The First Disciple Holds a Meeting

Kerry glanced up and down the hallway, no one was within sight as she carefully opened the door just enough to slip through before closing it behind her, resealing the room from outside perceptions.

Turning around Kerry could only smile at what was transpiring. The board room table sat on its side against the window, the chairs that paired with it scattered out of the way of the ceremony now occupying the room.

An ornate pentagram glowed on the floor, at each point an intern was kneeling with a final one in the center, heads were skywards moaning, groaning, and screaming as they masturbated into bowls before or beneath them, eyes clenched shut.

"I do love what you've done with the place." Kerry complimented the guise of her boss as it paced around the circle that encompassed his ceremony.

"Why thank you. These young virile souls are working out splendidly." The First Disciple remarked gazing at the young female intern at the center of the pentagram. "Ensure these interns are granted tomorrow off. We will need their spiritual energy to recharge before continuing the use of them here. Also ensure we acquire 6 more untouched interns for tomorrow." The First Disciple missed the days of old, when such a ceremony would be done with the finest of sacrifices never expected to return to their villages.

He thought about one time this ceremony had been performed to help obscure their Idol's actions in an area that became part of France. The sacrifices remained entrapped in visions of ecstasy until their souls burned away, their innocence consumed concealing the actions of the Idol being perceived by outsiders.

The First Disciple smiled remembering the resulting husks, beautiful demonically twisted bodies, perfect shells for returning the Idol's finest acolytes from their oblivion.

As he circled the room the First Disciple considered his actions. The call center needed this ceremony to conceal the corruption of its agents, and through them reach out to those who call, to those they go home to, and those who they socialize with and beyond.

Sadly that meant accounting for how people don't just go missing in this era.

"The meeting is upstairs in 10 minutes." Kerry stated interrupting the train of thoughts and reminiscence the First Disciple was lost in as he contemplated the Idol's growth in this era.

"Excellent. After a long dark age may the Idol return to its proper place, spawning pantheon's of deities to rule beneath it, gathering the beliefs of the masses to feed it." The First Disciple declared walking over to Kerry at the door.

"Well, the contracts are ready and waiting in the boardroom. May they aid in a return to those days when the Idol's influence spawned any number of mythic creatures, and the fear and worship of those wishing to be sacrificed." Kerry responded handing a suitcase to the First Disciple.

"The contracts purport to be for significant financial bonus for our call centre's expansion to cover a larger geographic area. Its incentive to speed up implementation of accommodating the expansion." Kerry briefed as the two walked out into the hall and towards the elevator.

"How do we ensure that none of them catch on?" The First Disciple inquired, thinking about how quickly his contract had consumed his soul.

"Just like any contract with the Idol, their desires will be their undoing." Kerry responded, as long as they didn't suspect the threat they wouldn't perceive it. “After they sign any consent with one who is touched by the Idol with seal the contract as a final affirmation.” Kerry continued exchanging prolonged glances with an attractive couple she could sense the Idol's taint on. She smiled to herself as she heard them slip into the stair well by the elevator.

"Do you plan to take their deaths?" The First Disciple inquired as they waited by the elevator.

"No. I've seen the visions, the Idol wants us to utilize the misdirection that has hidden it from hunting since ancient Egypt. If our enemies do surface, or even just menial demon hunters, it is valuable having allies who can possibly die to make them feeling emboldened, or successful." Kerry replied as the elevator doors opened.

Stepping in they each made casual greetings to those already in the elevator. "Is there any wording that stands out in the agreements that will be an issue?" The First Disciple asked remember how his bodies former owner had noted the clauses pertaining to his soul in the contract that had condemned him.

"Its all covered in the fine print sir. There shouldn't be any problems." Kerry replied as they stepped past the other people growing increasingly frisky in elevator from the pheromone exposures. "I'll remain outside the room if needed."

Kerry walked off towards some nearby desks to flirt as the Chief Executive entered the boardroom meeting. He gazed around, the head of IT, HR, The Call Floor, Administration, Accounting, Security. All accounted for.

"Let's keep this brief. We need these quickly signed and sent out today. We've secured contracts to expand into servicing the greater metropolitan area. This could mean an increase of," flipping a page the First Disciple whistled attempting to emulate his bodies former soul. "An additional 6 million house holds. Now these all will provide a significant financial compensation as shown on paragraph 6, the big bonus is to quickly move to expand to accommodate this increased territory ahead of the transition deadline to our centre early next year." Looking up the First Disciple smiled at how smoothly he seemed to be going through this, the experiences of his host body obviously were what he had drawn on as he talked about things he couldn't have imagined in any of his past lives. "Any questions?"

"I'm already dealing with paying for electricians to stand around as future expansion conduits don't exist where they should. How are we going to afford the infrastructure expansion for data centre and call volume?" Stuart asked immediately, crudely cutting off some of his peers who went to signal their chance to speak.

"The surrounding municipalities are slated to provide infrastructure injections to cover all associated costs with our expansion, we have a preliminary budget which obviously they understand may be exceeded by unforeseen costs such as you found today." The First Disciple replied looking at HR. "We will need to begin human resource developments, the leased office space on the ninth and tenth floors is being shut down for us to relocate offices to allowing the call floor to be expanded onto the next two floors. We will go through the numbers tomorrow accounting, and Administration I'm sorry you've been kept out of the loop on this coming down, but it sort of just happened due to some aging infrastructure that they don't want to sink money into. As a Private Public Partnership we are of course out to insure out corporate interests in expansion. Now, I am solely concerned with these contracts. Questions about them?"

There were some murmurs and little in terms of questions as the meeting's attendants flipped through the contracts. HR and IT were taking the longest and being the most thorough, their initials sprawling across the bottoms of the document page by page as they failed to perceive any threat.

"If you've signed your contracts you can go, I do need HR, Security and Call Centre floor to remain for a briefing on our first stages." The First Disciple announced dismissing most of the meeting occupants sitting at the head of the table as he waited patiently for them to finish up with their contracts and leave.

As the last of the dismissed department heads left Kerry strutted in, closing the door behind herself and quickly drawing a rune across it, sealing the room.

"My dear, bear witness to the Contracts being signed." The First Disciple requested pointing at the assorted documents on the table.

Kerry's human fascade and clothing dispersed revealing the flawless midnight blue complexion of her true form. The sudden surprise, terror, and subconscious arousal of the rooms human occupants amused her and The First Disciple, laughs emerging from both of them as Ralph from the Call Centre found the will to try fleeing only to find the door unwilling to budge.

The Idol's demons didn't feel any need to address the panicked individual, they were content to go about their business knowing full well they had control of the room.

Kerry casually strutted up to the first contract, placing a hand upon it, bursting into a black flame it left little more than an ashy imprint behind.

She continued her way down to the head of Security. She deliberately brushed her pheromone releasing body against him as Reggie's contract burst into flame. She smiled malevolently as he flinched slightly before the flames that consumed his contract. Cupping his cheeks in her hands she stared into his dark eyes before kissing him passionately.

As she resumed her way around the table she looked back at him. "I wonder which past disciple you'll become."

The Kristen, head of HR felt frozen stiff. As the dark blue woman approached closer Kristen felt like she was only growing stiffer. Her mind was alarmed and panicked, but some strange calming voice seemed to keep her locked here, calmly comforting her. Telling her it was already too late for concern

As the Witness got to Kristen she brought her arms down on either side of her at the table, She relished the teased sensation on her midnight blue breasts as she pressed them against the back of the woman's head leaning over her as her contract vanished in black flame.

Kristen stared wide eyed as her contract vanished, a huge burden seemed to lift off of her. New urges and thoughts began to permeate her mind as she gazed across the table at the head of security. But she felt like they both were being held, waiting for some ethereal green light to allow them to traverse the space between them.

Kristen felt a sadness descend on her as she felt the firm breasts pull away. She considered turning her head to gaze upon the demonic slut, but oddly felt compelled to remain facing forwards, across to her counterpart from security.

As Kerry finished her round of the table she shook her head. “It would seem Stuart didn’t sign in a binding way. Shall I pursue him?”

“I see no need. The Idol is confident he poses no threat.” Getting up the First Disciple walked over to the whimpering collapsed man at the door. “Silence.” He commanded smiling with delight as the mortal found himself suddenly mute and panicked more by the door. “You oddly willful person, you gave us your soul, and with it that shell.” Snapping his clawed fingers the First Disciple smiled as the three individuals in the room became engulfed in black flame.

Kristen flung herself unto the table, screaming in delight as her clothes were scorched away leaving her bare form rippled in goosebumps with pleasure. As she panted heavily in recovery after the flames subsided she smiled and giggled. She felt terror, or her soul did. Her body was giddy with excitement, overjoyed by the first taste of the Idol's pleasure. Her body growing eager and excited by the idea of its native soul being scorched away to revive not just some mythic demonic beast, but a goddess of legend.

Her body rolled over, fondling a breast and massaging her clit as her body grew more sensitive, aroused and wanton of the Idol to make use of it.

Reggie hunched over the table. The flames torturous pleasure had driven him to his feet, he now hungrily stroked his shaft willing the raging erection harder and larger. He kept himself propped up on the table with one arm, being careful to ensure his cock was presented for all to see.

His soul should have been fearful and concerned for itself, instead it was excited. The flames had given a taste of what was to come, and Reggie's desire to be more, and superior was being satiated. So satiated he was unaware that his own being would be expunged to make way for the ancient spirit to take root in his form. He roared with desire staring down at the head of Human Resources as his mind thought of just how useful human resources could be… at fucking.

Ralph regretted it all. He hated the call center, where life had lead him, and that it was about to be over for him. He had spent most of his life an overly neat loner, something he only begun to regret now after experiencing the surge of pleasure from the flames that had exposed him to the room.

Ralph stroked his cock aggressively to new thoughts and pleasures dancing through his mind in a parade heralding the impending arrival of the new owner of this soon to be vacated husk. His body cried for more pleasure, needing the sexual tension to help fuel his body being reformed into a vessel truly fitting it’s new owner.

He pleadingly gazed towards the others in the room, more or less left abandoned in the corner as the Idol's First Disciple and Witness began fondling each other as they gazed upon the much less resistant souls before them on the table.

The First Disciple gazed around the rooms at his charges. He contemplated which loyal past disciples the Idol would send to aid them.