"J-J-Juny?" I whimper at what I see.

We have an audience. After being licked clean of all the rotting blood, released from my upside-down position, and placed onto my knees on the ground, to face the mass – I'm fucking crying with fear.

The Lycans were still licking my pussy, while I'm watching the horrible, ghastly crowd gathering to watch. Oh, no, no, no...

Juny had been getting her throat fucked by Sardonix, but she's turned around and put onto her knees like me. We're side by side.

Both our ankles are still locked apart by a spreader, as Juny is fucked by Sardonix – another Lycan pushes their cock straight into my pussy. For a moment of reprieve, I'm filled with lust as the Lycan cock hits deep and stretches me wide.

But still, the mass gathers. More and more and more.

Juny's eyes have rolled into the back of her head, I can only see the whites – she hasn't noticed the crowd yet.

It wasn't females.

We had been tricked.

It was the demon army.

There is one saving grace. More precisely; two. I can't help but notice Amon and Arma are standing between Juny and I, and the growing army.

"Juniper!" I call for her, wishing she would focus – but Sardonix is still fucking her slow and hard into the stone floor while he addresses mass of demons.

"Look at your whores," Sardonix laughs deeply and sadistically, "You miss out again because you're so ugly you fucking demon mutts. Look who the witches serve – Lycans! Long. Live. Lycans!"

"Let them choose," the demon mass starts to chant, whisper, snarl and spit.

I keep watching them while Juny enjoys her Lycan dick – and I'm enjoying mine, but I'm scared.

I can feel my body reaching another climax – but just before I can squeeze, the cock leaves my pussy, as does the one in Juny.

The Lycans are teasing us.

I immediately lean up, lust unfulfilled, still swirling in my stomach. I sit back on my heels, breathing deeply and trying to stay sane, while Juny screams out and falls to her side, rolling onto her back, glaring at Sardonix.

"Why?" Juny whimpers, "Why did you stop fucking me?"

"Because the service started, Juny," I whisper at her, and she finally catches my eye. Rolling onto her front, she looks up and witnesses the night terrors coming to life. A wave of demons, focused on a meal. Whether to devour, fuck or whatever – we were gifts to them.

Juny screams in terror and tries to run, but Sardonix grabs her ankle and holds her leg firm, so she's forced to stay and witness what is awaiting us.

"NO! Please!" Juny cries out, and when she does – the demon army laugh and smile and focus.

They're loving it.

"Stay calm," I scold Juny, because my quiet calm demeanour was not drawing their attention. The terror was what feeds them.

"Pain," the mass start to whisper, "Punish them!"

"I was about to," Sardonix reaches behind him to an altar, which was once covered in shadow but is now lit up with red moon light shining in through the open rafters.

A large, infinitely long whip is pulled off the altar. The spreaders on our ankles loosen on a whim by magic, and we can finally shake them off. At least we can run if we want to. Although that's probably the point.

"Crawl to your fate or I'll encourage you," Sardonix licks over Juny's ear, and he shows her the whip he's holding, pressing the handle to her cheek and showing off the length of the whip.

It's old, weathered and looked scarred itself from the amount of skin it's lashed against.

Before Sardonix can have the satisfaction, I get onto my hands and shuffle forward, down the steps, slowly.

Juny hesitates – and I watch with wide eyes as Sardonix uses the whip to pull back and strike her ass cheeks. Snap.

I expect a scream of horrendous pain – instead Juny collapses to the ground, writhing as a painful orgasm tears through her entire body, exploding instantaneously.

"Cursed Death," Sardonix eyes me off when I stop moving, and I quickly shuffle forward, reaching for Juny's hand, as she struggles to regain control of her writhing body.

She moans and she breaths deeply as it passes. I help Juny turn over, and then we both crawl down the steps, in slow motion.

"Are you okay?" I whisper.

"N-n-no," Juny whispers back, "I want him to do it again – but I'll surely die. My heart stopped beating, Gerry – it's like I died for a second. This is pure insanity."

This really was insanity if Juny thought something was so. Unholy fuck.

"....shh...Sardonix will hear you, don't ask for it," I mouth, feeling a leather cold touch against my back, I wince hard and look back in a fright. I see Sardonix draping the whip over me. Even the slightest touch of the whip has a swirling, striking warmth crawling up my skin through my veins – while my knees tremble hard as weakness enters my system. The whip was charged heavily with demon magic. Speaking of demons. One close by catches my attention. He is skeletal with only tiny bits of flesh hanging off his body. Some kind of zombie, "Look," I murmur at Juny, and pull her more my way.

We shuffle closer to the demon I've selected, while Sardonix trails behind us.

"They can smell your gorgeous flesh," Sardonix whispers over the both of us, and we both cower from him. He was loving this more than anyone else.

Before I go through with my emergency plan which may or may not work, I want to try begging for mercy first. Just to see if talking will help.

"We don't want to meet this fate," I tell Sardonix straight, while looking forward, "Please don't make us do this."

"I'm not making you do anything," Sardonix drawls back, so I challenge that by stopping my crawl, a few paces from the hot and rotten breaths coming from the front lines of the horny army.

"Oh, no," Juny whispers – letting go of my hand, she watches in fright as Sardonix throws back the whip, I hear it drag across the stones, before he whips it forward, and the entire length touches my back and spine.

My turn.

It's like lightning, igniting every cell with demon lust, I lose control of my senses as a climax ripples through me, and I forget to breath, as my heart doesn't beat at all.

In that second, even as I writhe, I manage to keep my head up – and my vision amplifies in that moment.

I can see a vast source of unfiltered power, charging through these demons.

They are kept alive through Satan's magic.

The loop hole? It was the exact same as our Luna Magic.

Which means it was ours.

After the mini death by climax fades out, I force myself to get to my feet, I don't look back at Sardonix.

I move.

Juny trusts me and moves with me. She flanks me as I walk straight into the awaiting demons.

I walk to the skeleton demon, and I stop inches from him, looking him right in the hollows of his skull where his eyes should be.

The Lycans behind us have stopped jeering, laughing and even breathing.

Now they're transfixed on what the hell I'm doing.

I put my soft palm against his bloody cheek.

The demon leans into it – almost uncontrollably.

"What's your name?" I tell the demon, while touching his face.

"Demitor," Demitor answers in his demon-way, fucked up and strange tones – but never less a name comes out.

"Demitor, now give me your rib," I command him. Without hesitation, he reaches up a hand to his rib cage, and points, unsure which one to choose. With my other hand, I put my fingers over his bones, and I choose the bottom rib.

With two hands on Demitor, he is gently leaning into me – completely bewildered that I am willingly touching him so softly.

Juny follows suit, placing one of her hands on his flesh and bone along his forearm, caressing him.

Crack.

The demon effortlessly rips out his own rib, and offers it to us.

"Thank you," I whisper it, while Juny takes it eagerly, and I hold it with her.

We turn together.

Without Selene, we are not as powerful as we should be.

But this was more than enough.

A small, quiet echo enters our heads; What curse do you want to wreak – ask and be granted what you wish, by the power of Satan's Dead Army!

What do we want? Juny asks me, through our enhanced connection. It was weak and her voice starts to fade in and out out.

To be invisible, I suggest quickly.

To be invisible, Juny agrees.

So, together, we chant it.

Juny and I both hold the rib tightly, refusing to let go.

Meanwhile, we look around the church.

The demons are looking everywhere.

Sardonix and his pack are just as confused.

No one can see us.

"Where the hell are they?" Sardonix lowers his voice, "They wished to get out of the service," he snarls and throws the whip back on the altar, "Those cheeky cunts will pay for this."

Juny and I are staying relatively still, we haven't run yet. They think we teleported out of here. I don't know why I didn't think of that in the first place! Damn it!

However, as my eyes scan the room, I notice very quickly that there is a major – major problem.

We are invisible.

Except...

"Oh, no, Gerry," Juny whispers as she watches as Arma and Amon start to pace in slowly toward us from the sides of the church. They watch us boldly. They had Fae magic, it really was stronger than ours.

"Let's go," I advise, pulling Juny around with me, we start to power-walk for the exit, dodging and side stepping demons in our way.

When I look over my shoulder – the Sentinels are hot on our heels, showing off their fangs – but mostly out of being entirely smug.

Arma and Amon were going to have us all to themselves.

And they didn't seem to care so much that we were no longer on the buffet menu.

"Where do we go, Gerry?" Juny asks in a panic, "I don't know the way out of hell."

"I don't think it'll matter," I respond, my mind racing as we reach the open doors, leading to the garden of bones and the floating dead nuns, "...we have escorts..."

"What do you mean? Arma and Amon?" Juny breathes out in distress, "They'll eat us. They'll cook us into a stew – probably one at a time. We should run."

"Something tells me we won't get very far if we do that," I hiss back, "Just walk slowly with me, they'll make their intentions known."

We move together, walking 'calmly' from the church.

Meanwhile, two giant Sentinels walk out together, behind us, pacing toward us with no intent to rush this.

Juny and I spin around and walk backwards, facing the Lycans who marked us, while we hold the rib up and together.

We both try and draw on more power, but we seemed to have used up our luck. Without Selene, we couldn't access any more spells or curses.

"Fucking useless," Juny cracks it, she snatches the rib from me and gritts her teeth, throwing the rib at Arma. It bounces off his abdominals and lands in the soil, and he doesn't even seem to notice the attack.

He's just focused on her eyes.

"Juny," I stop walking, "Now everyone else can see us again, you fucked up!"

But then I take note of our Lycan's precise movements. Arma and Amon come to a stop in front of us, but they move closer together, shoulder to shoulder to completely block our view from the church.

"Do you want our help, little girls...?" Amon leans over to me and Juny, showing all his fangs.

"...from the big bad wolves?" Arma also asks, quite humorously.

"Duh," Juny murmurs, a little flustered, as I notice her mark burning on her hip. Mine is pulsing too.

I'm trying to work this out. Was it true?

Did the Sentinels really mark us, because they liked us? Not just to eat us? But really, just to love – or at least, mate with us? Which means they... I don't know... had feelings or something...

I bite my lip, we don't have much time to talk before everyone else exits the church and sees us eventually.

"...can you take us to Earth...?" I test their loyalty, "...to Selene's family home? We have to remedy the situation there." No more running from the real world.

Juny can't believe I've asked something so logical and sane.

Arma and Amon share a knowing look.

"Don't be so conceited, bitch," Amon looks me over, so condescending, "Yes."

Yes.

He said.

Y –

"Good–!" I speak, but shut my mouth when Amon looks infuriated, oops, "I mean – thank you, I mean – we'll make it up to you I swear on my life."

"Oh, yeah... oh yeeeeeeah," Juny nods fast, "Please – w-we will make it up to you. Mmhmm. You're still my boyfriend, right? Right?" Juny asks Arma, "Sorry about freaking out earlier and breaking up with you. We just have to make up. You know about make up sex, right–?"

"That can wait, Juny," I claw my nails into her wrist, "We need to go. Now."

Arma walks forward and picks up Juny by the waist, licking her face, "You cute little cunt bitch, my pussy," he growls over her face, "I'm going to break your little ass and fuck you so hard you little slut..." Juny is now giggling.

Meanwhile, Amon leans forward to me, and licks over my tits and then my neck and then my face.

It's really sweet.

I just stand there, slobbered up, confused, like my pet dog just greeted me or something.

I blink repeatedly through the wet slobber, while Juny squeals with delight as Arma throws her over his shoulder and starts to run off.

Amon does the same to me, picking me up, placing me on his shoulder, his claws laid gently over my pink ass. Yeah, my butt cheeks were blushing.

Since when did they become our allies?

I guess... when we stopped looking at them as a foe.

And I stood my ground. It worked.

We gained a moment of their respect.

So the key with Lycans – ? Was to show no fear? Uhuh – we were getting somewhere.

My mind travels to our third sister. I just hope Selene is okay. We'd get her home next! First, if the police weren't already aware of the mass murder that took place – we had to clean up the mansion. Make it... presentable. No pressure or anything. But we were witches. I'm sure we could think of something. Like maybe a little bit of resurrection, or fiddling with memories of any witnesses. We could get on top of this and restore some semblance of a free life out of hell, out of demon territory. We just had to be quick, smart, fearless.

Because demons? Well, shit. There was nothing to be scared of.

In the moment of that whip touching me, I could see what demons were to us.

We never had to be scared in the first place, we just had to realise; they were our fodder, they were our source.

Our magic was demonic. We were really badass. I mean, why weren't we dead yet? We weren't cursed.

We were the fucking curse.