The Demon Spawn Video

"Awww. Look at them. They are sooo cute together. That's true love right there. See how he rubs his thumb against hers as he holds her hand, and how she looks at him. I'd give my left leg for her to look at me like that."

"Oh my god Jasmine. That is so corny. You totally have a thing for the Harem Queen."

"Yeah Jazzy. I bet you would love to get your hands on those huge tits. Maybe she can loan you some of hers, and then you'd actually have some."

The video was shot from just outside the malls food court. In it, a group of college students were discussing the Stretcher King and Harem Queen while one of their number recorded them leisurely strolling along on their double date.

"I dare you to go talk to her."

"Yeah Jazzy. Maybe she'll give you her number. Oh! Or she'll have him give you a stretch."

"Aw guys, leave Jasmine alone. It's obvious they're out on a date. Everyone says the Harem Queen is like, super nice. If Jasmine goes over there and interrupts them, the Harem Queen will stop to talk to her, and that's not fair to them. Don't go ruining their date."

"Ah, Jazzy is a chicken shit anyway. She wouldn't know what to do with a beauty like her."

"You know what, I will go talk to her. Maybe I will get her number. Maybe I'll be the next addition to his harem. What do you think of that?"

In the video, a person that could only be Jasmine headed in the direction of the Harem Queen.

"Oh my god, she is really going to do it. This is going to be priceless."

"Guys, It's messed up that you egged her on like that. You know you can dare her to do anything if you call her a chicken. And she hates it when you call her Jazzy. She doesn't think straight when you annoy her like that."

"Oh, we know. It's almost too easy sometimes. But hey, rejection will be good for her. I'll buy her a bottle of wine to drown her sorrows after she gets shot down. Now, I'm going to get close and see if I can get their conversation in the video. We can laugh about it for the next month."

The image in the video bobbled as the last speaker moved closer. You could clearly see the Harem Queen pull the Stretcher King forward and dance in a circle with him, holding hands as they spun.

And off to the side of the video, an old lady pulled a small pistol out of her purse, aimed and shouted, "Die Demon Spawn!"

Then all hell broke loose.

Brad McDonald, Channel 7 news reporter, cackled with glee. He had paid an arm and a leg for the video of the shooting. The look of pain on that bitch Melissa's face as her precious harem queen lay bleeding on the floor had been worth every penny he spent. The studio had even paid him back ten times over. They aired it uncut and unedited. He didn't give two shits that it was all over the internet in minutes.

For years he had tried to get Melissa in his bed. She had rebuffed his advances every single time. He had heard from a colleague that she was an absolute slut in bed. She would do literally anything and really got off on guys treating her like a cum rag. He had been intrigued, treating women like cum rags was just what he liked. The cities escorts and prostitutes could tell stories. Too bad most of them wouldn't take his money a second time. That was a problem when you treat whores like they deserve. For some reason, they didn't like it.

But then that bitch Melissa got an interview with the new Stretcher King. And to top it all off she became his media liaison by spreading her legs for him. All media requests went through the slut, and Channel 2 got 24 hour access to both the Stretcher King and Harem Queen. If either of them so much as farted, Channel 2 knew about it first. Then came the baseball game, where he was pelted with food and drinks when he tried to get an interview. How was he supposed to know they were conducting a therapy session with a **** victim? A **** victim that turned out to be one of those disgusting shifter animals.

But to top everything off, just this morning that bitch had aired exclusive information on the Stretcher Kings first official orgy. Almost forty women stretched, bred, or healed. And fucking Channel 2 had a reporter on sight for the event.

Finally he had something to give to his bosses. He made out like a bandit, and that bitch slut Melissa got put in her place. It was too bad her precious harem queen was liable to survive.

He had bribed an employee at the DMV to search their records for a possible identification based on the video. It was a long shot, but the police weren't giving out her name. There couldn't be that many short extremely skinny blond women in their mid sixties in the city. With any luck, he'd have her identification by morning.

Before he went to bed, he jerked himself off to thoughts of the Channel 2 weather whore crying over a grave.

"Thank you for arranging this Priestess Emma. I'm sure God hears our prayers and will save our Angel."

Priestess Emma sipped her coffee as she huddled with Lottie for warmth. The spring weather was nice during the day, but it still became cold some nights. Nights like this one. She thanked a member of the congregation for the blanket she was handed and said, "How long have you known Kathy? I only met her recently when I started working for the school."

Lottie wrapped her own blanket around herself and said, "Oh, I only met her recently too, but I've known the Stretcher King since he was a baby. I babysat for the Holy Mother so she and her husband could finish college."

Something clicked in her mind and Emma said, "You're THAT Lottie? You look much too young to be her. Priestess Sonia said you were in your mid sixties but you don't look a day over fifty."

"I thank the Stretcher King and the Harem Queen for that. Ever since he healed me, I've felt years younger. I have more energy than I have had in years too. A month ago I wouldn't have been able to walk that far, much less sing while doing it. But God blessed those two, and through them, I am blessed."

Emma yawned and Lottie said, "Oh, here, Kathy gifted me a vial of Caleb's cum. I always put a couple drops in my coffee. It really perks me up when I'm tired."

Lottie handed over the vial and Emma thanked her. After adding a few drops she sipped and sighed. Caleb's cum was delicious, and even better when shared with a friend.

High Priestess Phong joined them and said, "Priestess Heidi has some tents set up on the far end of the parking lot if either of you would like a nap. The police have been kind enough to park some cruisers over there to block cars from entering the area. Also we will have some space heaters set up in a minute too, if you'd like to get warm."

Lottie said, "Thank you High Priestess. I don't know about Priestess Emma, but I am not tired. I was about to gather the choir to sing 'Heal Me O Lord'."

Phong smiled and said, "Please, Lottie, call me Phong. To have someone of such strong faith be so formal is too much. We are all gathered together in the love of the gods. Let us be equals and I will join you in song. Do you know the Hindu Shloka? Or perhaps the Bodhisattva Chant? They are prayers for healing spoken in song."

"I am sorry Phong, but no. I was raised Christian before I saw that all religions are on the same path."

Phong put her arm around Lottie and said, "Then I will teach them to you. Emma, we are having sandwiches passed out in about an hour but would you see about having breakfast served around five this morning? It looks like there are about a thousand people here. We plan to feed the hospital staff as well. Make sure the volunteers making the food have enough for at least three thousand people and we will give any leftovers to the local homeless shelters and soup kitchens. The tables and chairs are being set up over by the pond on the west side of the hospital. And see to it that we have enough candles to last till dawn. Come along Lottie, we have songs to sing."

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