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The Evil One
by
Bill Hart
The time that many of those chasing him thought marked the dawn of
the new millenium drew nigh.
In the year at hand, there were only a few mere hours left.
And yet regardless of what the masses thought, the coming year 1000
did not truly mark the beginning that new millenium. Another year
must yet pass before then. And in the time between now and then,
fear of this time would run rampant throughout the superstitious
folk of the countryside. For they all knew, without doubt, that
the Evil One must be afoot and moving amongst them.
They had sought him out.
And they found him.
In their great and holy quest to be forever rid of him, they were led
nominally by the King's own wizard Shatok. From one town to the
next, they pursued the Evil One. But always he fled into the nearby
woods. Always they would lose him there, until once again he'd leave
the forest covering behind.
But having finally caught up with him once again, this time, they
were confident, would be different. This time, they were determined
to catch him. And, as had always been their intention, when they did
so, they would take from him his life. All of them, save Shatok, who
knew better than any of them the foe they chased, felt it was their
just duty and sacred responsibility to return this unholy spawn of
the devil to his immortal and most immoral master.
"There he is!" shouted one as he spotted the Evil One in the
clearing.
"Let's get him!" shouted another.
But still the Evil One, known more familiarly as Magrod to his older
brother Shatok, managed to quickly elude them as he always had. Near
the forest's edge, he had earlier spied a small cottage. And with it
once more in his sight, a plan - an inspiration really - had already
begun to take shape and form within his mind.
Unnoticed by any of those hunting him, he entered through the cottage
door and with great frustration found it vacant. What a shame, he
thought, for after being pursued so very long, he would have enjoyed
a killing - almost anyone would have been sufficient - at that exact
moment.
But instead, per the plan he'd devised, he cast upon himself a spell
of transmogrification. His body felt as if a million insects crept
across his skin. And with dizziness threatening to overtake him, he
collapsed onto the floor, where he thrashed about alternately in
great pain and immeasurable pleasure as what he was became now what
he had been. And what he had now become, even Magrod's own mother
would never recognize as her younger son.
With the abeyance of both his pains and his pleasures, Magrod most
carefully rose from where he'd fallen. As he did, he saw that his
hair was now darker then the darkest shade of ebony he had ever
remember seeing. And with the texture of the finest of silks, it
swirled across his shoulders and flowed down his backside to tickle
at the tops of his buttocks.
His hand - he was surprised at its finely crafted appearance - made
its way slowly to his chest, where under the clothes he wore were now
found, as he'd expected, a wholesome pair of breasts. As his hands
continued exploring further, they found an indentation at his waist
and the widening of his hips. And just as he had conjectured from
just the feel the simple touch of his hair had evoked, his hand found
his ass to be just as shapely and womanly as the rest of him had
become.
At his reflection in the mirror along the far wall, Magrod smiled at
the woman he had become. She was quite beautiful. Too bad that's
really me, he thought, I wouldn't mind being able to spend time with
her. She was dressed in a soft flowing peasant's gown and wore a
peasant's crude sandals on her feet. She, for in order to avoid
detection by her brother she knew she must think of herself as she,
bore no doubts that even one of her pursuers would recognize the
beauty she'd become as Magrod, who they'd named the Evil One.
But once more, the mob had lost track of their prey.
"To where could the Evil One have disappeared." shouted one in his
anguish.
"Perhaps he is hiding in that cottage over there." suggested another.
"Then we should burn it to the ground with him inside." several more
replied in unison.
"No." said Shatok in a booming voice. "What if the Evil One is not
inside?" he asked them. "Instead, what if there is only an innocent
inside? How many of you would risk eternal damnation by the killing
of an innocent, which allowed the Evil One to escape."
The angry crowd hushed.
"Then what shall we do, Shatok?" asked one finally. "For the Evil
One may actually be inside."
"I shall investigate, as is my responsibility entrusted to me by our
King." replied Shatok. "All of you shall wait for me here. If by
some chance I should fail to return, then, at that time and not
before, you must burn the cottage to the ground."
Shatok walked up to the door of the cottage and knocked upon it three
times - his lucky number. As it slowly swung open, he was surprised
to find one of the most beautiful women he'd ever seen now standing
before him.
"Excuse me, my lady." said Shatok. Even though he knew it was rude,
he couldn't stop himself from staring at her. "We are looking for
the Evil One, known to some as the sorcerer Magrod. Have you
perchance seen anything strange or unusual in the past few hours,
my lady."
"No." she replied with a voice sweet enough to have made the sirens
green with envy. "I have seen nothing out of the ordinary, good
sir."
"Very well." replied the wizard with an appreciative smile. "But we
shall stop here again in a short while and check to make certain all
is well with you before we move on."
"If you think it be necessary, you shall be most welcome here, good
sir." she smiled back warmly at him. "I wish you the best of luck in
tracking down the one you seek, Shatok."
"Thank you, my lady." Turning back towards the anxiously waiting
crowd, Shatok heard the the door to the cottage close. He absently
wondered what the beautiful young woman had thought of him. But
after taking just a half dozen steps, he abruptly stopped. There
was something, he realized, definitely not right here.
Returning to the door of the cottage, he rapped again his lucky three
times. And, as before, the beautiful woman answered.
"What brings you back so soon?" she asked coyly.
"I was just wondering, my lady," said Shatok inquisitively, "if you
might permit me to make a quick examination of your premises."
"I don't see why not." she replied with a broad smile. "As is known
to all hereabouts, I live here by myself. And until you and those
with you arrived earlier, I had not seen a solitary soul other than
myself in nearly a fortnight. But if you think you might find
someone other than myself here now, you are most mistaken. And yet,
as I have nothing to hide, you may look to your heart's delight."
"Thank you, my lady." Shatok crossed over the threshold. "If
nothing else comes of this, then surely will my own curiosity be
sated."
If he will only give me half a chance, she thought. It would be so
easy to rid myself of this unsuspecting dolt of a brother, who is
truly the one hunting me that I have cause to fear.
"All appears as you said it would, my lady." said Shatok. "I shall
now take my leave of you and rejoin those waiting for me outside. We
should have no need to trouble you more."
"You have checked all the rooms already?" she asked.
"I believe I have, my lady. A place as small as this can be quickly
checked."
"And you have even scanned the _secret_ room?"
"I divined no rooms other than those visible to my eyes." said Shatok
in surprise. He began to wonder if he'd misjudged her.
"You wouldn't normally. And even knowing it was here, you might
still miss it." she explained. "It is heavily warded with spells to
prevent its detection by even the mightiest of sorcerers. Alas, it
seems my late husband was into things of questionable legality."
"Might I see that room, my lady."
"If that is your wish." she replied. "Its entrance lay clouded from
your perceptions and is yet but simply concealed by the drapery just
behind you."
Shatok turned around. And as he did, Magrod seized her chance.
Quickly she cast the dissolution spell that would once and for all
eternity separate her brother, her mortal enemy, from his life.
But nothing happened.
"What?" she whispered in disbelief.
"Is there something wrong, my lady?" smiled Shatok, who had turned
back to face her. "Or perhaps, it would be better if I were to ask
if there were something wrong, Magrod, my brother?"
"How could you know it was me? Not that it really matters." Magrod
concentrated his will on the spell, which, once cast, would restore
to him his true shape and form. But just like the spell which should
have proven itself most lethal against her brother, nothing happened.
And regardless of whatever spell she tried, she could not rid herself
of the female form she still possessed.
Shatok smiled at her. "Are you wondering why your spell failed to
permanently disrupt my continued existence, my brother? Or perhaps,
does your inexplicable retention of this exceptionally pleasing
female form you've provided yourself disturb you even more, dear
_sister_."
"What you have done just now is impossible." spat Magrod. "The spell
of dissolution once cast against the unsuspecting cannot be stopped.
To do as you have done implies your knowledge it would be used
against you. And that you could not have known. If you had, then
you knew I was here, which, after having observed the way you looked
at me, you obviously didn't."
"But I suspected you were nearby, although not in quite as lovely a
form as this. That was enough for me to be prepared." replied
Shatok. "Whether or not you choose to believe it, you erred earlier
and aroused my suspicions. As I left your door, you called me
Shatok, even though I had never mentioned my name to you. But still,
my _sister_, I've known you long and well enough that I was not
totally convinced you were who I believed you might be. You might
have been just another of my brother's victims ensorcelled to throw
us farther off your track.
"But you yourself removed the last of my doubts to your identity with
the casting of that spell. I have long known you would attempt to
use it against me if only given a chance. As a consequence, I was
warded specifically against it as I entered. I was never in any
danger from you.
"When your spell initially struck my wards, which were incidentally
designed by he who both of us once called master, it triggered a
counterspell of my own design." Shatok smiled in appraisal of his
new sister's comely form.
"What has it done to me?" she asked uneasy with his attentions.
"You have been effectively severed from any consequence or any source
of magic, Magrod. For the remainder of your life, you are locked
within the shell that you possessed at that time. Although I must
admit I would have never thought to find the form that you yourself
provided so incredibly attractive. While you retain this form or
find yourself possessed of one similar, no magic, either for good or
for foul, may be worked against you. But as a counterbalance, for
as long as you continue to live, you will have no ability to work
magic."
"If that is all you are willing or able to do, then I need only die
to easily escape this entrapment of yours." Magrod began to laugh.
"Once I have ended what is left of this now useless life, it should
prove neither difficult nor overly time consuming for he, who I now
call master, to seek out my soul in the afterlife and have it once
more joined to a male body not yet born. Being a little baby for a
few short years will only be a temporary inconvenience."
"I might agree with you, if things were equal." replied Shatok. He
gently paced his hand under her chin and, with equal gentleness,
lifted it in order to stare deeply into her eyes. He smiled at
finding what he'd expected to see. "But things are not equal, my
sister."
Fear crept across her face. "What else have you done to me?" she
asked.
"I have freely given you gifts, which I doubt you shall fully yet
appreciate." he replied. "You no longer age, sister." he smiled.
"That is a gift I'm quite certain you _will_ come to find most useful
in time. And, since I could never countenance one as beautiful as
you doing herself harm, with the minimally required exception, you
are also now completely invulnerable to any physical harm that might
befall you."
"No. You can't do this to me." screamed Magrod. "But wait. You
said there was an exception." She suddenly smiled. Her brother, in
strict conformance with the rules governing what she considered a
curse, was required to provide an escape clause. "What is it,
Shatok?" she demanded of him.
He was required to tell her, but _only_ if she asked. "For the one
hour that immediately precedes each new millenium, you are capable of
being harmed. In fact, you may at the time, if that be truly your
desire, attempt to take your own life. If you should succeed, then
you are your master's to do with as he pleases. If your master
should decide to reincarnate you as a male, so be it. Yet, with all
the tales I have heard of late, your master might decide you will be
of better service to him with a form more similar to what you now
possess. But miss your opportunity, and you wait a thousand years
for your next chance."
Magrod's fear began to fade, as he began to laugh. "You must think
me a total fool, brother. My master would never do what you suggest
he might to his loyal servant." he haughtily replied. "You even make
this far to easy, Shatok. I wonder why I ever thought I need fear
you. I will escape from your punishment and this confinement in just
one year's time, when the new millenium dawns. Or had you, like all
these other superstitious clods hereabouts, forgotten that it begins
one year from now."
"Not at all." Shatok grinned at his sister making her visibly
uncomfortable. "I am counting on that passage of a year to make
certain things more difficult for you." He looked her over
carefully. "You must be a virgin, as you are now, at that time.
Otherwise your invulnerability will not lapse."
"That's no problem." snarled Magrod. "I have no intentions of ever
allowing myself to be fucked by another man."
"So you say now, my sister." said Shatok. "But many are the things
which change in the course of the time. Might _you_ not be one of
them?"
"What the hell are you talking about?" asked Magrod angrily.
"You have made yourself a beautiful woman, my sister. In the years
yet to come, whatever standard of feminine beauty exists, you shall
easily exceed it. And even the ugliest of people, either male or
female, have carnal desires. But as a beauty, men will find you
compelling attractive and unable to resist your many charms.
And yet, soon after I take my leave of you, new desires will also
begin to flame within you as well. As more men gain interest in
you, so to will men become more attractive _to_ you. You will begin
to seek them out simply for the pleasures that only they can provide
for you. I wonder how long it will take each month for you to lose
your virginity."
"What are you talking about?" snapped Magrod. "I'm not that ignorant
that I do not know a woman can only have her cherry popped just once.
That means, given I'm not overly inclined to believe this fairy tale
of yours about lusting like a common slut after other men, if I get
raped in the next year, I'm screwed - please pardon the pun - for all
of eternity."
"Now that would be less than fair. I'm sure you'll agree. Won't
you?" replied Shatok. "So I've given you another gift. At one
minute past the beginning of every month from here until your
release, your virginity shall be restored to you, provided of course,
you are not pregnant, in which case all continues normally." Magrod
shivered at the thought she might one day bear a child. "You'll
start each month with a brand new slate, but as each day passes into
the next, you'll grow hornier and hornier until you shall gladly give
any male exactly what he wants from you, unless you can somehow find
some way to fight off or control _your_ insatiable urges."
Magrod looked at her brother stunned. "That's not much fairer, if at
all." she whispered.
"Perhaps, not." agreed Shatok. "But for some inexplicable reason,
I'm suddenly feeling quite generous. I've decided to grant you
another way out."
"And that is?" she asked leerily.
"If, after satisfying your carnal desires with some man, he should
wish, before he for any reason leaves your bed, that he were you,
then the two of you shall immediately exchange souls, each becoming
completely and unknowingly the other. But at the time of his body's
physical passing, both souls will be returned to the afterlife, with
yours once again subject to your master's whim."
Shatok pulled his sister into his embrace. Magrod struggled against
him, fearing her brother intended to rape her. But rape was not his
intent. He meant only to open her awareness of her new self. As his
lips met hers, her struggles to escape his grasp abruptly ceased.
Pulling back from her, even though she tried to prevent _his_ escape
from her, Shatok looked deeply once more into her eyes, which
mirrored the conflict raging in her soul. Her fear was rapidly
receding. Her vast confusion swirled madly about. And her budding
lust for men was quickly growing.
"We shall shortly return, my lady." said Shatok, as he turned to go
back to the waiting crowd, leaving the confused young woman alone in
an attempt to allow her mind to sift through what had happened.
"We need not search further." Shatok announced to the crowd on his
return. "The Evil One is no longer present here. But the Lady Maro,
whose cottage stands yonder, has asked if she might be allowed to
express her gratitude, in _her_ own way, to each and every one of
us for our diligence in keeping the Evil One and his dreaded master
from _her_ door."
A roar of approval erupted from the crowd.
And from her window, the Lady Maro, once known and feared as Magrod
the Evil One, eagerly looked forward with great expectations to the
sensual ministrations that each man outside would soon provide her.
THE END
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