St. Anne's school of lust - Book 1 prehistory

The villagers descended the mountain towards the cave carrying burning torches, pitchforks, clubs, and weapons. The holy man led from the front holding the cross before him, the power of his belief generating a burning glow from the crucifix. An unholy green mist surrounded the creatures that had started to pour out of the entrance. A half dozen virgin women knelt and prayed, and a blast of holy power drove the beasts back into the cave.

Villagers charged, slaying the beasts, and the creatures fought back mercilessly, killing in return. Sensing the tide was turning in the battle, Modroc, the demon of war, shouted, “Hide yourself,” to the demon Lilith, “Prepare for our return.” He smashed his club down on a charging warrior before a torch was thrust into him, driving him back.

One of the holy warriors clutching a gold cross, his face hidden beneath the hooded cowl, was approached by a young woman in a long black snuggly fitted gown, her breasts threatening to spill over, her long dark hair blowing in the wind, two satanic curved horns twisted out of her head, she stared at him her eyes flashing amber and he felt a rush of blood to his groin, he summoned a prayer but stuttered as she moved closer her beauty consuming his thoughts. He felt weakness in his hands as his cock throbbed with lust and lowered the cross. In an instant the demon had closed the distance and lashed out with a claw, severing his jugular and leaving the collapsing body as she moved on to her next victim.

The priest carried a giant cross in each hand, in his right an intricately carved metal stabbing weapon, and in his left a longer staff matching in design but blessed with holy water. Already dispatching a dozen demons with mighty swipes, he realized in his bloodlust he had wandered too far into the cave and become separated from his followers, the battle seemed to have moved away and he found himself alone at the bottom of green stone steps that led up into a glowing light. He stopped aware he was at the entrance to hell and searched his mind for a powerful prayer that would create a barrier. Even as he muttered the first Latin phrases a temptress slowly descended the stairs, tall, slim, beautiful, slender legs, thin arms with long blade-like fingers. Her lengthy horns showed her status, she was naked but for fine wisps of sheer fabric that clung to her body as if sprayed on. Her wings unfurled from her back as she smiled at him and he felt his cock draining his faith away, the cross melted in his hand, and he dropped it reaching down to free his hardened prick.

“I want your cum and your soul.” She whispered as she raised one leg and wrapped it around him, lowering herself onto his cock. He felt the warm snatch suck at his shaft and came with a growl. She moved away leaving the cursed priest weeping on the floor.

The cardinal chanted a verse in Latin and three advancing demons were vapourised instantly. He spun waving his cross at movement behind and was confronted by his daughter. Not the teenage daughter he had sat down and breakfasted with that morning but an obscenely developed older version, fully developed sexually and now slowly walking towards him naked, huge ram’s horns sprouted out of her head.

“Why father where is my loving hug?” As her wings flapped open and her ears grew into pointed versions.

“Stay away demon, what have you done to Angharad?”

“I have been improved, enhanced, don’t you like what you see man of faith?”

His eyes roamed over her body, and he desperately searched for the right words as she came close to him.

“Kiss me with thy tender lips, arghh.” She stumbled backward a spear impaled in her, as a young girl ran forward and grabbed the cross waving it at the demon, who had now fallen to the floor and writhed in agony as she died slowly returning to her original form.

“Oh Angharad.” her father wept as he knelt down at her side, he turned to face the young girl.

“You have saved her soul, my child, may god bless you, what is your name?”

“Aurelia.”

“The golden one! Take my cross child, lead the victory, I will pray for the divine power in you.”

The warrior girl retrieved her spear accepted the cross and ran back to the battle, her golden blonde locks flowing as she ran.

Iris a 12-year-old ragamuffin girl who had been carrying the arrows for a warrior and had got lost in the mist, followed the haunting sound deeper into the green gas, suddenly a fiend stepped out of the shadows in full demon form, its hideous inhuman appearance rooting her to the spot. It advanced holding a ball of steam that rotated in its palm.

It fixed her with its blazing red eyes and thrust out a hand. “Consume.” It snarled.

The girl was instantly transformed into an athletic 18-year-old brunette, who readily accepted the hand offered by the demon.

A group of villagers were pushing back the diminishing hoards and had cornered one against the rocks, as they readied themselves to pounce, Iris leaped amongst them brandishing a staff of fire that killed them on contact leaving the demon to run off with a cackle.

The battle was lost with the remaining demons fleeing back into the cave or transforming into human shapes and vanishing into the night.

Aurelia surveyed the battle from higher ground, resting on a wooden staff from her spent energy when she heard the crunch of footsteps from behind and turned to find Modroc advancing.

“I shall claim you as my trophy, to bear my seed as spoils of war.”

She swept the staff up which burst into flames and stabbed the demon in the heart. He fell to the ground, and she raised the staff to kill him when Iris jumped between them and flashed her staff to counter the blow.

“Flee master.” She shouted as the demon vanished in a flash.

The two girls faced each other.

“Prepare to die traitor.” Aurelia shouted raising her staff to deliver a blow.

But with a wave of her hands, a green mini tornado swept around the demon girl.

“I will be waiting in the future to make you my lover Britney.”

Aurelia heard feint laughter as the figure disappeared.

Lilith the shapeshifter slunk to the edge of the battle and ambushed a peasant girl, killing her with bladed fingers, she dragged the body behind some bushes and then assumed her identity, feigning unconsciousness. She was soon discovered and dragged to safety as the battle continued around her, hearing the cardinal announce “Victory is ours, we have driven them away, take the injured to the hospital, take that girl to the priory.”

She felt strong arms lift her and carry her away.

With the battle won, the cardinal blessed the cave with holy water, and the villagers blocked the entrance with rocks. Over the next 1000 years, most of the villagers slowly forgot the events of that night.