Victor and the Witch
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Friday, March 13th, 2015.
I found myself sitting in the same chair, in the same dark study, once again. The only source of light from the hearth before me. Warmth radiating from it's red slab prison, flames caressing the reinforced glass shielding and leaving black blemishes once it moved on. I stared longingly at the dancing shadows brought by the fire. Their vain attempts to reach out and embrace gave me comfort. A feeling that I had only just recently rediscovered and been able to replicate after my twenty years of loneliness and self-deprivation.
An hour passed without change. When I stood to leave, I felt a sudden draft from an unknown source. Unknown to me at the time, but I was about to come face to face with my own destiny.
Odd. There are no windows open. My first thought was that Jennifer, my handmaiden, had come in while I was in reverie. Accidentally leaving a window open when airing out the musty room. Looking around, however, I could see only closed windows. In fact, every window in the study was sealed. Incapable of being opened. So where was this chill coming from?
The change in the way the fire crackled is what first alerted me to a new presence. Turning my head toward the fireplace, I saw purple flames in place of red and orange. In front the fire were two snow white arms and black hands erupting from a dark circle. It's edges radiating a purple mist. The arms pulled up the head of a woman with strands of flowing white hair. A set of long, black horns adorned her forehead. She looks at me with gray, glistening eyes and pink labeled lips. I watched in awe as she pulls free the rest of her body. She was slim with a pair of small, round breasts, and flat belly. A curvy waist. Thin thighs. Her rear perfectly rounded and shaped. I then spotted her two other inhuman features: A pair of small, black demonic wings, and a devilish tail that extended from just above her posterior. She wore a black, lacy bra with a pink ribbon in the center with matching underwear. Two black strips connected her panties to black stockings that molded around her tall, thin legs. If not for her horns, she would have definitely been shorter than me.
"Victor. It's so nice to finally meet you in person." The devil spoke. At least, that what I assumed she was at the time. Who else would have such a ghastly appearance and show up from a dark portal from seemingly nowhere?
She laughed. "No, I am not the Devil, but a devil. You may call me Beatrix." She had read my mind, which in and of itself would have be freakish if not for her three external protrusions that I mentioned earlier. (The last paragraph, in case you missed it.)
I sat back down with a long, drawn out sigh. "Why are you here?" I asked bluntly, ready to strike at moments notice, devil or not.
Beatrix blinks. "The typical human reaction when they see me is fear, yet you do not show any signs of such emotions." Beatrix recomposes herself, obviously caught off guard by your fortitude. "You see, I have been watching you for a very, very long time. I am prepared to offer you an opportunity. An opportunity to see your wife."
I stared at Beatrix with cold, piercing eyes. "What's the catch."
Another laugh, but her previous enthusiasm had been replace with caution. Fear was written all over her face. She realized her mistake and forced a fabricated smile. "A wise one you are! Yes, there is a catch. I will reunite Victor Black with his dear wife, even allow them to remain in each others company, but, only after you help me achieve my goal." She gives an enticing grin.
Beatrix chose her words carefully. Clearly she had rehearsed that single line more than she would admit. Also, I am positive there is more than she is letting on.
"Still skeptical?" She smiled. "Then let me show you the power that I offer you in return for you service." Beatrix swayed up to me and leaned forward in an attempt to kiss me. I offered no resistance. Who was I to turn down a beautiful woman's (devil's) kiss. She placed her lips against mine. Her cherry flavored tongue lapped my own. However, she was inexperienced. Offering little sensual pleasure. Which seemed odd given she was a devil, a creature that lived off the pleasure and cruelty of others. Her cheeks glowed a bright red as I thought further about her almost childish exchange. Breaking away, she stares at me with an embarrassed expression.
"T-That, uh, was my first!" She shouted after a moment of awkward silence, stumbling on her words.
Great, now I feel bad. Wait... No, I don't.
"Anyways, I'll give you a day to think over my proposition. In the meantime, test out your new powers." Beatrix spun on the heal of a single shoe. I watch from behind as she weaved her hands creating magical, glowing letters in an unknown alphabet in the air. She chanted in a familiar language. French, maybe Italian? Huh... A French Demoness? Cute. Then she disappeared just as quickly as she had appeared. I didn't even get the chance to ask her about my new powers before she left, because I was still caught up thinking about demons that happened to also be French.
But, I did indeed feel different. Something about me had definitely changed. I strayed up to a mirror, hoping I hadn't begun growing any additional body parts. Fortunately, no new extremities. Unfortunately, thinking about it now, that would be rather intriguing. For once in a long while, I cracked a wide grin.
Knocking on the study door snapped me back into reality.
"Doctor?" Jennifer called. "I'm coming in."
Jennifer opened to door and slipped her way inside, closing the door behind her. As I said before, Jennifer is my personal maid. Her chocolate skin, dark hair, and green eyes seemed to mix well together, giving her a beautiful appearance. If I remember correctly, she was twenty-two-years-old, young, sociable, good at general chores and a decent chef. She is tall, has two large breasts attached to her chest, meaty thighs, and always dons a pleasant expression. Overall a great help to an unappreciative master.
She scanned the room with squinting eyes. "It's so dark, sir." She was right. The fire had since extinguished, leaving the room shrouded in black. Except, it wasn't, at least for me. I couldn't see better if the lights were on. Check one off the list of new demon powers.
"Over here." I said.
She turned and bowed in typical maid fashion. "Good evening, sir. I have prepared your nightly activities and..." She stopped and stared at me curiously. "Sir, you should know you're handsome when you smile. Wait, no... That isn't to say you're not always handsome when you're not smiling. It's just, um...." Jennifer whispers under her breath, clearly frustrated at herself for saying something she deemed idiotic. "I'll be taking my leave now. It's getting late." She gave me another bow and turned to leave, embarrassed.
Something in my head wanted me to stop her.
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