The Demonic Idol

Life didn't offer a lot of joy for Lydia. Her only daughter was one of them. In fact it was the only thing her former fiancée. Unfortunately the bastard had left her after her pregnancy. She raised her daughter Mary alone, her parents didn't give a lot of help. She thought about finding someone but she failed. Now at 45 she didn't have the mind and the body for finding the prince charming.

She had short brunette hair, a small body with too much fat, a result of hard work and little money. She was pretty in her twenties, with pert D cups and a firm ass but it seemed lost forever for her. Now she lived in a small apartment with her 19 years old daughter, a boring life that is about to change dramatically.

She worked at a second hand shop. Not a good salary but she had the right to take a few articles that couldn't been sold.

Usually she could find something to decorate her room; she had a mall collection of porcelain dolls for example. But today's gift was very different.

It was a small statue she had found a few weeks ago in an old box in the shop. It came from a demolished church, with some books and Christian artifacts. The manager had sold the religious things easily but he had a problem with the statue. So it was finally taken by Lydia.

She didn't know why she accepted it. It felt weird posed near her bed with a few porcelain dolls. But she had accepted it without reservation, guided by a strange impulse. It looked like a small grimacing head, with two horn-likes bumps on top. It was made of black stone, with red highlights. The object was strangely warm on touch and seemed to glow lightly with a red light. Lydia felt a strange tingle in her body when standing near it, but it wasn't unpleasant. She had no idea of the ancient power that's sleeping in this object, a dark power which was weakened, but who could be restored.