And The Darkness Shall Overcome It

And the Darkness Shall Overcome It.

Let me tell you what I have learned about Evil. And you should listen to me, for I know it like no other.

The true nature of Evil is that of Destruction. Evil is corrosive, it burns like acid, degrading and destroying all things life giving and wholesome. But it doesn’t stop there, once all redeeming qualities have been annihilated from its environment it turns on itself in an orgy of soul crushing foulness, ending it’s existence as a beacon of pointless death, a death that shows the utter fruitlessness of choosing the Dark Path.

Let me be clear about one thing; No good can come from Evil.

A self-evident statement you say? And yet there are always those who claim the ends justify the means. That a little Evil will help the Greater Good. Indeed, they say, in such a harsh, demanding world what choice do we have? Surely someone must make the hard choices. Just a little Evil, for the betterment of the World!

Their Souls are the tastiest.

Allow me to introduce myself. I am Cain, the Betrayer. I am a God, and I am Evil Incarnate.

Come with me, if you dare, to my home in the blackest of Hells. Should you survive the journey, which I doubt, you shall be forever changed by the horrors you witness within.

What’s that you say? No Evil will deter you? Very well then, let’s look to see what I’m up to today.


9:00 AM

Today is a very special day for my servant Zas. He has just defeated the Angel Yiriel, an extremely difficult task to which I set him, not expecting him to survive. He is storming into my throne room, even as we speak, expecting a grand reward.

“Master!” He calls, striding up to the foot of my throne and looking me in the eye, not bothering to kneel. “Yiriel has fallen to my blade! I wish to claim now the honor of being your right hand!”

What an impudent wretch.

“My right hand? That is quite a position you seek.” I tell him. “State your case, and perhaps I will consider it.”

Zas kneels before me. I look him over. He is tall and strongly built, with patrician features and long black hair. The majority of my servants I force into human shape, for that is a form which pleases me greatly. He launches into a long, boring dissertation of his many accomplishments. I listen politely.

In truth his list of deeds is quite impressive, but I have a surprise in store for him.

“You’ve convinced me.” I tell him. “Truly you are the most worthy of my servants, and the strongest besides.”

He is pleased beyond all words at my praise. Ambition lights up his face as he considers the many gifts I shall bestow on him. “Thank you master!” He says, attempting to conceal his avarice and only partly succeeding.

“And yet…” I say and let the phrase hang.

His expression falters. “Yes?” He asks as I let the silence drag on.

“And yet I have heard some disturbing news.” I tell him. “It seems you’ve been boasting behind my back, claiming that you will one day replace me?”

His expression hardens, though I can tell he is afraid. “Lies Master!” He declares. “Poisonous lies!”

From the darkness to my left, Avanva, the virgin sorceress, emerges.

Zas’ features pale at the sight of the witch. Understandable, as she is the one who betrayed him.

“You can’t believe anything that bitch says!” He shouts. “She’ll do anything to gain your favor.”

A silly statement, as it is true of all those who serve me.

“You thought to betray the Master, dog!” She shouts gleefully, pretending to be outraged.

I can see the wheels turning in Zas’ head, as he desperately tries to think of a way to appease me.

I let him squirm for a bit.

“I understand Zas.” I tell him. “Taking the virginity of a Kalen Sorceress is an epic accomplishment, One that would garner you great respect amongst the Demon elite. You were just boasting to impress her, yes?”

Zas is silent for a moment. He is considering whether he should admit to his boasting or continue lying. He knows better than to try and plead innocent with me though. He nods.

“I myself once boasted about slaying my Master, long before I became a God.” I say in a fatherly tone.

Zas looks discreetly up at me, to see if my face reveals what his ultimate fate will be. He seems hopeful.

“All is forgiven.” I tell him and he visibly relaxes, letting out a puff of breath. “Now rise.”

Relief and ambition war across his features as to which should be the dominate feeling, he enjoys them both greatly I see, as he was sure he would die just moments before but now he thinks he might be able to claim his prize after all.

Avanva seems terrible disappointed at how all this turned out, as she thinks her sure-to-come exalted status is now disappearing into thin air.

“Alright then, attack me.” I tell Zas.

“What?” He asks, his face scrunching up in confusion.

“I boasted I would slay my Master and I did, now I’m giving you that same chance.” I said, my voice becoming deeper and more threatening.

“What?” Zas asks again, looking on the verge of panic.

“You have till the count of three to attack me, then I shall kill you.” I inform him.

“One.”

He looks around desperately, as if any of the Demons of my court would help him.

“Two.”

He stares at the ground and slams his fist against his forehead, as if trying to shake free an idea that will save him.

“Three.”

With a scream he unleashes his most potent Hellfire spell, a solid wall of devastating heat that explodes against my chest.

I laugh at him as his spell dissipates harmlessly, like a splash of water against a rock.

“Too bad.” I console him and unleash a tiny bit of my divine might.

He shrieks as thousands of magical scorpions spring into being all over his body, stinging him with agonizing poison and flaying the skin from his muscles.

“Come.” I say, rising from my throne and taking Avanva by the hand. “Let’s talk of your future.”

“Let’s go to my temple!” She says excitedly, pulling me along like an happy child looking for toys.

The thing about my fortress is that it, like all divine realms, is not a solid, static place but moves and shifts according to my will. I let her will determine what room awaits us as we exit my throne room and I’m not terribly surprised to end up in her bedchamber. I seal the portal behind us as she bounces forward and hops upon a white cotton bed.

It is a bit of a joke that the Kalen witches guard their virginity like mortal nuns and it makes me laugh that the room we’ve appeared in is very much like a nun’s cell, its only real features a simple bed and dresser.

She turns to me and blushes, patting the bed at her side like a coy schoolgirl. I look her over.

She’s a bit girlish for my tastes, honestly. She barely tops five two and had very small breasts. Her porcelain skin and rosy cheeks combine to give her an almost doll-like appearance, which I find almost laughable. Despite that her delicate features are quite attractive, with a small nose and large blue eyes.

“Have I pleased you my Lord?” She asks me, tugging on the hem of her frilly white dress.

I shrug indifferently, I honestly don’t know…or care.

“My Lord.” She begins. “Will you make love to me?”

Her reason for asking me this is entirely selfish.

Kalen witches are strange creatures with many powers. One of these is their sexuality. When a witch sleeps with a man, loosing her virginity to him, her soul was forever bound to him. If he lives she lives, if he dies she dies. As long as her mate is alive she is effectively immortal, unkillable by any means. By mating with me, a God who will never die, she wishes to grant herself eternal youth.

Many witches have come to me over the years, wanting my manhood, but I haven’t liked any of them enough to want to have them flitting about me for all eternity.

She stands placing her hands on my chest and looking up at me with a plaintive expression. She likes what she sees.

It occurs to me, Dear Reader, that I have yet to describe to you what exactly I look like. There is a reason for this. My form constantly shifts as I appear as whoever I want to be, moment to moment. I am always tall and strong, but beyond that I can look like anyone I want to be. I could even look like you.

I bend down to kiss her and feel a thrill of excitement as she presses her thin ruby lips against mine. Even after millennia of having sex with women of all races, I still enjoy it as if it were my first time.

She gently pulls open my shirt and begins kissing my chest. I feel myself becoming aroused but do little about it, simply lifting up her dress in the back and squeezing her butt cheeks. They are round and firm and quite pleasant to the touch.

She kisses her way across my bare chest nibbling on my right nipple. I ran my hands up her sides to the front of her dress and pulled it down, cupping her small breasts. I gently massaged them and made circles around her nipples with my thumbs. She shudders under my touch and I smell the pungent aroma of a women’s arousal fill the air.

She pulls away from me and sits down upon the bed, spreading her legs and lifting her dress. Her small hand rubs the front of her panties, which have grown quite wet.

“Take them off.” I tell her softly.

She complies, standing up and pulling them down around her ankles. Before she can finish removing them I push her onto the bed and lift her legs to a right angle from the floor. I insert my head between them and began kissing my way downward. I start at her knee and kissed gently toward her thighs till my mouth is within an inch of her aroused pussy, then I switch to her other leg and begin kissing my way back up.

She twitches and moans as I spread gentle kisses about her thighs. One of the advantages of Godhood is that my every touch is intensely pleasurable, far more so than even the most skilled of mortal lovers and her response to this is quite satisfactory.

“L-lick it.” She begs, her face flush and desperate.

I drag my wet tongue down her leg, tasting her perfumed flesh and flick my tongue across her pussy. She gasps in response. I gently go to work, making circles with my tongue and spending extra time letting her juices pool on my tongue before swallowing them. She climaxes disappointingly soon and though I could continue I don’t really feel like it. I stand and look down at her. She is gasping for breath as though she had just run ten miles and has a strange teary-eyed look on her face. “Oh my Lord.” She moaned. “You’re so good.”

Women always say that but when the say it to me they are never anything but honest. She lay with one hand across her forehead, palm up and is looking at me with something approaching love. “Take me Cain.” She says, daring to use my name.

I stare down at her, my face expressionless. “Take you how?” I asked.

“However you want.” She invites, smiling.

Wrong answer.

A warning to all of my female readers: Should you ever make love to a God and he asks you that question, don’t give him the go ahead to do anything he wants. Gods tend to take things too far, put some limits on him.

“Alright then.” I tell her, pulling out my thick cock. She stares at it in wonderment. “Oh my God.” She says.

What did you expect? I’m a God.

I turn her gently over, placing her face down on the bed. “You want me like that?” She asks, raising her butt in the air and waving her pussy about obscenely.

“Yes.” I reply. I move forward onto the bed and wet my cock’s head in her dripping pussy.

“Ohhhh, my Lord, it’s so big, be gentle.” She cautions.

A grin crosses my face as I lift my dick from her pussy to her anus and, seizing her by the hips, began to push myself inside her.

“My Lord what?” She begins, alarmed.

Pulling on her hips and shoving with my cock I push my massive member deep inside her ass.

“Ow!” She yelps. “OWWW! Pull it out!”

But its too late for her, she’s my bitch now.

She begins to thrash and struggle but I pin her down, pushing her face into a pillow.

“Stop!” She screams, gnashing her teeth.

I let out a groan of pleasure as I thrust my way into her colon, more than matching the volume of her pained gasp. I begin thrusting hard, as though she were one of the loose whores I sometimes muck about with and not a more or less innocent virgin. I press deeper with each thrust, putting pressure on her bladder till she begins to piss herself.

“Please, please stop!” She was crying now, tears running down her face at the agony of her violated butt hole.

“Oh this is sweet.” I tell her as I increase the speed of my thrusts.

She soon loses all control of her bladder and begins peeing all over the bed. She sobs, the humiliation of messing herself combining with the pain of violent sodomy becoming to much for her to deal with.

“Is this what you want?” I ask her cheerily. “Is this the eternity you desire?”

“Please…” She begs, no longer struggling, but simply hoping for it to stop.

“Alright.” I tell her and pull out. “I don’t want to finish in your ass anyway.”

She gasps and rolls on her side, holding her butt like a child that just got spanked. She doesn’t look at me, hiding her face ashamedly in her pillow.

I look down at my dick. It’s totally covered in shit. Apparently she had been quite ready to go to the bathroom when we started our little encounter and I was quite put off by it. I grab her by the hair and yanked her to her feet. “Look what you did!” I say, pointing to my dick. “Now you have to clean it off!” I force her to her knees and wave my cock in her face.

She gags at the smell of her own feces and looks up pleadingly at me. “Please…” She whispers.

“Do it and perhaps I’ll let you live.” I tell her, and rubb my dick across her hairline, smearing her forehead with shit. “And if I feel any teeth I’ll rip them out.”

“Please…” She asks again and I slapped her across the face, leaving a hand print.

“Suck it off.” I demand, pointing my cock at her mouth. “Eat it.”

She stares at it sullenly then closes her eyes and tentatively puts it in her mouth. She begins sucking it then gags and violently barfs all over my pelvis.

“Bitch!” I call, slapping her across the face again.

I shall, Gentle Reader refrain from giving precisely the gory details of what I am doing to her but suffice to say we spend the next several minutes in a cycle of sucking and vomiting. But at last, much to her happiness, my dick is clean.

I look down at her, she has lost her doll-like beauty in a mash of yellow and brown smudges and her eyes are glazed over, with an ill look to them. She would have fallen some time ago had I not been holding her up by her hair but that pain seemed to no longer reach her.

“Well, I’m bored.” I inform her.

She doesn’t respond, looking at me with the lost gaze of a dumb cow.

“One last thing.” I tell her, then shove my dick into her mouth and begin fucking her throat. I fuck her face hard for quite a while but she doesn’t vomit once, despite the foot of cock dipping into her stomach. Eventually I am ready to cum and pull my dick out to shower her face in literal buckets of white gooey semen.

She chews on my thick ropy dick juice like the stupid cow she had become and I tossed her to the floor, disgusted.

I then put my dick away and leave her lying on the floor, catatonic from all the trauma I have caused her.

11:00 AM

So what do you think Gentle Readers? Can any good ever come from such caustic Evil? Or should Evil stay in Hell were it belongs? Does the story of my morning entice you to stand in my place? If so then perhaps you should take a long look in the mirror and wonder just what it is that lurks in that strange pit you call a soul.

And do you know what the best part is? I never took her virginity. She won’t live forever now. In fact, I’m going to kill her later today.

I know. I’m a dick.

If you’d like to watch the rest of my day then tell me, though I promise you, you won’t escape with your sanity intact.

Curiosity, the genesis of all Sin.

Sigh.