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The Devil's Pact Ghost of Paris Interlude Chapter 4: The Goddess

The Devil's Pact, The Ghost of Paris Interlude by mypenname3000 Copyright 2014 Chapter Four: The Goddess Note: Thanks to b0b for beta reading this! Friday, September 20th, 2013 – Astarte – Paris, Texas “We shall find such worship there,” I told my handsome guard as we stood in the vestibule of the tattoo parlor. Now that I had sampled the Police Officer's life, his death was written across his face—in four months he would be claimed by Wormwood, though I had no idea what that was. I glanced at my first Handmaiden, the dance instructor, and saw her death coming in little more than thirteen months, fighting in army, avenging the Police Officer, and slain by one of Lilith's spawn in the streets of Seattle. And my other Handmaidens, the twins, would imbibe poison together in a place called Cassia, Idaho in a mere nine months, both their heads besotted with the foolish emotion—love. I walked to the door, enjoying the light glinting off my silver piercings, and the knowledge that the man who had pierced Darleen's nipples would be dead in three days, stabbed in the back in a prison cell. A dispute over a pack of cigarettes. So tragic. The night air was cool on my vessel's naked skin, the cement still warm from the sun. There were always such amazing sensations to discover outside of the Abyss. The feel of a needle piercing my nipple while a thick shaft reamed my pussy was one I would savor once consigned back to the Abyss at dawn. And Darleen would always have my stars and that ...

... would be conceived this night to remember her time as my honored vessel. I always delighted in leaving permanent reminders to the women that they had been blessed to host my divine spirit. I strode naked down the street, bathing in the attention of all those who saw my naked, tattooed, and pierced body, inciting their lust and adoration. How I missed those days when I could stride the world before I had been castigated to the Abyss. And if Lucifer had his way, those times would again be upon us. His plan had merit, though I had sense the possibility of failure. Mortals could always be surprising. I touched Darleen's belly absently, sliding across her silky skin. I walked into the Cowgirl Salon adjacent to the tattoo parlor, pushing through the swinging door into a packed room that reeked of intoxicants and lust. Men and women all stared at me first with shock, then desire, and finally worship. Such strong men, muscular arms bare, wild beards, scarred fists, and broken nose. “Worship me!” I commanded. “Love me! Give me all your passion.” A big man with ebony skin towered before me, staring with undisguised lust at my youthful, naked body. His dark hand grabbed my budding breast, squeezing hard and sending such wonderful sensations through me. “You want to go for a ride on my big, Black cock, little White girl?” he rumbled; such power. My pussy dampened in anticipation. “Give me your love,” I purred. “Right here, right now.” Worship filled his eyes and he hastened to obey. He ...