1. The Devil's Pact, Hell Chronicles Chapter 10: The Ghost


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    The Devil's Pact, The Hell Chronicles by mypenname3000 Copyright 2015 Chapter Ten: The Ghost Note: Thanks to b0b for beta reading this. Svitlana “Lana” Paquet-Holub “I had a vision,” Iris moaned. “I know where Mother is!” “You found Lilith!” I gasped, my pussy exploding in delight. I looked up in shock at Iris. She was a Nirah, a breed of Lilith's daughters that had the power of divination. I stared into her snake-like, green eyes, her sinuous face framed by dark-green hair. Her forked tongue flicked out with excitement. I disentangled myself from my wife Chantelle and her daughter, Lamia. We had been celebrating our reunion after Chantelle had escaped with many women from the Brass City of Dis. She had been a prisoner of the despicable Brandon. We had tried to defeat Brandon, allying with the Molech survivors led by Colton Bray, but we didn't have enough strength to take the city. “You found her?” Chantelle gasped. “Are you sure?” “Yes,” Iris nodded. “She's to the east, across the Sulfur Plains. I had a vision of her in a fortress of women ruled by a ghost.” “A ghost?” I frowned. “I don't understand everything I witnessed,” Iris said. “But she seemed fine. There's a skeletal forest across the plain, and in the center is a fortress with many women, concubines to this ghost. Outside the fortress is an army of men, women, and ape-like demons.” “Do you know about this, Lamia?” I asked. “Yes,” she nodded. “My husband and wife told me.” A smile crossed her lips. Lamia was ...
    coming to have affection for Bray and Yun, the leaders of the Molech survivors. Lamia had married the pair to create an alliance between Lilith's followers and them. I found it disgusting that she submitted to a man, but we did need the alliance. And Colton wasn't as bad as a man could be. His harem of women seemed happy, and the men following him didn't rape the women. Not like Brandon. I shuddered to think about that. Poor Crystal had been badly brutalized by Brandon. She spent the entire retreat crying in her mother's arms. The poor girl. “So who are they?” I asked Lamia, snapping her out of her thoughts. “Oh, right. They're followers of the Ghost of Paris, whomever that is. They've been here for a few months, carving out the Skeletal Forest as their domain. They're crafty. Their scouts can turn invisible and they dress like cheerleaders.” “Cheerleaders?” I blinked. “That doesn't matter. We need to go and get her back,” Chantelle said, passion in her voice. “Lamia, you promised to help us.” “I will send some of our forces with you,” Lamia agreed. “I can promise a third by myself.” In an hour, we were moving out onto the Sulfur Plains. I was excited. We had found Lilith. A third of the Molechites went with us, led by Lamia. I quickly hated the Sulfur Plains. It was endless, yellow dust that seemed to get everywhere, staining your flesh. On the second day of our march, we came across the ambush site. Here many daughters of Lilith had been butchered by Brandon's army under the ...
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