Magic of Three Read Online Free Page B
Author: Jenna Castille
swirling snow-filled gusts tore at tender living flesh, the cold stripping bone achingly bare. The howls and screams of tortured and tormented souls echoed in a haunting melody of agony.
The scent of noxious brimstone, warm blood and charred flesh laced the air. A mouthwatering demonic delicacy.
But darkness didn’t cover the void, leaving pitiful, bared souls stumbling, blind. Instead harsh, bright, unending white light revealed the most depraved sins and desecrations to all. No imperfection, no torture, could hide in the blazing light.
Bodies writhed and trembled along the ground, pleading for mercy, unheard and ignored. Crimson splashes broke the unending blue-white of snow and ice.
In the midst of this wasteland the demon lord Mograith smiled from his icy throne. His naked blue flesh flowed into his surroundings, camouflaging him from any would-be prey. Only the deep purple of his long hair and the piercing red of his eyes stood out from the colors surrounding him, alerting others to his appearance.
But now he didn’t seek prey for his dark pleasures. He sat contemplating his next great feat as he enjoyed the depraved and artistic work of others. He chuckled as one of his lesser minions thrust a woman to her stomach.
Mograith reached down to pump his throbbing, engorged cock as his minion began tormenting its victim. Her screams sent shivers of fervent delight through Mograith. His only regret was that all he had were these few miserable wretches for his entertainment. He lived for the times the barrier fell, if only for a few fleeting moments. So much could be done in mere seconds. All the innocent lives he could destroy. All the new, pure flesh to corrupt, to lead to his domain. All the stark terror to relish.
Finally his minion grew bored with its victim, leaving her lying on the ground. Her pitiful whimpers triggered Mograith’s own massive climax. His seed sprayed into the air, a sparkling silver fountain of frigid pain. Droplets splattered a few choice victims below.
Then a small current of fresh, warm air caressed his cheek. A soft, comforting beam of sunny light shone down on his throne. Mograith squinted, his face tightening in alarm. Too early. It was too early to be the end of his rule and the beginning of the new order. Too early to lose his position.
But the light wasn’t a sign from a higher, forgiving and fatherly power, looking to give the tormented a second chance. No, it was something much better. Something delicious. Something to be savored. Something Mograith hadn’t seen in his level of hell in over a millennium.
A tiny pinprick sparkled in the sky, a miniscule rip in the fabric standing barrier between dimensions. Negative energy building up on the other side had managed to punch through. As more energy gathered the tear would grow, allowing Mograith and his followers entrance, a moment to roam free and destroy.
As long as the blasted Three didn’t get in his way.
Mograith clapped his hands. A tiny creature appeared, floating and fluttering before him.
“Go forth. Take a human host. Break the bonds of the Three. They cannot be allowed to close the rift.”
The tiny, gnarled figure gave a precisely executed bow. Turning, it zipped through the minute tear. Once in the mortal world it would seek out a vulnerable human, cast out its soul and take control. In that guise it would beguile and torment those who sought to keep balance in the other realm.
Soon Mograith would have his fondest wish. A bridge into the human world.
* * * * *
Tim tossed his keys on the table as he walked in the welcoming apartment. The lights were low, soothing jazz played in the background. Tim’s mouth watered at the smell of tomatoes, melted cheese and garlic. Julian knew how to take advantage of all his weaknesses. Nothing could be better after a night of work than dinner, wine, slow music and a warm loving body waiting to take
The scent of noxious brimstone, warm blood and charred flesh laced the air. A mouthwatering demonic delicacy.
But darkness didn’t cover the void, leaving pitiful, bared souls stumbling, blind. Instead harsh, bright, unending white light revealed the most depraved sins and desecrations to all. No imperfection, no torture, could hide in the blazing light.
Bodies writhed and trembled along the ground, pleading for mercy, unheard and ignored. Crimson splashes broke the unending blue-white of snow and ice.
In the midst of this wasteland the demon lord Mograith smiled from his icy throne. His naked blue flesh flowed into his surroundings, camouflaging him from any would-be prey. Only the deep purple of his long hair and the piercing red of his eyes stood out from the colors surrounding him, alerting others to his appearance.
But now he didn’t seek prey for his dark pleasures. He sat contemplating his next great feat as he enjoyed the depraved and artistic work of others. He chuckled as one of his lesser minions thrust a woman to her stomach.
Mograith reached down to pump his throbbing, engorged cock as his minion began tormenting its victim. Her screams sent shivers of fervent delight through Mograith. His only regret was that all he had were these few miserable wretches for his entertainment. He lived for the times the barrier fell, if only for a few fleeting moments. So much could be done in mere seconds. All the innocent lives he could destroy. All the new, pure flesh to corrupt, to lead to his domain. All the stark terror to relish.
Finally his minion grew bored with its victim, leaving her lying on the ground. Her pitiful whimpers triggered Mograith’s own massive climax. His seed sprayed into the air, a sparkling silver fountain of frigid pain. Droplets splattered a few choice victims below.
Then a small current of fresh, warm air caressed his cheek. A soft, comforting beam of sunny light shone down on his throne. Mograith squinted, his face tightening in alarm. Too early. It was too early to be the end of his rule and the beginning of the new order. Too early to lose his position.
But the light wasn’t a sign from a higher, forgiving and fatherly power, looking to give the tormented a second chance. No, it was something much better. Something delicious. Something to be savored. Something Mograith hadn’t seen in his level of hell in over a millennium.
A tiny pinprick sparkled in the sky, a miniscule rip in the fabric standing barrier between dimensions. Negative energy building up on the other side had managed to punch through. As more energy gathered the tear would grow, allowing Mograith and his followers entrance, a moment to roam free and destroy.
As long as the blasted Three didn’t get in his way.
Mograith clapped his hands. A tiny creature appeared, floating and fluttering before him.
“Go forth. Take a human host. Break the bonds of the Three. They cannot be allowed to close the rift.”
The tiny, gnarled figure gave a precisely executed bow. Turning, it zipped through the minute tear. Once in the mortal world it would seek out a vulnerable human, cast out its soul and take control. In that guise it would beguile and torment those who sought to keep balance in the other realm.
Soon Mograith would have his fondest wish. A bridge into the human world.
* * * * *
Tim tossed his keys on the table as he walked in the welcoming apartment. The lights were low, soothing jazz played in the background. Tim’s mouth watered at the smell of tomatoes, melted cheese and garlic. Julian knew how to take advantage of all his weaknesses. Nothing could be better after a night of work than dinner, wine, slow music and a warm loving body waiting to take
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