Ally Follows the Voice

Ally pulled her hand back from Jenny's door, the buzzing beneath her cock competing with the voice in her head, swaying her mind back and forth... She already agreed, she was already a pet, she didn't need anything else, didn't need any weird magical voices or --

There is more to your life than servitude, Allyson.

"It's not serving... I wanted this," Ally argued, aloud, speaking to herself in the empty hallway. She lowered a hand to her dick, slick with her own cum, as it hardened again beneath her thin panties. "I wanted to feel good."

And you will, Allyson, but you must decide those pleasures for yourself. You are a Scream, are you not? You would abandon your name, your legacy, just for a moment of ecstasy?

"Grandpa...?" Ally asked, finding the words spoken by the voice familiar, even though the voice was distinctly feminine.

I am not your grandfather, Allyson. But I did know him, and I instructed him, when he was floundering, much as you are now.

Ally's eyes landed again on the small trail of mist, leading off and away down the empty hall. The only thing filling the silence was the slight shimmer of the mist and the buzzing between her thighs. She took in a deep breath. Then she turned away from the door -- stepping as confidently as she could into the mist.

She followed its trail for what felt like minutes, winding around bends in the hallway she hadn't known were there, leading up and down winding staircases that she was certain she'd never tread before. All the while, the mist enveloped her, surrounded her, like the embrace of a lover. She felt the drip of it cooling her overly hot skin, the breath-like mist washing the stains from her clothes, cleaning the cum from her cock, slowly pulling the vibrator from beneath her base, where it dropped to the floor and vanished into the fog. At the same time, Ally felt her mind clearing, her thoughts focusing: She felt herself returning to herself.

And still, part of her longed to reach down into the mist for it. For however brief a time, she'd liked being a pet to Sister Enna, who, despite her affiliation and her foul mouth, didn't seem to be all bad. Ally felt a small pit in her chest as she betrayed her. Maybe she would be able to make it up to her, somehow.

As the mist cleared, Ally felt... purified. Like something had been cleansed from her. She stepped out of the fog completely clean, barely a drip of water across the length of her hair. Her eyes widened when she saw her destination: She had found Scream House's chapel.

She'd always known the house had a church inside of it, though Grandpa had never shown her to it as a child. Her family had never been particularly religious -- or so she'd thought. Now, she wasn't so sure. Four rows of pews stood in front of her, all oriented towards the pulpit, where a small, raised altar held a table burning with candlelight. Across the walls, stained-glass windows showed mosaics of scenes Ally didn't recognize: A two-horned demon with fiery red hair sitting on an obsidian throne. A blue haired demon with a pen in hand, lording over two young scientists cowering at her feet. An angel with wings stretching from pane to pane of the window, a ring of gold across her head.

The final window, the final picture, was a man she recognized: Her grandfather, storybook open on his knee, reading to two young girls. Ally and Kate. The granddaughters of Scream House. Ally looked up at the picture of her childhood self, who was listening eagerly to her grandfather's words. That was who she was, wasn't it? Who was she now, so far in the future?

You seem to have found yourself, Allyson, the voice whispered into her mind.

"Who are you?" Ally asked, into the open, empty church. The smell of incense filled her nose. She felt strangely underdressed, standing in a church in a T-shirt and panties, even if there was no one there to critique her for it.

I am the angel of Scream House.

Ally's eyes flicked again to the mosaic depicting the white-winged angel, but she need not have. Above the altar, the light of the candles flickered together, rising in a brilliant flame until Ally could see the outline of the angel herself, shining in gold and silver firelight before flying forth, levitating above Ally in all of her divine beauty.

The angel wore a long, white cloth around her waist, but was otherwise naked, bare-breasted, rising above Ally, who fell to her knees because she thought it was the right thing to do. The angel's wings were a dazzling white, flecked with the remaining gold of the flames, and as they rose and fell so too did the air within the room, creating a pleasant, cool breeze that pricked Ally's skin until she was goosed from cheek to cheek. The angel's eyes were a dazzling gold, but they held kindness too, directed towards Ally from beneath a head of pure-white hair. A golden halo circled her head, though cracked in the middle so that it split open at her forehead.

"Hello, Allyson," the angel said.

"Aren't you... supposed to say something like, 'Be not afraid?'" Ally asked, trying to remember her Bible stories.

"Are you afraid, Allyson?"

"No... not really."

"Then why need I remind you?" The angel asked with a smile, lowering herself to the cool floor of the chapel, and placing a hand on Ally's head. The warmth of her hand felt nice, Ally felt herself press against it like a puppy asking for more petting. "When I saw the women from the Church had sunk their teeth into you, I knew I had to intervene."

"But shouldn't you like the Church?" Ally asked. "Aren't angels, like, a Church thing?"

"It depends on the angel, and it depends on the Church," the angel said with a sad smile. "The Church of Dyer had been after my power for centuries. They believe they have a right to it, on account of their religious worship. I believe differently."

"So... why haven't you smited them, or something?" Ally asked, hoping she didn't sound stupid in front of the angel.

"Angels only have power when working through the acts of humans," the angel answered, lifting Ally to her feet. Ally was still much shorter than the angel; her eyes only rose to the angel's breasts. Ally didn't mind. She didn't want to look anywhere else. "Which is why I need you in your right mind, Allyson."

"I don't even know if I have a right mind," Ally admitted.

"That is a good sign," the angel assured her. "Those who question themselves are more likely to find answers." The angel pulled her into a hug, pressing Ally's face against her voluptuous bosom, and Ally had to use all of her willpower not to stick out her tongue and lick the angel's nipples. "Oh, I have missed you Allyson. I watched over you every day you were in this house; I was so worried when you were gone for so long. I was worried you wouldn't return. And then when you did... Well, it doesn't matter now. Quickly, we must perform the binding ritual so that I can give you my power."

"Binding ritual?" Ally asked, as the angel pushed her away.

"You must drink me in, Allyson, like holy water," the angel said. At Ally's confused expression, the angel continued, "You need only ingest some of the liquid of my body. The ritual has worked with saliva and with sweat; on occasion some have desired to drink of my fluids and the ritual has succeeded then too. A simple kiss will suffice for most... but I have seen you thus far Allyson, and know you may require more..."