Chapter Four, Rekindling Darkness (Cons, Incest)

Not wanting to be late I headed toward the school's auditorium, ignoring the myriad distractions that lined the path along the way.

Set up next to the amphitheater door was a small folding table, behind which stood two girls wearing black hooded cloaks. The hoods were pulled up, leaving their faces hidden. They wore no other clothing, an alluring line of exposed pale skin visible where the cloak parted in front. The cloaks shifted, opening further whenever the girls handed brochures from the table to visiting guests, affording enticing glimpses of their exposed breasts.

"Are you here to see the performance?" One of the girls asked me as I reached the table.

"Yeah." I nodded.

"Great!, It'll start in just a few minutes, please take this and find a seat." she said, handing me a brochure.

Taking the brochure, I nodded to her before heading into the amphitheater. The floor was on a decline, providing all the seats with a vantage looking down at the stage. It seemed that most of the good seats had already been taken, if I didn't want to sit way at the back I didn't have too many choices. I saw a decent seat next to a trio of giggling middle-school girls, they were cute, but girl's that age can often get pretty annoying. Betting on them having a tolerable level of decorum I took the seat next to them. After a brief glance from the girls they returned to their huddle, giggling quietly. Off to a good start, I thought, opening the brochure to kill some time.

 Welcome to our clubs production of Rekindling Darkness, an original short play written by two of our students, Jeremy and Jenny Richards. Jeremy is in his last year, he has been the president of the drama club for two years and has both led the production of, and starred in, several successful productions. He plans to continue to act after graduating and has already landed a supporting role in a professional production running this fall. His younger sister Jenny, a second year, has been in the club since she came to this school. She has given several excellent performances, and was given the opportunity to co-write her brother's last performance before graduating. The siblings also play the two lead characters, Jenny had said that she really want to give it her all, to make her last performance with her brother her best.
 
As I finished reading the blurb, the lights in the amphitheater began to dim. After a few seconds a disembodied voice began to speak.

 The great Demon Byrntraaz once held power over this land, he used that power to satisfy his own whims and desires, which were often cruel and despicable. He demanded much of his subjects, taking food, gold, and women without a care for how destitute or grief-stricken it left them. Eventually a local priest managed to assemble a squad of elite fighters and skilled churchmen to fight the demon. They incited a rebellion which drew most of the demon's fighting force away from his stronghold. The squad fought though his infernal guard, taking heavy losses, but the priest and two others managed to reach Byrntraaz, sealing him and killing his material vessel, freeing the land from his reign of terror. In the immediate aftermath the priest and his men scoured the stronghold, killing the progeny Byrntraaz had fathered with his stolen women, wanting to make sure there was no one left with the power to free the demon. In one room he found the body of a dead woman, a large rent in her abdomen from which her entrails and organs spilled, littering the floor. Shaking his head at the corpse he dismissed it as the cruel whimsy of the demon's legion. Had he known the truth he would have been hellbent on finding those that had been present at the womans death.
 
 Mere hours earlier, in the midst of the assault, the woman had given birth to the last of Byrntraaz's children. The woman had been lying on her back, screaming in pain as the midwives did their best to comfort her, when her screams became a ear piercing shriek, her eyes flying wide open, experiencing even greater pain then the midwives had ever seen from simple contractions. Her round stomach began to distend, a shape pressing at the walls from within. With a wretched tearing sound her flesh gave way, a tiny clawed hand forcing its way out from within. Within seconds the womans midsection was rent to pieces, a tiny form crawling out from the wreckage. Once free the demonic looking child covered in its mothers blood clambered up to its dead mother's chest, latching onto a breast with its mouth. As it lay there the midwives watched it features soften, the clawed hands becoming human, the short horns receding into its skull. As it lay there peacefully one of Byrntraaz's guards burst into the room.
 
 "The lord is done for, the enemy is already ransacking the personal quarters looking for survivors, we must escape with his last scion now." the guard said.
 
 Hurriedly the two midwives swaddled the blood covered child and followed the guard into the hall. They and the guard managed to escape though a hidden passage out to the countryside, where they fled to the boathouse on the river and rowed out into the night.
 
 Now, fifteen years later, the child has grown into a powerful young woman, and is working on the final step in her duty to free her father.
 
The stage lights turned on and the curtain began to rise. The set revealed was a stone dungeon, there were lit braziers along the wall and a stone staircase in one corner leading up out of view. The floor had a circle with a pentagram on it carved deep into the stone. There were a couple sets of shackles on the walls and a number of chains hanging from the ceiling, some with wicked looking hooks on the end. A couple of the chains had bodies hanging from them. There was a headless and limbless torso of what looked like a pre-pubescent girl hanging upside down, held up by a large hook that entered through its pussy and out just below its belly button. There was a slow drip of blood from its neck stump and a large bloody rent in its chest. On another hook hung a body I recognized as that of the swim team girl I had watched drown earlier. Her body had had its limbs removed and she was held up by a hook through her neck, her head held at an angle that left her vacantly staring at the ceiling. Her body also had a bloody rest in the center of her chest. From one of the pairs of shackles hung the upper half of an older looking woman, her body missing from the waist down, some entrails hanging down, slowly dripping blood. In the corner of the room was a wooden trough and a table, a bloody mess of organs and limbs sat inside the trough and a number of jugs sat on the table. The second pair of shackles were restraining a living nude man, currently slumped against the limits of the chains, his face tear-streaked and wearing a expression of lost hope. There were three girls wearing only hooded cloaks in the room, one had a musty looking tome open in her hands as she directed the other two, who were bustling around the pentagram.

There was the sound of a large creaking door and three more cloaked girls appeared descending the staircase, the cloak of the one in the lead much more ornate, with complex purple patterns embroidered into it. The three girls already there stopped what they were doing to kneel on the ground. Upon reaching the bottom of the stairs the two girls following also knelt, all facing the one in the ornate robe. The leader pulled back her hood, revealing a pale face with jet black eyes and lips painted black, her wavy black hair disappearing into her cloak. She turned to the girl holding the tome and began to speak.

"Did you have any trouble collecting the priest's secret children?" she asked.

"They were more well guarded that we expected, we suspect that our collection of the rest of the materials this past week may have roused his suspicion." the girl replied, not lifting her head. "The boy tried to hide the girl and fight us, but she came out when we started breaking his fingers."

The young man in the chains roused, standing up and yanking his wrist as he tried to jump at the girl in the ornate robes.

"You monsters!" he screamed, "She was only eleven, and you killed her! I'll kill you! I'll--"

"Silence." The girl commanded, her arm outstretched toward the man, glowing purple shapes of the same design as those on her robe pulsing along her arm.

The man went silent, scrabbling at his neck, no words coming out. Giving up on that he continued trying to lunge at the girl, furious anger on his face.

"Bind." the girl commanded, the man's body going slack in his bonds. "We still need your form, can't have you damaging it." she said.

"Continue." the girl said, directed at the kneeling girl who had spoken.

"We managed to secure both in the end, but if the priest wasn't aware of us before, he must certainly be now." she said.

"His resistance will matter not once we restore my father, are all the materials ready for the ritual?" the girl asked.

"Yes, Mistress." she replied. "All the materials have been collected and the circle has been prepared as outlined in the grimoire."

"Excellent, we will begin the ritual immediately, make the final preparations." the girl said, a wild grin on her face.

The five kneeling girls rose, two moving to the bound man and the remaining three moving to the table with five silver jugs on it. The man was moved into the center of the circle, his hands and feet splayed out and shackled anew to the floor. The jugs were placed one at each point of the pentagram, a robed girl standing behind each one. The girls unfastened their cloaks casting them behind themselves. Their bare bodies were covered in rough charcoal outlines of distinct symbols, the complete pattern unique to each girl, but several shapes appearing on all of them. They all knelt behind their jug, waiting for the robed girl to begin.

The robed girl was standing at the base of the pentagram, facing toward the restrained man. She was holding the open book in one hand, her arms outstretched revealing her body covered in the same symbols that covered her servants and her robe, these ones in detailed purple instead of hasty charcoal.

"Seal that would attempt to immure the Demon King know the taste of those of virtue." the girl chanted.

The girls stood, each holding their jug, they each began walking an inner line of the pentagram, pouring the viscous red contents of their jugs along the groove on the floor, painting red lines over the mans limbs where they spanned the grooves. Each girl paused at the end of her line, waiting for their mistress to continue. The flames in the braziers began jumping wildly throwing shadows around the room.

"Seal that would endeavor to imprison the greatest power this land has ever known, know the defilement of these virtuous women."

The girls walked the remaining five inner grooves, pouring the blood into the grooves, stopping at the end of their line.

"Seal that would presume to detain Byrntraaz, taste the blood of the blood that made you, and know that suffered agony."

The girls walked the outer circle, filling the grooves with blood and completing the pentagram. The pentagram began to glow a deep red as the pentagram was finished, the flames becoming more wild, the shadows becoming more ominous. Each girl knelt at a point of the pentagram, they each pulled a bloody heart from the bottom of their jug and held it aloft, blood running down their arms, dripping on their chests and faces.

"Seal that would dare to hold my Father be broken by the conviction of those serve him."

The girls bit into the hearts, blood running over their cheeks as they ferally swallowed chunks of the hearts. There was a loud rumbling sound and a wailing sound of an evil wind escaping.

"Father! Devour the vitality of your loyal followers, given willingly, take it and break free of your binds!"

A black mist rose from the charcoal symbols on the girls bodies, it flowed into the pentagram where it descended on the bound man who began seizing wildly. The girls began writhing, dropping the hearts they held as they lost control of their limbs. An inhuman roar escaped from the bound man's mouth and the braziers went out, the room suddenly quiet.

After a few seconds the flames flickered back to life. The girls were lying still on the ground and the man was standing in the middle of the circle, twisted remains of the shackles lying on the floor. The girl was staring at the man, a euphoric expression on her face.

"You have done well, my daughter." The man said, a deep reverb in his voice that had not been their before.

"Your words humble me father." the girl said, dropping into a kneel.

"If any of your followers managed to survive they will be rewarded when I regain my power."

"Thank you father." she said.

"You have managed to break the seal, but if I am ever to leave this circle you know what must be done."

"Yes father, I have been awaiting this moment my entire life." she said, rising to her feet.

"Come my child." the demon lord said, outstretching his hand.

The girl took his hand, walking into the center of the circle where she dropped her cloak, purple designs glinting on her bare body. The demon lord embraced the girl, leaning over to kiss her roughly as he groped her ass. After several seconds of erotically tasting each others bodies, the demon lord laid on his back in the circle, his daughter positioning her hips over his.

"It has been too long since I have tasted a woman." the demon lord said.

"I am honored for my first and only time to be your welcoming back." the girl said, lowering her hips, lips enveloping his cock.

The girl squeaked in pain, and a trickle of blood became visible on her thigh. After allowing her only a few seconds to become accustomed to his invading penis the demon lord grabbed her hips and started thrusting into her depths. At first his daughter felt only pain, yelping every time his cock dragged against her freshly broken maidenhead, but as time passed she began to revel in the pain, and pleasure began seeping in a well, her yelps gained a sultry edge and eventually turned into moans, the girl fully throwing herself into the wanton lovemaking.

As the pair fucked on stage I heard a small noise to my left. Looking I saw the girl in the middle had moved to the lap of the girl on the left, and that girl had shoved one hand under her friend's skirt and one under her shirt, hidden hands manipulating the flesh found their. The girls both watched the stage enraptured, the girl on top trying to hold in her moans and her friend fondled her.

The girl closest to me was watching her two friends going at it. She was fidgeting in her seat, rubbing her thighs together, doubly aroused from watching both the coupling on the stage and her friends right next to her. Tearing her gaze away from her friends she noticed me looking at her. Looking me up and down she noticed the tent in my pants. She reached out to it, rubbing me over my pants, her eyes looking up at mine as she gave me a quizzical look, her head cocked to one side.

The girl was wearing a string bikini top, cut-off short shorts and flip flops. Her messy red hair went down to her shoulder blades and she had a smattering of freckles across her cute face. Her belly was conspicuously several months pregnant, but was not yet large enough to be too unwieldy. Deciding to humor her, I unzipped my pants, pulled out my cock, and patted my thigh a couple times to invite her over.

The girl climbed into my lap where I unzipped her shorts and pulled them down to her knees. She wore no panties. Kicking off her sandals she balanced over me, her bare feet on my knees and her hands on the arm rests, her legs prevented from spreading too wide by the shorts around her knees. I held my dick steady with one hand as she lowered herself onto it, her warm, wet pussy enveloping me snuggly. Letting her do all the work, I returned my attention to the stage.

The pair was still mating wildly, the girl bleeding ever so slightly from a few bite marks around her breasts and neck, the demon bleeding from a few fingernail scratches on his chest, the pair's grunts and moans loud and filled with passion. Suddenly the demon grabbed the girls hips, thrusting himself into deep and holding there while simultaneously biting down on her breast. The girl screamed, in both pain and pleasure as her hips began shuddering in orgasm. After a few seconds the demon relaxed his grip, both with teeth and hands, and the girl slumped onto his chest, blood trickling down hers while cum leaked from their joined genitals.

The pair laid there for several seconds, breathing heavily, before the girl raised her head to look at the demon.

"I'm sorry father, I got caught up in the moment and failed to begin the ceremony." the girl said.

"Do not worry my child, it was a welcome prelude to my return, we must simply restart the ceremony in earnest. Now make me hard once more." the demon replied.

Smiling the girl moved down to his groin, where she began sucking his cum and her own blood and juices off his cock. After a couple minutes of enthusiastic bobbing she turned back around and mounted him once again. Gyrating gently as to not get caught up in pleasure again, she reached into her fallen cloak, pulling out a black dagger with a twisted blade. The demon lord took the blade and cut his palm, squeezing the blood into a puddle on his chest. The girl took the blade and turned it to her chest, placing the tip over her heart, hips gyrating all the while. Hesitating only a second, she pushed the dagger into her chest, a trickle of blood running between her breasts, a pained expression on her face. The girl faltered, the blade only an inch or so into her body. The demon put his hands over hers, holding the hilt of the dagger.

"You have done very well, but allow me to help." he said, driving the dagger in to the hilt.

The girl eyes went wide, and she coughed up blood, as the blood flowed freely onto the puddle on the demon's chest.

The pussy around my cock squeezed tightly, her moans getting a little to loud. I clamped one hand over her mouth, to not disturb those around us, and her pussy became tighter still. I grabbed her thighs, pressing her legs to her chest in a bear hug, pumping her light body up and down my shaft with her immobilized body. With one hand I briefly caressed her rounded belly, before sliding the hand under her bikini top to fondle the handle of flesh to be found there, occasionally pinching her nipple.

"Blood of my blood, born of my seed, half-human and half-demon, having joined in body and having exchanged blood of innocence and the seed of this vessel, now mix your vitality with that of this vessel and bind my soul to it, so that I may be free to walk this world." the demon chanted.

"Yes father, take back the life you have given me, and use it to live once more." the girl managed to cough out, alongside a copious amount of blood.

The pentagram glowed, and a wind rose in the room, the braziers flickering once again. The demon grabbed his daughters hips, thrusting wildly, racing the life blood pouring from her chest. The girl coughed and moaned, clearly still experiencing pleasure amidst her pain. The girl had stopped coughing and had gone limp by the time the demon held her hips down for the second time, blasting a second load into her now dead womb. After basking for a moment the demon pushed his daughter's corpse off himself and stood. He walked to the edge of the circle where he paused a moment before striding out of it. Standing outside the circle he examined his body, having seemingly found everything to his satisfaction, he turned to his daughter's corpse one last time.

"I said it once already, but you really have done well, my daughter." he said to the corpse.

Grabbing the cloak he turned and left up the stairs, an evil laugh fading into the background as the curtain lowered. The disembodied voice began to speak once more.

 "Having been reborn the demon Byrntraaz sought out the priest who had sealed him, both for revenge and to eliminate any who could hope to defeat him once more. The priest had begun assembling a force, fearing the worst after his children had been kidnapped, their guards found dead, but under the guise of the priest's son the demon managed to infiltrate the priest's sanctum. He managed to kill almost everyone who posed a threat to him before to they realized they had been tricked. When he got to the priest's quarters though, the priest was waiting for him. Were it not for a moments hesitation at seeing his son's face the priest's blessed crossbow bolt would have ended Byrntraaz's second coming before it had a chance to begin. Having eliminated all threats to his power Byrntraaz seized power once more, the tithes he demanded of his subjects even more brutal to sate his long years of hunger."
 
As the pair on stage had been nearing the end of their engagement, so had I, as the girl started tightening with her own orgasm, I pumped a load of my own into her already occupied womb. Releasing her she collapsed against my chest. Breathing heavily, the both of us lethargically watched the stage.

The lights came back on and the cast began filing out to take their bow. In the lead was the guy who played the demon, holding his sisters body in his arms, his cum dripping from her pussy. He was followed by the five girls who had played the servants, all of them were them still nude, the boy still covered in his sister's blood. A few more people came out, presumably crew members, and one older gentleman, presumably the club adviser. They all held hands, save the lead who's arms were occupied, and took their bows to applause from the audience.

People began to file out of the theater. The girl on my lap hopped off and pulled up her shorts. Cut as short as they were my cum easily leaked out to visibly run down her leg. She ran off with her friends after giving me a giggle and a short wave. Refastening my own pants, I got up and left the theater. Shielding my eyes from the bright outdoor sun, I once more opened my brochure to browse the available entertainment.