By: Gabriella Balcom
"We shouldn't even consider this," Sister Minette whispered.
Sister Sofira stared at her wide-eyed face ashen. "If they find out…" She trailed off, biting her lip.
Sweat beaded on Sister Nonna's forehead, and she wiped it off with a trembling hand. "You know I'm as nervous about this as you are, but what choice do we have?" Tears welled up in her eyes, trickling down her cheeks. "We have to do something before it's too late. Before things get worse than they already are."
"But this?" Sister Minette queried. "They'll expel us from the sisterhood if they find out. Probably from the convent, too. I dreamed of being a nun my whole life and don't want to lose that."
Sister Sofira said nothing but sobbed quietly.
"We all know the risks, but does anyone here have a better idea?" Sister Liella demanded. Scowling, she crossed her arms, glaring at the ones voicing the most dissent.
Sister Nonna took a deep breath, standing straighter. "I don't and I've made up my mind. I'm doing it one way or the other, by myself if I have to." She eyed the rest in turn. "Even if this doesn't work, I believe no harm will result from us trying. Keep in mind it's nothing but plants and roots and berries. Natural things. And most of the words are just as appropriate as the ones we've spoken in prayers. The sentiment they express is encouraging."
"And relevant to our situation," Sister Minette admitted. "They're simple words but have a beauty of their own."
"Whoever wrote them probably had a soul just as beautiful," Sister Nonna stated. "And regardless of what happens, Almighty God knows us inside and out. He's aware of what's in our hearts. Surely he wouldn't fault us for our good intentions."
Sister Sofira gave a quick nod.
"If nodding means you're taking part, I want to hear that in words," Sister Liella groused at her. "Usually, you're passive while hiding behind those who are more vocal, but that isn't sufficient this time. If you're truly with us, say it!"
All eyes shifted to Sister Sofira, who sniffed and sighed, but nodded. "I-I promise."
"You promise what? And quit acting like a scared little girl. You're an adult, for heaven's sake. In fact, you're two years older than me."
Sister Sofira cast a sulky look at Sister Liella, fumbled in her pocket, pulled out a handkerchief, and blew her nose. "Yes," she whispered. But she raised her voice when she saw the other nun roll her eyes. "I'll do it with you. I don't think we have a choice."
"And I agree." Sister Minette squared her shoulders. "There's no other way."
Two weeks later, Sister Liella blended crushed sleeping pills into the convent's evening meal to ensure everyone slept deeply, and to prevent them from waking prematurely the following morning. Her portion of food and those of her co-conspirators were the only ones she didn't drug.
She and the others sneaked out at the dead of night. They traveled due north, going deep into the ancient forest nearby and not stopping until they reached their destination, a small stone church. Not used in over a century, nobody visited it. Nobody traveled the woods anymore, either. Ever. Vague whispers had circulated for years about strange goings-on there: druids holding ceremonies, witches celebrating, concocting spells, and other things. The rumors had worked well to keep people away. All things considered, the sisters didn't worry about being interrupted or caught.
Each of them had helped gather ingredients and order items which were unavailable or obscure. Now, they pulverized some, blended others lightly, and rendered a number into liquid form. A few already were in that state. Once everything was readied, the nuns gathered fallen branches, twigs, dried leaves and grass, and Sister Liella started a fire on the church floor. Smoke wouldn't be a problem, as it escaped through holes in the decrepit roof.
Sister Nonna positioned pink and red candles here and there, after which Sister Sofira led them in a prayer. They pleaded for God to make their "spell" successful in eradicating the spirit of contention which had overcome the convent. A couple of members had begun bickering a few weeks earlier, with the number steadily growing. No one knew what the original disagreement was about, why more arguments ensued, or why they couldn't compromise and find peace. However, things had rapidly worsened over time, with physical altercations breaking out, complete with swinging fists, blackened eyes, bloody noses, busted lips, and the like. Mother Superior had originally been horrified but she'd developed a negative outlook herself and sported wounds of her own. Not all of them had come from self-defense, either; she'd done a fair amount of attacking. Certainly, the nuns' former harmonious spirit had vanished. However, the four gathered in the old church hoped problems would be rendered a thing of the past as of tonight.
Once the fire died down a little, Sister Minette added water to the large pot she'd taken from the kitchen, mixed red wine in, and positioned the container amid the flames. The sisters were following the directions in an ancient tome Sister Liella had found hidden in a basement wall. Although the book was falling apart, cover torn and faded, the word 'Love' was clear on the latter. And that's exactly what they needed, wasn't it?
The nuns added ingredients to the pot one-by-one. Mushrooms, honey, rosemary, cinnamon, lavender, quartz crystals ground into a fine powder, ginger, ashwagandha, peppermint, maca, bindi, ginseng, licorice, saw palmetto, and more things.
Clustering by the book, they read aloud from it:
"Away with contention and all forms of hate.
Let arguing, bad feeling, and contempt abate.
Instead, bring peace and mildness and love.
Bring harmony, open minds, multitudes of
generosity, warmth and everything lovely.
Lead us in giving love and giving greatly.
We beseech you to bless our cause tonight
and let success abound in action and might.
This we humbly beg of thee.
And now, so we mote it be."
They let their concoction cool, dipped their fingers in it, and dabbed the liquid on their brows, necks, and wrists. Using cups, they scooped out portions, drinking them before chanting the spell in unison again and again.
Sweet fragrances wafted around them, steadily getting stronger. The fire which had gone out reignited without warning, and the temperature began rising dramatically, sweltering heat hanging in the air. The sisters beamed at one another, hearts overflowing with goodwill and happiness. Sweat trickled down their faces, and they discarded their veils and wimples. A few minutes later, they shed their habits, stockings, and shoes, leaving them wearing only light gowns and undergarments, which were sweat soaked.
Sofira hummed a beloved church hymn and the rest joined in. Sliding their arms around each other's waists, they swayed back and forth in time to the music, then began dancing around the fire, laughing and continuing to sing.
A faint throbbing sound blended in which sounded like multiple heartbeats, and something stirred a few feet away from the sisters. They didn't notice. The cement floor silently opened up and a dark shape oozed from the ground before solidifying.
Lucifer stood there in his beastly form, eyes glowing red, horns protruding from his head. A few feet taller than mortal men, he crossed his arms over his chest, muscles bulging. He exuded arrogance. Confidence. More demons joined him, snickering as they watched the cavorting females. Some licked their lips.
"We haven't been summoned in years," one commented.
Lucifer, their master and the most evil of all, snorted. "These didn't intend to. They're pure and innocent, not cult members." He grinned. "Yet."
Striding over to the nuns, he plucked one, a blonde. It was Safira. He tossed her to his second, Asmodeus, who set her gently on her feet. Laughing, she reached for his hands and pulled him away to dance.
Tilting his head to the side, Lucifer studied the other sisters who still danced, and red-haired Nonna caught his eye. He grabbed her, reached up and took a flask of honey out of thin air, and dribbled some onto her hair. She tilted her head back to catch it in her open mouth. Rivulets rolled onto her face and down her body, and he licked off the portion on her cheeks. She poured a quantity onto his muscular chest and started rubbing it around and around. Tearing off the remainder of her garments, he massaged her in turn, lavishing special attention here and there. "Mmm" escaped Nonna's lips. She pulled his head to hers, their mouths meeting in a frenzy. When she plastered herself to him, he roared his approval.
Sofira had bared a shoulder to smear honey on it. Asmodeus helped remove her clothing and their lips met, igniting a new type of fire. Nearby, Behemoth, Azazel, and Astaroth stripped the remaining nuns, who helped yank everything off.
Soft hands touched demonic bodies. Clawed hands explored glistening human ones, devoting extra time and attention to sensitive zones. Mouths devoured, tongues tangled, and sounds of pleasure rose from every direction.
The flames shot up even higher than before. Dozens of feet tall, they undulated back and forth as if alive, while threads of fire leaped to humans and demons alike. They blazed but weren't consumed. Bodies moved every which way as moans and groans rang out.
Not long after Lucifer and his demons initiated the new Fertility Cult members, they magically clothed the women in stunning wedding gowns, lavish jewelry, and exquisite crowns, and took them as brides.
The ancient tome vanished, returning to its former hiding spot, awaiting the next finder. The spell had worked perfectly. Not only had it invited the top-ranked demons but it'd summoned and unleashed powerful magic from within the earth itself. It had transformed the former nuns into immortal beings and ignited love and passion which would last endless lifetimes, never dying. The revelry would continue forever, both on earth and later in Hell, when the couples went home.
The end.
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Sister Sofira stared at her wide-eyed face ashen. "If they find out…" She trailed off, biting her lip.
Sweat beaded on Sister Nonna's forehead, and she wiped it off with a trembling hand. "You know I'm as nervous about this as you are, but what choice do we have?" Tears welled up in her eyes, trickling down her cheeks. "We have to do something before it's too late. Before things get worse than they already are."
"But this?" Sister Minette queried. "They'll expel us from the sisterhood if they find out. Probably from the convent, too. I dreamed of being a nun my whole life and don't want to lose that."
Sister Sofira said nothing but sobbed quietly.
"We all know the risks, but does anyone here have a better idea?" Sister Liella demanded. Scowling, she crossed her arms, glaring at the ones voicing the most dissent.
Sister Nonna took a deep breath, standing straighter. "I don't and I've made up my mind. I'm doing it one way or the other, by myself if I have to." She eyed the rest in turn. "Even if this doesn't work, I believe no harm will result from us trying. Keep in mind it's nothing but plants and roots and berries. Natural things. And most of the words are just as appropriate as the ones we've spoken in prayers. The sentiment they express is encouraging."
"And relevant to our situation," Sister Minette admitted. "They're simple words but have a beauty of their own."
"Whoever wrote them probably had a soul just as beautiful," Sister Nonna stated. "And regardless of what happens, Almighty God knows us inside and out. He's aware of what's in our hearts. Surely he wouldn't fault us for our good intentions."
Sister Sofira gave a quick nod.
"If nodding means you're taking part, I want to hear that in words," Sister Liella groused at her. "Usually, you're passive while hiding behind those who are more vocal, but that isn't sufficient this time. If you're truly with us, say it!"
All eyes shifted to Sister Sofira, who sniffed and sighed, but nodded. "I-I promise."
"You promise what? And quit acting like a scared little girl. You're an adult, for heaven's sake. In fact, you're two years older than me."
Sister Sofira cast a sulky look at Sister Liella, fumbled in her pocket, pulled out a handkerchief, and blew her nose. "Yes," she whispered. But she raised her voice when she saw the other nun roll her eyes. "I'll do it with you. I don't think we have a choice."
"And I agree." Sister Minette squared her shoulders. "There's no other way."
Two weeks later, Sister Liella blended crushed sleeping pills into the convent's evening meal to ensure everyone slept deeply, and to prevent them from waking prematurely the following morning. Her portion of food and those of her co-conspirators were the only ones she didn't drug.
She and the others sneaked out at the dead of night. They traveled due north, going deep into the ancient forest nearby and not stopping until they reached their destination, a small stone church. Not used in over a century, nobody visited it. Nobody traveled the woods anymore, either. Ever. Vague whispers had circulated for years about strange goings-on there: druids holding ceremonies, witches celebrating, concocting spells, and other things. The rumors had worked well to keep people away. All things considered, the sisters didn't worry about being interrupted or caught.
Each of them had helped gather ingredients and order items which were unavailable or obscure. Now, they pulverized some, blended others lightly, and rendered a number into liquid form. A few already were in that state. Once everything was readied, the nuns gathered fallen branches, twigs, dried leaves and grass, and Sister Liella started a fire on the church floor. Smoke wouldn't be a problem, as it escaped through holes in the decrepit roof.
Sister Nonna positioned pink and red candles here and there, after which Sister Sofira led them in a prayer. They pleaded for God to make their "spell" successful in eradicating the spirit of contention which had overcome the convent. A couple of members had begun bickering a few weeks earlier, with the number steadily growing. No one knew what the original disagreement was about, why more arguments ensued, or why they couldn't compromise and find peace. However, things had rapidly worsened over time, with physical altercations breaking out, complete with swinging fists, blackened eyes, bloody noses, busted lips, and the like. Mother Superior had originally been horrified but she'd developed a negative outlook herself and sported wounds of her own. Not all of them had come from self-defense, either; she'd done a fair amount of attacking. Certainly, the nuns' former harmonious spirit had vanished. However, the four gathered in the old church hoped problems would be rendered a thing of the past as of tonight.
Once the fire died down a little, Sister Minette added water to the large pot she'd taken from the kitchen, mixed red wine in, and positioned the container amid the flames. The sisters were following the directions in an ancient tome Sister Liella had found hidden in a basement wall. Although the book was falling apart, cover torn and faded, the word 'Love' was clear on the latter. And that's exactly what they needed, wasn't it?
The nuns added ingredients to the pot one-by-one. Mushrooms, honey, rosemary, cinnamon, lavender, quartz crystals ground into a fine powder, ginger, ashwagandha, peppermint, maca, bindi, ginseng, licorice, saw palmetto, and more things.
Clustering by the book, they read aloud from it:
"Away with contention and all forms of hate.
Let arguing, bad feeling, and contempt abate.
Instead, bring peace and mildness and love.
Bring harmony, open minds, multitudes of
generosity, warmth and everything lovely.
Lead us in giving love and giving greatly.
We beseech you to bless our cause tonight
and let success abound in action and might.
This we humbly beg of thee.
And now, so we mote it be."
They let their concoction cool, dipped their fingers in it, and dabbed the liquid on their brows, necks, and wrists. Using cups, they scooped out portions, drinking them before chanting the spell in unison again and again.
Sweet fragrances wafted around them, steadily getting stronger. The fire which had gone out reignited without warning, and the temperature began rising dramatically, sweltering heat hanging in the air. The sisters beamed at one another, hearts overflowing with goodwill and happiness. Sweat trickled down their faces, and they discarded their veils and wimples. A few minutes later, they shed their habits, stockings, and shoes, leaving them wearing only light gowns and undergarments, which were sweat soaked.
Sofira hummed a beloved church hymn and the rest joined in. Sliding their arms around each other's waists, they swayed back and forth in time to the music, then began dancing around the fire, laughing and continuing to sing.
A faint throbbing sound blended in which sounded like multiple heartbeats, and something stirred a few feet away from the sisters. They didn't notice. The cement floor silently opened up and a dark shape oozed from the ground before solidifying.
Lucifer stood there in his beastly form, eyes glowing red, horns protruding from his head. A few feet taller than mortal men, he crossed his arms over his chest, muscles bulging. He exuded arrogance. Confidence. More demons joined him, snickering as they watched the cavorting females. Some licked their lips.
"We haven't been summoned in years," one commented.
Lucifer, their master and the most evil of all, snorted. "These didn't intend to. They're pure and innocent, not cult members." He grinned. "Yet."
Striding over to the nuns, he plucked one, a blonde. It was Safira. He tossed her to his second, Asmodeus, who set her gently on her feet. Laughing, she reached for his hands and pulled him away to dance.
Tilting his head to the side, Lucifer studied the other sisters who still danced, and red-haired Nonna caught his eye. He grabbed her, reached up and took a flask of honey out of thin air, and dribbled some onto her hair. She tilted her head back to catch it in her open mouth. Rivulets rolled onto her face and down her body, and he licked off the portion on her cheeks. She poured a quantity onto his muscular chest and started rubbing it around and around. Tearing off the remainder of her garments, he massaged her in turn, lavishing special attention here and there. "Mmm" escaped Nonna's lips. She pulled his head to hers, their mouths meeting in a frenzy. When she plastered herself to him, he roared his approval.
Sofira had bared a shoulder to smear honey on it. Asmodeus helped remove her clothing and their lips met, igniting a new type of fire. Nearby, Behemoth, Azazel, and Astaroth stripped the remaining nuns, who helped yank everything off.
Soft hands touched demonic bodies. Clawed hands explored glistening human ones, devoting extra time and attention to sensitive zones. Mouths devoured, tongues tangled, and sounds of pleasure rose from every direction.
The flames shot up even higher than before. Dozens of feet tall, they undulated back and forth as if alive, while threads of fire leaped to humans and demons alike. They blazed but weren't consumed. Bodies moved every which way as moans and groans rang out.
Not long after Lucifer and his demons initiated the new Fertility Cult members, they magically clothed the women in stunning wedding gowns, lavish jewelry, and exquisite crowns, and took them as brides.
The ancient tome vanished, returning to its former hiding spot, awaiting the next finder. The spell had worked perfectly. Not only had it invited the top-ranked demons but it'd summoned and unleashed powerful magic from within the earth itself. It had transformed the former nuns into immortal beings and ignited love and passion which would last endless lifetimes, never dying. The revelry would continue forever, both on earth and later in Hell, when the couples went home.
The end.
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