The choice

Putting the body back across her shoulder, she sighed, leaving the cathedral and making her way through the upper class area of the city and into the public square, glancing about as others pushed their way through crowds at various shops and stalls. Nearest to her she noticed a **** market, and a bordello, taking a moment to glance to the body resting on her shoulder, “maybe I should sell you to one of them, after all an intact soul in a body is a prize around here.”

Then laughing to herself and shaking her head, “no…no, this is just another of father’s stupid tests. I need to find something interesting to do with you, something that might at least entertain him or show that I am more than just a stupid errand girl for him.”

Leaving the market, she made her way down a back alley, where she could enter her small home. After entering she threw the body down on the floor, “At least I can relax at home and have some time to think about it.”

Slowly she cast off her clothing grabbing a dressing gown hung up on the wall, so she was now only wearing the dressing gown, her panties and thigh high stockings. Grabbing a bottle of Ambrosia from the kitchen and a wine glass she fell into a chair near the corpse. Filling the glass, and sitting the bottle on the table, she took a sip of her wine, as she stared at the body laying across her floor. “okay, what to do, well, maybe I should ask you, my new little darling, it’s just a shame they abused this form so badly before sacrificing you.” leaning forward as she reached down to run her fingers across his cock, “I am curious what it would look like if it was still functioning.”

Sighing once more she leaned back up, sitting the glass on the table next to the bottle and getting up to walk over to the cupboard in the corner of the room. Opening the door, she began to rummage through the shelf, “I know it is in here somewhere.”

Excitedly she steps back from the cuddy, holding a silver framed mirror in her hands, “perfect, this should work.” Walking back over to the corpse on the floor kicking him so that he lay flat on his back, and then leaning down to place the mirror atop the center of his chest.

Going back to her seat and taking another sip of her wine, she extended the other hand fingers outstretched. Taking a deep breath, she slowly chanted,

“Lost soul, I beckon you,

Lost soul, heed your mistress’s call,

Leave this useless form and enter the reflection.

Lost soul, I call of you,

Obey my word.”

With that a soft glow formed around the body, growing smaller and tighter till it was a ball at the center of his chest. Then the mirror began to vibrate, as the glowing ball was absorbed within.

Reaching down she picked the mirror up placing it upon the table facing her, “Hello, human, it is so nice to meet you, my little pet?”

Clouds danced within the mirror, forming into facial features, and a voice, weakly and nervously responded. “Where am I? What happended? I can’t feel my body.”

Hekate chuckled, taking another sip of Ambrosia, “you were sacrificed, and died. You were given to me, by those that never cared for you, but lost one, if you accept all I offer, I will care for you more than any other.”

The face in the mirror blinked, shock evident in his eyes, “I…I died….but…but…”

With that Hekate picked up the mirror and pointed it to the body on the floor, “See that’s you there, I decided to put you in a mirror till I can decide what to do with your soul.”

The face in the mirror blinked in horror, realizing this must be a nightmare, “but…but I can’t be dead. I….I never…..”

Taking one more sip of her wine, she mused, “I could leave you in this mirror, and have someone at home to talk with me from time to time. Or perhaps, I could create you a new body and have you attend to all my needs in the Abyss for Eternity. A wicked gleam sparkled in her lavender eyes, “Or I could send you back to your mortal realm, with a new body and power. The power needed to thrive in your world, if you would just to be my agent there.”

The soul’s face twisted in disbelief, as if clinging to the hope that this was some kind of nightmare. “This can’t be real… It’s not possible…”

Hekate sighed, growing impatient. “Sweetheart, I need you to focus. I can’t form a pact unless you accept. And if you don’t… well, I don’t need you for much else. You’ll just be my servant—forever.”

She tapped a finger on the edge of the mirror, eyes narrowing as she waited for his response.