Rita watched as Grath
stomped back into the temple. His smile
was gone, and there was blood on the blades that jutted out of his wrists.
“Where’s Elizabeth?” Ujin stood just to the right of Grath’s
throne, watching him.
“Dead.” Grath growled.
“And the demon
girl?”
“I took care of
her!” Grath turned towards Ujin getting
inches from the small elf’s face.
The elf didn’t
flinch.
“The others are near,”
Ujin walked towards the opening to the room.
“I think it’s time we prepare you for the ritual.”
Grath sat in his
throne. “What?”
Ujin smiled, and Rita
slowly backed way, pulling Max with her as she did. From the look on that little demon’s face,
she knew something bad was about to happen.
Ujin raised his arm, and
clenched his fist. Suddenly, stone
clasps sealed Grath’s wrists and ankles to the throne.
“What is this?” Grath tugged at the stone clasps, but he
couldn’t break free.
“The energy from the gods
created from the Light Scribes are required to open the gateway, and you Grath,
my dear boy, are still a creation of the Light.
No matter how perverted you have become.” Ujin turned towards Rita. “Are you ready to take your place?”
“No.” Rita shook her
head, trying to move farther away, but the thick, stone wall stopped her.
“To bad.” The smile fell from Ujin’s face.
He held out his hand, and
slowly raised it. Mimicking the motion
of the elf’s hand, Rita found herself being lifted off the ground. With a flick of his wrist she was sent flying
across the room, her body crashing down onto the stone altar.
The blow from the landing
knocked the wind out of her, and she winced in pain. She tried to rise, but some force was holding
her down.
She turned her head, and
she could see Ujin walking towards her, taking each step slowly as his little
legs made the climb difficult.
“I swear this won’t be
painful.” Ujin began to pull off his
shirt. “It might be pleasurable, if you
allow it to be.”
As Ujin began to undress,
he started to grow. His doll façade fell
away, and was replaced by glistening red muscle. When he removed his pants, his legs thickened
and lengthened, and she could see that he was anatomically correct.
“Did you think I would
continue this ritual in my earlier form?” Ujin laughed, his voice now deep,
masculine. “I doubt it would have been
very useful. My elf form is hung like a
thumb tack, but as you can see, now I’m fully equipped to do my duty to the
Nameless.”
He reached out, his
glistening, muscular hand touching her face.
“Oh, my darling daughter. Your
mother had tried to keep you away from me.
She knew the power our union would bring. You, the last surviving Nameless, and me,
their chief servant.”
“Dau…Daughter?” Rita’s
eyes went wide.
“When I chose my path, I
gave up my earthly body, instead taking a form that could easily watch this
temple. Now, though, that form is not
needed. This temple, and the two of us,
will finally fulfill our duty to your ancestors.” He smiled, and Rita could see the muscles in
his face pull as his lipless mouth pulled into a sickening display of joy.
“Rita!” Clare’s voice echoed through the
chamber. “Rita, where are you?”
“Don’t let your friends
come in here!” Rita screamed as loud as
she could. “Don’t let them…”
Ujin gave her a hard
crack across the face, and her vision went blurry. Then he turned, looking at the entryway. “Hurry!
Please, hurry! All of you, hurry
up! Grath has me cornered!”
When Ujin spoke, he
sounded exactly like Rita.
He leaned close, his face
inches from her ears. “You will not ruin
this for me. Now, lay back and enjoy as
your father takes good care of you.”
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