“At midnight, at the end of all of the rituals, when they had exhausted themselves from dance and song, the final action of the ritual was to walk silently away from the sacred fire carrying glowing coals from the fire out into the world. Their paths went straight outward from the fire like spokes on a wheel until they were far enough away from the fire and each other that the glowing coals they carried in the carved out turnips was the only light by which they could see. At that point there was a final chanted prayer for them to bring light into the darkness of the world, and then they would put their clothes back on and return to their homes.”
“Every 52 years, however, one witch in one coven somewhere in the world would not make it home and would never be seen or heard from again. The thirteen of us would surround her chanting the spell of darkness that The One had taught us. We would then close in on her like a noose.”
“For that, we were chanting capture spells, also taught us by Quello. By the time we reached her, she would be unable to speak or move. We would then take her back to the center of her coven’s clearing and lay her upon their sacred altar. Quello was very specific with what we had to do to her. Each of us was to use her mouth and ass and her cunt. She was to be fucked thirty- nine times so that she was completely defiled by the time The One appeared in the hour before dawn.”
“The spell that we used prevented her from making a sound, but it didn’t stop her from screaming and crying out silently. Her thrashing attempts to get out from under us made the rape of her ass and mouth all the more enjoyable. And when it came time to fuck her cunt, it was as if I was an erupting volcano inside of her. On no other occasion would I cum so heavily with such copious amounts of hot, sticky cum. By the time Quello arrived, she would be truly defiled and would be curled up silently sobbing on the altar as Quello Caduto appeared above her.”
She shuddered like she was swallowing something bitter and distasteful. “Watching what he did to her was truly horrifying, but at the same time truly fascinating. His long, snakelike tongue would slither all over her body until despite herself she would begin to respond to his caresses. He would curl his tongue around her breasts until she was panting and moaning and across her cunt and clit until she was thrashing and bouncing upon the altar. Finally as the light of dawn first began to change the sky from darkest black to deepest purple, Quello would utter a spell and her voice would return. He would growl out the same words each time, ‘Beg me to fuck you and make you one with me!'”
“The witches response was also almost always exactly the same words, ‘Please fuck me. My body needs you so desperately, but I can never be one with you for you are evil’.”
“Quello would then plunge his massive member into the thrashing witch and within a few moments they would climax together. Then he would ask her one more time, ‘Will you be one with me?’ When she again refused, he would tear her apart and consume her bloody flesh. Then he would disappear for another 52 years.”
“Afterwards, we would always go home and get blind drunk trying to get the images of what had occurred out of our mind. It was terrifying and terrible and we really wanted to end it, but you don’t exactly break a deal with a devil, even if he is just a minor demon.”
She stopped and stared at me, waiting for me to say something. I had heard many weird and strange delusions, but this was the first time I had ever felt a twinge of belief rise within me, and rather than turning the narrative toward the basis of her problems like I was trained to do, I asked, “What went wrong this year?”
She smiled a strange smile at me and answered in an impersonation of Humphry Bogart in Casablanca, “Of all the bars in all the towns in all the world, she walks into mine.” Then she began giggling in that strange high-pitched, demented way of someone losing control of their mind. She was laughing at a joke that only she understood.
After a few moments I seriously considered calling for an intern and more meds, but she suddenly stopped, looked me directly in the eyes, and calmly asked, “Dr Walters, do you know how many people there are in the world?”
“Close to seven billion,” I replied.
“So the odds of accidentally finding any one person on any one day at any one place anywhere in the world would be one in seven billion, right?… ONE in SEVEN FUCKING BILLION!” She again started giggling.
Finally she composed herself, paused and looked at me with very wide eyes that for some reason reminded me of a little child looking at her parents as she told them something wonderful or terrible that she had done. “But I did it. I picked out that one exactly wrong person at exactly the wrong time in exactly the right place. I was the one who picked the coven we would target and I was the one who picked which of the witches of the coven we would capture that night. I chose her not because I thought she was the leader, but because she was the most beautiful of them all – possibly the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. Her hair was perfect. Her body was perfect. Even her voice was perfect as they chanted and sang beneath the night sky. I chose her because I knew that she would be the perfect offering to The One whom we must obey.”
“Everything went exactly as we had planned. The spell was cast. She was captured. She was bound to the altar and we each had our turn in her mouth and her ass and her cunt. Then Quello appeared. He did his bit with his tongue until she was writhing and panting like she was in heat, then he released her from the binding spell and stated his demand, “Beg me to fuck you and make you one with me!”
“To our surprise, she answered him in Italian. I don’t speak Italian, but for some reason, I could understand her. She said, ‘Quello Caduto, I refused you a thousand years ago because you were obviously misdirected and I knew that in your deepest heart you were evil. Your heart has not changed, and you are still just as misdirected. What you seek, you do not need. What you need, you do not seek.'”
“Quello roared at the sky as she continued, ‘You seek a pure woman to defile and it does not fulfill you… because it can’t. You do not need a pure woman who has been defiled. What you need – and what will finally satisfy you – is a woman who is already truly defiled to the depth of her being. You need a truly defiled heart. Such a defiled one will give you what you seek, which is not love, but obedience and raw, powerful sex.'”
“Then she faded away. I don’t mean that she escaped, she just faded out like a cheesy special effect on a cheap TV show. Her body got less and less distinct until it began to shimmer like a transparent soap bubble in body form. Just before she faded completely away, she turned to me and said, ‘You chose me, so now I chose you. You are already defiled to the depth of your being. Perhaps in your new form your heart will be defiled enough for Quello to accept your body as his eternal mate.'”