Darkness

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Darkness Chapter 22 Dark Rituals



…Mystify

Mystify me

Mystify

Mystify me….



…Eternally wild with the power

To make every moment come alive

All those stars that shine upon you

Will kiss you every night



*Mystify, by INXS*



They were in the process of descending ten flights of stairs. Each landing they passed had a large, bright torch that lighted their way to the next. The further they descending down into the bowels of the castle, the colder it got.

They had gone down a total of three flights when Keylyn found he was babbling in a meaningless way for his nerves were getting the best of him.  



“Darkness, if we keep going down, will we reach Hell? My feet are cold…why must we be bare foot again? ” 



“Hush your silly prattling, little boy! Be silent. I'm in the process of focusing my power and you need to save your breath and energy. Now, be silent and stop distracting me or I will make you silent. ” 



“So, you don’t want to talk to me? This place is scary. I expect something large and scary to jump out behind me and get me. ” Chattered the nervous young elf. Then, roughly, a cruel hand covered his artificially redden mouth, a slutty color the deviate wizard had forced him to wear against his will, smearing the color across one cheek. Then the wizard breathed a strange word and the boy, suddenly, found he couldn’t speak a word. 



The elf boy was furious at being silenced so he made a familiar crude human gutter sign with a single finger. Annoyed, the wizard reached out to strike him but the slender youth moved too quickly out of his reach then started to run down the steps rapidly. This was more just to get warm, for he was nearly naked except for a tiny, black leather loin cloth and more jewelry than a cheap whore. The boy's ears, wrists, fingers, ankles were all adorn with special magical jewelry that the wizard had insisted that he wear. Keylyn was tired of the slow boring descent. Actually, right then, he just wanted the ritual to be over with even more than he wanted to flee from the wizard.  



“Elf Brat, if you fall and break your neck on these stone stairs I shall kill you for interrupting my plans. Please halt and wait for me. Don’t enter the chamber I have dangerous magical wards on it. They must be removed before we enter it. ” The wizard called out loudly. He had, sort of, lied about that, but not about the danger part. Seer’ Reign hoped the boy heard him but, since he silenced the brat with simple mute cantripe spell, he would have no way of knowing if the boy complied until he got down there to see. 

Finally, the wizard reached the last landing and saw the boy waiting patiently, staring at his own image with an unpleasant expression. Obviously,he didn’t care for the bright colors applied to his lovely face as he stared at himself in the large mirror that was on the wall out side the ceremonial chamber. The beautiful boy, when he prepared him, made such a perfectly lovely little trollop the wizard found he couldn’t keep from adding the extra adornment just for his own personal amusement.



'Thank the goddess,' thought Darkness, 'the boy hadn’t tried to enter the normal door'. For it was a high level illusion. The true door was the mirror itself. Had the boy entered the normal looking door he would he would have been trapped inside an magically created dimension. It was one of his favorite spells. His pretty little pet’s vanity had saved him. The very amused wizard couldn’t help but grin at the thought. 

The wizard reached out and, roughly, grabbed Keylyn by the hair,  forcing the boy to look at him, “Boy, I'll remove the silence spell if you promise not to chatter madly about nothing. So, what do you say, my naughty little Key? ” The boy agreed with a nod. Immediately, the wizard made a single gesture with his hand, as he spoke a single word and the spell was broken when an eerily bell-like tone echoed through the corridor. 



“Well? Can we go in, Darkness? For I truly want this to be over with. ” Said Keylyn heading toward the illusionary door, only to be shoved violently away from his goal and into the opposite wall. “Why did you stop me? Don’t you want me to go in? I thought this is what you  wanted to make me your special slave? I am tired. I don't want to fight you any longer, beautiful Darkness. You make me want to feel things I never felt before and, truly. I think maybe I want more of those things. ” 



“Shut up, you little fool. Next you’ll be professing your love for me. To me your simply a magical tool to increase my power and something pretty to warm my bed. Now, shut your annoying mouth and follow me,” replied a sharp, cold emotionless Seer’ Reign as he covered the boy's eyes with one hand then, quickly dragged him through the illusionary mirror. 



When the wizard took his hands away from the boy's eyes, Keylyn, was left wounded by Seer’ Reign’s previous comment, so he stood, quietly, waiting in the pitch-blackness that was like an abysmal pit out of hell, still very hurt and frighten as silent tears ran down his painted face. The cruel wizard shouted, loudly, two harsh, inhuman words, then, instantly, brilliant, blinding light replaced the darkness as all the torches along the curved wall of the immense round stone chamber were suddenly ignited at once with a sizzling hiss, flaring up wildly. A groaning wind, similar to the breath of great beast, blew in precise circles around the huge chamber, which distressed and tormented the flames until they twisted, danced, and flared fiercely, making the huge round room glow with a strange sinister light. Also, at the same time, a huge circular fire pit burst to life with tall, bright red hellish flames. The fire pit surrounded an immense two-tiered stone altar, which was at the exact center of a round womb-shaped room. At certain points along the wall, akin to the points of a compass inter spaced between the flaming torches, the boy was shocked to see a real miniature, crystal clear waterfall, a hanging garden of rich dark earth full of real living plants with huge black flowers trailing down the wall, a huge torch burning with bizarre blue-black flames that nearly reached the curved ceiling, and a long banner of blood red fabric hung from the ceiling. It moved and snapped loudly as the air blew against it. Stunned by the strangeness of the place, Keylyn hung back in fear. For, somehow, the place seemed like a living breathing thing, until Darkness, forcefully, took his hand then lead him forward. 



All at once two huge dark shapes hurtled out of nowhere directly toward them with mouths gaping, exposing long wicked fangs dripping with saliva. Instantly, this attack was followed by furious, loud, multiple howls and growls, as if every hound in hell had been awakened. The boy cried out in terror and tried to flee from the wizard’s hold, but the man held him fast. Then Darkness shrieked several words and, with a wave of his hand banished the charging shadow hounds. 



“Easy, my foolish little Key. It is simply an Illusion. ” Came the evil Wizard’s scornful, laughing voice. He seemed most amused at his pet’s terror. 



Next, without word of warning or explanation, the frighten Keylyn was ruthlessly grabbed by the harsh, single-minded wizard, who dragged him forcefully, over a narrow stone walkway which lead over the fire pit to the altar area. As soon as they reached the other side, Darkness spoke another series of occult words and the narrow stone walkway disappeared, leaving them stranded on the ground level of the altar structure, surrounded by fire. Instantly, Keylyn was propelled down onto a raised stone platform at the center of the altar area. Then a hand was place on his forehead and eyes and Seer’ Reign shrieked out a series of terrible words which left the small elf boy stunned and paralyzed to the point he could barely breath let alone speak. But, somehow, he managed to bit out the angry words, “Damn you! Kill me and be done with it!” Before his voice too was stripped away from him by the spell.



Seer’ Reign turned away from the boy and proceeded to do other things about the altar area that the boy couldn’t see, for the wizard’s robe blocked his view. 



Though paralyzed, bodily, Keylyn could still see and make out objects that lay close to him on the altar. He felt the heat from a large wide three-legged cauldron that held an intense hot white blue flame. Looming over his prone body were two huge black metal candlesticks. They stood on metal bases, resembling the clawed feet of a dragon and each holder contained a burning scarlet candle three feet high, bigger around and longer than a man's arm. A wildly smoking incense burner in the shape of a large, crouching panther gave off a foul burning smell, one so pungent that it threaten to choke the boy. A large, single silver goblet was within arms length, had he been able to reach out and touch it, but the wizard’s controlling spell made sure he couldn’t move not even a little. Right beside his face was a large silver platter covered with what appeared to thick chunks of rock salt. But, it was the last two items that lay closely beside him on the altar platform that scared him the most. A long ornate sword with a very sharp blade covered with glyphs, its handle shaped like a naked goddess and, next to the sword was a small knife with black bone handled. The small knife had a thin perfectly curved blade like the horns of the new moon. The curved blade appeared even sharper than the sword. Then, all at once, the black wizard turned back to the boy his face a cold horrible emotionless mask that was impossible to read, he stared down wordlessly at the boy who lay upon his altar then he moved closer to him.

Terrified and immobilized, the boy watched as the detached wizard divested himself of his velvet robe and stood there clothed only in a black leather loincloth not unlike the one Keylyn wore. The wizard’s long straight black hair fell about body adorned with jewels, beads, and glyph covered amulets of various shiny metals. Even though the boy was scared to death he couldn’t help but stare fascinated at the man for there something about him that was undeniably beautiful, savage, and powerful all at the same time. 



Next, to the boy’s horror, the wizard took hold of him and, roughly, positioned his body so that Keylyn lay spread eagle on his back across the raised altar stone. Both his ankles and his wrists were carefully manacled to it. Then the tiny leather loincloth was striped from him exposing his most vulnerable parts to whatever fearful fate Darkness had in store for them. Surely, he would know pain before this was over. Silent tears of frustration, horror, and a strange, overwhelming aching sadness consumed him. 



The black wizard leaned down suddenly and ran the warm palm of his right hand possessively down the center of Keylyn naked body, from his throat to his crotch. Then he, loudly, uttered a series of strange, magical sounding words in another language. After that the dark wizard raised his arms high in the air and said the words loudly, in a language the boy could understand. “Awaken now, I command thee, blessed place of dark secrets and darker knowledge. Awaken, Oh My temple of power, my hallowed site of magick and mystery. Now, and forever, thou’ art consecrated to the four powerful Elementals... Earth… Water… Fire… Air! Now, I invoke and conjure forth the Four Internal Guardians. Watchtowers of the North, South, East and West to  witness and oversee the work done here this night! And Let she who is three in one, the innocent maiden, fertile mother, and the dark crone of wisdom. My lady… My Goddess… she who brings forth all life from the earth and the womb of the beginning, be my observer this night and bless this symbolic offering I bring to her altar. ” As Darkness spoke the conjuration the chamber seem to pulse with eerie light that flared from the black ultra-violet spectrum to a blinding white light as if it responded to his summoning. 



Next, Keylyn was aware of Seer’ Reign standing over him naked, his leather loincloth gone. The Wizard held high, in one fist, the same   black bone handled knife with its wicked sharp blade, which lay on the altar only seconds before. The man’s dark eyes showed little expression or emotion. Suddenly, the curved moon blade descended and instantly warm blood spilled down over Keylyn face and lips and even into his gasping mouth. All at once, the boy realized that the blood he tasted wasn’t his own, but Darkness’ for the man had cut a three inch slash in the palm of his hand and held it above Keylyn face so he couldn’t help but consume some of the warm rich coppery red liquid that dripped down into his open panting mouth. Unable to move, the boy couldn’t turn his face away to avoid the blood so it ran everywhere, even in to his eyes. Keylyn again heard Seer’ Reign's loud, chanting voice. 



“Secret Lady of the dark places; accept my blood as sacrifice that I might give sustenance to the one called Keylyn. So that he, in turn, will yield unto to me all his unused virgin occult power. Now, in blood, we are bonded together as one, never apart from the other, closer than brothers, closer than lovers, so he will be both my obedient minion and my servant to use and protect. Again… Forever …our blood is mingled as one until I choose to sever the bond. ” Instantly, Keylyn felt the cold sharp swipe of the blade over the skin above his heart. The blade was so sharp that he barely felt the pain of the cut but saw the blood well up in a narrow streak. Then, suddenly, the wizard fell upon Keylyn and   licked the warm, fresh blood from his chest over his heart as it welled up three separates time before it ceased to flow. Then, the wizard sensually shifted his naked body up slowly over Keylyn’s and his bloody mouth found Keylyn’s making their blood mingled together in an endless, brutal kiss. Then, after a time, the wizard lifted his bloody mouth from Keylyn's  and cried, “Hark unto me and know, Keylyn, with   all the might and power of my Magical arts, I claim you, my lovely elf, NOW, AS MINE. I bind you to me. So, Keylyn, you must forever    obey and serve me in all things. Your latent magick is now my magick to use as I see fit until I end this binding between us. Be it so. ” Immediately, as the last word left his mouth, the wizard ruthlessly ground his body and groin down against the boy's on the altar beneath him. 



A odd, overwhelming feeling of rapture and delirium clutched tightly at Keylyn's heart and made him shake with ecstasy as the frantic friction of their warm sweat covered bodies moved and rubbed endlessly together upon the altar. Their risen cocks pressed frantically against each other and they moaned into each other’s mouth. The wizard, with a single, loud satisfied groan of release, freely spilled his hot, abundant seed over the boy’s loins and body in a wild primitive baptism. Yet, for Keylyn, satisfaction or release did not come, even when the naked wizard breathed the words against his cheek. “So it is done, so it will be. ” Then the panting wizard slowly pulled away from the boy and rose to his feet. 

The boy lay stunned, breathless, and aching from unrelieved sexual excitement, his body still manacled upon the altar. His overheated naked body lay dripping with sweat, a result of the chamber being unnaturally and hellishly hot. Did the Wizard plan to leave him this way? The boy watched as the wizard pulled a towel from somewhere under the altar and wiped his own naked body free of blood, seed, and perspiration to once again his perfect sinewy body was immaculate in flickering candle light. The evil wizard then reached down and freed the boy from his manacles and then pulled him to his feet. Keylyn was then handed another fresh towel then ordered harshly without any expression or emotion. 



“Keylyn, cleanse yourself completely of blood and seed, for we are not done here this night, we have more work to do here. Be silent and obey me, boy. Don’t speak unless I wish it. ”

Without a word, the boy did as he was ordered. He found, to his dismay, he was very weak and dizzy, most likely from the heat, almost as if had been drugged. Yet Darkness had not given him anything this time. For some reason he found himself incapable of speech. He simply watched, quietly, as Seer’ Reign made changes to the altar platform where he once lay spread eagle. Gone were the manacles and the splatters of their mingled blood and the wizard’s pale seed. Now, on the altar beside the normal objects, lay only three things; a single goblet of dark blood red wine, a 8 inch rod of clear quartz crystal that was 2 1/2 inches diameter and very nearly phallus shaped,   which was fasten to an ornate wooden staff carved with glyphs and occult symbols, making the total length of the wand nearly 14 inches long, and the final object was open, ornate jar of pale scented ointment. The scent was all too familiar to Keylyn. It invoked a dark ghostly pain in him.



Suddenly, the boy had bad feeling he was not going to like what was going to happen to him next yet still he couldn’t speak to tell the wizard. He found himself, instead, slowly backing away from the wizard, seeking a way over the ring of fire. But the heat was too great and the fire too strong. He realized he was trapped there until the wizard freed him, only when his time of pain was over would he be allowed to leave. A terrible fear gripped him and he fell to his knees, so afraid he frozen in place trembling. Abruptly, he heard Darkness chanting loudly in some ancient tongue, but the only things he recognized were the names of the four elements earth, water, fire, and air and four directions east, west, north, and south. The wizard next presented the goblet of wine to each of the four directions, then did the same with the object of crystal and wood. Finally, he presented the jar with its pale ointment. He returned each item, in-turn, back down upon the altar. The elf boy felt eyes on him and he knew the wizard watched him where he knelt trembling, with frighten tears running down his face. Then he heard the man call to him, “Come, do my bidding Keylyn, my beautiful elf prince. It's time for you to serve me and obey my will, for your pretty innocence is my sacrifice to the Secret Lady of Dark Places. Through you, she will grant me the power to energize and revitalize my wand with many strong, powerful magick’s. 



The boy found himself, numbly, moving toward the wizard as if his mind was simply an occupant of his own body. When he reached the wizard, he felt the man’s hands stroke his cheek and a single finger caressed his tense tight pursed lips. “Don’t be afraid, my little one. Soon it will be all over, I promise. Now, drink this entire goblet of wine then kneel before me on your hand and knees, facing away, on the Dark Lady's altar. ” Ordered Seer' Reign handing the boy the goblet. 



Instantly, the boy did as he was bid. And, just for a brief instant, his thirst was quenched. But then, suddenly, as he knelt, his hands and knees making contact with the cold altar stone, his body arched in a violent convulsion as he experienced an excruciating aching lust. The terrible wine was same as the one given to him before, perhaps even a  much stronger version. Already, his cock hardened and throbbed wildly between his trembling legs then he felt warm hands teasingly stroke his back and bottom, which made his skin tingle and throb as if a wild electricity rippled over his skin.

“Come forth… come forth! I call thee dark hidden power! I bid you now… obey me! I conjure thee by both the endless light and dark. And by the holy elements earth, water, fire, air that they might sanction my summons. I call thee forth, potent one, from your concealment in this innocents rising passions I command you to obey and serve me." Then, as the wizard chanted, a single finger, slick with scented ointment, slid, quickly, inside Keylyn’s puckered opening and began to anoint it, both inside and out with the slick slippery substance. Soon, a second finger covered with more of the aphrodisiac ointment joined the first and began to scissor back and forth inside him, spreading and stretching him further and further apart. The man’s cruel, tireless probing fingers continued to aroused him, until more and more wild panting animal sounds escaped from Keylyn’s mouth.

An impatient hand reached around the boy's body and captured his cock in a vice like grip then began to play with him until he couldn’t keep from thrusting madly back into the moving hand that held him, causing even more frantic cries to come from him. The hand clutching his shaft suddenly held it completely still then the Wizard uttered a single short sentence “Keylyn you are free!” Immediately, the silver metal ring that had been around his organ for days fell away. Darkness carefully dropped the ring on the stone altar with a sharp metallic clink beside the boy's ear so he could both see, hear, and know that he was free of it. Then, once more, the man’s hand was back working the boy’s shaft roughly, without any mercy, while a third and even a forth finger were forced cruelly deeper up inside his opening, until he was painfully stretched to the very limit and even beyond.

The wizard began, suddenly, to loudly chant over and over the same litany of words, “Come forth, most glorious power! I conjure thee!   Obey me! Enter this consecrated implement!”Then all the fingers were abruptly withdrawn from Keylyn's body and, in their place, something long, cold, and hard was forced, mercilessly, up inside of him. He screamed in agony as the thick, lingam shaped six-sided crystal at the end of the wooden wand, was slowly piston in and out of him over and over, with a steady ruthless fury. It both filled him and, yet he felt it drain him at same time. Keylyn felt something wet run down the back of his thighs then he smelled the coppery tang of blood in the air. But, still, the cold rigid thing did not let up on him. It continued to ravish him with out any pause or mercy. It seemed to go back and forth over same sensitive area inside him until he became insane and delirious with pleasure and pain. 



Suddenly, the elf boy, whimpered and cried out as the terrible pressure in his engorged groin continued to build up. All the while, the wizard’s bizarre chanting got even louder and more demanding. Something told the boy this awful pressure in his body wouldn’t last forever, that he would soon explode. Then all at once it happened. A white creamy liquid exploded from the boy’s cock in and endless unending torrent, spraying over the wizard hands, the altar and anything else that was close. The little elf screamed violently like a mad thing, and he was shattered by a series of furious orgasms, one after another that took complete possession of him, weakening and thoroughly emptying him of both seed and that undefined occult part of him the wizard so craved. Just as he started to slip away into unconsciousness, out of the corner of his fading sight, he watched as the brilliant white glowing wand was withdrawn from inside his body and held up, high, into the air. And the wizard cried out, “It is done!” As the, now, silent wizard continued to hold up the glowing wand, the air itself seemed to crackled with power, like an electric storm, and a wild howling wind began to swirl around the chamber. Then suddenly all the torches and the fire pit suddenly went dark and the small, exhausted elf boy fled into the blessed, painless darkness right along with them.