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Put it under the incest tag as that's what the series will include. But the first chapter doesn't include it.
For those of you who have read a story before think its name was dawn of the succubi, yes the idea of this story came from there. The story was sadly removed years ago. So, I decided to write a new one based on the same premise.
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The world went on with its business unaware of the forces that struggled for control since the coming of man. Heaven and Hell were both longing for total control over mankind. But God had long ago proclaimed that none could directly interfere. There would be no invasion of forces, only influencing and subtle actions would be allowed. Since it was the word of God both sides followed. The higher order of beings from both sides would enforce the ruling of God.
Within the circles of Hell, Pride had always held dominion. But Wrath had held a dominance over the rest, after the clashes of forces came to an end the structure of power changed. Greed and Lust began to gather much power from the results of their influence over the mortal world. While wrath was forced to greatly curtail its actions, only covertly joining in when war and pitched battle could be found.
Long ago during the more direct conflicts the succubi had claimed a more support role in the battles between heaven and hell. Their combat prowess far from legendary, their role interrogators, and converters. For even an Angel could fall. Under God's ruling the succubi became a far more fearsome foe for the heavens. Persuasion and subtly was playing into their natural gifts after all.
In modern day the power of the church has waned and sexual liberty is abound. Society in some places seem to cavort openly with the forces of Hell. Yet such forces are now treated as mere myths, an allegory for the duality of human nature. The angel and devil on each of our shoulders.
Ben is an overworked teenager getting ready to move on to university. He currently attends a '6th form college' where students come to get their A-levels. He comes from a devout Catholic family, one look at the family photos could tell just how devout they were. He had two brothers and three sisters two of which were twins.
Had it not been for an accident at his father's work, he probably would of had more siblings. They were all of similar age, with the twins Lilian and Lara aged 19 they were home schooled for a year then put into the same year as Ben. His other sister a cheerleader in university. His youngest brother studying accountancy in university, and his oldest brother working in a company's finance department.
The story starts in a local church. Which Ben 'volunteers' in (his mother told him he had to do it), Ben had driven his electric bike over and is helping the nun's to clean and do odd jobs. Father Jacobs is away doing work in the community.
The weather has turned foul, thunder and lightening. As Ben goes to clean other parts of the church he wonders where all the nuns have disappeared to. The weather outside is getting progressively worse, the rain is hammering down, Ben is afraid with the rain as it is and the amount of nearby lightening strikes he'll have to spend the night on the church grounds.
Fortunately it's a large church with a convent joined to it. Though he was sure he wouldn't be allowed to sleep with the nuns, there was a spare bed for traveling priests. Better not to think of the nuns like that, certain videos about extra friendly nuns was the reason he had to spend his free time 'volunteering' after all.
The rain continued to pound against the stained glass windows of the large old church, casting eerie shadows across the stone floor. Ben's electric bike was parked just outside, as the storm intensified he knew that there would be no visitors tonight to the church. Any sane person who wanted to confess their sins, would hold onto those sins for another day. No poor schmuck wanted to travel in this weather.
He shivered, not just from the cold but from the overwhelming sense of unease that had settled over him. The nuns who had been bustling about earlier were now nowhere to be seen, and the silence was punctuated only by the distant rumble of thunder. His skin was covered in goosebumps. I guess this old place is not the kind of place you want to be hanging around on a dark, terrible night. Feels like the opening of a horror movie, perhaps Pin-head or Freddy was about to make their debut.
"Ben!" Sister Margaret's voice cut through the stillness, her tone sharp and urgent. "Come here, quickly!"
He hurried down the aisle, his shoes echoing on the polished wood. Sister Margaret stood at the entrance to a small side room, her habit drenched from the rain that seeped through the cracks in the door. Her eyes were wide, almost wild, as she beckoned him inside.
"What's going on?" Ben asked, wiping his hands on his jeans.
"We need your help," Sister Margaret said, her voice lowering to a whisper. "There's... there's something happening downstairs."
Ben frowned. "Downstairs? But that's where the storage rooms are."
Sister Margaret nodded, her lips pressed into a thin line. "Yes, but we found something... unusual. Follow me."
She led him through a narrow passageway to a hidden staircase, its wooden steps creaking under their weight. The air grew colder as they descended, the smell of mildew and damp growing stronger. At the bottom of the stairs, a heavy iron door barred their way. Sister Margaret produced a key from her pocket and unlocked it with trembling hands.
The room beyond was dimly lit by candles, their flickering flames casting dancing shadows on the walls. In the center of the room stood an altar, and chained to it was a naked nun, her body shivering uncontrollably. Several other nuns surrounded her, their expressions focused and intense.
There were three naked and very hot nuns laying on the floor. There was a certain odor to the room, he wasn't sure what it was but it definitely enraptured him. he felt a familiar stirring in his pants, fuck not now!
"What is this?" Ben stammered, his voice barely more than a whisper.
One of the nuns, Sister Agnes, turned to face him. Her eyes were dark and unreadable. "This is a ritual," she said quietly. "A very old one."
Ben's mind raced. "But why? What are you doing to her?"
Sister Agnes stepped closer, her gaze never leaving his. "We are trying to save her soul," she replied, her voice tinged with urgency. "She has been tainted" she cast a dark look to the corner which held those lovely naked nuns, "corrupted by evil forces, and only through this ritual can we cleanse her."
Ben swallowed hard, his heart pounding in his chest. "Corrupted? By what?"
"By evil," Sister Margaret interjected, stepping forward. "Hell has always been lurking in the shadows, waiting for the right moment to strike at the faithful."
Ben's stomach churned as he looked at the frightened nun on the altar. Her eyes were wide open, filled with tears, but there was a strange glimmer almost a glow in them--the shivers down his spine returned.
