The Sorceress (4 page)

Cleverly, she'd seduced the master of the Stovall plantation and then poisoned his wife, weakening the mistress until the nuisance of a woman was bedridden and as thin as a rail. She'd
slipped the mistress of the plantation's very own wedding ring off her skeletal finger. But a nosey slave had caught onto Eris's scheme and had brought the mistress back to good health.

Eris was ordered to return the mistress's wedding ring. Before she was flogged and set afire, Eris had managed to bury a crude wooden box filled with stolen trinkets as well as her own goddess ring, which seemed lackluster compared to the shiny earthly treasures.

She had buried the treasure box in a secret place on the Stovall grounds, but it was now apparent that her precious jewels had been unearthed and Ajali, her nemesis, was wearing the mistress's wedding ring.

“Give me my jewels!” Eris shouted. Ajali didn't seem aware of Eris's presence, but her little brat had gawked at Eris, recoiling in fear.

Intending to strangle the girl with the pearls that were draped around her scrawny little neck, Eris reached out to grab her. Instantly, she lost the connection and the revolting little Stovall child vanished, escaping Eris's murderous grasp.

“Come back!” Eris commanded the earth-bound little girl. “You can't have my treasures!”

A fearful hush fell over the creatures. Thinking her eerie cry was shouted at them, a ghoulish throng of known thieves quickly slithered and burrowed deep beneath the soot to hide.

Like Eris, the other depraved souls had been exiled to the Dark Realm, a holding place for wicked spirits. Though shamelessly immoral, none were as evil as Eris. Or as gifted. Not one corrupt spirit dared go up against the powerful, fallen goddess.

Those who'd been cast to this smoky abyss for crimes that did not include thievery assumed they were free to continue snarling, biting, scratching, and screaming obscenities at each other.

“Silence!” Eris shouted and shined her cobalt-colored eyes at the bawdy offenders. Arms flew up to shield eyes sensitive to light. A hush fell over the macabre assemblage of evil. Fear of her superior powers kept the malevolent spirits obedient to her every command. Eris ruled the Dark Realm, but found no joy in her prominent stature.

Satisfied that she'd frightened the ghoulish horde into silent submission, Eris closed her eyes and knit her brows in concentration. Something—someone had been blocking her third-eye vision for quite awhile.
Xavier!

Xavier was a masterful being. And malicious enough to block Eris's vision just to be spiteful. He was enjoying his life as the offspring of a political couple and was busy planning revenge on his parents, who had betrayed him in a previous life.

The last time Xavier had even bothered to communicate with Eris, he had casually mentioned something about working on building a bridge between their worlds.
Rubbish!
What a prankster. He clearly held a grudge against Eris and did not intend to help liberate her from the deplorable prison she dwelled in.

She'd been sending images of her plight to her sister, the goddess Tara, appealing to the goddess's well-known sense of compassion. Her mealy-mouthed sibling didn't have the guts to confront the goddess council and insist that Eris be given a pardon.

The council was too busy wringing their hands and fretting over the failed health of the goddess Kali to be concerned about Eris's predicament. Eris couldn't rely on anyone except herself.

And now, after catching that little jewel thief wearing her goods, she was more determined than ever to break free.

It seemed like years since she'd last set her sight on the Stovalls. And judging by the offspring's size, several years had indeed transpired.
But now that she'd finally managed to once again penetrate the barrier between earth and the Dark Realm, Eris was more determined than ever to maintain a watchful eye on the roguish child and her despicable parents. She'd deal with them more intimately once she was liberated from these accursed environs.

The goddess Kali had cast her here, but her interference had come at a great expense to her. It was easy for Eris to fix her sight on the Goddess Realm. Perhaps that link was easier, being that it was her homeland. Who knew? Who cared? She hardly ever bothered to direct her gaze to the Goddess Realm. They were all so smug and pleased with themselves, she found them utterly boring.

She looked in from time to time to snicker at the so-called mighty warrior, Kali. It looked as though Kali's warring days were over. She lay encased inside a chamber that had the purpose of a coffin. Yet, no one would declare the meddlesome goddess, Kali, dead. The goddess council claimed she was merely resting.
Ha!
Kali had outdone herself by imposing herself in a battle that did not concern her.

Now she lay in endless slumber; depleted of her strength and most of her life force. With Kali quarantined, Eris could wreak all sorts of hellish havoc on earth. If only she could figure a way to break free.

If she couldn't do it on her own and if Xavier continued to ignore her pleas for help, she'd work her mind craft on her sister. Tara's compassion was foolish and ill-spent. Whoever heard of a goddess giving sexual pleasure to a hermaphrodite attendant?

Eris was disgusted when her third-eye bore witness to her sister intimately caressing her attendant's mutant genitalia. Still, Eris would keep in mind that Tara's sisterly love and undying loyalty might come in handy.

Evil thoughts warmed her as she imagined the many ways to wreak havoc, to insert her personal brand of retribution inside the Stovalls' untroubled, pristine lives.

First, she'd retrieve her precious jewels, snatching the box of jewels roughly from the thief's clutching hands. If she had to rip off a limb to accomplish the feat, then all the merrier the deed.

She'd begin her rampage with the child—she'd slowly torture the rotten little spawn, biting off her thieving fingers one at a time. Of course, she'd insist that the loathsome parents witness the carnage and bloodshed as she devoured the fruit of their loins alive.

Next, she'd torment the sniveling father. This time she'd be sure to suck the skin right off his worthless prick and then she'd allow her legions of tiny insects and imps to tear away at the bloody exposed flesh.

Eris cackled gleefully as she imagined Bryce crying out and moaning in agony as he'd done the last time she'd ravaged his manhood.

She'd save the worst form of suffering for that bitch, Ajali. Before nailing the sickeningly pious mother Madonna to a cross, she'd scratch her way into her vile vagina and then tie her tubes together with her own bare hands.

Though they kept their distance, the spirits were becoming restless in the cramped and too-quiet-for-comfort domain. Barely able to contain their lustful yearning for mayhem, the beings emitted quiet, uncontrollable hisses and snarls.

Eris heard the soft, sullen sounds. She shot out an angry beam of blue light at the creatures, making them screech and scatter about. She narrowed her eyes, sharpening her vision so that the light that shone from her eyes was so piercing that, like a laser, it burned a hole through the closest creature within her view. The ghoul shrieked in pain while fanning a smoldering gap in its neck. Eris howled with laughter at her malicious deed.

Then she sighed, resolute.

It was no use. She'd been cut off from the Stovalls's world and she couldn't get back in. Her mind was too restless; it was difficult to concentrate when every time she closed her eyes, she saw a mental picture of her jewels adorning that obnoxious child.

Angry, her rancid pussy emitted a stench so fetid that all who were familiar with the odor skulked out of her reach. She writhed and undulated as she turned her blue lights low and then crept up to her unsuspecting prey.

Ah!
Her serpentine tongue flicked at her lips. A new arrival! A man who'd lived his earthly existence as a serial rapist and murderer was promenading around and flaunting a ferocious erection. With her mind craft, Eris willed him to swagger in her direction.

Suddenly she lurched forward and pounced on him.

A horde of cretins gasped and ran, attempting to join the thieves who remained in hiding beneath the soot.

Eris bared her teeth, and then crooked a finger, beckoning them forward. “Hold this varmint down,” she implored. Realizing she did not intend to do them harm, the creatures shouted in malicious glee as they roughened up and then wrestled down the foolhardy new arrival, and pinning him to the soot-covered ground.

With legs held wide apart, Eris lowered herself onto the bloated male appendage. Thrashing wildly, scratching at his eyes while she molested him, Eris ground her hips violently against the groin of the new arrival, twisting and gyrating until she felt his penile flesh rip.

Satisfied, she rolled off of the rapist. Eris lay on her back with his detached phallus impaled inside her malodorous cunt.

The sight of Eris with her legs cocked open, pleasuring herself with an amputated shaft, was frightful even to the monstrous
brood incarcerated in the Dark Realm. Their eyes bulged in horror as they slowly crept forward, awestruck and enthralled by the disgusting exhibition.

The rapist lay in momentary shock, and then he lifted up and gawked at Eris who was busy filling her cunt with his loins.

His panic-filled eyes roved from Eris and then down to his ragged groin. It had been a swift castration. And now he was left to wander throughout eternity without his most valued weapon. He stared once again at what was left of his manhood. Sobbing, he tenderly touched the shreds of bloodied, hanging flesh.

Eris paused momentarily, stilling her fast moves, and pointing at the cowering crowd of heathens. “Go ahead, you mischief makers. Have at each other,” she permitted, and then she lay down upon the obsidian and soot, where she administered to the seeping and heated foul area between her legs.

The unholy bunch growled and shrieked with wanton abandon and began battling each other for no reason other than the thrill of causing injury and impairment.

THE GODDESS REALM

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njoying the beauty of the lotus flowers, the goddess Tara relaxed by the pond. The lotus, a spiritual flower with elegant beauty, symbolized the characteristics Tara represented: peace, contentment, loveliness, and perfection.

Tara, the goddess of compassion, evolved eons ago. Like the lotus, she rose from the mud and grew above the water's surface, looking untouched and magnificent with her long arms outstretched toward the heavens. To this day, Tara was deeply connected to the majestic flower. From the lotus, she derived her enduring strength, beauty, and compassion.

Tara's gentle disposition was a stark contrast from her sister's. Eris, the goddess of discord, had a fiery temperament. Thoughts of Eris made Tara sigh unhappily; disrupting her peace. Succumbing to a strange emptiness, she found her beautiful surroundings suddenly transformed to a dark, despicable place. The brilliant sky became dark and cloudy. She winced as the lovely flowers wilted before her eyes; their scent replaced with a choking stench.

It was Eris. Her sister was making her presence known; sending impressions of her ghastly world to her sympathetic sister. Eris was crying for her help, but Tara was powerless to rescue her.

A sudden howling wind, carrying Eris's scream, whirled and
whipped angrily. Then it stopped as suddenly as it had begun.

Sensing someone approaching, Tara looked up. The sun shone again. The flowers stood as vibrant and as beautiful as before, emitting a fragrance that was wonderfully intoxicating. The spell was broken.

In the distance, she saw Zeta, her favorite attendant, carrying a woven basket and walking swiftly across the meadow. Zeta was a blue-winged, hermaphrodite—a true treasure—who was once a companion to Eris. Eris had treated Zeta with cruelty and routinely abused the beautiful winged maiden.

After Eris's dismissal from the Goddess realm, Zeta was passed on to Tara.

The sun gleamed upon Zeta's blue gossamer wings; it shimmered upon the silver threads in the lace garment that clung to her high breasts and displayed her feminine curves. Of all her numerous attendants, Zeta, a vision of loveliness, was Tara's favorite.

Tara's somber mood instantly lifted. She sent a soft smile in Zeta's direction. In turn, Zeta blew the goddess a kiss and hastened her footsteps. Zeta raised her wings; they fluttered gently, lifting her ever so slightly above ground. Slowly, gracefully, she glided toward the pond, toward her worshipped mistress.

“Good morning, goddess,” Zeta greeted as she softly landed.

Tara inclined her head, silently nodding a hello.

Holding the basket firmly, waiting for permission to set it down, Zeta lowered her beautiful blue wings, enticing her mistress with the rustling sound of her dark blue feathers enfolding.

Tara's chestnut-colored eyes sparkled consent and Zeta placed the basket beside the pond and then daintily spread the silk blanket on the lush green ground.