Background on Darius

"So you can run back to your master and tell him I'm coming? I don't think so." I said, the wickedness of my plan evident on my face. "No. Pris, get back in the circle. Liluza, I command you enter her body and provide her with full use of your powers." Pris's eyes went wide.

"Mike, I don't.."

"Can it. This is the only way. It'll only be a little while and we cant risk her being used against us. She has to obey me until dismissed."

"I will do as you command." Liluza said, already moving toward Pris. The leggy blonde knew I meant business. She sighed, and stepped forward. "Don't worry, lovely. You will definitely enjoy it. I'll see to that," the succubus said, disappearing into a gray cloud and flowing into Pris. She moaned as the smoke entered her, her hands playing over her body, gripping her cunt as the smoke filled it. It was all I could do to not rip that skirt off and fuck her again.

Finally, she said "Mike, I can feel her inside me. Its like I'm constantly just about to cum! Oh god! Mike, fuck me!" Her eyes were filled with azure sparks as Liluza asserted herself in Pris's mind. "Please fuck me!" Pris said, already unzipping my pants. I pushed her back.

"No. That gives her more power over you." I said, not sure if I could resist her much longer. The gorgeous blonde sighed, and I saw the shimmer in her eyes return to normal.

"Jeez!" she let out, turning away in shame. I didn't say anything, just got the keys and walked out into the frozen, cold night. I only hoped I wasn't too late.

On the drive over I grilled Liluza for more information on Kaine. His mother was nuts. Filled his head full of things his family had done. Some of it might have even been true. ****, sacrifices to the Devil. the whole shebang. She sent him off to learn the "family tradition" against his will. He wanted nothing to do with the stuff.

He started studying the Art before the Great War in the Swiss alps under the tutelage of a German demonologist named Strauss. He fled his teacher after being **** to watch a Goat Demon fuck the old kraut in a ritual. Made his back to France after a year of study and promptly discovered his home had been wiped out by artillery fire some months before and his mother was gone, and so was the family vault. He was 19 years old, and out of options.

He faked some papers and hopped on a ship heading for England. His luck continued to be lousy since that ship got hit by a U Boat torpedo and started to sink, a hundred miles off the coast. As he was being pulled under with the wreckage, he gave in to his heritage.

He grabbed a panicking passenger, pulled them into a burning room, and stabbed them to **** with a kitchen knife in a frenzied, demonic ritual he'd learned from his master. Covered in blood on a burning, sinking ship. He made his Pact.

The next morning he awoke in the bay, and had quite a few promises to keep. He found the Coven almost immediately. With demonic help he convinced the girls to accept him. He rose in power quickly, using the girls to get him in with the mafia, and using the mafia as a way to rack up the body count for his demonic master. His mastery of the Art allowed him to influence those around him, strike out with demonic hitmen when conventional ones would be too suspicious. For a decades, it worked perfectly.

Then one day his master didn't answer him. That was the day his master, Yeziroth; was bound into my body. And now instead of merely getting a few of the benefits, he wanted the whole package. He didn't want to make Yeziroth bound to him, he wanted to consume him whole, getting all of his power for himself, and Liluza says she think he has found a way.

I floored the pedal and blasted through the snow, the darkness, and **** my teeth to stop grinding against each other. "Okay Mike. We only have one shot at this." I said to myself.

"Here's the plan." I said, a grim, cold feeling creeping into my heart. This was going to be one helluva night.