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In the late 19th century London, the population was in many ways still anchored in the past, while the country was rapidly moving towards the Industrial Revolution.

While houses on one corner were supplied with electricity, those on the next were not even connected to the sewer system.

While the government around Queen Victoria tries to embrace the future and embrace progress, the population is still superstitious and skeptical about all these new technologies and cultures that are pouring into their country from the colonies far from home.

In the shadows of the narrow streets, far from the light of the gas lanterns, are the emporiums of occultists, alchemists and voodoo priests offering their products and services.

If you have the right contacts and are in the right place at the right time, you can meet Chinese spirits in the back rooms of the opium dens and buy potency-enhancing dragon horn bark.

It is a time of new beginnings.

It is a time of change.

And yet...

Some things will always stay the same.

He had always been an adventurer. Even as a small child, he had searched for treasures in the garden and hunted for monsters in the nearby forest. They had all laughed at him back then, but he had never let himself be put off.

Today he knew that the bones he had found in the garden and thought were those of a monster were actually those of a cat. And that the monsters he had been looking for in the forest were just wild boars that had ravaged the cemetery in search of mushrooms. How naive he had been.

Well, he had been a child, after all. What could you expect?

Today he was a grown man. He knew where to find the monsters he was looking for and where to find the treasures he coveted. It was so easy if you only had enough money. He had money. So much money that he didn't even know how to spend it. His aunt had left him land and properties in the country. Things he couldn't do anything with, but which were of great value to the right buyer. He had sold everything. Lands, the old hunting lodge, the forests, the shares... everything. He had only kept a few books written by his great-great-great-uncle Ethelbert McCrowley. They made interesting reading material once you had cracked his cipher.

His great-great-great-uncle had been burned at the stake for witchcraft and invoking the devil. Very interesting.

The population wasn't as advanced back then as it was today. You only had to imagine what knowledge the demons could reveal to you. What secrets you could elicit from them. Power, wealth... certainly... but much more interesting was eternal life... and knowledge... knowledge was the true power. You could achieve any power on earth if you had the necessary knowledge.

He had studied the writings of his ancestor for a long time. He had consulted occultists and spiritualists and had talked at length with Dr. Feelgood, his voodoo doctor of trust, about the entities of the shadows.

He knew there were rules. He was not stupid. He knew that the Shadow Powers had a gift for twisting and convoluting wishes and offers so that they could take advantage of them. Everything had its price. Ultimate power demanded the ultimate price. He was prepared to pay. Well, not himself, but he would make a sacrifice that would pay the price in his stead.

After years of hardship and searching, he had finally found the right formulas. The right incantation circles with the right spell seals. The right rituals and formulas to summon, bind and banish demons. He had tried successfully with some of the lesser demons. Summoned them, bound them, forced them to tell him their "real" name and then banished them again. It had been a high. But you could only get so far by sacrificing rats and stray cats. And these demons were not advanced enough, not powerful enough to give him the knowledge he craved.

Something greater had to happen. He knew he wasn't capable of summoning one of the greater demons. Not yet. But a mid-tier demon, that should be possible. He now knew a few names, had done some research and had found a suitable place to perform the summoning.

He had spent the last two months preparing the place for the summoning.

The old, abandoned church was ideal. It was holy ground. The demon would have less power there. No one had come there for decades. Everything worth looting had been stolen years ago. He had spent days cleaning the sanctuary and uncovering the old wooden floor. Then he had spent weeks carving the incantation circle and the various spell circles into the floor. He had checked the various runes over and over again, making sure that everything was in the right place. One small mistake and everything would be lost. Only when he was one hundred percent sure that he had done everything right did he go hunting for the rest of the things.

He had procured the unwashed salt directly from the mine. He had assured himself that it was the right kind.

He had had the sulphur mined especially for his purposes. From the deepest level. Three workers had died for him.

The black candles, colored with the soot of a funeral pyre, had not been easy to obtain.

It had been quite different with the blood. It was amazing how easy it had been for him to get blood. It raised questions as to what he needed all that blood for, but when he said he needed it for an art project, the butcher hadn't cared.

The blacksmith had been a little perplexed when he had received the drawings from him, but in the end he had managed to produce the energy anchors to his complete satisfaction. He had guaranteed that it was pure iron.

He had obtained the ritual silver blades from his voodoo doc, as well as most of the herbs and incense. The doc had warned him urgently. The shadows knew what he was up to and would not be happy about it. He had waved them off. He knew what he was doing.

"Que les ombres lui soient favorables, le diable ne le sera pas!"

Doc had muttered as he left the store. He hadn't given it any further meaning.

Only two things were still missing. Both would be quite easy to get.

First, he got the necessary sacrifice for the summoning as such. A dog would suffice. The London underworld offered plenty of opportunities for a man like him to get himself a four-legged friend. He found what he was looking for in one of the many dog fighting arenas. It took a little persuasion, but nothing that wouldn't settle a little extra weight in the purse. The owner called him Diablo. A more than fitting name he assured him. He had won countless fights. He was a truly mighty dog. At least for his breed. Even the owner didn't dare touch him.

"He's possessed by the devil. Just yesterday he nearly tore Thommy's arm off in training."

The owner had bragged.

"You don't say. A bad boy, then."

He had noted and smiled broadly. Perfect.

"Yes, he really is vicious. And God help me, he has strength. We only use iron chains for him. He just tears through the leashes or he bites them in seconds."

He nodded, his eyes twinkling.

"All right, how much?"

"What do you mean, how much? How much for what?"

"For the dog... I want to buy it... I need it... how much?"

The owner looked at him questioningly. Had he even been listening? This was no lap dog. This was a straight-up, unstoppable killing machine.

"I can't sell you Diablo. He'll kill you."

He tilted his head and pulled a wad of bills from his coat pocket. He started counting and the owner's eyes widened.

"I mean... you can't just keep a dog like that... he'll tear your house apart... you better not let him run loose in the yard... he'll kill the neighborhood kids... you'll need a big kennel... chains... some helpers... he eats tons of meat... every day... and if he doesn't at least get something to kill once in a while... who knows what he'll do.... but I see you're a man who worries about these things... you've probably already got everything ready... I mean... it shouldn't be my problem should it... so I can leave him to you... but surely a gentleman like you won't have a carriage with a cage... I guess... of course I can deliver it to you too... when would suit you best... it's always a pleasure doing business with professionals. "

A considerable sum of money changed hands and a delivery location and time were agreed. Satisfied, he had left these climes again and secretly thanked his aunt once more for leaving him so many riches. Money made so many things so much easier.

There was only one ingredient left.

The knowledge and the resulting power he hoped to gain came at a price, of course. This price would be so high that he would not be able to pay it. After all, if he sold his soul to the demon, how would he be able to benefit from the knowledge? But he knew that a replacement of equal or greater value was acceptable for the demon. He had already done this with the smaller, lower-ranking demons. Now it was time to find such a replacement. He prowled the streets of London for a while. Of course, it would have been easy to pay a run-of-the-mill prostitute to do it. But that really wouldn't have been a high-quality substitute and the demon would probably have turned down the offer. A virgin would be perfect, but not a child... He leaned against a lamppost opposite the orphanage and thought. His greed for knowledge was great, but was it great enough to let a child go to hell for it?

Perhaps his power would be great enough to save the child after the exchange? No. Surely the demon would be anxious never to let go of its prey once it had got hold of it. Besides, he knew that demons were very tricky and cunning. He would do well to take what winnings he could get and leave the table afterwards. Dealing with the powers of the underworld for too long was rarely a good thing.

He had to find a sacrifice that wouldn't make him feel guilty. Chance came to his aid and shortened his train of thought considerably. One of the nuns who looked after the children in the orphanage had just come out of the servants' entrance to the orphanage. Almost instantly, it clicked together like a perfectly fitting puzzle piece to form a picture. A diabolical grin painted itself on his face.

"Of course... she's a daughter of God, she's pure, virginal and blameless... and she'll be naive enough to follow me... if I offer her that I have a donation for the orphanage in my carriage..."

He rubbed his hands together and pushed himself away from the lantern.

The young sister walked quickly through the shadows in the dark back streets of London. Even for the servants of God, it wasn't safe everywhere. She knew that much too. She was still young, but she wasn't stupid. She didn't notice a man following her. He was like a shadow, flitting from one shadow to the next. It wasn't far to the monastery.

"Thank God there are never any bad people lurking around in these alleys."

She sent up a prayer to the heavens.

"Ah, sister, please wait."

She flinched, startled. She turned around and saw a man in a long coat at the other end of the alley. He waved in a friendly manner.

"Sister, do you work at the orphanage? I have a donation here."

He didn't look like one of the crooks who usually roamed the alleys and robbed people. The coat looked expensive and it was clean.

"I've got them here in the carriage, come, come..."

He waved her over and went into the small street at the end of the alley. She didn't know what to do. The orphanage could always use donations, but on the other hand, why did he want to give her the donation here, and why didn't he just take it to the orphanage, or the convent? How had he even seen her here?

"Sister? Are you coming?"

He poked his head back into the alley and waved vigorously. She smiled.

"A good deed every day!"

She said to herself and walked back into the alley. She walked quickly down the alley and turned into the small street. Sure enough, there was a small carriage. A beautiful vehicle, the door was open and next to it stood the man in the dark coat. He smiled kindly.

"Ah sister, I was afraid I'd scared you off. Look here, I'm sure the children will be delighted."

He said and pointed to something in the carriage. The young sister came closer, now she was actually curious too.

Then everything happened very quickly. He held a handkerchief over her mouth and nose and held her tightly. In her panic, she breathed quickly and tried to scream. The chloroform on the handkerchief quickly took effect and she lost consciousness. He quickly loaded her into the carriage and closed the door behind her. He nimbly climbed onto the coachman's seat. He drove off quickly. He would "store" her in a cellar until Diablo was delivered and the ritual could begin.

At last he had everything he needed to perform the ritual. Tomorrow he would make the final preparations in the church. The spell circles had to be filled with salt, the candles had to be marked with runes and set up, the energy anchors had to be hammered into the individual circles and finally the blood had to be distributed. A lot of work, but it had to be done if he wanted to be successful. He had already ground the sulphur. Burning it would probably attract an audience quickly, he would only do that at the last moment.

The day of the ritual was approaching...

The evening of the ritual had arrived.

It was a dingy, dark and cold Night. The clouds hang low and the typical fog hung thick in the streets. The light of the gaslights did not penetrate the fog far, but did tinge the night in a sickly yellow/orange light. Noone with a sane mind would go out this night. Not even the beggars were out.

But he was satisfied. Less people on the streets meant less likely observants for his deeds. He was somewhat happy, everything was prepared.

He had anaesthetized the dog to get him out of the cage. The muzzle had been a good idea. Now he was chained to one of the spell circles and growled viciously the whole time. His heckles were raised, and he knew, would that dog come loose, he would be in for a rough time. He laughed out loud. Diablo would soon learn to stop growling. At the latest, when the summoning was successful that dog would meet his match, for sure.

Self-satisfied, he turned to his second sacrifice. It had been hard not to "touch" her. She was so innocent and desirable. It was so tempting to forget the summoning and just have some "fun" with her. But her value would have been lost if he had touched her.

So far, he had been content to just indulge in observing her, and to "break" her. He had spend two days on making her obidient enough, for her not to just scream at the first possible moment. She had no idea what exactly would happen to her, but she was aware that what would happen here in this old church that night was not at all in God's interest. She crouched against one of the pillars that lined the sanctuary. He had forced her to undress and put on the shakles. Under threat of violence, she had finally complied with his request. He had watched greedily as she had undressed, trembling and hesitating. She had thrown her robe on the floor and finally put on the shakles that were chained to the pillar. Her milky white skin amlost shown in the pale light, that seeped in from the outside. Her breath formed small clouds in front of her face. Satisfied he had nodded. A suitable sacrifice for the dark entities. Since then she had been crouching by that pillar, sobbing, and he had turned back to his summoning circle. He took the heavy black cloak from the altar and put it on. It was adorned with many runes. In front of him on the old stone altar lay several books, open and the pages weighed down with objects. He had filled the circles with blood, rimmed the spell circles with salt, lit the candles in the exact order in the correct rune fields. The energy anchors had been hammered in and blessed. The incense was lit and the sulphur was ready. He took a deep breath of the smoke of the incense. It was beguiling, mind altering. The exact mixture as written in the books. His Voodoo-Doc had warned him. This stuff was not for the faint of heart. He exhaled an the big cloud of smoke wafted over the altar.

He looked over his altar. Everything was ready. The bowl with the blood, the bowl for the blood. The ritual blade, made of silver, razor-sharp. The wine and the herbs. Everything was there. Once again, he went through the passages in his ancestor's books. An outright menacing smile painted itself on his lips, as he turned back to the young nun, chained to the pillar.

"Soon you will learn that where there is a god, there is also a devil..."

He laughed at the young nun, who looked at him with wide eyes.

"You'll burn in hell with them and you know it. It's not too late to get back on the right path. Repent and atone for your sins. God will forgive you."

She replied and pulled on the chains once more. He just grinned and shook his head.

"After tonight, I won't burn in hell anymore. After tonight, I will rule this planet."

He said smugly and turned back to the altar. Solemnly and slowly he raised his hands to the ceiling.

"I call to you oh Baal, Lord of Destruction, ruler of the 6th circle of hell, hear my call. I call you, appear before me and fulfill my request. I, who have power over your name, demand your presence."

He spoke in a reverent voice as he chanted the summoning. The circle in front of the altar began to glow. It was an unreal, greenish-purple glow that seemed to extinguish all other light in the room. He lit the sulphur. The acrid stench and yellow smoke mingled with the glow of the circle.

"Arise demon, I demand it. Your sacrifices have been made. Detach yourself from the shadows and show me your true form."

He spoke loud, his voice echoed from the walls of the sanctuary. It was full of confidence and had that solemn undertone that the priest always used when he preached.

"No...no...don't do that...your soul will be lost...you will never be able to enter paradise...!"

Shouted the nun, who didn't notice how the circle she was sitting in slowly began to glow. She clung to the chains, anxious about what was to happen. The dog had stopped growling in favor of nervous barking. His circle was already glowing brightly.

The Summoner did not allow himself to be distracted. He turned a page in the book and took the ritual blade. Then he took the empty bowl. He placed it in front of him and raised his arms again.

"Take these offerings as a sign of my homage."

His voice took on an almost frightening tone. He sounded completely possessed.

"Blood of the brother, freely given!"

He then proceeded to cut his forearm and let the blood drip into the bowl. The circle began to pulsate in an almost heartbeat like fashion. As he had collected his share he looked down into the bowl. The dark liquid splashed around in it as he took it and with a dark grin on his lips he walked over to Diablo. He put down the bowl and raised the blade once more. The dog did at no time stop his barking and pulled on the chain to try and get to the summoner. Bloodthirst and murder in his Mind.

"Flesh of the enemy, taken by force!"

He literally chanted it as he sliced off one of the dog's ears with astonishing speed and dropped it into the bowl. The dog didn't even flinch but threw itself into the chain to attack him. But the Summoner just laughed maniacally while behind him the circle glowed more and more intensely. Strange noises could be heard that were definitely not of this world. He turned to the nun, his Face contorted in insane glee. She pressed herself against the pillar and shook her head.

"No... no... nononono..."

He carried the bowl before him as he came over to her. He spoke unintelligibly in an ancient language and stirred in the bowl with his fingers. The blade in his hand that held the bowl. He finally stopped in front of her and lifted the bowl high over his head.

"Blood and flesh... take these offerings... so that the final sacrifice can be anointed!"

His incantations soundet eery, his voice almost broke and as he lowered the bowl again, the contents in it were burning. Without hesitation, he reached into the flames. He didn't blink an eye, and when he pulled his hand out again, it was covered in a black tar-like mass. Grinning madly, he approached her.

"Anointed be you, in the name of Baal, the destroyer, the lord of heresy."

He chanted and drew a rune on her body with his defiled fingers. She screamed at him, but could not defend herself. When he had finished and looked at his work with satisfaction, she tried to wipe it away, but it could not even be smeared. Panicked, she watched as the brew soaked into her skin and disappeared.

"What have you done... what have you sick possessed bastard done?"

She screamed at him at the top of her lungs, but he paid no attention to her. He stood back up, turned back to the altar and paid homage to the dark forces.

"It is done. The sacrifices have been made. Now appear Baal. Appear and fulfill my request."

He chanted, hands held high, slowly walking back up to the altar. In the middle of the summoning circle, the boards of the sanctuary seemed to bend downwards. The creaking of the bending wood was accompanied by the almost hysterical laughter of the summoner.

"See hahahahaaaa you infidels... see and greet the real masters of this world... hahahahaaaa"

The first planks broke and were torn into the depths below the summoning circle and from below there was an ominous glow. Now the planks broke quickly, one after the other. The sound was like the crack of a whip. The glow grew stronger the larger the hole became and finally two mighty claws gripped the edges of the portal. The claws dug into the hard wood of the floorboards, leaving deep grooves as the demon pulled itself to the surface. The summoner raised his hands and sang a song of praise as the hell-dweller's head emerged. The demon was enormous. It barely fit through the hole in the floorboards. When it had come up to his waist, he paused. He almost bumped into the ceiling of the sanctuary. His skin was dark red, almost black in the sparse lighting of the candles. His head was adorned with seven horns. And his eyes glowed angrily.

Even Diablo had stopped barking and was only whimpering. The young nun felt something hot running down her legs and threatened to lose consciousness.

The demon looked around. His gaze and facial expressions showed annoyed boredom. He raised his clawed hand and felt carefully. He could not leave the summoning circle. An invisible wall kept him trapped in the spell circle. He nodded briefly and a smile formed on his face. He turned slowly, taking in everything he saw. When he finally turned to the summoner with a thunderous laugh, his expression looked much more relaxed.

"Mwuahuahuahuaaa... mortals... haven't you learned yet?"

The demons voice was a deep growl, that let the windows shake in their frames.

"Oh I have learned... Demon... I brought you to this world, I bound you... and you will give me what I ask... so I will let you go."

Shouted the summoner in a reverent tone. The demon looked down at him from above and smiled. A smile that probably not even his mother had loved.

"Sure you do... Let me guess Crowley... You are a Crowley aren't you? This summoning screams Crowley..."

The summoner nodded in agreement.

"Thought so... hmmm you want power... real power... not that fancy-pants shit the others are selling..."

It was a statement not a question. What else would one want from him of all demons. The summoner nodded once again. He raised his hands in praise.

"Yeaha... I want the real power... I want the knowledge... I want the wisdom..."

Shouted the summoner. The demon braced his arms at his waist and laughed loudly.

"Hua hua hua... So you want the knowledge of the demons... interesting... and I see you've thought of a fine way to pay me for this knowledge..."

The summoner nodded again. He was beside himself... Euphoric didn't even begin to get to the point.

"You are my prisoner demon. Because I know your name, your real name. It's ingrained in all the spell circles. You don't stand a chance."

The summoners voice sounded almost hysterical, he was so full of himself, he never for a second thought about the possibility he could be wrong. The demon looked around demonstratively and raised his hands, pushing a little against the invisible force that held him in the spell circle. He nodded.

"Yes I see you've done your homework. And your little offering over there looks extremely tasty too. So I won't be like that at all. So you want knowledge... because knowledge is power, as you know."

The demon stated, his voice filled with something that sounded like praise. His eyes lit up and he raised his hand. The summoner felt his mind change. His thought processes accelerated and his memory multiplied. He looked at his hands and began to laugh.

"Ha... haha... hahahahaha... I can feel it... I can understand it... so much knowledge... such infinite amounts of knowledge... oh my god... oh my god... make it stop... it's too much... how, how can I stop it... aaaarrgh..."

He grabbed his skull and went to his knees, his face contorted in pain. The demon looked down at him from above and laughed.

"Huahuahuahuahuaaa... you wanted the knowledge of the demons... now you have the knowledge of the demons... all the knowledge of the demons... huahuahuahuaaa... see how you do with it..."

with trembling hands the summoner reached up to the altar and pulled himself up. He groaned...

"I... I can see it... the end... and I can see you... and your end... Baal"

The summoner croaked and pushed himself back upright on the stone altar. The demon smiled.

"I... I know everything... EVERYTHING... ha... haha... I will make sure that you and yours will remain in hell... I will seal you... you and your kind..."

His voice sounded hoarse as he stood there before the demon. With trembling hands he reached for the ritual blade and turned to the sacrifices. At that point the nun was catatonic. It all had been to much for the poor thing and she had collapsed.

"Oh sure you will... But you also know that if you break that seal now..."

The demon began in an amused tone, but the summoner was already too far gone. With a bloodcurdling scream, he plunged the dagger into the young nun's chest.

"Oh... well then..."

The demon blinked and burst out laughing. With the seal of containment broken, the walls of the church trembled and the spell circles around both offerings began to bubble.

"Mwuahuahuahuaaa... aaaaahaaahaahaahaaaa... mortal... did you really think... haaahahaha... did you really think that would be enough?"

Shouted the demon and broke through the barriers without any effort. He reached over the altar and grabbed the summoner by the scruff of his neck and simply lifted him up.

"You wanted power... I gave you power... but that wasn't enough for you, was it? You knew that with the knowledge you now possess, you could change the world, change your destiny... and that's exactly what you wanted to do... prevent your predestined end... nothing will come of it..."

The demons voice was loud but calm, with an amused undertone. He stretched out his arm towards the offering. An unreal power enveloped their bodies.

"I show you power. A power that surpasses your little mortal brain... hahahahahahaaa look closely..."

Both, the nuns and Diablos body began to glow as the demon pulled them together. The demon drew glowing runes in the air above them and spoke in a language that even the summoner did not know. Both bodies began to merge with each other. The nun's scream and the dog's howl joined together during the fusion to form a roar unlike anything the summoner had ever heard in his life. Both bodies merged and grew together into something new. It was an unearthly thing to behold the transformation of the two beings into one new creature.

"As they always say. The result is greater than the sum of its parts. Isn't he pretty?"

Whispered the demon while the creature was formed anew in a haze of purple-ish-green light. The new creature emerged from the glow of transmutation. This creature was well over 2 meters tall, its head still looked quite similar to Diablo's. However, its right ear had grown back. The body was that of a human, only larger, heavier and more muscular than a human would ever have the right to call his own. It sported a coat of fur that seemed to glow in a dark purple and eminate darkness into its surrounding. Hands and feet were armed with long, sharp claws. Its tail flicked back an forth like a whip. And what was that dangling in the middle? It couldn't be... not that big...

The summoner gulped and tried to pull free but Baal held him in place mercilessly. The Creature opened its Maw and unleashed a mighty roar, that threatened to shatter the stained glas windows of the church they were in.

"You know mortal. If you treated each other and your pets just a little bit better, the part that follows now wouldn't be half as much fun. Because then little Diablo over there would just want to lick you and little sister might just think "Just let me out of here...", right now though, the thought processes in that creature's head are a little different..."

Baal whispered and waited for a moment longer, as the creature turned to them. He held the summoner in place until the beast had its target clear in its sights. Pure hatred could be seen in the eyes of the beast. Then he simply dropped the summoner. The latter had not expected such a sudden release and crashed hard to the ground. As he rolled over onto his back, the creature was already coming towards him, panting, drooling. Its sharp claws cutting long furrows into the wooden floor.

"You will sufferrrrr... you will sufferrrrrr forrrrrr what you have done to us..."

The creature's voice sounded very strange. Like an amalgam of the young sister's voice and Diablo's growl. The summoner raised an arm protectively in front of him and tried to crawl away backwards. It was clear that he could not escape. The creature was much bigger than him, it would be much, much faster than him. If anything, it was about buying some time, maybe he could think of something. The creature was in no hurry to catch up with him. Its tongue stuck out of its mouth, saliva hanging in long strings from its mouth.

"Yes... crrrrrrawl... you'rrrrrre not capable of morrrrrre anyway... you worrrrrrrm!"

The creature ripped one of the energy anchors out of the ground and swung the heavy iron rod like a club.

"We'll rrrrrrip you in half in midairrrrrr... verrrrry slowly..."

The summoner bumped into something and turned around. He had reached the altar. He couldn't go any further. Only Baal was waiting for him behind the altar.

"Listen... listen to me... none of this was personal... I didn't do anything to you... I actually saved you..."

The summoner stuttered and held both hands out in front of him.

"Saved us? Saved us? What did you save us frrrrrom? We were happy wherrrrrre we were. We had a task, a purrrrrrpose in life. You took us away frrrrrrom therrrrre and wanted to feed us to that demon."

He couldn't argue with that, neither the one nor the other. He was about to make another apology when the energy anchor slammed into the altar just centimeters from his head and stuck there. His eyes were still following the vibration of the iron rod when he was already torn away from the altar by his feet. The creature held the screaming summoner up by one foot and watched in amusement as the man wriggled again. It would have been easy to just kill him here and now. Simple, quick, almost painless. But that would not have been a punishment, nor a satisfactory retribution, and certainly no reparation for this disaster.

"We have a betterrrrrr idea... let's give this new body a bit of a worrrrrkout."

The creature laughed outright. Is was a cold, evil and loveless laugh.

"A workout?"

The summoner simply asked and the creature continued to laugh. He felt it grab his cloak. Before he could say anything, it simply tore it from his body.

"Aaaaaargh..."

The unforeseen, quick and violent removal of such a rough piece of clothing was not without injury. He had almost dislocated his shoulders. The creature simply dropped the rags and reached for the summoner once more. This time it grabbed his shirt. The sharp claws cut through the fabric immediately, leaving long bloody streaks down his back before it ripped the shirt off his body too. This time he was more prepared for it, even if his senses were already slightly dulled by the pain. He now realized what the purpose of this exercise was and hurried to undo the belt and buttons on his trousers before the creature tried to remove them. In fact, the beast grabbed his pants next and ripped them off as well. He was just glad that he was wearing one of the finer dress pants. One of the work pants would probably have broken his legs. Now he was hanging in the air clad in his underpants, half a trouser leg and one shoe.

"Great, now I'm naked. Was that what was important to you? Did you want to humiliate me? You've done that. Baal has now seen me naked too. Can we end this game now?"

The creature turned him around by his foot and lifted him higher.

"No. Since you werrrrre so eagerrrrrr to take my virrrrrrginity.... we will gift it to you now."

The creature growled menacingly and the summoner's eyes widened. He didn't see any female genitals on the creature... just...

"Oh shit...!"

He got no further as the creature dropped him. Again he hit the ground hard. This time he really tried to escape in panic.

"Yes rrrrrrun, the chase is half the fun!"

Shouted the creature and watched as he tried to get up in a panic, but with all his blood in his head, his legs didn't quite do what he wanted. He struggled to get to his feet and staggered away from the creature along the center aisle. More than once he stumbled and fell against one of the rotten benches. When he was about halfway down the aisle, he heard the creature behind him shouting.

"Borrrrring!"

As he turned around, he just saw it jump towards him. The impact was so powerful that it threw him against one of the benches, shifting it by over a meter. He was unable to do anything before the creature grabbed him by one leg again and simply dragged him behind it.

"We had hoped you would at least give us and yourrrrr guest a good show..."

The beast growled low, its voice filled with annoyance and anger. It lifed him up easily, shook its head in disgust and threw him back before the altar.

"Well... so be it."

The beast shrugged its shoulders.

All the while, Baal just watched in amusement. Now he leaned over the altar and looked down at the summoner.

"You wretch. All your knowledge, all your power. And you can't think of a way to get out of this misery. I am disappointed. Truly, I am disappointed."

Baal sounded bored and more than a little annoyed. He had expected more from a Crowley. He had had high hopes for this evening. But now he leaned on the altar, looking down at that pitiful fool lying in front of him. He grinned at the panicked human. His eyes fell on the books. He took one and flipped it around.

"Oh, are those Ethelbert McCrowley's books? Good, I've been looking for them for a while. You wouldn't mind if I gave them back to the old grumpy bear, would you?"

It was a purely rhetorical question by the demon, he would take them anyway. Infact they already faded into his hand, as he spoke. But the summoner didn't get a chance to answer as the creature was already standing over him. It bent down and took the man's face in its clawed hand.

"We will take this verrrrrry slowly... as we should."

Purred the Creature in a matter of fact tone, that not allowed any contradiction what so ever. Slowly, she pulled him upright and presented her member to him. The summoner tried to push off against the creature's hips, but the beast's strength was far superior to his. She pressed herself against him, the tip of her red phallus sliding past his mouth left and right several times, smearing his face with her pre-ejaculate. The summoner tried desperately to somehow remove his head from this vice, but was doomed to failure in the end.

In a moment of distraction, he took a breath through his mouth, which was the moment the creature was able to enter him. His mouth was instantly filled.

"Open wide."

Advised the creature before closing its eyes and savoring this moment of demonstrated power over him. The summoner fought against its gag reflex and for every breath of air he could get. The vile taste alone made him gag, not to mention the implications of having that beast sticking its member into his mouth. He tried to protest, but being stuffed full of genitals made that impossible.

"Carrrrreful with those teeth!“

Growled the creature and began to move its member. It didn't even bother to be considerate in its movements. It shoved it as far down his throat as it could and pulled it out again only to shove it back down his throat. She was rewarded with gagging and squelching noises and the spasmodic contraction of his throatmuscles. The creature clearly enjoyed watching him suffer and it seemed to excite her as her red phallus continued to grow and harden.

"We can see why men want this to be done, it feels wonderrrrrful.“

She managed to pull her member out of him just in time before it became too big for his jaw. She had not quite removed it when the summoner lost his fight against his gag reflex. He threw up violently. Panting and coughing, he knelt in front of the beast and braced himself against its legs. What little he had in his stomach formed a puddle between the creature's feet as it loomed over him, laughing evilly. She stroked her member and waited for him to get his breathing under control again. Finally, she took him by the shoulder and threw him around. On his hands and knees, the summoner tried to escape, but he didn't get far. The creature grabbed his waist and pulled him back again, completely unimpressed. He could feel something heavy, wet and hot slapping against his backside.

"Oh no... oh no, no, no..."

He exclaimed in utter panic.

"Oh yes... that's exactly what's going to happen now. Hold still!"

The beast laughed and tore the last shred of cloth from the summoner's body. Baal, meanwhile, had made himself comfortable on the altar and was watching the spectacle.

"You know, somehow I envy you..."

He said elatedly. And the summoner looked at him in panic.

"What...?"

"Well... I haven't been able to feel fear and pain for ages... I kind of miss it..."

The summoner couldn't believe it, the demon was messing with him while he was being raped by the beast HE had created. But he didn't get a chance to think about it, because the creature had decided it was time to take action. She moved her hips back a little and let her member slide into position.

"Can't we talk about this again?"

The summoner shouted frantically and somehow tried to free himself from the creature's iron grip. It only growled and tightened its grip. It began to penetrate him with almost inhuman strength. Slowly but inexorably, it pushed its phallus into his anus.

The scream of the summoner, whose rosette was not prepared for this kind of penetration, echoed shrilly and loudly through the church. The triumphant roar of the beast mingled with his scream and was accompanied by the diabolical laughter of the demon.

"Aaaaargh... you bastard..."

Shouted the summoner. However, this only incited the beast further. Using her unnatural strength, she pushed her red phallus deeper into his back entrance. When she had sunk it about halfway in, she was satisfied for the time being and began to pull her member out again. It was a glorious feeling. A feeling of absolute power.

One the other side of the equation the summoner was in a world of pain. His body was in conflict with him. He knew the only thing he could do in this moment was to relax as much as possible as not to hurt himself even more, his body on the other hand was of the oppinion it absolutely had to expell that foreign object from itself and clenched as hard as it could on it.

While the summoner gasped for air, the creature reveled in the sensation. When it had almost completely slipped out of him, it began its next push. Slowly but inexorably, it entered him again.

"Haaaaarrrrnnnn..."

The summoner moaned and rolled his eyes. His body was completely overwhelmed by the situation. The creature reared up above him and roared its pleasure into the devastated sanctuary of the church. Being clenched so hard made moving a bit more difficult, but at the same time it meant more stimulation. This time she did not pause but began to continue the movement with a slow but steady rhythm.

Each time she slid out, the summoner gasped for air, only to let out an agonized groan as she slid in again. The creature, on the other hand, sighed in relief with each in- and outstroke of her phallus.

She noticed with each new thrust that the summoner seemed to be slowly getting used to her size, so she pushed a little deeper into him with each thrust. She used her thumbs and spread his buttocks further, not caring that her sharp claws were hurting his sensitive skin.

"Naaaaarrhhhg... stop... you're tearing me apart..."

Shouted the summoner, but his words fell on deaf ears, all the creature heard was:

"Harder, deeper, faster, stronger..."

And who was she to disobey her victim's plea. She increased the pace and penetrated him deeper. The slapping of her thighs against his back accompanied his cries of pain and was complemented by her grunts. She bent over him and her saliva dripped down on him.

"Well, doesn't that feel wonderrrrrrful?"

She growled into his ear and took one of her hands off his hip. She grabbed his hair and tugged his head upwards.

"I asked you a question!"

She hissed and only got a scream in response.

"Youuuuu Baaaaastarrrrrggh....!"

Satisfied, she let go of his head and straightened up a little. She gripped his shoulder and hip and increased her power once more. She literally rammed herself into his hindquarters. She could feel something give way and she was suddenly able to penetrate him much more easily.

"Perrrrrrfect..."

She let out a cry and was rewarded with an inarticulate scream from the summoner. She could slowly feel herself getting closer to her own climax. With each further thrust, the longed-for goal came closer and her hips worked like a steam pile driver. Another instrument was added to the percussion of her thighs as her testicles slapped against his, complementing the rich slapping of her thighs with the quieter but no less satisfying slapping of her scrotum. Together with the feisty slurping that her member produced in his anus, this formed a fitting background for the now powerless, hoarse cries of the summoner. At this point, he simply hoped that he would survive the ordeal. The creature itself tensed its muscles and prepared for its climax. Its grunts became louder, more accentuated and it gripped harder.

The summoner didn't know what hit him as she penetrated him deeply one last time, then held him there and released her seed into him in a triumphant scream. The fact that his bowels filled with a burning hot liquid within seconds and her claws dug into his hips and shoulders completely overwhelmed him. His entire consciousness at this point consisted of white-hot pain.

"Raaaaaarrrrrgh..."

The beast screamed and reared up. She pumped everything she had into the summoner and when she felt like she was losing consciousness, she pulled the hand on his shoulder towards her. The four deep lacerations that resulted stretched from his right shoulder to his pelvis. The summoner collapsed in front of her. Her phallus slipped out of his anus and the last pulse of her ejaculation splattered across his back. The creature slumped back on her heels and breathed heavily. It was done. She looked at the man lying in front of her in the dirt of the sanctuary, breathing shallowly. Blood and semen oozed from his anus. The body was battered and would probably take weeks, if not months, to heal, if it ever did.

The creature's gaze wandered upwards to Baal, who was leaning on the altar, highly amused.

"So what now?"

The creature asked. The great demon looked at the summoner and then at the creature. The smile never left his lips.

"I think we're done here. He's coming with me, you're free to go wherever you want... Mwuahuahuahuahua...."

With that, the demon grabbed the summoner and disappeared into the hole behind the altar. Within seconds, silence reigned in the church. The creature looked around. Now that she was alone, what should she do?

Her train of thought was interrupted by voices and noises outside the church.

"In there... yes see the smoke... A fire... did you hear that scream just now, it couldn't have been a human... Ready your weapons..."

The creature looked around frantically. The hole behind the altar led into the catacombs... it was a big hole... and the catacombs were a dark and scary place... no one would search there...

The creature disappeared into the darkness.

...

It took the beast three days to find an alternative means to escape the catacombs under the church. It is interesting to what the sewers are connected. Eating rats and drinking sewerwater was all, that kept the beast alive for the last 2 days. Finally it came back to the surface in a small street in a suburb of London. Alive, if barely, the biggest task was to come to terms with its new existence as a beast, a monstrosity.

Going back to the monastery or the orphanage was impossible. The people there would just cage it and then most likely kill it. No. Its new live would be in the shadows. Lurking in the dark alleys, searching for food and sustenance. Perhaps it could seek shelter in one of the emporiums of these occultists. It was after all a creature, made by a demon. And not any demon. It was created by Baal, lord of destruction. That in an of it self would be of value, wouldn't it?

But where were these emporiums, she never had visited one. Most of them were hidden, behind small shops. Opium dens were often said as a possible way to get to one of those elusive locals. The beast took off to little Hong-Kong in the Limehouse district, there it would find what it needed, it was sure.

It stuck to the shadows, avoided the light where possible and took no risk of running into people.

It did not take long for the beast to come to a halt before one of the green painted doors of one of these opium dens. It swallowed. The sweet stench of the opiumsmoke penetrated the door and the low mumbling from within made it hesitate to knock.

In the end, it knocked, and the little chinese man behind the doorslit almost shit himself as he looked outside and saw the beast. It took a while and some serious discussion before they took it in, but not through the front door.

The occultist in the backchamber shook his head after hearing the story of the beast.

"I have warned him. Chen, haven't I warned him not to play with the fire? ... Indeed I warned him!“

He looked the beast up and down.

"Sadly we cant do anything about this form. Only Baal himself would be able to do something, but hell, I will not conjure him up.“

The beast already knew as much. But after begging the occultist and the chinese family, that ran the opium den, they came to the agreement, that the beast would stay and work as a bouncer for the den and the occultist.

It became known as the black dog of baskerville and it worked for the den for almost 40 years before mysteroiusly vanishing after the den closed its doors...

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