Chapter 16 - In the Pale Moonlight (mf)

Author's Note:
It's been almost two years since the last chapter :D  To say that I've had some writer's block is an understatement.  Just trying to find an ending to this thing, but now at least a little closer.

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The tunnels and catacombs beneath Empire City were labyrinthine.  With such a dense and maze-like undercity, one would expect a multitude of exits.  However, only a handful actually existed; fewer thoroughfares meant less likelihood that the general public would stumble upon them.  Most but not all pathways to the underground were within the Devil's Corner proper.  Yet one was an old subway maintenance shaft that exited into an abandoned factory in the Steelport district and this was the one which Ashwynn stumbled out of that night.

The buxom demon hunter looked worse for wear from that night's festivities.  Her clothes were tattered and stained with (demon) blood.  Dried yet still sticky cum stained her hair and her ass remained a little sore.  The stock of her rifle had a new crack in it and she was half dragging her sword behind her.  She'd been in many close scrapes in her life but this one may have taken the cake.

"Or maybe it was never that close," she muttered to herself aloud.  At any time in her life when she was in a battle that seemed to be the end for her, she would summon some unseen strength and emerge victorious.  Previously she thought she was just very lucky and very plucky.  Now she knew the truth: she was a demon.  Or at least half of one.  It seemed so damned obvious to her now.

Her 'father' had a lot of explaining to do.  First off, why did he never tell her that she was a half-demon?  Why'd he never tell her that he was her true father, rather than passing her off as an adopted daughter?  Why would he have an immoral tryst with Lilith?  What was his plan for her?  Was she just to be his special weapon in his war against Hell?  And why---

"Oh fucking shit," Ashwynn said quietly as she stepped out of the confines of the darkened factory.  Looking down at her smartphone she saw that she had over a dozen missed calls and messages, mostly from Roxie but also from Jack Greyfur.  She tapped on her phone for the last voicemail.

"Back to work, I guess," Ashwynn muttered in resignation.  “No rest for the—”  Her words trailed off as she listened.  At first, she only felt numbness.  Her fingers chilled cold and her nerves froze.  Then came a strike of sadness as tears began to form in her eyes.  Then finally the anger boiled, the familiar rage growing within her.

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It was a statement to the reputation of William Covington that his funeral was very well attended by a myriad of dignitaries, human or otherwise. More than a few Enclave members were present — old priests and nuns who knew him for decades.  More surprising were the witches, Lycans, vampires and even demons that came by to pay respects.  He was in many ways the last of the old school demon hunters, back when the trade was more civilized.  The disparate souls of the funeral party gathered at the relatively quiet graveyard down the street from his church of residence.  A priest addressed the gathered, speaking of the life of William and his effect on those present.

Notably absent from the service was his daughter, Ashwynn.  Unnoticed, she stood quietly behind a large gravestone, about a hundred yards away.  There was no shortage of work, as demonic activity was on the uptick on the Devil’s Corner.  But the past weeks were spent drinking, thinking and stewing in anger at her ‘adopted’ father.  The lie that her life was.  Her monstrous mother.  Her purpose in life was evidently as some pawn in the cosmic chess game and she wanted none of it.

The priest stood behind the small pulpit erected amidst the graveyard.  He was a frail-looking man, more bone and age than flesh.  She recognized him as Archbishop Francois Durand, head of the Empire City Archdiocese and also the leader of the Enclave in the city.  He looked a hundred years old, but his voice was still strong and resolute.  Even detached as she was from the main funeral party, she could hear every word he spoke, his voice carrying in the cool damp air.

“Let us not mourn the dead,” he said slowly.  “William would have had none of this maudlin showing.  He was a man of action, of decision.  It was his hands that shaped the peace that we have enjoyed for so many years.”  The old man gestured at the surroundings.  “All of this was William.  Before him, there was constant conflict, ever present violence.  In his time, he slew but also mended.  He fought the battles needed to maintain the peace.  The younger ones here may only know the introspective man he became in his later years.  I knew the warrior.”  He said the last with a clenched fist shaking in the air.

His voice subsided slightly.  “He was not a perfect man.  He had flaws.  Sins.  Even regrets.  He was no angel.”  Durand’s beady little eyes narrowed on the angels present, who shifted uncomfortably under his gaze.  “He was but a man.  Foolish, fallible and all too mortal.  In this great game of ours, so many walk on this earth for hundreds, even thousands of years.  But let it be a measure of his greatness that he achieved during his brief burning wick of life far more than most of the eternal angels and demons of this plane.”

Briefly, Durand’s eyes flit over to where Ashwynn stood.  She felt his gaze on her, even as she stood shrouded behind the gravestone.  “He leaves behind a loving daughter and a grateful community.  Dark times rise against us.  He would want us to forge ahead.”  His words hung grim.

Ashwynn slipped away from the funeral.  Regardless of what the Archbishop said, all of her father’s love towards her was marked with a giant asterisk that was the original lie.  For a long time she wondered who her father and mother were.  She’d even asked him what his theories on her origin were.  Clearly, she was no normal woman.  He would just feign ignorance when he always knew.  He would look into her eyes and say that one day he would help her find her parents.  All lies.

She’d spent the several days in her apartment away from anyone’s eyes, demonic or otherwise.  She figured Lilith could find her if that’s what the demon queen wanted.  Her mother.  She couldn’t imagine what her father was thinking, hooking up with such a powerful demon.  Did she seduce him?  Or was it part of some cosmic deal?  It made Ashwynn angry just thinking about it.

She walked the quiet streets towards her home.  The cemetery was on the edge of Old Liberty; it was a short hike back to the Corner.  She was unarmed, but there were no demons in sight.  Oddly, she noted as she walked, there wasn’t really anyone in sight.  Cars sat unmoving on the curbs and storefronts looked deserted.  A strange chill ran down her spine as she felt a presence, almost a discomfort between her shoulder blades.  It was something she’d never felt before.  Not fear or a sense of dread — instead she felt as if she was under the eye of some cosmic and existential threat.  It was a rare occasion when the seasoned demon hunter truly felt like prey.  The sensation stopped her in her tracks as she looked for the cause.  Her hands instinctively went to her belt, but it was empty.  No sword or pistol was present to grasp, but she knew in her heart that what ever stalked her would not fear steel.

“Oh, little flower,” said a silky and sinister voice behind her.  Ashwynn whirled around to see a man.  He was like every man she’d ever seen, yet like no man she’d ever met.  He looked middle aged, but like an old fine wine as opposed to haggard.  There was a bit of gray in his otherwise raven hair.  He was tall, though not overly so, and well-built.  He wore a black trench coat, with a handsome black suit underneath.  A royal purple tie was the only color to his outfit.  He looked like a stock broker, Ashwynn thought, but had the air of an emperor.  “My wayward little flower.”

“I’m not a flower.  Also, who the fuck are you?” Ashwynn replied briskly.  She was annoyed by this interloper’s words and the smug grin on his face.  In fact her first instinct was to just slug him across the face.  But as much as it confused her, there was no denying it — she was incredibly aroused and she had no idea why.

He brushed off her words like so much chaff.  “My kind of weather,” he said simply, looking up at the cloudy sky.  “A little damp, a little dark.  He does do a good job with his canvas sometimes.”

“Yeah, okay,” Ashwynn said in response.  She eyed the man with suspicion and growing interest.  Her panties were getting moist, bewildering her.  For all of her prior sexual proclivities, since her ‘father’ had died she’d been with no one.  She hadn’t felt an ounce of lust since then, only rage.  The sudden response of her libido to this stranger was off-putting to say the least.  She figured he was some creepy yet exceptionally powerful incubus or some other superhuman being.  Regardless of the rising heat in her, her brain still had enough self-control to steer her away.  “I’ll be leaving now.”  

“Lilith moves against this world,” the man replied.  Those words stopped Ashwynn in her tracks once again.  “And you’re going to walk away?”

Ashwynn whirled around at the man, getting up into his face.  His eyes twinkled with amusement as he looked down upon her.  “What the fuck do you know?!” she shouted.  “She can have the city for all I fucking care!  Angels and demons, werewolves and vampires, Old Gods and New!  It’s the same old shit, just like any other god damned time!”

“Is it?” the man said icily.  There was a heaviness in his voice, a danger.  “So what — do you believe that all this will work itself out, while you drink and brood?”

“Figure so,” replied Ashwynn, defiance in her voice.  “I’m tired of being the puppet to all these puppeteers.  Lilith, the Enclave, the Circle, the garbage men for all I care — they can all go kill each other.  I’m done with this shit.”

The man shook his head.  “The great Ashwynn Covington, terror of the demonic legions and savior of the meek and feeble.  Brought down by a little ennui.”

“I’m a pretty damn good fuck, too,” the demon huntress replied.  Her panties were right soaked at this point.  An aura surrounded the mysterious stranger, emanating and touching her at her core.  Her nipples were rock hard and she was sure that her juices were visibly bleeding through onto her pants.  A voice in the back of her head told her she needed to get out of there.

He grinned at her response but pressed on.  “Why so much anger at the world?  Your father was killed which is a fine reason to be enraged.  But why not try to avenge him then?  Is it the revelation of your father’s true fatherhood?  Because that seems inconsequential.  He acted as your father regardless of whether he admitted that he was your blood.  Damned better fate than those out there without fathers at all.”  He stepped closer to her.  She wanted to back away from him, but found herself strangely transfixed in his sight.  Her breathing quickened as she felt his presence around her.

She tried to look away.  “None of this is your business.  Now…let me go.”  Her hands shook.  She’d never felt this way before.  Usually brash and brazen to the end, she felt weakened.

“Let you go?  Go where?” he replied sinisterly.  “Now back to it.  No, I think you feel the…blood…in you.  That demon within, always present before but never acknowledged.  You just thought it part of your personality and part of your innate strength.  You believed that it was a power that could be shaped and molded.  But now that you know what it is…you are afraid that it might take you.  That maybe it is a force that can control you and define you.”

“And are you going to tell me that it isn’t?  That the demon within me is not who I am?” Ashwynn replied.

“Of course not,” the stranger responded succinctly.  “It is who you are.  Once you get over that simple fact, then you will find your true path.  Embrace the demon and its power.  Otherwise, you reject your true self and will fall and die like everything else.”

Ashwynn was in a daze.  The lust was unbearable.  She wanted this man (or whatever he was) to seize her throat and fuck her raw.  She wanted his seed deep within her and then she wanted to guzzle the remainder down her throat.  This was no incubus and no mere demon.  She felt on him the smell of the divine and the damned.   “What would you have me do?”

His gaze was steely.  “This world will be mine…in time.  Lilith seeks to upset the balance.  Put her back in her place.”  He reached out, lightly caressing Ashwynn’s face.  She felt her knees weaken as a jolt of pleasure shuddered through her.  “I can give you the power you need to defeat her.  And I can take you away from this ungrateful world.”

“And what do you want in exchange for this power?” Ashwynn replied, a last fade of uncertainty in her voice.

Suddenly, the world fell away.  No longer was she on a street corner in Empire City.  She stood in the blackness of a void, standing on an invisible ground.  It was just her and the man.  Her clothes were gone, her divinely perfect body nude in front of the stranger.  No longer was he in the guise of a man.  He stood towering over her, his skin blackened like charred stone.  His eyes burned red and his hair was smoldering flame.  His body looked hard as rock.  Broken and burnt wings extended from his back and between his legs dangled the longest male organ she’d ever seen.  The thick and veiny member ballooned out into a plump head at the end.  Two massive balls hung slung underneath.  His identity was undeniable.  Few ever met the Fallen Angel and none were ever unchanged.

“My price is simple: your eternal soul.  Do this and take your place at my side on the infernal throne.”  His wings stretched out as he said the words, while his dick pulsed and hardened to full size.  Immense power emanated from it and Ashwynn’s mouth and pussy both watered.

Her mind was pulled in all directions.  Of course she would refuse, a voice would say.  Then another would whisper of the glorious pleasure that he offered.  He was the great evil, came the reply!  Then her eyes once again fell upon his hanging cock.  Demon hunter or demon?  Good or evil?  Pain or pleasure?  

Or both?

“I accept,” her words came breathlessly.  She slowly sunk to her knees as Lucifer laughed, a low and rumbling thunder in the darkness of the voice.  Her fingers reached out and gingerly touched the demon cock, feeling the heat beneath.  Then she grasped the large rod with both hands, leaning in.  Her tongue rolled over the head, eagerly lapping up the pre-cum already oozing from its head.  It was surprisingly sweet, as she almost expected to taste brimstone.  Her ministrations moved downward, as she slowly slid her tongue down the shaft.  Pushing it upwards against his belly, she began rapidly pumping him as she suckled on his engorged balls.  Each was the size of an apple and she buried herself in slathering his ball sack with her mouth.

She lusted for his cock so badly that she could feel herself dripping below.  Juices ran down her leg as she pulled his dick back down, preparing herself for the blowjob of her life.  His cock was not so thick that she didn’t think she could take him into her throat.  Opening wide, she slid her mouth onto his rock hard cock, feeling the pulsing flesh wedge into her throat.  She took him as far as she could go, holding him there.

Lucifer groaned.  He was not accustomed to ‘foreplay’.  Still, he let her go at her pace, for now.  She began bobbing her head on his dick, his length diving in and out of her mouth.  She looked up at him while she sucked his infernal cock, those piercing green eyes peering up in resolute earnestness.  Her hands both gripped the shaft, pumping even as she deepthroated him.

“Impressive,” the devil rumbled.  “Even better than your mother.  The fear is gone from you, child.  I sense only purpose now.  Tell me…what is it that you desire now?”

Ashwynn pulled her mouth off of him, still jerking.  “Fuck me,” she said quietly but sternly.  “I need you to fuck me!”

Lucifer smiled, giving an approving nod.  Then with one swift movement of his powerful right hand, he seized her by the throat, cutting the air from her lungs.  He wrenched her upwards, grasping at her thigh.  Ashwynn wrapped her arms around his thick neck and her legs around his waist, preparing herself for what was to come.  Releasing her neck, he took both of his hands onto her waist and slammed her down on his dick.  

“FUCKING SHIT!” she shouted in the darkness as he impaled her fully.  Her eyes bulged as she felt him thrust hard against her pelvis.  Reflexively she clutched at him tighter, her large tits mashing against his chest.  Lucifer was no gentle lover — he started to jackhammer her from below, pistoning his massive cock into her very willing cunt.  Less than a dozen thrusts in she felt her body seize with her first orgasm.  Her muscles spasmed wildly as her tongue lolled out of her mouth, dripping saliva.  Each smack of his balls against her ass resonated and echoed in the void.

“This pleasure is what your eternity will be if you complete your ask,” asserted Lucifer.  “You will serve as my right hand.  You will supplant your mother as my chosen Queen.”  He roughly grasped at a massive breast, kneading the flesh.  “In the realms of Hell you will breed the next generation of my children.  They will storm the Gates of Heaven and we will rewrite the scriptures in Our name!”

“Yeesssss!” Ashwynn squealed as she was roughly fucked.  Her mind was a blur of pleasure and ecstasy.  Her father, Roxie, Kaylee, Cynthia, all of them — none of it mattered.  All that mattered was the demonic phallus penetrating her depths.  “Cum inside me!  Give me your gift!”

Lucifer grinned, replying, “As you wish, my wayward demon hunter.”  He buried himself in her with a mighty shove of his hips, loosing a deluge of hot white cum into depths.  A flood spilled out of her over-filled cunt, splashing onto the ground below.  Ashwynn threw her head back, crimson hair flipping into the air.  Her vision darkened as she nearly passed out from cumming once more.  As his seed soaked into her womanhood, she could feel his power emanate within her.  Her muscles tightened, strengthening under the skin.  He spoke, “Not done yet, my champion.”

He deftly flipped her around, leaving Ashwynn suspended over the floor.  He had one clawed hand on her waist and another on her throat, easily keeping her aloft with his vice-like grip.  Her legs dangled underneath her as she hung over a foot off the floor.  Then without warning she felt the massiveness of his shaft press against her puckered ass.

“OH GOD!” she cried out as she felt the intruder press its way into her tight asshole.  It was her demonic heritage that allowed the immense phallus in; any mortal would’ve been torn apart by the assault.  With his mighty grasp he shoved himself in and out of her ass, stretching it with each motion.  The pain was easily the most intense sensation she’d ever felt, but the pleasure responded in kind.  She nearly passed out from the feeling, but instead let out a guttural sound with each intrusion.

“Ugh!  Fuck!  God!  Yes!” she wailed as her ass was fucked raw.  Her tits flopped about as he rammed her.  She felt his grip tighten around her throat, choking her.  She sputtered and her vision once again darkened.  “Guk! Guk! Uck!”  Instinctively, her hands grasped at his hand to try to wrench herself free, but it was pointless.  Thankfully, just as she thought she was going to slip into the darkness, his grip slackened just a little.  She sucked in air, like through a straw.  Her head was dizzy with pleasure.  Taking a different tack, her hands went to her cunt, as she used both to vigorously frig her pussy.

“YES LUCIFER!!” she squealed as she came a third time.  Suddenly she felt herself falling as he let go of her.  She braced the impact with her hands and knees and spun around.

“Accept my power!” Satan himself roared.  He grabbed her by the hair and brutally shoved his cock down her throat.  She sputtered as she struggled to deepthroat the sudden invader.  Then came the next torrent of semen, spilling down her gullet.  She swallowed as fast and as hard as she could but there was no use.  It came bubbling up as she gagged, spilling out of the corners of her mouth and even out her nose.  She became lightheaded as her air became short, but there was no use trying to stop him.  Nor did she want to, as once again she felt a surge of power in her fingertips.  After almost a minute he finally let go, a sputtering and coughing Ashwynn struggling to regain her breath.  Cum flowed down her cheeks and onto her neck.  Surprisingly there was not a tear in her eye.  

Lucifer roared in laughter at the sight of the demon hunter.  “Are you ready to accept the gift for a third and final time, or do you need a break?”

Glaring, Ashwynn immediately seized his cock in one hand and brought her breasts to bear.  Squatting at his feet, she wrapped up his boobs in their soft flesh, her nipples hard between her fingers.  Laughing in delight, the devil began pumping his dick between her breasts, lubricated by slippery cum.  His gargantuan balls slapped against the underside of her bust.  She looked at him defiantly.  She was no meek servant.  If she were to reign, she would do so as an equal.  The demon was not taking hold — she was the demon!

“Excellent!” Lucifer shouted to the darkness.  “I christen you, Ashwynn Covington.  Take my final gift!  Complete your task and be mine forever!”

Seizing his cock with both hands once more, she rapidly began to jerk him off, mouth agape as she prepared for his climax.  A stream of cum erupted from his cock, splattering all over her face.  She gagged as he sprayed down her mouth — as she turned away, cum cascaded down her neck and outlined the curve of her huge mammaries.  She guzzled his cum eagerly, savoring the taste of demonhood.  With her hands she scooped up the white bounty from her skin, gorging herself.  She trembled with her new found power and, as she looked up at him with those piercing green eyes, even Lucifer was given pause.  She looked resolute, as if she knew exactly what she had to do.

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A man stood at a street corner, reading a newspaper.  He was a bank teller, working at the local branch of the Bank of Liberty in the Devil’s Corner.  The name of the district was always odd to him.  Sure, there were weird people that lived there, even by Empire City standards.  But he was content to eek out a stable living in Empire City.  He lived a quiet life, commuting between Lower Strickland and the Devil’s Corner everyday by subway.  No wife or kids yet, though there was a fellow employee at the bank he was interested in.  He was sure the feeling was mutual.

Daily during his lunch break, he would stroll out to a nearby hot dog stand, get a couple and eat them in the daylight.  Today was a more dreary day, but as long as it wasn’t too rainy he kept to his usual routine.  After finishing them off he would stand at the street corner near the bank branch, pull out a newspaper and watch the daily crowds.  Sometimes he would count the number of weirdos walking by.

“My, my,” he cooed to himself.  “What are they kids these days thinking?”  His eye was caught by a young woman.  She looked college age, with red hair and pale skin.  She was thin, but walked with an oddly powerful demeanor.  It was an odd way to put it, he thought.  But there was something in her gait that seemed much more than some college kid.  Her dress was also bizarre.  She was wearing a black trench coat that initially covered her features.  But as it swayed with her steps he could catch glimpses of black leather and lace.  “Kinky.”

He was almost sure that she tossed a look his way, causing him to retreat behind his newspaper.  Taking a few seconds to feign reading, he meekly peeked out again.  To his surprise, she was standing in the middle of the intersection.  He was going to shout to her, given the daily traffic of the roads, but he noticed that all the cars around her were stopped.  But not only were the drivers not driving, the cars were dead.  They weren’t on.  He suddenly noticed the quiet on the street.  Onlookers stared at her.  Some of them looked scared, as if they knew what was about to happen.

The little redhead stretched out a hand and he could hear in the silence a chant.  It sounded almost like a spell of some sort.  The man thought about how weird this little girl was.  She definitely took the cake in regards to weirdos he saw today.  Then the sky darkened.  He looked overhead to see if a cloud was blocking the sun.  He saw no sun.

Then the screaming started.  People started to run.  The man wanted to run but was mesmerized by what he saw.  A pillar of purplish-red energy erupted in the middle of the intersection; the girl just stood there, hand aloft.  In the darkness the light was blinding and he lifted a hand to try to block out the light.  This couldn’t be real, he thought.  He must be dreaming!  He pinched himself.

Meanwhile the world was chaos.  Figures began emerging from the light.  The man was confused as they seemed large and somewhat misshapen — then he realized they weren’t people.  Finally his legs started working as he backed away slowly.  The newspaper fell to the ground silently.  He watched the redhead girl lower her hand as another figure approached her from the pillar of light.  Briefly he saw other figures rise out of the portal, almost like they were flying.

The redheaded girl seemed to greet the taller figure in front of her.  Over the tumult, somehow he could hear their voices.

“Well done, Sin,” the darkened figure said.  It was a woman’s voice, sounding sweet and yet so terrible in timbre.  “You have ushered in the New Age and shall rule at my side.”

The girl gave a slight bow.  Her voice was steely, though young-sounding.  “Welcome, my Queen.  The world awaits your coronation.”