They wish to cavort

The oldest one, the Crone, stepped forward and spoke in a low gravelly voice "I am old and will pass on soon. My soul will move on to faithfully serve Lucifer in all His Glory in his war against the Heavens."

"May he bring Heaven and Hell to this Earthly plane" the other two chorused.

The Crone nodded "I wish for you, Demon, to give me one last night of revelry and impregnate the Maiden so a new witch may be born to continue the coven."

"May me eternally serve Baʿal Zebub in all his forms" the other two chorused.

The Entity gazed at the women and she gazed back with milky eyes, the Crones face was so wrinkled it difficult to tell what she looked like. She was incredibly skinny with all of her skin wrinkled as she stood stooped over, long grey hair barely concealed sagging floppy breasts and a thick thatch of grey hair was between her legs. The Entity could sense the emotion of sadness and resignation most strongly from her.

It observed the middle aged female next, the Mother, she only had a couple of grey hairs with mainly black lustrous hair. She stared at the fire with a confident lust. She had once been a true beauty and had the confidence of a woman long desired by men. Her breasts were large and had begun to lose their firmness. Her body had stretch marks and a few scars from age old injuries. Her body had lost its hardness yet was pleasantly soft with welcoming curves. The Entity could sense the emotion of desire most strongly from her.

The youngest, the Maiden, was barely 18. Her body was perfection without any scars of defects. She had a youthful joyful yet pretty face as she stared with wild eyes. Every part of her was firm yet yielding. Her breasts and ass were smaller yet firmer than the Mothers, her pussy shaved. The Entity could sense the emotions of excitement and wonder from her.

"We Compel thee Spirit. Bring forth new life as the old passes on to serve our Lord of Hell" the three women sang in unison.