by Tenebrae

Part 6

As the month passed, I noticed the glow fade from Jezebel's flesh; she became moody and listless, while cramps and pains began to afflict her with increasing regularity. I grew concerned, partly for the spawn of my seed growing inside her, partly for her own person.

Once again the time of sacrifice came and once more the priests and acolytes danced and gyrated in with the fresh offering. My sexual appetite was prodigious, as for the last week Jezebel had been wracked with pains and cramps and too ill to indulge me. The sacrifice was bound to the altar as usual, my bride, along with those assembled, watched with hungry fascination as I mounted the woman.

The victim watched with detached fascination, moaning softly as my myriad penises wrapped about her limbs and body, while others began to plumb her orifices. I took my pleasure of her, sating my needs upon her pliant flesh, while the assembled worshippers looked on in morbid interest. I was about to climax when I looked upon the face of my bride and saw tears flooding her eyes. The pain caused an uncharacteristic mood in me, I felt sympathy for her, and I nearly lost my verve. Then the frenzy of orgasm possessed me and I rent the offering limb from torso, head form body.

Jezebel reacted to the smell of the fresh blood. She rent the air with a resounding shriek and eyes blazing with feral hunger, she launched herself across the space of the sanctuary and onto the altar. She alighted upon the sacrifice and attacked the mutilated corpse, feeding on the ravaged offering with a wild abandon. Blood spilled and splashed over her, staining her white, diaphanous gown a gory crimson.

I was amazed at her behaviour, for she exhibited the characteristic habits of a Da'imon, like myself. She growled at me when I reached toward her, and unaccountably I pulled back from her, shaken by her actions. She quickly gorged herself on the torn, raw, bloody flesh and eventually sat back, sated and full.

"Hungry?" I inquired.

"My apologies my lord, I don't know what came over me. The smell of the blood excited something in me, which I had to obey, forgive me my lord, I had no control over my self," she replied shamefacedly.

"So I see, do not fret my slave, I suspect that it has something to do with the life forming inside of you." She relaxed visibly, and I noticed that her colour had returned. "How do you feel?" I asked. She paused before replying.

"Much better my lord, I feel wonderful in fact." And I could see that sexual hunger in her eyes. Another hunger distracted me from that prospect, and I looked upon the mutilated remains of my feast. Though more then half of the offering was still extant, there was not enough to satisfy my hunger.

"Priest!" I bellowed. "Bring me a slave child to make up the missing portion of thy offering. An acolyte was dispatched immediately, and while Jezebel played with me, sating her renewed carnal appetites; I sated my hunger on the bloody offering. Moments passed and a mewling toddler was brought for me to devour, which I did without hesitation or ceremony.

A fortnight passed and the pains and mood swings came again, this time though, we knew their source and cure. A child was brought and my love feasted upon its freshly slaughtered flesh, sating her da'imon-spawned hunger. The month ended and we feasted together upon a pair of youths, male and female, taking pleasures from them, ere we dined. I observed her carnal appetites with her offering, curious to see what forms they would take in her.

She played with her prey, teasing and toying with him, suckling at his scrotum, penis and flesh, nibbling at his nipples, neck and ears, until he was overcome with the sexual energy that she exuded and was erect with a ripe urgency. She mounted his bound form, riding him with moans and groans until he was spent, then she switched about, so that he might pleasure her with his tongue as she brought his member back to life with felicitous ministrations of her own tongue and lips. Once again she suckled at him, bathing his member and scrotum until he was hard and rampant in her hand and then sitting back so that her labia and vulva covered his face, suffocating, she continued to stroke him until he was almost expired from asphyxiation then as he ejaculated, she leaned forward, taking him into her mouth, swallowing his explosion with lusty gulps. Then as he went dry and his lungs ceased labouring to re-oxygenate his system, she bit the crown of his penis off.

The reaction of the priests and acolytes was delicious. Twenty men and boys paled and screamed. And while some fainted, others began to vomit. She continued to bite of mouthfuls of the youth's penis, while it pumped blood into her face like a gory geyser of ejaculate. The youth himself was screaming in exquisite pain and sad though it was to hear her muffle his cries, the pleasure she derived from his thrashing under her loins as she once more suffocated him was delicious.

It was then, with her buttocks firmly clamped over his protesting face that she produced the knife and began to cut away portions of his anatomy, starting with his scrotum. His whole body heaved as the blade separated his testes from their mooring. The blood gushed forth and slurped into the basin she has prepared for the occasion. My own offering watched with a stunned fascination, almost oblivious at first to my rape of her. Then I noticed that she was actually being aroused. This was a decided bonus I felt and held off until her passion was at its peak, and I could sense the endorphins thick in her blood before killing her.

The months that followed saw Jezebel's appetite go from fortnightly to weekly to eventually daily. The priesthood were not too concerned as she was nearing the end of her third trimester and would deliver soon. Had her pregnancy progressed further, I too would have worried for the stock of slaves was beginning to run low.

The night came when she was overcome with labour pains and her water broke. Midwives were sent for and the whole birthing process begun. I waited and watched nervously until one elderly crone bade me vacate the birthing area, as I was an unnecessary distraction to the others. I laughed at her bravado and left for the comfort of the main sanctuary.

Hours passed until a scream split the air. Having been forewarned that all women scream at birthing, I paid it little heed, until it was taken up by other voices. I rushed into the birthing chamber to see my beloved Jezebel dead, rent apart like the prey of a feral beast. From her sundered belly a monster had emerged, his claws and talons slashing and snatching at all that came within reach. I charged at my offspring, ready to slay it for its crime and found myself suddenly fighting for my corporeal life. It was strong for something newborn, and it was then that I realised that this was not a new soul, as such, but that it was something much older then myself, or my species of demon kind.

Then it was that I recalled the dimly remembered legends of the Nephilim, those born of the supernatural and the natural, given to great power and strengths. It was then that I realised that my corporeal existence was doomed, that I had unwittingly contributed to my demise and downfall.

He took hold of me, and no matter how I attacked or retaliated, he blocked each assault and riposte, ripping flesh from my bones, breaking joints and limbs until I was a mewling broken thing upon the floor. With a righteous hatred he stepped upon my throat, crushing my windpipe and extinguishing my corporeal fire. And as my spirit was cast out of the material plane, I observed as he transformed from a demonic creature to an angelic entity.

Thus my brothers, was I banished from the Overworld, and exiled here to our plane of wretchedness, thus you know who is responsible for our exclusion from our prime feeding ground, and I await your judgement.

The collected Da'imon considered their brother with blood red eyes, many recalling how he had likewise banished them from the realm of the world of mortals, and with a united howl they fell upon him, rending his demonic form in a million horrendous torments, each a hell in and of itself.