job gets done.

“Capitalism is a virtue,” Calista said.

She seemed strange that way, always riding her Harley motorcycle around or when she is standing there wearing her latex outfits or wearing her nice leather jacket.

I was mostly simple conservative dresses and I barely wore any jewelry or had much on me, I was mostly blonde hair blue eyes simple down-to-earth woman who mostly wore a sweater along with my blue jeans. Calista’s tattoo parlor is attached to her house and another part of the place she doesn’t allow me to enter.

There is also a part of the place where Calista engages in her favorite thing to do which is engaged in prostitution, Calista is very open about the fact she loves to do sex work and often I see her patrons the men who want to fuck her frantically get into the tattoo parlor with me directing them to go to the back door and wait.

At times I could hear Calista pleasuring the men and women their moans of ecstasy delight and well it seemed everyone wanted a piece of her action. As time went by me and Calista connected a lot and she told me to learn to stand on my own two feet to stop feeling sorry for myself. Bad things happen so keep moving forward there is so much to live to look forward to.

Calista’s Satanism isn’t the same as the typical Satanist she isn’t one of those atheists or like those black metal band types. I can only describe her Satanism as a very cerebral type of it.

“God has his kingdom, Satan has his and you need to forge your kingdom in the sands of time unlike God Satan allows you to go your own way that’s why we say, Hail Satan,” Calista told me.

“God is a liar because in the end he seeks only submission from us in exchange for love but love is nothing compared to independence and freedom.”

We’d have our back and forth on the matter I’d debate her on various topics and Calista could hold her own in a conversation she isn’t easily offended and enjoyed having a nice long talk with me. I was surprised at her brand of Satanism it’s different that’s all I can say to describe it, I told her in one conversation.

“The Bible is God’s holy word and we should follow it.”

“Yes the bible is indeed God’s holy word however he has his truth,” Calista said, “And then there is the truth that belongs to me as an individual I don’t need his truth I need my truth and live my life the way I see fit be a master of my destiny.”

“As long as I don’t hurt anyone physically and take care of myself I am free to walk my path, I do not ascribe to the left hand as they say or the right but rather my road.”

Calista was more than some Goth chick slut, she knew philosophy, history, science, and politics. She taught me stuff I didn’t know existed; from Marcus Cicero to Thomas Jefferson to Martin Luther to Saint Augustine she would teach me their logic and philosophy. I learned more from her than I ever did in school, she taught me mathematics and she wasn’t just about hard-core scientific facts she knew her mythology. From Greek mythology to Nordic and even near Eastern beliefs, Calista knew her Bible, the Quran, the Bhagavad Gita, and Voltaire. Calista always carried a knife with her and taught me how to defend myself and how to use a gun.

“Ignorance is a sin,” she would say.

Being with her it was like Sparta in the morning and Athens at night as Voltaire would say about Prussia.

God what a woman it’s like she is this Dark Goddess here to whisper dark truths to me in the wind of night under the moonlight. Time passed by and slowly I began to see my faith in God and my old Christian ways wane, the simple truth is I hated the bastard for allowing my dad to die, my dad was a good man he wasn’t one of those fake pastors he was kind and loving yet he died. I asked Calista to help me convert to Satanism to which she said a blunt, ”No” which shocked and surprised me.

Calista asked why I wanted to be a Satanist so I told her I hated God for taking my loving parents away.

“Death is a natural part of life and if you hate the Christ God so much that is your business whatever philosophy you choose to follow should not be out of malice, you should not become a Satanist just because you hate the Christ God and his lying mouth but rather seek to forge your path since you wish to only be a God hater I suggest it isn’t for you.”

That day I realized Calista was very different she did her own thing had fun in bars sometimes she’d even hook up with multiple men she was forging her path her truth. Later on, I asked if I could work as a hooker alongside her once again she said no because I just wanted the money.

Calista told me if I didn’t do it cause I wanted to have fun and enjoy myself along with my body it wasn’t for me. Things would get tense between me and Calista as she found out I stole some stuff from her, like some of her high heels and her Baphomet idol. Calista confronted me about it and I told her well I was afraid to go out and buy my idol so I took hers, along with her heels.

“If you want something go get it yourself with your own money,” Calista sighed, “Do not take advantage of others or seek a free handout.”

I took her advice to heart and returned the stuff I took from her in time I had the money to get what I wanted but I asked her to accompany me to buy the heels and the idol as I was nervous as fuck. Calista wasn’t convinced that I wanted to forge my path but one day I confessed to her.

“I always wanted to be a stripper or hooker the life of a passionate woman who has sexual pleasure excited me a lot but I told myself it was a sin and I should not indulge in stuff like that.”

“Indulge in the pleasures of the flesh,” Calista said, “For the body desires it and it is healthy for you just be sure to use condoms and practice safe sex.”

Eventually, Calista could see a shift in my ways of thinking and realized I did want to forge my path, I told her I wanted to be a boss bitch that takes shit from no one. I would be lying if I said Calista didn’t influence me but she did like a lot in a way she represented what I wanted for a long time but told myself it was wrong to do it. That is being a wild free woman who does as she pleases and does not submit to the authority of others.

Calista could see that as the months passed by I was ready so she took me on her motorcycle deep into the woods where in an abandoned ruined church she set up an altar on the stone altar of the church. She placed a velvet black silk on the stone altar and then placed a Baphomet idol along with candles which she lit. Calista wore dark silk robes with satanic symbols on them and nothing else as she stood there with her cleavage exposed.

“Do you reject the Christ God and embrace your path by proclaiming Satan your Lord?” Calista said.

“Yes,” I said.

“Do you accept to enjoy the pleasures of the flesh and partake that which is only natural to the touch and senses?”

“Yes,” I said, again.

“Then give me a worthy offering so that I may give you your black baptism.”

I took my cross chain off my neck and gave it to her along with my bible which I had for a really long time. Calista took them and threw them into a fire bowl which she prepared before the Baphomet idol.

“I offer these trinkets along with the Christ God’s book of lies,” Calista said, “As an offering to show that this one desires to be part of the legion.”

Then Calista just leaned back on the altar as she put out the candles the moon was a full moon and its light was all over the ruined church. I had no idea what came over me as I just walked up to her and started taking off my clothes till I was naked and I had my hands all over her lush body.

Calista then pushed the idol and the other stuff off the altar till the two of us were on it fucking like animals, sensual passion overcame me as Calista kissed me all over my body and soon we were eating each other out taking turns but me being a virgin had my hymen break and blood gushed out. This didn’t seem to bother Calista as she just smiled wickedly she was in the mood for some rough sex.

Lesbian passion overtook us both as our bodies intertwined in lovemaking especially lesbian scissoring each other as we both orgasmed multiple times. I just couldn’t stop it no matter how hard I came I just kept going as my bonds were broken the chains around me gone it was an awakening.

My breasts lactating as Calista helped herself by sucking on them pleasuring me in ways I didn’t know possible before I knew it I was sucking on her tits those nice D-cup breasts were hard to resist. Later we were both dancing around the fire bowl naked as if worshiping our Dark God.

Calista wanted to be sure I was done with Christ so she gave me another bible and bid me destroy it, I ripped it apart and threw it into the fire as the fire enveloped it, I pushed Calista down on the ground and once again we had sex I lost count how many times I just gave myself to her, but this time as we were scissoring each other in the intense pleasure.

“Hail Satan!” I cried.

“Hail Satan!” Calista anwered and held me.

As we orgasmed together one last time both fell exhausted on the ground. After that day of my black baptism, I worked as a hooker with Calista and even got myself a leviathan cross tattoo near my navel, I dyed my hair red and wore a tank top along with jean shorts with high heels and hoop earrings. It was like I was asleep all these years and something dark yet alluring had awoken in me.

Hail Satan and forge your own path in life.