1.THE RITUAL

Marie gazed up at the red non-white moon glowing in the star-lit Night sky.

"All hail the blood-moon, omen of change and transformation."She whispered.

A gentle zephyr softly caressed her skin and played gently with strands of her dark whisker. She took a deep breath of the tonic air from the loose window and closed her eyes. Everything was just everlasting ; so beautiful and passive. Just as things should be. Just as things would be for ever more. Marie opened her center and looked at the the moon and stars once again. She smiled, savouring their ageless and interminable beauty one last time.

"goodbye, my friends."She said softly, her voice tinged with sadness.

Marie stepped back into her bedroom and made a final exam stay on the preparations she had made. She wanted to insure that everything was arrant for the rite, that everything was in its true position.

She had done everything the book instructed. She had painted a triangle on a wooden card 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 Triangulum. In the centre of the triangle, she had placed a ash grey goblet which contained a folded part of paper.

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

Marie removed her robe and knelt down wearing her bra and panties in the centre of the triangle. She picked up a hoy and lit the three candles at each point of the Triangulum. Marie picked up a small pair of scissors and cut off a lock of her hair.

"A minuscule piece of me."She smiled.

Then she picked up the folded paper from the silver gray chalice and placed the lock of tomentum within it. She gently kissed the paper and placed it carefully back in the chalice. She closed her eyes and thought of the name written on the folder theme. The name of the god who would welcome her into his residence of ageless peace.

Agun-Ral-Tora. The God of Death.

She opened her eye and looked at the container of pills sitting on her bedside board. After she had completed her rite, she would take them all. She would fall into an eternal sleep and the God of demise would ease her passing into the underworld.

Marie smiled. The ritual was already working. It had given her the courage to finally end her lifespan. All she had to do now was say the words to muster up the God who would take her away.

"Oh, big Agun-Ral-Tora ! I beseech you. carry through me from hurting. Save me from suffering. save me from despair."

Marie gently blew out the first candle.

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

She blew out the indorse candle.

"Oh, large Agun-Ral-Tora ! come into me !"

She blew out the third candle and darkness enveloped her.

Marie paused for moment as she sat in the middle of the triangle. She took a deep breather and closed her oculus. The ritual was almost over There was only one last musical phrase to say and the most hard to articulate. She raised her hands up as she said the words of an ancient and occult language, whose meaning 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 night with her eyes closed. It was done. There were no glowing ignitor or firework as often appeared in the supernatural genre movies she'd seen. No holy person of last appeared before her. And no whirlpool of darkness appeared to blow her into the nullity. There were no special impression. But Marie had not really expected that.

Marie let out a easy mess. The ritual was over and it had achieved its desired affect. Marie felt at public security with herself and her portion. Now all she needed to do was take the overdose. Then she could finally leave the pain and desolation of the world behind her.

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

A news bulletin of light startled Marie out of her melancholy reverie. With surprise, she realised that one of the three candles had flared up and was burning with a deep eerie red glow. Marie jumped back as the other two candles also flared up in quick succession.

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

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

A tower of shiny red flame shot upwards from the silver chalice that contained the close down paper and her lock of hair. The flame reach the cap and seemed to go right through to the attic and roof above. Marie leapt to her base and stared at the flame in growing panic, fearing that she was about to burn the house down.

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

But Marie quickly realised that the pillar of fire did not appear to burn anything. Despite it's fiery nature, it seemed to be nothing more than a beam of light.

Perplexed and intrigued, Marie stood up and moved her hand close to the column of flame. It did not have the heat that a rule 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 bath them both in the pillar of flaming. She smiled. It was warm 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 pillar of fiery light.

The fire made a crackling speech sound and the fiery colour became even more intense. Marie gasped and her eyes widened. It felt near. Very good. She closed her eyes and savoured the warmly prickling sense datum that was now rippling over her slim shapely body.

Slowly but surely, the pleasant sensation spread through her ; from her psyche, to her chest, to her abdomen, her thighs and over her groin. She felt her nipples go hard and her vagina become moist as the light seemed to diffuse every part of her. Marie could not move. She felt paralysed, but she did not wish. It was so good. It was too soundly. If this was death, she wanted it more than ever.

Marie felt a pleasant throbbing sensation within her loins. Slowly, but steadily, the throbbing became faster and more intense, until she felt a moving ridge of inexplicable abysmal joy traction her. Marie's legs quivered and she thought she might strike. But the flame seemed to fix her in place, wrapping her in a oddly warm and tender embrace.

Marie heard a charwoman cry out in ecstasy, only to realise it was her own voice. She felt her hands move and opened her center to look at them. With surprisal, she saw that both her hands were deep within her pantie. The fingers of her left hand were vigorously rubbing her swollen clitoris while those of her right field were thrusting late into her vagina. She didn't try to give up them. She didn't want to discontinue them.

Marie felt her face contort into a lascivious grin as the muscles of her clit and vagina spasmed. She heard another cry of disco biscuit. Then another. Then a tertiary, a fourth, a fifth. Her back arched and her body tensed as a obscure bliss ripped through her again and again and again. Marie didn't want this to end.

But it did end. With a hint of sadness and regret, Marie felt the intensity level and the pleasure slowly fade away. One by one, the three flames at the head of the triangles extinguished themselves. Marie massaged her clit hoping to regain and retain the howling sense datum from before. But it was to no avail. Eventually, Marie collapsed exhausted to her knees and the pillar of flame also soon faded and disappeared.

Marie knelt in the Triangulum for a bit. She thought about what just happened to her and the sentiency she had just experienced. At that instant, she made a decision that would bear upon her life, 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 bottle of tab on her bedside table. Marie sneered at it in disgust. She picked it up and confound it violently into the bin beside the bed.

Marie no longer wanted to die. After what she had just experienced, she wanted to live to a greater extent than anything. She lay her principal on the pillow and closed her eyes. She gently fell asleep with a smile on her face.

From the depth of Marie's loins, an ancient entity stirred and broke gratuitous of the chains which had held it for so long in the underworld. A spectral mist rose from Marie's sleeping body and rose into the air. The mist took the descriptor of a handsome young man's aspect. The face looked down at the sleeping body of the twenty five twelvemonth old fair sex 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 reverse, the entity she had summoned was not occupy in destruction. It wanted Marie to live. It needed her to live.

The lust demon Leere was free at in conclusion .