“The Childe of the Dark Lord is comming. His arrival has been fortold by augary and divination. Tonight I shall bear witness to glory. He stands next to me waiting. I can feel the heat from him. It burns my flesh as it ignites the passion between my legs. When I am finished I hope he takes me. I know I will not bear his Childe. That honour was given to another. But just to rut with The Lord will be enough. All Saints Day, the day dedicated to their Holy Ones, shall be the day of their downfall. I can feel the trance beginning. The power He has given me is flowing through my limbs. The time is here. It is a shame that the vessel will not suvive. She was pretty, the second daughter of a Baptist minister. I enjoyed tempting her with the flesh, my flesh at first, then, the flesh of The Master. The ritual is beginning. Five minutes to midnight on All Hallows eve. One minute after twelve I cut the Childe out of her and let it feast on her until it is sated. All praise The Dark Lord! “Hope you enjoy this.
