The Devil's Touch - By William W. Johnstone Page 0,1
lace was spread over Kitty, covering all but her face. The coven leader knelt down, holding a dirty goblet to the girl's lips. He ordered her to drink. The goblet was emptied of its content: semen collected from the coven hierarchy. Working his hand under the filthy, ragged lace covering, the leader worked the organ in and out, bringing grunts of pain from the girl. He removed the Devil's organ and laid it aside. Kitty moaned as the pain left her.
"Do you renounce your parents, all blood relations, all friends not of this unholy coven, God, Jesus Christ, the Holy Ghost, the Saints, and the Holy Cross?" he asked the young girl.
"Yes," she gasped.
"You are firm in your conviction that God no longer lives within you and from this moment on He never shall?"
"Yes."
"You will serve me as you will serve the Prince, recognizing that I act in his place within this body of men and women known forever more as the coven?" She nodded her head.
He removed the tattered lace, spread the girl's legs, and mounted her, thrusting into her brutally. She cried out, not in pain, but crying out her love for Satan.
After the leader had finished with her, Kitty was then taken by all the males present.
The leader then squatted down and Kitty pressed her lips to his ass. The marriage was sealed.
"You are now one of us and one with us," Kitty was told. "And thus it will always be." He turned to a group of black-robed women. "Clean her and bath her in sweet oils. Prepare her for the meeting with the daughter of the Devil."
Kitty was pulled to her feet. Blood and semen stained her inner thighs. She was taken from the room. She was so sore she could hardly walk.
A man padded to the leader's side. "The Princess is here."
Frank Gilbert, leader of the Logandale, New York coven, and professor of history at Nelson College smiled. "Prepare the coven to meet our Princess, daughter of our Master."
"At once."
The Beasts had ceased their prancing and dancing and howling. They turned their hideous faces to the sky. The sky grew darker. The winds picked up, bringing with them a foulness, as if the wind had snaked its way out of the burning bowels of Hell.
It had.
BOOK ONE
ONE
Every male head in the classroom turned at the young lady's entrance. And every male present had but one thought: what they would give to spread the legs of the girl and gently take her. Every male in the room would give almost anything for the opportunity to spend just one night with her.
Every male but one: Sam Balon.
Sam had dropped the name of his adopted father, King, choosing to take his real father's name, Balon. Sam Balon, Sr. had been a minister, pastor of a church in Whitfield, Nebraska back in the late fifties. Young Sam had learned the story—the true story of what had happened in Whitfield—when he had been forced to face the Devil in actual combat. It was there he had met Nydia, and married her, performing the ceremony himself, just as his father had done with Jane Ann, and a son had been created. And just like the father, the son had been forced into combat with Satan, ultimately destroying a coven at Falcon House, in the wilds of Canada. (The Devil's Heart)
And Sam was truly in love with his wife, Nydia, and loved his young son, Sam, Jr., now approaching his third year. The child appeared normal in all respects . . . but both mother and father still harbored lingering doubts about the child.
For it was more than conceivable the child was a spawn of the Devil.
But so far, so good.
Both Nydia and Sam now felt the Devil had ceased in his pursuit of them. Perhaps the Dark One had found more easily attainable prey. They hoped so.
Sam looked at the beautiful young woman who had just entered the classroom of Professor Gilbert. She was accompanied by Professor Edie Cash. Obviously, the young woman was of some special importance to be treated in such a manner. No doubt about it, Sam thought, she is a very lovely woman.
Sam caught the eyes of Xaviere Flaubert, a lovely young lady from Montreal. She smiled at him and rolled her eyes, pointing at the young men all fascinated by the newcomer. Sam grinned at her and winked. They were good friends, Sam, Nydia, and Xaviere, socializing often. Sam looked back at the newcomer.