Redemption: Prologue and Ch.1 - Sex Stories

Redemption: Prologue and Ch.1

... normal observer, this was just an empty lot with an enormous sinkhole. Whispering under his breath, he removed the spell that kept the old house hidden from view. The sinkhole churned as the house rose from its bowels. Thick, thorny branches covered most of it. How much time had gone by? Was this a dream? Would he find the rotting corpse of his stepfather still inside? Lucien looked down at himself and grimaced. A loose fitting white robe draped his body. Despite being naked underneath, he tore the offending garment off, and slammed it to the ground. Ancient words spilled from his lips, words of hate and loathing. The white robe lifted up slowly, and burst into flames. The white-hot fire rendered the garment to dust. Lucien watched the ashes float away as he panted from rage. Clenching his jaw, he snapped his gaze back to the house and stalked toward it. It was once a regal monstrosity of deep red brick and black wrought iron. The brick was beginning to crumble with age and the iron had rusted into near nothingness. Thorns crisscrossed the stone walkway, but with a wave of his hand, a path opened up for his bare feet. The sound of creaking, snapping, crackling branches preceded him until he stood before the large wooden double doors of Blackhorn Hall. The wind moaned around him. He hoped it was Malvano’s wretched soul screaming for release from Hell. The doors creaked open and the cold air from within the mansion brought with it the stench of death. Tipping his nose ...

... higher, Lucien entered. Last time he’d stood in this foyer, he’d held Lucifer’s sword in his left hand and a smaller dagger dripping with Malvano’s blood in his right. The mosaic floor no longer shone like glass and the chandelier hanging overhead from the vaulted ceiling was swathed in dusty white cobwebs. The webbing also covered the grand staircase, dimly lit by light filtering through the vine-covered stained glass window on the second floor landing. Narrowing his eyes, he turned left and entered the great room. The grand piano still stood in the corner, its once gleaming black surface now buried under layers of filth. The rich velvet couches were also covered in a thick layer of dust, making the rich burgundy material look faded and worn. What little sunlight managed to penetrate the grimy mildew covered windows made the floating dust sparkle like pixie dust. Regardless, Lucien knew very well he was in no enchanted castle, but rather a cursed one…one he’d cursed himself many years ago. With determined steps, he veered right and walked into the study. Everything was as he remembered. To his left was a large ornately carved desk with a cobweb covered leather chair behind it. A wall of shelves was the desk’s backdrop, full of expensive tomes, some rare first editions, all in various states of rot. To his right was a glass wall that showed the gardens, fountains, and pool, devoid of water but full of debris. None of that held his attention. His eyes were riveted to the enormous ...