Elizabeth watched the
three of them rushing out of Kurt’s apartment.
She had been watching them for a while, actually. Grath had told her to pay close attention to
them, and she knew that when Grath spoke, it was best to obey.
She leaned back in the
driver’s seat, smiling. It was all going
just as they had planned. Things at the
park were escalating nicely, and now the rest of the group was going to be
herded up there.
“Your plan is
working.” Even though Grath was not
physically with her, no using her as a vassal, she could still talk to
him. “They’ll be there in a couple of
hours.”
“This is not my plan.”
His voice floated into her mind. “This
is something far greater.”
The first time he had spoken
to her it had been painful. Slowly,
though, she had become use to the pain.
She actually had to admit that she was starting to enjoy it. Since her first encounter with Grath,
Elizabeth had felt a shift inside of her.
She had never been a warm person.
Hell, she was usually a stone cold bitch, but now… now she felt all that
anger and hate was for a reason. It
served a purpose. It was there to help
her do Grath’s bidding.
She thought back, to the
night he had summoned her to the temple.
It had been about a week after she had released the spore carrying his
essence into Fantasy Land. When she had
arrived, she had no clue what to expect, but when she had stepped into the
temple, her entire world was turned upside down.
Grath sat in there, on a
stone through. He did not have a vassal,
nor did he need one. The temple had made
him flesh and blood. He was whole, a
solid creature. She had remembered how
shocked she was when she had touched him, and felt his warmth. She had shivered when his long, slick tongue
had flicked out of that ghoulish mouth, and ran along her body. His spit had seemed to melt her clothing,
exposing her to him.
She had, at first,
thought that his lack of genitals would have been a problem when it came to
sex, but how quickly he had proved her wrong.
She had heard jokes about tentacle demons, and like most people she
doubted their existence, but within a few moments Grath had made her a believer.
Physically she had found
Grath repulsive, even terrifying, but not even her fears could have stopped
her. His essence, his very presence,
drove her insane. She wanted him. She wanted to be with him, to give herself to
him fully, and he had taken her violently.
Her body shivered as she
remembered the first time he had used her body.
The act was not an act of love, but of pure, carnal release. People say that Justice had been perverted. They had no idea how right they were.
“Letting your mind
wander?” His voice was low,
playful. “Keep focused Elizabeth. This task is greater then you or I.”
“Of course.” She sat up, ignoring the fire growing between
her legs. “When it’s all over,
though…”
“If you survive it, I
will reward my high priestess accordingly.”
His voice was seemed to vibrate through her whole body.
She did her best to pull
herself together. She could see the taillights
in Bobby’s car snap on, and a few moments later, the car pulled onto the
road.
She had a job to do, and
she needed to make sure that she did it right.
Grath continued to remind her that this was something greater then
either of them, but to her, all that mattered was what Grath wanted.
She was his high
priestess after all, and she took her role very seriously.
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