In a time long ago, when witches, demons and faeries made themselves known to humanity, there was a powerful coven of witches. They were led by the old and wise, extremely powerful witch; A’ala. She had five daughters; Adaire, Acantha, Aeronwen, Aeslin, and Aella. These six women were the beacons of light for all in the Upperworld. They offered help and healing to all who required it, but were renowned for their powerful magick and their fair but fierce disposition. Humans, fae, animals, and even the Earth Mother regarded them as the good in the world; the hope and joy for all.
A’ala’s eldest daughter, Adaire, was light embodied within one soul. She was kind, gentle, beautiful and generous. Her pleasant nature made that much sweeter by her angelic face. Big, clear, crystalline violet eyes set off by long wavy locks of bright white blonde hair. Her skin was a dewy peach that seemed to glow. Her smile was brilliant and contagious; she could stop wandering travelers in their tracks with just a passing glance or brighten a room with just her presence. Her laugh sounded like the soft tinkling of bells on a warm breeze. She was truly A’ala’s pride and joy. Beyond being loved by all, she also had many powerful gifts. The gift that was coveted by all witches, and only shared by her mother, was the gift of ‘’sight’’… and her visions were never wrong. Her sisters were all very powerful as well, as all six women stemmed directly from the Earth Mother Goddess.
A’ala and her daughters were busy preparing for their annual Mabon festival. They spent weeks gathering food such as nuts, gourds, onions and fruits for their celebration. All the surrounding villages would attend their festivities, as they hosted the grandest festival in all the land. Acantha and Aeronwen were skilled in making wine, so they spent their time preparing barrels upon barrels of sweet white wine for everyone. Working from dawn til dusk, the coven cheerfully prepared for their party. During breaks from harvesting and gathering, the sisters would make decorations from leaves, dried gourds, apples, herbs and other fall plants. The entire village was adorned for Mabon, from the mats on the ground to the clotheslines hanging from the trees.
Twelve days before the equinox, they began to celebrate. People travelled from faraway lands to celebrate with them as well. Everyone danced and sang, feasted and drank the wine until they could ingest no more. The air was filled with the joyous sounds of music, poetry, and children laughing. All were in a blissful state of mind. All but one. Adaire had an overwhelming sense of sadness and trepidation hanging over her. She had felt like this all day! She could feel the evil and saw shadows seeping through the ground. The sight made her whole body feel numb.
“What is this?” she wondered, “Why do I feel as if all joy has been sapped from my body?”
Adaire began to chant quietly to herself, asking the Earth Mother to grant her an answer to her melancholy state. She pleaded for an answer; the evil feelings were getting increasingly stronger and she was scared. Noticing her eldest daughter turning pale and looking agitated, A’ala began making her way towards Adaire. All of a sudden, Adaire flew up about two feet from the ground, head thrown back. Her eyes turned a glowing silver and her hair rose on its’ ends; light seeming to shoot out of the tips. All near her shielded their eyes from the brilliance of the beams shooting from her body. Children cried out as they were frightened by the sight of the commonly peaceful woman floating in contorted motion. Inside the brilliant light, Adaire began to see flashes of the future. Darkness, evil; the prince of demons ruling the Underworld, war, demons taking over the Earth entirely. She watched in trance-like horror as she saw the world fall to ruin under the tyrannical rule of Underworld demons. As she came back to the present, the light faded and she slowly floated back to the Earth. One word was on her white lips, only one word to describe what she saw.
“Zenovi”, she croaked.
Her face was pale, her hands shaking and cold. A’ala frowned at her daughter thoughtfully.
“Hmm…” the old witch mused, “Zenovi… as in the Crown Prince of the Underworld? What did you see, daughter?”
Adaire rose to her feet shakily and exclaimed, “Mother! Zenovi! Evil! Darkness! Ruin!”
With those few words, she collapsed at her mother’s feet.
“Quickly!” A’ala ordered, “get her inside!”
A strong man from the village came forward and gently picked the limp beauty up from the ground. She was brought inside their cottage and placed upon a soft pallet of blankets and pillows. A’ala sat next to Adaire, gently stroking her hair back as her other daughters shooed all the people that had gathered by the door away. They insisted their sister would be fine and they should continue celebrating and they would rejoin them shortly. Aella, the youngest, shut the door and turned to her mother with tears shimmering in her emerald eyes.
“Maman, will Addy be alright? This has never happened before after her visions!” she cried out tearfully.
“Patience my sweet, patience”, A’ala said quietly, “the Earth Mother Goddess granted her a very powerful vision this time. Most definitely one we cannot begin to imagine.”
“Come sisters”, Aeronwen coaxed, “let us send her rejuvenating energies.”
The four of them all joined hands and began to chant, their combined energies flowing into Adaire’s seemingly lifeless body. Finally, after about an hour of waiting and chanting, Adaire awoke with a gasp, grasping for her mother’s hands.
“Mother! I must travel to the Underworld! I saw the world fall to ruin at Zenovi’s hands. He must be stopped! I think I know how to change the fate of the world! I can balance his aura; change it from a blackened soul to an equally light and dark body. He must become balanced if the world is to survive!” Adaire said frantically. She jumped up and started pacing around the room muttering to herself, making wild movements with her hands. Her sisters all watched with wide eyes as they saw their eldest sister rant about the end of the world as they knew it.
“That’s it!” Adaire exclaimed, “I will go now! Quickly! Help me pack some things!”
She opened her trunks and started to pull out clothing and a burlap sack to carry them all in for her journey. Still mumbling to herself, she started throwing her items into her bag.
“STOP!” A’ala shouted suddenly, “why must you
be the one? When will this happen? How? Wha-wha-just… why?”
“Mother”, Adaire began gently, “I can share my light with him. I can change him! I must go now; I only have until the Equinox. Twelve days mother, twelve days to change the fate of the world.”
Adaire’s mother and sisters watched helplessly as she finished packing some belongings; each witch’s mind was racing with questions and worry. As she was fastening her cloak, A’ala placed her hand upon Adaire’s forearm.
“Is there nothing we can say to stop you?” she questioned, the tears in her wise eyes starting to trickle down her cheeks, “can we come with you and help?”
“No mother, I must do this, and do this alone. The Earth Mother has granted me
this vision so that I can help change the fate of the world. Please understand”, Adaire pleaded.
“Then go with our blessings and we will help you along the way. If you ever need us, just send your light signal to us”, A’ala said, a tone of defeat in her voice.
Adaire gathered her sisters into a big hug, kissing them all on their cheeks while brushing their hair back. She took her mother’s hands and placed a gentle kiss on each palm.
“I will be okay maman. However this turns out, it will be just fine”, she reassuringly said to A’ala.
She turned and headed out the door while her mother and sisters watched her. They stood in sorrowful silence as they saw her disappear into the woods. A’ala gathered her remaining daughters near and started to chant protection spells for her beloved Adaire. As the five witches chanted, A’ala’s mind was filled with worry and she vowed no harm would come to her Adaire; her beacon of light.
* * *
Deep in the woods, Adaire walked on. Over fallen trees and through streams she pushed towards the entrance to the Underworld. As she passed by, animals and plants seemed to sigh in delight at her presence. While walking, she began to recite little rhymes and silly poems that she was told as a child to help her get the rhythm of spells down. Reverting back to childhood games usually worked to calm her nerves and the silly movements that went with them often made her heart lighten significantly. “Over, under; round and round.
Clap your hands and touch the ground.
Feel the Earth below your feet.
Make a circle; be complete. Twist and turn and jump up high.
Reach your hands up to the sky.
Praise the Goddess with a smile.
Sing and dance for just awhile.”
Dancing lightly through the woods to her silly song, she didn’t notice that the air had gotten colder. A dense fog covered the ground and there was no sign of living things around, most likely due to the heavy sense of evil in the air.
“I must be close”, Adaire thought to herself.
Being preoccupied with her surroundings, she didn’t see the hole in front of her and tripped over it. Crying out, she fell forward over a branch and down into a deep, dark, cavernous tunnel. Brushing off her cloak as she stood, and her eyes adjusted to the dim light, her mouth dropped a bit as she saw the massive stone and iron doors in front of her. Menacing carvings of creatures out of nightmares seemed to leap from the doors right at her. The terrifying images made her knees weak with fear and a cold sweat break out on her neck. The entrance to the Underworld was not a welcoming sight at all.
“Right then”, she told herself shakily, “on to find the castle.”
She pressed her hands to the cold metal handles of the doors and pushed with all her might. The doors shifted slightly, but it was enough space for her to slip through as she was of a slight figure. Once inside the doors, she was overwhelmed with the evil and heinousness of the creatures that lived there. Her skin crawled and she felt like fainting. Leaning back on the doors, she steadied herself and took a few deep breaths. She looked around and saw in the distance a massive dark structure looming over the horizon.
“That must be the castle”, she thought.
Forcing her feet to move, one after the other, she slowly made her way towards the castle down the rocky path. Once she was twelve yards from the castle, she began to recite her cloaking spell so she could enter the premises completely undetected. After completing the spell, she quickly crossed the last stretch of land to the castle. As she drew nearer, the sense of evil she felt was even stronger than before. She shuddered at the feeling of darkness. As she finally reached the gigantic structure, she paused in awe of the black stone and more of the intricate carvings that were similar to the ones on the entrance to the Underworld. The only difference was, these carvings were even more horrifyingly graphic and gory. Squaring her shoulders, she snuck inside. Inside the castle, she was surprised at the amount of light that was there since no light could be seen from the outside. Hearing raucous laughter and what sounded like swords clashing, she headed off towards the noise. Adaire followed the sounds until she reached the Great Hall. Her eyes widened as she looked upon the scene before her. King Zoilo and his five sons sat at the head of the table. She recognized the king and Prince Zenovi, but couldn’t match the names of the others to their faces. She knew their names were Zahur, Zale, Zeno and Zeus; and from the looks of it, she also knew they were all disdainful creatures of darkness. The six men of the royal family sat and watched the debauchery and madness being played out in front of them. Their demon comrades were feasting on human and animal flesh, drinking liquors and ale by the barrel and not stopping even when they were obviously full. She saw demons fucking in the shadowed corners of the hall and what looked like dancing women removing their clothing on the table tops.
Adaire could feel the bile rising in her throat from the disgusting picture before her. She turned away and started to leave quietly. Darkness, evil, ruin;
her mind filled with the vision once again.
“NO! I must stay and see this through.” She thought fiercely.
With that, she decided to see if there was any hope at all for her task and began to read the souls of the royal men. In King Zoilo there was only blackness and evil. A piece of her gentle heart broke to see that, as she genuinely did care for all living things. Making her way down the line, she read each prince. Blackness, darkness, evil; nothing good in any of them. Feeling defeated, she began to read Zenovi. More blackness and evil… but also a hint of… despair? She peered deeper into his soul.
“There!” she thought excitedly, “I see a tiny speck of kindness and light in his soul! I can
Her discovery lifted her spirits significantly and decided to put her plan in motion. She cast a summoning spell on Zenovi to get him to his chambers. In her mind’s eye, she saw him rise from the table in foggy fashion and announce he was going to retire for the evening, much to the dismay of the others. Quickly, she scurried to his chambers to await his arrival. She took a place by the window, hood up on her cloak, just as she heard the door open behind her. She flinched at the menacing growl that ripped from Zenovi’s throat. Before she could say a word, he had crossed the room in a flash and had her pinned against the wall by her throat.
”, he snarled, “why the fuck
are you here?”
Being without air, Adaire did the only thing she could. She shared her vision with Zenovi by touching his temple with her dainty hand. As the images of her vision flowed from her fingertips into Zenovi’s mind, his grip loosened and she fell to the floor gasping for breath.
“So, you think to change me witch?” Zenovi sneered sarcastically at her, “Not. Fucking. Likely.”
He turned away from her and started striding towards the door. His powerful figure making the room shake with each step. Adaire practically flew across to stop him.
“Please! Please let me try! I need to, I have
to!” Adaire rasped out, gripping onto his muscled arm.
Zenovi growled again, preparing to fling her off of him when her cloak slipped down off her face. Stunned by the beauty before him, he stood transfixed by her shining hair and piercing violet eyes. Looking into the beautiful orbs shiny with unshed tears staring back at him, he felt his cold heart crack a bit. A warmth he had never experienced began to spread to his chest and stomach. A more familiar tightening of his loins and uncomfortable fit of his trousers also snagged his attention.
“She is the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen”, he thought, “mine… I will make her mine.”
As she watched Zenovi study her, a little unnerved by his attention, she began to study him as well. She took note of his finger-length tousled black hair, his broad shoulders and what she could only imagine was a muscular body under his royal garb. His jet black eyes seemed to capture her stare and she felt like she was drowning in their depths. Blushing, she looked down and her gaze went directly to the pulsing bulge in the front of his trousers. Blushing harder, she settled for staring just over his right shoulder at the intricate tapestry that hung on the wall. Zenovi gently grasped her chin between his thumb and forefinger, drawing her head towards him.
“Alright little witch”, he said softly, “you may try.”
Delighted, Adaire grasped his hand and kissed his palm. Pulling him in front of the fireplace, she bade him to sit with her and discuss her plan. Zenovi chuckled to himself at her childlike demeanor, and gladly sat with her on the plush rug. She began, bubbling over with excitement, to talk about how she was going to help him change. She started with his diet; no more meat, neither animal or human. She was going to expose him to music and poetry and introduce him to all the beauty of the Upperworld. He sat there, statuesque, watching her animatedly explain her plan. He could feel the corners of his mouth turning up into a smile of sorts; his heart felt like the ice surrounding it was melting bit by frozen bit. He felt warm around her, feeling something
finally in the ages he had been alive. He realized he hadn’t actually been alive at all so far.
“Strange”, he mused, “I am actually looking forward to this!”
Catching his mind before it wandered too far, he turned his attention back to the lovely creature sitting next to him. Though skeptical, he couldn’t wait to spend more time with her.
Unbeknownst to the two enchanted souls in the chamber, King Zoilo and his second eldest son Prince Zahur were standing outside the door, listening to every word that the two exchanged inside the room. King Zoilo was furious.
“How dare that fucking witch
meddle here!” he thought furiously, “The world will
fall to darkness, ruin will
befall all who do not follow me, and we will
be the supreme rulers of all. This bitch will NOT interfere in my plans.”
“Zahur, my son”, Zoilo whispered, “Gather your brothers in my chambers. This must be put to a stop.”
Not knowing how else to respond to his intimidating father, Zahur meekly responded, “Yes father, I will do as you wish".
* * *
Meanwhile, Adaire convinced Zenovi to travel with her for a brief visit to the Upperworld. The she revealed a picnic full of “light” foods. She produced fruits and grains along with sweet wine for him to eat and drink. The sat and ate while talking of their lives thus far. Zenovi felt so comfortable with her, he ended up revealing his strong dislike for the way his father ruled. While he never thought he would become anything less than an evil demon, he did not want to be like his father when he took the throne. Adaire was overjoyed at his revelation.
“Zenovi”, she said gently, “I understand that you feel you can be nothing but bad, but I see light inside you. The only reason that I didn’t give up on my mission is because I saw the light in your soul! You will never be like Zoilo, not if you let me help you.”
Touched by her kindness and shocked by her statement about seeing light in her soul, Zenovi could only take her slender hands into his. He looked into her eyes, mesmerized by their unique color, and gently kissed each knuckle.
“You saw my soul?” he asked in almost reverent wonder.
“Yes Zenovi”, Adaire replied, blushing at his touch, “I know you can be changed, I know you are the man I’ve seen you can be”.
His breath hitched slightly at her sweetness, and he stroked a finger down her smooth warm cheek. He began to lean closer to her, able to smell the sweet fruity smell of her and what smelled like roses and mint on her breath. He could see her pupils dilate and her cheeks flush as he drew closer. He could almost taste the sweetness of her lips, and when he was but a hair’s breadth away, he drew a sharp breath and pulled back fast as he could. Standing abruptly, he ran his claw-like hands through his hair and growled low in his chest. Pacing across the blanket, he began mumbling to himself under his breath. Confused, Adaire rose and touched his arm, not knowing that he was attempting to control his arousal. He spun towards her at her touch and grabbed her shoulders hard.
“You need to stay at least five feet away from me while we’re doing this, okay?”, he growled at her. Seeing the shocked and slightly terrified look in her eyes, he thought of a lie off the top of his head, “Erm, uh… You must
keep your distance; I don’t want to harm you by accident.”
Feeling a bit silly at her fearful reaction of Zenovi, she blushed a bit and said, “I understand. Thank you for your kind consideration of my safety!”
Sheepishly, he released her shoulders and sat back on the rug. Adaire sat on the opposite side, and started to continue with her “light” therapy. Soon, the slightly dark mood that arose with Zenovi’s outburst dissipated and the two were soon talking and laughing like old friends. Zenovi was more than surprised at how easily he was able to open up to her. He was really enjoying himself! Unbeknownst to him, Adaire could see the light in his soul begin to spread throughout his body. She was delighted at his progress and began to believe that her mission would be much easier than she originally thought.
Each day Zenovi would meet Adaire at the entrance to the Upperworld. They would spend hours together, talking and eating. She would paint for him and he would watch with child-like wonder at the creations she would manifest on the canvases. They laughed and read poetry as well, each day bringing Zenovi closer to the light. He confessed his dreams and fears to her, feeling closer to the beautiful witch as each day passed. He felt warm and safe within her light, and could even feel his heart lightening. He would return to the castle every night and fall into bed with a contented sigh. She was on his mind every waking moment. He could envision her eyes twinkling up at him as she beamed a bright smile at him. He could see her rosy cheeks, flushed from dancing and laughing in the meadow where they met. He was in such blissful oblivion; he didn’t even notice the growing fury of his father and brothers. King Zoilo’s horned, grey, and evil looking face was constantly filed with a look of fury at his eldest son’s happiness.
“This is entirely unacceptable!” he raged, “This witch is ruining my plans! I must find a way to get rid of her and get my son and heir back!”
“Father”, his second eldest son Zale said meekly, “what if we were to kill the witch? That would get rid of her AND it would turn Zenovi back to being evil with us.”
“ZALE!” Zoilo yelled. Zale stepped back and cowered beneath his father’s glare.
“That is actually brilliant my puny brained, imbecile for a son! We will kill the witch and ruin Zenovi’s happiness! Losing her will send him down a spiral of despair and darkness! I will have my rightful heir back, the heir that I have groomed since birth to lead the world into a reign of darkness!” Zoilo ranted and raved to his other sons.
He began to laugh maniacally, throwing his head back with evil insane glee. Seeing their father laughing spurred the other four princes to mimic his evil laugh. The five royal demons’ laughs were echoing around the castle, the gravelly rumbles causing rocks to fall and the stone walls to crack. The servants within earshot of their cackles began to shiver in fear from the cold, heartless sounds.
* * *
On the tenth day of their time together, Adaire decided to teach Zenovi how to dance. She brought along a few instruments that she enchanted to play music for them. When he arrived to their spot, he was surprised and a bit stunned at the scene before him. Zenovi’s heart began to beat faster as he saw Adaire dancing in the grass. Sunlight streaming upon her lithe form and through her sheer gown highlighted her figure for his roaming eyes. He could feel a smile upon his face as he watched her laughing and singing as her feet fairly floated across the grass. A flower garland crowning her shining blonde hair made her look almost like a forest nymph. He stepped forward and cleared his throat to announce his presence. Startled, Adaire gasped and turned towards him, blushing furiously. She waved her hand to stop the instruments and a peaceful silence fell upon the meadow. As she faced him, she began to study his features. She admired his strong figure and chiseled jaw, his raven hair and glowing amber eyes. She could see that the light now encompassed half of his soul and it was turning his features more human like. A warmth began to spread to her stomach and she could feel a moistness begin to form between her smooth thighs, wetting the sparse amount of fine hair that grew there.
“He really is quite handsome”, she thought to herself, “and sweet. And funny. And so honest. And… and… oh my goodness! Do I have feelings for him?! A demon?! No, that’s not possible. How is that possible?”
Puzzled by her new found feelings for Zenovi, she closed her eyes and looked within her own soul. What she found stunned her and her eyes flew open at the revelation.
“I love him? He’s meant for me?” she thought incredulously, “Is this why I was given this vision?”
Zenovi could see a myriad of emotions fly across Adaire’s face and was confused by what he saw. Walking closer to her, he said her name softly as he gently cupped her cheek.
“Adaire my sweet witch”, he began softly, “What’s wrong?”
Touched by his concern, and warm from her new revelation, she almost melted into his hand.
“Oh, it’s nothing. Just thinking of what dance I will be teaching you today!” she replied jovially.
“D-d-d-dancing?!” he sputtered, “I can’t, no, I don’t
“Oh come on”, she coaxed, “It will be fun!”
Grabbing his hand and pulling him towards the instruments, she waved her hand and music began to float around them. Putting a dainty hand on his broad shoulder and grasping his other hand with hers, she began to instruct him.
“Step back, step right, step forward, step left”, she encouraged.
Starting with choppy, uncoordinated steps, Zenovi’s tension and discomfort was almost palpable. Gradually, however, he relaxed into her soothing tone and warm aura. Their movements became fluid, moving as one. He even attempted to spin her! Unfortunately, he had no idea how to do that gracefully, so he ended up tripping on her gown and falling to the ground; pulling her along with him. Laughing at her squeals of delight, he began to tickle her sides. She screamed with glee and began to squirm atop his strong chest, trying to avoid his devious fingers. Enjoying her laughter and the feel of her on top of him, Zenovi felt like he had no worries at all!
As if they were in each other’s minds, they became aware of their proximity at the same time. Their laughter died slowly as they became enveloped in each other’s eyes. Adaire felt the warmth in her lower stomach again and the slickness return as she felt the hard ridge of Zenovi’s arousal against her stomach. Zenovi could feel his whole body harden at her soft, womanly form pressed against him. He gently pulled her head towards his, feeling her breathing stutter at his closeness. Adaire’s eyelids fluttered closed as she melted into his arms, into his strength. At the first touch of his lips, she felt like all the air had been sucked from her body. She could feel her heart racing, her face flushing, and her body felt like it was on fire. Zenovi was also lost in their kiss. He felt like his mind blanked and all he knew was her. Her softness, her taste, her scent. All his senses were bombarded, all by her.
Before things escalated further, Adaire came to her senses and pulled back a bit, panting hard. She scrambled up and stood back from the virile man in front of her. Even though his body ached, and frustration boiled in his veins, Zenovi stood calmly and took her hands into his.
She began to apologize, fairly sputtering words in a random babble. Zenovi raised a finger and pressed it against her lips.
“Adaire, darling”, he began, his voice rough with arousal, “let’s continue our session. What’s next?”
Relieved that he wasn’t angry with her for pulling back from him, she smiled brightly at him and said, “Let’s play in the stream!”
“The stream?” he thought, “What will we do there?”
He soon found out as they reached the stream and Adaire just jumped into the cool, clear water. He laughed as she splashed him and he charged into the water after her. Splashing each other and laughing, Zenovi ran towards her and picked her up. Spinning her around in a circle, the droplets that flew off of her gown looked like little diamonds falling from the sky. As he let her down, she pulled him closer to the surface of the water.
“Look Zenovi!” she said cheerfully, “Look at the fish!”
He looked at all the colorful water creatures and was in awe. There was nothing this beautiful in the dark abyss that is the Underworld. All of a sudden, a fish jumped out of the water and splashed Adaire right in the face! She was so startled, she squealed and lost her balance; falling backwards into the stream. Laughing, he picked her up and set her back on the bank. All further thought was lost when he looked at her standing there. He could see the dusky rose tips of her nipples through the now see-through gown, and a slightly darker shadow at the vee of her thighs. His dormant erection sprang to life once again, and he couldn’t control his reaction. He jumped out of the water and grabbed her waist, pulling her towards him. He pressed his mouth against hers firmly, his tongue begging for entrance to the sweet cavern of her mouth. She submitted under his demanding mouth, mewling in pleasure as his tongue slid into her mouth and against hers. Adaire grabbed onto his hair, pulling his head closer while pressing her body to his. His hands roamed up and down her sides, slipping around her curved bottom and cupping her soft breasts on the way up. His thumb slid across her hardened nipple and she gasped in pleasure from the almost electric feeling of ecstasy that shot through her. Zenovi picked her up again, and walked over to a soft patch of grass. Laying her down, he knelt before her, worshipping her with his eyes.
“You are so beautiful”, he breathed out.
She blushed and raised a hand to his shoulder, dragging it down slowly as she replied, “I think you are too.”
Zenovi felt warmness in his cheeks at her compliment, but hid it quickly by claiming her mouth again. He moved so he was above her, pressing his erection into the heat between her legs. Without knowing what she was doing, moving by instinct alone, Adaire started moving her hips and grinding her body up against his. Knowing that she was a virgin, he was determined to bring her pleasure.
He whispered into her lips, “Let me please you, beauty mine. Let me show you pleasure, love.”
Intoxicated by his words and his taste, Adaire nodded fervently her acquiescence to his request. Groaning at her obvious excitement, Zenovi sat up and lifted one leg to his shoulder. He planted soft kisses along her ankle and up her calf as he slowly drew the drenched gown up her leg towards her heated center. When he reached mid-thigh, he gently placed her leg back on the grass; much to her dismay. Her moans of protest were cut short, however, as he lifted her other leg and began the same slow torture. As he reached the same stopping point, he lowered her leg yet again.
“Adaire, love, lift your hips”, Zenovi said.
Adaire lifted her hips up and Zenovi pushed her gown all the way to her waist, exposing all of her to his heated stare. She flushed and tried to cover herself, but Zenovi pushed her hands away.
“Trust me, please. Let me show you”, he said almost desperately.
Once again, she nodded, though more hesitantly this time. With her approval, he lowered his head to her dripping slit. Breathing in her sweet, musky scent, he lowered his mouth to her center. Sliding his tongue up her lips, he collected every drop of her sweet nectar. Surprised by the new sensations she was feeling, Adaire gasped and writhed on the grass, moaning in pure bliss at his talented tongue. He swirled the tip of his tongue around her swollen clit, then dipped it deep into her tight hole. He lifted a hand and pushed a long, thick finger into her tight channel. Crying out in ecstasy at the pleasurable invasion, Adaire’s body began to tense and buck up. She could feel her stomach muscles clench and a strange feeling of tension begin to swirl in her stomach. Aching for something unknown to her, she grasped at Zenovi’s head.
“Please!” she groaned out, “Please help!”
Chuckling to himself, he doubled his efforts with his tongue and finger. He curled his finger up into the spongy patch inside her, stroking it until he felt her tightness convulse and pulse around his finger and he heard her screams of orgasm.
He rose up and laid next to her, stroking her arm softly and kissing her shoulder as she regained her senses.
“Wow”, she blurted out when she had caught her breath, “Just wow. I’ve never felt like that before!”
“I know, love.” He said gently, “Adaire, I feel things for you I’ve never felt before. I feel whole around you. You are what will always keep me balanced in all things. Be my wife, rule with me for all eternity.”
Surprised by his offer, but humbled and happy at the same time, Adaire smiled at him warmly and said but one word in response, “Yes.”
With a joyous shout, Zenovi jumped up and grabbed her, kissing her and laughing as he spun her around. Their joy seemed to make the surrounding plants and trees sparkle, the stream gurgled happily and the birds around them chirped in melodic happiness.
* * *
Back at the coven, A’ala woke up with a loud gasp. Aeslin was closest to her, and awoke from the noise.
“Quickly!” she yelled to her sisters, “something is wrong with mother!”
Her four daughters at home all gathered around A’ala, concern evident in their eyes.
“Mother, what’s wrong?” Aeronwen inquired.
“I have seen Adaire. She is in love with the demon prince. But she is in grave danger. I’ve seen her death. We must go, immediately!
” A’ala said with panic in her voice.
The five witches abandoned their Mabon festivities and packed small bags quickly and headed off towards the Underworld; all hoping and praying that their beloved sister and daughter would be alright, and that they wouldn’t be too late.
* * *
Inside the castle, Zenovi and Adaire arrived during another feast for the demons. Zenovi stopped all the noise by banging his fist on the table so hard it cracked down the middle. Every demon in the room froze and silence reigned.
“Everyone! I have asked Adaire to be my bride, and she has accepted! Let us feast in her honor! Remove the meat, remove the liquors, and get rid of the dancers!” he ordered the other demons.
King Zoilo was practically boiling over with rage and resentment at his son’s announcement. Abruptly standing, he grabbed Zahur and pulled him towards the doors with him.
“Father!” Zenovi called after him, “Where are you going?”
“Oh, don’t worry my son
”, Zoilo hissed back, “we’ll be back shortly.”
Too caught up in his happiness to really worry about his father’s reaction, Zenovi began clearing off the tables to make a clean space for Adaire. He returned to her side and grabbed her hand, planting a sweet kiss on her knuckles. Both smiling at each other, they took their places at the head of the table.
“Darling”, Zenovi began, “I will be right back. I must find my father. Will you be alright?”
“That is perfectly fine Zenovi. Go, I’ll be fine”, Adaire reassured him.
* * *
In another chamber, Zoilo was enraged. He threw a stone vase at the wall, Zahur flinching at the crash.
“He’s fucking marrying the witch
?! How dare
he!!” Zoilo ranted. “I need to kill the bitch more quickly than I originally thought!”
With a loud bang, Zenovi burst through the doors.
“How dare I? How dare you
!! You were planning to kill Adaire? I will kill you first!” Zenovi roared at his father.
With that declaration, he launched himself at Zoilo, claws and fangs fully extended. Ripping any flesh he could get his claws on, he fought with such power and venom, Zoilo didn’t have a chance. The sound of the chaos drifted to the great hall and Adaire grew concerned. She followed the noise to the chamber where the two powerful demons were fighting and quickly rushed to Zenovi’s side. Grabbing his arm, she pulled him towards her.
“Zenovi! Stop!” she yelled over his roars.
At her voice, he paused mid strike. He backed up from his father and stood in front of Adaire.
“Get out”, he growled, voice cold as ice, “Get out and never return or I. Will. Kill. You.”
Wounded, embarrassed, and still angry as all hell, King Zoilo limped out of the room and was accompanied by guards to the castle door.
“I’ll be back!” Zoilo yelled, “And when I do, she will die
Adaire huddled into Zenovi, shivering from both the chill and fear.
“Don’t fear, darling”, Zenovi said, “I won’t let him hurt you. Ever.”
* * *
Deep within the forest, Zoilo licked his wounds and let his anger fester.
“The world must be full of darkness. My vision for the world will come to be. I just have to get rid of that witch
!” he griped, “I know! I’ll kill the bitch on their wedding day! I just need the perfect disguise…”
* * *
It was the day of the equinox, the day of Zenovi and Adaire’s wedding. The castle was decked out in all the splendor imaginable. Jewels were dripping from the ceiling and banisters, the entire building was sparkling clean and fresh, and flowers from the Upperworld were spread all throughout the castle. Zenovi and his brothers were in his chamber preparing for the wedding. Dressed his in finest garb, he felt nervous and excited. He was scared but in a state of pure happiness as well. He never thought that he would find someone, let alone someone as beautiful, sweet and pure as Adaire.
“Brother, you look like the hellhounds are at your door”, Zeus cackled.
“Oh shut up Zeus”, Zenovi shot back, “IF you ever find someone, you’ll know what this is like. Pure fear but perfect bliss at the same time.”
“You seem to have gone soft on us brother”, Zeno said sarcastically.
A growl rumbling in his chest, Zenovi reached out and picked Zeno up by his throat.
“I have not
gone soft, brother
” Zenovi sneered, “Do not mistake my love for Adaire for weakness.”
Bowing his head in deference, Zeno backed away and said, “I apologize, Zenovi. I will not challenge you on this.”
The debacle over and dealt with, Zenovi turned back to his mirror and adjusted his cloak.
“Right”, he thought, “I’m ready.”
Smiling, he turned towards the door, ready to get married to the beautiful witch that changed his life.
* * *
In the chambers Adaire was using to prepare for the wedding, she received a very big surprise. Her family, her mother and sisters, appeared in her chambers!
“Maman!” Adaire cried happily, “I’ve missed you! I know it’s only been 12 days, but it feels like so much longer! Why are you here? Is everything alright?”
“Hush hush child”, A’ala said with a laugh, “I saw your wedding in a vision and we would never miss that!”
Touched, Adaire gathered her family into a big hug.
“I am so glad you’re here”, she said, a tear in her eye.
“No tears lovey!” Acantha cried out.
“Yes! None of that Addy!” Aeslin said, giggling, “It’s your wedding day!”
With the sentimental moment broken with the excitement, the squeals of joy and peals of laughter echoed around the room. Adaire’s sisters helped her prepare, dressing her in a beautiful white silk dress. She had diamonds and other precious gems covering her neck and spread all over her dress, making her sparkle in any light that hit her. With the help of her sisters and the maid servant that was sent to her chambers, Adaire was ready in no time. Her mother placed a garland made of apple blossoms and white roses upon her head, golden ribbons flowing down her hair.
“Beautiful, simply beautiful”, A’ala whispered, “You look lovely, my sweet.”
“Yesssss, simply lovely
”, the maid servant hissed.
So wrapped up in her thoughts and happiness, Adaire didn’t question the odd demeanor of the maid servant.
“It’s time”, Adaire said after taking a deep, cleansing breath.
Her sisters and mother all kissed her cheek and said they would wait for her downstairs with everyone else.
As they departed, the maid servant said softly in her deep voice, “let us away fair lady. Your prince is waiting for you…”
Adaire walked towards the spiral staircase, focusing only on the fact that Zenovi was at the bottom waiting for her. Breathing slowly to calm her nerves, she began walking down the steps. Slowly, serenely she fairly floated down the staircase.
Suddenly, the maid servant behind her said with a screech, “Time to DIE witch!
Removing the disguise, King Zoilo appeared from beneath the skin of the maid servant and revealed a wicked looking dagger. Spinning around at the threat, Adaire was confronted with the sharp tip that was surely the death of her. Before Adaire could scream, before any sort of sound could escape her mouth, Zoilo plunged the dagger into her chest deep within her heart. Her violet eyes flashed silver, and her mouth opened in a silent scream as she fell backwards down the stairs. Zoilo laughed his evil laugh as he watched the beautiful witch die before his eyes.
“NO!” Zenovi shouted as he ran towards Adaire.
The rest of the group at the bottom of the stairs watched with horror as they saw Adaire lying limp and lifeless on the stairs. A’ala crumbled as she saw her vision coming to fruit. She picked up the flower garland she made for Adaire as it rolled to a stop at her feet. Sobbing, tears streaming down her face blurred her vision as she slowly stood and made her way towards her dead daughter and a distraught Zenovi. Her other daughters followed behind her, all crying in sorrowful silence. Pulling a potion made from apples from her sleeve, she poured most of it down Adaire’s throat and a bit on top of her chest wound after pulling out the dagger.
A’ala, Zenovi, and Adaire’s sisters all gathered around her crumpled form, waiting to see if the potion worked. After a few minutes of waiting on baited breath, nothing was happening. Her skin was pale as snow and her open eyes were a dull and lifeless silver.
“AAAAAHHHHHGGGGG!” Zenovi yelled out in agony, “YOU did this!”
He turned on his father and used the dagger that killed his beloved to stab his father repeatedly in the chest and head until his father was nothing but a pile of mutilated flesh in a puddle of his demon life force. Torn apart by grief, Zenovi sat on the stairs with his head in his hands. Onlookers watched in shock as they saw the handsome prince’s features turn back from human-like to demon-like. His skin took on the grey tone of a demon and his eyes went from amber to blood red. With a terrifying growl, he sprang up and ran as fast as he could out of the castle. He went deep into the woods and tore apart the trees, killing any animals that got in his path.
After exhausting his rage, Zenovi collapsed on the forest floor and sobbed, lamenting the loss of his beloved. When the tears stopped falling, he stood while clutching his chest. Not wanting to deal with the ache he felt, he turned off all his emotions and felt his heart turn back into the chunk of ice it was before.
“There is no light in the world. Adaire was the light, she is gone. Light will never exist again”, he swore.
Stalking back to the castle with a powerful, angry stride, Zenovi prepared himself to take the throne of the Underworld.
* * *
Back at the castle, A’ala gathered her daughters close to her.
“We must leave now daughters. Levitate Adaire and we will take her home to bury her. I feel evil coming near. Hurry!” A’ala whispered furiously.
The five witches spelled Adaire to float along beside them and they hurried back to the portal to the Upperworld, not wanting to experience the wrath of Zenovi. Once through, they bespelled the portal so that no evil being would be allowed through without experiencing a painful death.
They began to prepare Adaire for burial. Chanting over her, anointing her body with perfumed oils and linens; the coven and all the villagers mourned the loss of the beacon of their town. Townsmen carried her crystal coffin into the woods to a secluded area. The animals and trees seemed to have an air of despair to them as well. It was as if they realized the light of their world was gone. All was silent as they lowered her into the ground. Everyone amassed at her grave cried over the soil that covered her body. As the last shovelful of dirt was put on top of her, flowers bloomed from her grave site almost immediately.
“Life from death… how morbidly ironic”, Aeronwen said sadly.
They stood there for hours, just watching the spot on the ground where their beloved Adaire was buried. Finally, they turned and traipsed back to their village. When they were back in their home, A’ala called for a word with her remaining daughters.
“My loves, I fear that the loss of Adaire has turned Zenovi completely dark. He will try to snuff out all light in the world, both the Under and Upperworlds. We must close the portal and protect the Upperworld from his tyranny and evil.” A’ala warned.
All her daughters agreed with her, and they all went to work to protect the land and world they loved.
* * *
In the underworld, Zenovi had taken his place as the new King of the Underworld. He gathered his brothers around him and declared that they needed to kill all “light” beings in both worlds.
“I do not believe
in the light anymore. The worlds will feel our power and will fall under our rule!” he bellowed.
With cries of maniacal delight, the demon princes proclaimed their joy at their pass to kill and ruin. They began to round up all their demon comrades and started towards the portal of the Upperworld, excited to release their reign of terror. Led by their fearsome leader, King Zenovi.
* * * Epilogue
Autumn ended in flames and terror. Winter began in darkness and death. Many had perished already in the battle between Underworld and Upperworld. The coven had begun to create a new world for the inhabitants of the Upperworld to escape from Zenovi’s evil clutches. There was no beauty, there was no light, and there was no happiness. There was only fear and death in everyone’s futures. Zenovi’s heart had become harder than diamonds, and his ruthlessness had even his own brothers quaking in fear in his presence. In a word, chaos. But as winter faded, and spring began to show in the melting snow and flowers starting to bud, there was a place in the woods where peace was all around it. A serene place that had a group of flowers that never died. The gravesite of the light of the world, Adaire’s grave. The trees leaned towards the ground and the animals gathered around the grave as if they knew something big was going to happen. Light began to shoot from the ground, the Earth began to quake. A strong wind appeared and started to blow the soil around in a funnel. The animals’ ears were twitching with excitement as the dirt blew off of Adaire’s coffin. With a resounding BOOM
, the crystal panel of the coffin along with the soil on top of it flew into the air. Adaire had returned from the dead! Surrounded by a brilliant light, she stepped out of her grave. The animals scrambled near her as the light faded. She crouched down and stroked the soft fur and silky feathers of all that surrounded her. Her once violet eyes were now a bright silver, but filled with worry as she laid a palm on the ground. She could feel the evil radiating throughout the world.
“Zenovi”, she whispered, “What have you done?”
Squaring her shoulders, she stood and began to make her way towards Zenovi. She had to try to undo the evil; she had to find Zenovi and stop him or die, again, trying.
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