The Invocation

Dumas let the towel drop and stood naked by the desk. He raised his hand and started swirling them in the air, almost as if he were drawing something. I felt something horrible in the pit of my gut. I didn't know what it was, but I gritted my teeth and watched. He was mumbling something I couldn't make out through the door. Suddenly, it sounded like a branch snapped in the room. I looked around, but there was nothing. It snapped again, and again, picking up speed like ice cracking on a lake before it all fell through.

I didn't notice it at first. I think it was my mind trying to protect me. It wasn't anything in the room that was cracking, it was the room itself. Small, dark lines in the air snaked away from his gestures and started to widen. My jaw dropped as he threw is arms up, and it all shattered. He was in a pillar of darkness illuminated by a strange purple and red light. A ring of swirling smoke kept the boundary between whatever reality he had opened and the real world. I drew the .45 and waited, my heart feeling like it was blow apart like a grenade it was pumping so hard.

Dumas brought his hands together and bowed his head. I could see something leaking out of his eyes and nose and mouth. Thin tendrils of energy drifted from his ears and cockhead and every other hole and scar on him. They were forming something not quite human in front of him. And suddenly, I felt a dull thud on the back of my head, and everything swirled into darkness.

I had a dream that was more than a dream. Vivid in every detail, as real as a punch in the face. I was on a battlefield, but not like the ones I'd fought on in Normandy. This was much, much worse. Burning feathers drifted through the air. I could hear the bombardments over the next ridge. I reached for my .45 and found a leaf-bladed bronze sword instead. I drew it and saw it was caked in gore. A man was lying face down in front of me. He was oozing blood onto the baked clay of the Earth from two huge wounds on his back. Another burning feather drifted passed me. I was standing at the sight of the First Battle. I was knee deep in the smoldering remains of a million of the Fallen, and breathing in the ash of angel wings.

When I topped the hill, I thought I was going to die just from the sight of it. The air was full of burning, swirling feathers. Figures lay all over the place, thousands and thousands of writhing, bleeding, moaning creatures. They tore at each other desperately, stabbing and ripping and biting, both male and female and a few that seemed to be both.

Most were almost human, some were far, far from it. Obscene things crawled among them with faces that looked like gas masks. Huge glistening eyes and long snouts, thin limbs and sunken in chests. They would hover over the corpses of the angels and start sucking out the blood and juices. **** wasn't their only hunger, either. A woman with charred wings limped through the horrors around her, eyes wild. They pounced on her and held her down. I watched in disgust as one of them spread her legs and started fucking her as she screamed. Her golden hair reminded me of Pris's. I watched as her perfect breasts were mauled by knobby fingers and her delicate mouth stuffed full with a dripping cock from another of the pack. Everywhere I turned, I saw fresh horrors.

This was Hell.

I was shaking when I felt a soft hand touch my shoulder. I turned a raised the sword. Carol Tanner stood there completely naked, the smile on her face the same as when a dame has just had an orgasm and realized that she loves you and you are still inside of her. I hadn't realized it, but I was just as naked as she was, and as naked as everyone else here. She came close to me. "You don't have to see it this way, Mike. Heaven and Hell; its all how you look at it."

Her hand slid up my arm, and delicate fingers held onto the hilt of the sword as she pressed her warm, oiled body against mine. Her lips kissed my chest, my neck, and finally my lips. I let the sword drop from my hand as our fingers intertwined. My cock was throbbing, painfully stiff and erect, every second we touched. Her hair ran through my fingers like smoke it was so light. The swirls of burning feathers surrounded us as we lay down on the blasted Earth amidst the juices of the dead and dying.

She gently pushed me down and brushed her hair behind her ear. She stood over me, her liquidly pussy lips directly above my head. I had just seen this happen, so it was no surprise when she lowered her cunt onto my mouth. I slid my tongue out and dipped into her sweet, moist hole. I felt each drop of it tingle like it was a swirling charged liquid with a mind of its own.