1.THE rite

Marie gazed up at the red coloured moon glowing in the star-lit night sky.

"All hail the blood-moon, portent of modification and transformation."She whispered.

A gentle air softly caressed her skin and played gently with strands of her night hair. She took a deep breather of the overbold air from the unresolved window and closed her eyes. Everything was just staring ; so beautiful and peaceful. Just as things should be. Just as thing would be for ever more. Marie opened her middle and looked at the the moonlight and stars once again. She smiled, savouring their eternal and interminable beauty one last time.

"good-by, my friends."She said softly, her voice tinged with sadness.

Marie stepped back into her bedchamber and made a final exam bank check on the cooking she had made. She wanted to ensure that everything was perfect for the ritual, that everything was in its rightful plaza.

She had done everything the book instructed. She had painted a trilateral on a wooden board with bees-wax and laid it in the centre of her room. She had placed a bright red coloured candle at each of the three points of the triangle. In the centre of the triangle, she had placed a silver medal goblet which contained a pen up piece of paper.

The dark had finally come and everything was cook. It was time to meet her destiny.

Marie removed her gown and knelt down wearing her bra and panty in the middle of the triangle. She picked up a lighter and lit the three wax light at each period of the triangle. Marie picked up a small brace of pair of scissors and cut off a ringlet of her hair.

"A little piece of me."She smiled.

Then she picked up the folded theme from the silver goblet and placed the lock of hair's-breadth within it. She gently kissed the paper and placed it carefully back in the goblet. She closed her eyes and view of the public figure written on the booklet paper. The name of the god who would welcome her into his abode of eternal peace.

Agun-Ral-Tora. The God of Death.

She opened her optic and looked at the container of pills sitting on her bedside table. After she had completed her ritual, she would demand them all. She would fall into an perpetual sleep and the God of decease would comfort her passage into the underworld.

Marie smiled. The ritual was already working. It had given her the courage to finally end her spirit. All she had to do now was say the words to summon the God who would hire her away.

"Oh, great Agun-Ral-Tora ! I beseech you. Save me from pain. spare me from suffering. Save me from despair."

Marie gently blew out the first candle.

"Oh, heavy Agun-Ral-Tora ! I give myself to you. I give my life, my love and my person to you."

She blew out the second gear candle.

"Oh, great Agun-Ral-Tora ! Come into me !"

She blew out the tierce cd and darkness enveloped her.

Marie paused for here and now as she sat in the middle of the triangle. She took a deep breathing spell and closed her center. The ritual was almost over There was only one last idiomatic expression to say and the most hard to pronounce. She raised her hands up as she said the words of an antediluvian and mystical linguistic communication, whose import had been lost in the mists of time.

"Agun-Ral-Tora ! Sla kelum rath ka. Chan-to kelum rath ka soe."

Marie sat alone in the dark with her eyes closed. It was done. There were no glowing brightness level or pyrotechnic as often appeared in the supernatural genre movie she'd seen. No angel of death appeared before her. And no whirlpool of duskiness appeared to suck her into the void. There were no special effects. But Marie had not really expected that.

Marie let out a subdued sight. The ritual was over and it had achieved its desired affect. Marie felt at peace with herself and her fate. Now all she needed to do was take the overdose. Then she could finally leave the bother and loneliness of the public behind her.

The time had come when the death-god would lead her hand and escort her gently into the underworld.

A flash of brightness startled Marie out of her melancholic reverie. With surprise, she realised that one of the three candle had flared up and was burning with a deep eerie red radiance. Marie jumped back as the other two cd also flared up in quickly succession.

Wide-eyed with alarm, Marie stared at the three standard candle glowing brightly around her.

"What the Hades is happening ?"She whispered to herself.

A mainstay of bright red flame shot upwards from the ash grey chalice that contained the turn up paper and her lock of hairsbreadth. The flame reach the cap and seemed to go right through to the attic and roof above. Marie leapt to her feet and stared at the flaming in growing scare, fearing that she was about to burn the house down.

Is this how the Death God would assume her ? With fire and destruction.

But Marie quickly realised that the column of flame did not appear to cauterize anything. Despite it's fiery nature, it seemed to be nothing More than a radio beam of light.

Perplexed and intrigued, Marie stood up and moved her script close to the pillar of flame. It did not have the estrus that a normal flaming would. Marie hesitantly moved her hand through the beam of light, half expecting to be burned. But it was not hot. It felt warm. Indeed it felt almost soothing ... enticing.

Frowning, Marie stretched both her hands out and bathe them both in the tower of flame. She smiled. It was strong and pleasant. The flame widened as if inviting her to enter.

Marie smiled."So this is how I offer myself to you, Agun-Ral-Tora. So be it."Marie stepped forward so that she was fully encompassed by the mainstay of fiery light.

The flame made a crackling phone and the igneous colour became even more intense. Marie gasped and her center widened. It felt thoroughly. Very good. She closed her eyes and savoured the warm tingling sense impression that was now rippling over her slim down shapely eubstance.

Slowly but surely, the pleasant champion paste through her ; from her mind, to her pectus, to her abdomen, her thighs and over her groin. She felt her nipple go hard and her vagina suit moist as the light seemed to penetrate every persona of her. Marie could not move. She felt paralysed, but she did not care. It was so good. It was too good. If this was death, she wanted it more than ever.

Marie felt a pleasant throbbing sensation within her lumbus. Slowly, but steadily, the pounding became faster and more acute, until she felt a wafture of incomprehensible unfathomable joy travelling bag her. Marie's peg quivered and she thought she might fall. But the fire seemed to fix her in place, wrapping her in a strangely warm and tender embrace.

Marie heard a woman cry out in ecstasy, only to realise it was her own phonation. She felt her script move and opened her eyes to look at them. With surprise, she saw that both her workforce were deep within her panties. The fingers of her left hand were vigorously rubbing her swollen clitoris while those of her right wing were thrusting mysterious into her vagina. She didn't try to contain them. She didn't want to stop them.

Marie felt her face contort into a lewd smiling as the muscleman of her clit and vagina spasmed. She heard another cry of cristal. Then another. Then a 3rd, a fourth, a twenty percent. Her back arciform and her consistence tensed as a hidden walking on air ripped through her again and again and again. Marie didn't want this to end.

But it did end. With a tinge of sadness and regret, Marie felt the volume and the pleasure slowly fade away. One by one, the three flames at the points of the triangle extinguished themselves. Marie massaged her clit hoping to retrieve and retain the wonderful sensory faculty from before. But it was to no service. Eventually, Marie collapsed exhausted to her knees and the pillar of fire also soon faded and disappeared.

Marie knelt in the triangle for a moment. She thought about what just happened to her and the sentiency she had just experienced. At that instant, she made a determination that would impact her aliveness, and that of many others, for many years to come.

Marie crawled over to the her bed and pulled herself up onto the mattress. She saw the bottleful of lozenge on her bedside table. Marie sneered at it in disgust. She picked it up and fuddle it violently into the bin beside the bed.

Marie no longer wanted to die. After what she had just experienced, she wanted to hold up more than anything. She lay her head on the pillow and closed her center. She gently fell asleep with a smile on her face.

From the depth of Marie's pubes, an ancient entity stirred and broke free of the chains which had held it for so long in the underworld. A spiritual mist rose from Marie's sleeping soundbox and rose into the air. The mist took the bod of a handsome young man's face. The grimace looked down at the sleeping physical structure of the XX five class old woman below and smiled with satisfaction.

The ritual had worked. But not in the way Marie had expected. She had not summoned a death god. On the obstinate, the entity she had summoned was not interested in demise. It wanted Marie to live. It needed her to live.

The lust demon Leere was spare at last .