Dawn: Crimson Reborn XX
Pastor Colin walked into the barn with a pickaxe poised to strike. Behind him, the creature called Haephastael shimmered, floating along as though tethered to the human. The creatures guarding the barn paid them no heed, either through their own distraction or by some trick of Haephastael. A wall of hay bales blocked the view of their target, but Colin heard something unpleasantly similar to a heart beat.
Strings of fairy lights illuminated the giant egg. The warm orange light glinted off the shimmering red shell. The sound of a heartbeat grew louder with each step. Colin’s arms trembled, but he raised the pickaxe higher. It hung in the air, wobbling as he worked up the courage to strike.
“What are you waiting for?” came the hushed whisper of Haephastael’s many voices. “Do it. Destroy the abomination. Save your soul.”
The weight of the pickaxe overcame him for a moment. Colin lowered the weapon. “What is it?” he asked, for the hundredth time. “What’s in that egg?”
Haephastael answered with a familiar sneer of derision, “The demon’s heart. Destroy it and kill her. Earn your salvation.”
Colin nodded, feeling as though madness threatened to tear through his mind. He took a step back and rested the pickaxe on the ground. Summoning all his strength, he braced and prepared to swing.
CRRRRCK
A jagged line ripped down the side of the egg. Colin’s body relaxed as he gazed at red light pouring out of the opening like congealed cough syrup. More cracks formed, racing across the smooth shell as the heartbeat became a thunder. The pickaxe fell from Colin’s hands as he pressed his palms into his ears. He turned from the egg, hoping to see some salvation in the angel who guided him. Haephastael’s face was a blur, akin to a top spinning. From moment to moment, a single face would emerge above the others. Each of them was terrified.
The egg shattered. Bits of hard shell jammed into Colin’s cheek like shrapnel. He screamed and shielded his head as best he could. The flying debris passed through Haephastael altogether. The thundering beat quieted, and Colin turned a bloodied face to look at the remnant of the egg. The largest remaining piece was no larger than a dinner plate. All around, jagged chunks of shell stuck into the woodwork of the barn, making Colin feel fortunate he survived with only a few pieces in his face. The pain didn’t surface above the fascination with the thing standing where the egg had been.
Colin had seen Lucy’s demons. Oliver with his red skin, claws, fangs, horns, and tail was a dim shadow of the monster waking in the barn. The thing stood slowly, flexing new muscle for the first time. Obsidian black hooves stamped into the ground, gouging the mud away as it gained balance. Black hair coated the lower leg to above the knee. Raising its body, the thighs strained to bear weight, each as big around as a Colin’s torso. Red skin stretched over a muscled abdomen. Leathery wings unfurled, attaching to either side of the creature’s spine. Thick arms stretched, extending each individual finger as though to show off the razor like talons at their tips. A mane of black hair ran down its back to a thick, lizard-like tail which moved with a fluidity unbecoming of its shape. One flick of this appendage shattered a nearby timber, causing the whole barn to shudder under shifting weight.
Horns, most similar to a ram, but unlike anything earthly, curved out from the beast’s head. Pointed ears flicked and listened to the sound of its body learning to move. Its face held no semblance of humanity. The visage contorted itself into a wicked smile, baring sharp teeth across a wide jaw. The nose sat flat, not much more than serpentine slits. And finally, the most profane thing about it, a demonic cock hung between its legs. The long tube was flaccid and still reached its knees. Bigger around than Colin’s bicep, it flared into a flat head, darkening from bright red to crimson at the glans. Nested at its root in a thatch of coarse hair, the thing’s testicles throbbed as they filled with cum. Yet, the beast did not give off the allure of Lucy’s other creations. Instead, as the awe of seeing a fully fledged demon passed, Colin experienced dread which pulled at his insides and made him scramble back from the demon.
“Coward,” Haephastael said, his voice a thin knife slicing through the fading thunder. “You will suffer for this. You will be denied the Light. You will spend eternity in Darkness with the other damned.”
“No, what can I do? Forgive me, please,” Colin whimpered.
Rings of flame red appeared in the demon’s black eyes. It turned and looked down at Colin’s weak form. “Where is my mother?” it bellowed.
Colin’s responded with incoherent murmurs meant to cry for mercy.
“Sniveling, human soul, tortured by Light. I will show you torture.” The demon raised its hand and a whip appeared, spreading out from his palm like a burning fuse. The cord solidified into black leather. It arced through the air with a soft wshhh before striking Colin’s body. The blow licked away a layer of his skin like onion skin, but it didn’t hurt. For a second, he thought the blow might have severed the nerves and spared him any pain. The second blow came and instead of a blow, he felt a jerk. The whip came away, pulling at something inside him as it did. The third lash sliced into Colin’s arm. Once more his flesh melted away, revealing dark red skin underneath.
Colin looked for Haephastael’s help. “Please,” Colin begged. “I did what you asked. I can’t be responsible for this.” Another whip, another jerk. “Help me!”
“They do not help,” the demon said, its hooves thumping into the ground beside Colin. “They only judge. And this one thinks its too clever.”
The demon’s clawed hand shot out and grabbed Haephastael by the throat. For a split second, the angel spoke in its true voice. Colin’s misery only compounded as he was deafened by the sound of a star being born. But, Haephastael’s voice died as their throat crumpled under the demon’s grip. A pair of wings appeared, throwing a gust of wind in the demon’s face, but it held firm. The whip lashed out again, wrapping around one of the wings and pulling. A horrid tearing noise cut through Colin’s bleeding ears, and Haephastael’s wing fell to the ground.
“You dare!” Haephastael said in a hoarse whisper.
The demon laughed. It jerked its head toward Colin’s broken form. “He will become my herald, and you will become my pet.” The demon lunged, clamping its teeth on the angel’s other wing. Again the tearing sound filled Colin’s head, and he thought reality itself must be splitting at the seams. Haephastael dropped to the ground, bloody stumps twitching on their back. Smoke curled around their throat. In a flash the smoke turned to iron and chain, which the demon yanked back, throwing Haephastael across the nearly wrecked barn. Blood still dripping from its maw, the demon raised the whip again as it turned back to Colin.
The blow took something from him. Colin’s thoughts cleared, and he was happy to see his mortal flesh fall away from his body like cut ribbon. His bones reshaped, and his jaw cracked into a new position. He could feel the thing in his chest, a soul split from its body and left to suffer in a demonic shell. Colin wanted to claw open his own chest and pull it out, but he couldn’t. He simpered and waited for the next lick of the whip. “Master…please…I will obey.” His words ended in a hiss as his forked tongue pressed against sharp teeth.
“You will suffer!” the demon said, giving Colin a hard kick to the ribs. “Your existence is suffering. All existence is suffering. I am Naloth, and I serve the Great Adversary. The seed of my long plan has born fruit, and I will scour the mortal world with flame. Now, slave. Take me to my Mother. I will break her first.”
The demonic Colin did not dare to raise his body above a grovel. He crawled through the overturned hay walls, gesturing for his new master to follow. Naloth did, dragging the bloodied body of Haephastael behind him.
Lucy pulled her hand back from the Shadowman’s grip. “What was that?” she asked. Their bargain for Darcy’s soul didn’t mention a tremor ripping through the world.
The other god leaned back and tapped his cane on the floor. “That was the die being cast, sweetie. The bets have been placed, and its time for the game. Now hold’on before you go getting upset with me. I had nothing to do with it. Suspected it might happen, but didn’t make it happen.”
“What the hell are you talking about? What caused the earthquake?”
“Its your world, hon,” he reminded her. “So, ask it.”
Lucy wrinkled her nose and prepared a litany of frustrated insults. Instead, she leaned back and closed her eyes. Her little world spread out in a series of lights. She could see her minions, and the remaining humans, and even the Shadowman sitting across from her, a purple smear in a sea of crimson light. Except, a spot near the Farm was wrong. It showed no light at all, and drew in the light around it. Lucy focused on it, and the black veil peeled back to show her the scene playing out around her egg. When Naloth turned a burning eye toward her, she dismissed the vision, hoping to keep the dread away. “What the hell is that? It’s not one of mine. And it cannot be my…egg baby?”
The Shadowman grinned. “No, ain’t no egg baby. That’s a demon. One of the big’uns. I told you other godfolk would come callin, and heres your first visitor.”
“How? The egg came out of me. I thought it was some…I dunno, some kind of rebirth thing. Veridian went all on about this whole cycle of life stuff.”
The cane bounced back and forth from hand to hand between the Shadowman’s knees as he sucked on his gold tooth. “Everything has a cosmic balance to it. You get the hang of it after a while, know what to expect, know what to look for. A long, long time ago, when humans were still climbing trees, and I was nothing but a whispered “ook” about a cave full o’ shadows, the things you call angels had their war with the things you call demons. It happened all at once, and one side won. Neither of them agreed which side, but they both thought pretty certainly one did, otherwise they’d have gone on fighting. So, they stopped, all at once, in the same once that had the war in it too, mind you.”
“This was more interesting when fucking was on the table,” Lucy said. “Would you mind terribly if I fingered myself? It gets dull after a while, you know —”
“Listen girlie, you do what you like, but I give out free advice about as often as you’re not sucking dick,” the Shadowman said. He inclined his head to her.
“Fine, I’ll be good. Big demon about to crush my world, but sure, long speech go.”
He laughed again, mostly to himself. “These armies had a problem. They couldn’t kill each other and be at peace with each other at the same time. It made too much of a mess of things, even for divine beings. They needed Time, a Before and an After, but those were things only mortals could have. You remember the Cold War, all those spies and plots and threats? Angels and Demons have their own, and one plot involved the Crimson Lady. The demons needed a door to the real world. They could kill all the angels they wanted on the mortal plane. Angels, too. More than a few of them have tried to work out a road to Hell through Earth. They’re not creative, though. Demons have a little more inspiration, which makes them cunning. So, along comes the shade of a demon to one of those early homo sapiens. It takes a little burgeoning soul and binds part of itself to it. Poof, the primordial Crimson Lady. I bet she’s rattling around in your head right now.”
Lucy knew he was right. She couldn’t pick out the first woman cursed with the crimson milk, but she guessed one of the shadowy incoherent figures in the corners of her mind fit the bill. “Why now? Why did all the others fail?”
“Fuck me if I know,” the god answered. “I’d put money on it having something to do with mortal desires fucking around with demonic machinations. Shit don’t work right when you mix the two. Took thousands of years to find a woman who could make it work. Here you are, strong enough to get this far, to make deals with life and time and me. You reproduced! Ten thousand years of fucking every which way imaginable and one single egg. Ain’t that some shit? Veridian pumped you full of life, the little shit who thought up a way to get into reality an eon ago latched on to it, and now its been reborn. Naloth, a right proper demon, ready to turn your reality into a brand new battlefield.”
They sat in silence for a few moments. Lucy drummed her fingers on her knee. Finally, she said, “I guess I should go stop him.”
The Shadowman shrugged. “He’s coming to you either way. He’ll shackle you, abuse you, and parade you in front of him like a prize hog while he enslaves everything else.”
“Awesome,” she opened the door with a flick of her wrist. “You’ve been super helpful. Don’t suppose you’d want to help out. Maybe use some of that shadow smoke to distract him while I chop his head off or something.”
The Shadowman tipped his hat. “Not my scene.”
Lucy slammed the door. The limo shimmer as it slowly drove away, vanishing into nothing after a few seconds. Oliver and Alice walked up behind Lucy. She held up a finger for them to wait while she thought. A dozen voices in her head gave her ideas, but one shouted down all the others. Do what we know how. Lucy nodded.
“Get everyone,” Lucy said to her minor demons. “Big cosmic showdown, might as well have everyone there.”
A veritable army followed Lucy as she crossed town to meet Naloth. Oliver and Alice stayed close to their mistress. Humphrey trod along, snorting at anything which looked suspicious. Cain and much of his herd clopped along in between fits of milky giggles. A pair of flickering shadows moved through the crowd, whispering naughty thoughts to all of those in the march. The wolves prowled along the edges, their fangs bared and teeth at the ready. Even some of the remaining humans joined, feeling oddly compelled to take a stand against the feeling of dread bearing down on them.
Lucy led them, growing a bit taller and broader with each step. By the time Naloth appeared, she matched him in height, but the demon had not been idle. He held chains in his hand, dozens of them. Each led to one of Lucy’s followers, shacked and bound. She spied Bethany among them. The fertile conduit of Lucy’s power looked wilted and nearly broken. A crawling, wicked thing which looked like a poor imitation of its master pulled and pinched at the chained creatures. Meanwhile a being in bloody robes crawled along beside Naloth’s hooves. Lucy knew it to be Haephastael and found herself pitying her would-be murderer. Beyond his new slaves, the Garden burned, filling the sky with ash and cinders.
“Ah, so you’ve come to find me, mother!” the monster growled, his voice booming through the clearing. The tone by itself caused Lucy’s people to cower, and the humans to shield themselves behind the more aggressive looking of Lucy’s menagerie.
“I am not your mother,” Lucy said, surprising herself with the firmness in her voice. “You are a parasite finally passed. A metaphysical tapeworm.”
Naloth yanked on the chains, sending all his captives sprawling to their knees. “Nasty words from a nasty ape. You should be proud. You have birthed Earth’s new ruler.”
Lucy smiled. Her dress wriggled across her body, sliding up to her back. The humans in the crowd gasped as they saw the divine body revealed. Despite the horror of the moment, the lusts of her menagerie could not resist their mistress. Cocks hardened and pussies grew wet as they gazed at her perfect ass and the beautiful outline of her milk landed breasts against the burning sky. The dress gathered at her shoulder blades before blooming into heavy wings of her own. They stretched out to equal the span of Naloth’s pair before flapping once and sending a gust that forced the demon to shield his eyes. The chains went slack, and the Colin-thing shrieked.
“This world is mine,” Lucy said, her voice resounding in the minds of all who could hear her. “It is no more yours than the one beyond it.”
Naloth’s free hand jabbed at the air. To the astonishment of most watching, the space where his finger went rippled. “World,” he laughed. “As thin as paper. An appetizer and nothing more, slut.”
“You like to call me names,” she answered.
“I call you what you are. Whore. When I no longer need you, I will send you Home. They will fill your cunt with hot pokers and fuck your ass with spiny cocks. The milk will boil in those tits, maha!” His maw flung a glob of drool through the air, splattering on the enfeebled angel.
Lucy sensed the restlessness behind her. Cain’s muscles tensed, Humphrey’s head twitched as he thought of angles for his tusks, the fangs of her wolves glinted in the dim light, and her demonic stalwarts readied their claws. No, she told them all through the uneven song. No violence. We will solve this the only way we can. The only way we have solved anything. She stepped across the open field, leaving her people behind. Naloth braced for some kind of attack. Instead, she reached a point halfway between them and knelt, putting her hands behind her back and folding her wings. She enjoyed the sound of his overconfident laugh.
He crossed the distance, but took no risk. The whip appeared and shot out, wrapping around Lucy’s throat and pulling tight. A few cries went up from the onlookers, but Lucy’s song could not be stifled by physical barriers. Naloth stepped closer, “Whore, indeed.” His cock swelled. “These pathetic half-mortals have shown you nothing. I will keep you as my personal slut. I will use your throat until it splits at its sides. I will pump boiling cum into your womb and get hard again from your screams.” The thick cock continued to swell. It pressed against her tits as it inflated, coaxing out a spray of her milk. By the time it reached its full length, it was bigger even than her husband at his peak. The thing would split a normal woman in half. The head pushed against Lucy’s mouth, and Naloth jerked her leash.
Lucy’s eyes looked up at the product of centuries of planning and smiled. She opened her mouth willingly and licked around the head of the gargantuan dick. She kissed it, almost lovingly, earning a confused grunt from the cock’s owner. “I misspoke earlier,” she said as she brought her hand up to rub along the massive phallus. “I said this world was mine, but that’s not true. Ah-ah, its not yours either, big boy. Its really theirs.”
Her wings unfurled. From within them emerged other women, each as beautiful as Lucy and each sporting locks of brilliant red hair. The first knelt beside Lucy and opened her mouth while shoving her beautiful breasts up. Lucy guided the cock to the newly presented cleavage, letting the demon cock slide between the fat tits. “Amanda,” Lucy said, “nice to finally meet you.” The former Crimson Lady did not answer, but smiled as she lowered her mouth to lick the cock of their demon prodigy.
More of the former Crimson bearers stepped out of the nothing. Amanda’s predecessor, a woman in a red silk dress crawled with bizarre dexterity up the demon’s arm. Her luscious breast pushed in his mouth over his half hearted protests. Another went around behind him, letting her mouth move to the demon’s ass and rimming him with deviant joy. They kept coming. The women swarmed Naloth, covering him in breasts, ass, pussy, and wet mouths. With seven women sucking, licking, and fondling him, it seemed no space remained for the rest of the Crimson women. Lucy stood and put her hand on a bare spot of the demon’s chest. She could feel his confusion and resentment. With a hard shove, he split into seven copies.
The new versions of Naloth lacked the magnificence of their originator. One was withered muscle, sputtering with impotent rage. Another had a large paunch which a few of the pre-history Crimson women bounded over with some glee to enjoy Naloth’s hungry mouth. The next did not wait to be taken, but seized the nearest woman, coveting her. The seven sins separated out and quickly conquered by well practices whores who had waited a long time for their revenge. One by one, the Naloth’s toppled to the ground, soon finding their variously sized cocks shoved into eager slits.
The original, the lust Naloth, remained upright the longest. He struggled to cast off the woman pouring milk into his mouth while the fattened tits of Amanda and another Crimson woman moved up and down the enormous cock. A heavy flow of black cum oozed out of the tip, gurgling like pitch as it dripped onto the ground. When he fell, the Colin-thing shrieked and ran to Haephastael, either seeking to free the angel or get in some final torture. The dread in the air dissipated quickly, lost in the groans of the Naloths. Amanda gestured for the others to step back. They settled for writhing against Naloth’s prone body. Lucy stepped up, towering over Naloth’s cock which remained pointed at her perfect pussy. His balls looked tight, and his face was contorted with desire.
“You will serve me,” Lucy said. “Your old allegiance will be broken, and you will be bound to this world. Or you will be destroyed.”
“Fucking cunt bitch whore! I am NALOTH! I will rape this world and burn it to —”
A stiletto heel formed quickly and jabbed into the swollen ball sack. The demon howled, but none of the onlookers knew if this was in pain or pleasure. “Your pride is currently fucking one version of me in the ass. I bet you can feel all of it can’t you? It must be overwhelming to have six cocks all drenched in milk or cum or pussy. That’s something even I can’t experience. Yet that’s what we can offer you. Give up your base nature, swear to me, and you are rewarded with an eternity of pleasure unimaginable. Say it. Tell me what you want.”
The demon’s face contorted in grimaces of frustrated pain. The hands of the women all around him did not stay idle. They pulled at his tail, fingered the rim of his asshole, and flicked at his nipples. “I want you to fuck me.”
Lucy lowered herself just enough to let the head of his demonic cock rub along her pussy. “What’s the magic word?”
“Please, fuck me.”
She dropped. The whole of Naloth’s dick slipped inside of her. Each of them experienced something impossible. Naloth felt a tight wetness that surpassed any feeling of pleasure the demon had known. He realized in that instant what a folly his old goals had been and knew he would brave the worst of his kind’s punishments for one more second of such ecstasy. Lucy felt full in every sense of the word. Satisfied, out of space, altogether — full. Pleasure came with it as well as a sense of burden, a demon soul was a hard thing to hold. The instant stretched, offending the rules of time around it. When Lucy finally relented, time sprang back into motion and the Naloths came. Black, hot cum sprayed deep into whichever orifice happened to be on top of the cocks at the time.
The whole world around Lucy shuddered as she felt the surge of spunk coat her insides. It flowed out around his cock, soaking his legs and her thighs. But that wasn’t enough. With the second ropes of cum spraying in her, she squeezed her breasts. Milk gushed out. All around her, she saw the other Crimson women shudder with pleasure right before their tits erupted as well. The milk poured out onto the Naloths, soaking them as the hungry mouths tried to gulp down as much of the milk as possible.
Behind her, Lucy knew the onlookers had fallen prey to her exuberance. No longer suppressed by Naloth’s dread, the lust snaked through the crowd, turning the audience into an adjoining orgy. Wet squelching filled the air as Cain and his herd fucked and sucked and sprayed milk. The wolves picked off the straggling humans who teetered with indecision. More than one woman screamed with joy as a werewolf’s cock spread her walls wide open. Most of the humans chose their fate or tribe. Humphrey’s strange cock emptied his fat balls into the waiting slit of a young woman who happily snorted as her smooth belly turned into a rotund gut. Alice led women to Oliver by the scruff of their necks, yet they all knelt in front of the half-demon’s cock, ready to become another twisted slut for him to fuck at will.
Naloth’s chains dissolved into smoke. Bethany surged with life once more. She and her kind joined the fray, finding new members of the Garden who waited for release. The dim visions of her short imprisonment faded as Bethany’s virile girlcock slid into the ass of a middle aged woman whose breasts swelled with nectar as flowers grew in her hair. Nearby a man was wrapped in Eva’s coils, his balls emptying for the third time into her hungry slit as he stared into her mesmerizing eyes.
Amid the sounds of debauchery, the world around them took on a firmness. Every object felt more permanent and fixed. The space grew vast, spiraling out from one dot into a whole universe, a big bang fueled by an orgy. New stars formed in the sky, new planets coalesced in far reaches of a reality’s brand new galaxy. All of it happened at once before running either direction in time to fill in the gaps. And still, Naloth’s cock surged inside of Lucy as he nearly drowned in milk.
When she finally had enough, Lucy dismounted, letting her gaping pussy relinquish the fat cock. She stood up, a steady stream of cum and milk flowing down her body. The other Naloths dissipated into smoke. The remaining demon withered to a small thing, something more manageable. The other Crimson Women faded, disappearing into clouds of red smoke that filled Lucy with a sense of great relief. The chittering Colin-thing stole away the mangled body of Haephastael during the orgy. Lucy searched for either creature but could not find them. Instead, she found thousands of other souls, human souls, confused and wondering how they came to be in a world slightly different than the one they expected.
Lucy let herself diminish. Her wings vanished, and she shrank to her normal size. After a moment of consideration, she let herself go further, returning to the tired and lonely housewife who once drank a fateful potion. In this form, she walked to the edge of town. The shimmering wall where her realm once ended had vanished, and she knew she could walk the full circumference of the globe if she chose. Instead, she turned to the right and headed up a nearby hill. At the top, she let down her last defense. She allowed herself, for a moment, to feel human.
She smiled. The sun rose. As its light scattered on the hillside, she noticed the smoky figure nearby. “Amanda?”
The figure turned slightly.
“Was that what you had in mind when you picked me?”
The shade didn’t answer. Lucy sighed and shrugged. “Well, it’s done, one way or the other. I need a nice, loving fuck, that’s what.” Her divine body returned, and she set out for home.