The evening air tasted like blood and the Resonance sang with beautiful hatred. Everything was exactly as it should be. 

Why then did it all feel so disappointing? So infuriatingly empty?

The soulless thing that was Ellie Kowalski stood naked in the open air of a moonless night and watched the magnificent chaos that her Mother had wrought with tight lips. The throng of rutting flesh around her made her empty heart beat with sadistic arousal – and yet she couldn’t bring herself to join in yet another round of the ecstasy and shameless debasement. Some part of her wanted nothing more, of course. The part of her that had been enslaved to serve the Mother's evil purpose; The part of her that burned with the Mother's unholy Resonance. The part of her that knew that all of the rape she had witnessed was the hottest thing in the fucking universe. All of it was still utterly satisfying to watch and to think about.

But still – there was a hatred that had slowly grown inside of her that had nothing to do with the wonderful corruption of her blood, and nothing to do with the throbbing Resonance that had forever subjugated her mind and turned her into a creature of evil. 

No. That kind of malice, she would have been able to enjoy.

This was different.

She was angry at the Mother.

She narrowed her eyes as she looked at the unholy creature that owned her will; the demon that had claimed her flesh and killed her soul and freed her from the yoke of humanity and shame. She was utterly magnificent. Tall and dark-skinned and lithe and nothing but hatred and desire, and the indisputable center of the universe. Everything for her! Anything to serve! Rape and kill and maim and hunt! Carry her seed! Birth her Gifts! Everyone must serve her!

Then how the fuck could she be angry with her? And why? She existed to serve her! To be her whore! Her instrument! Her willing flesh!

But she knew why – and the envy and hatred roared in her chest as she thought about it again.

Leah and Ana.

Those fucking whores had taken all the credit. Just because they had the gift of magic. Just because they had served an ancient Order that had again and again vanquished the Mother and banished her back to the Abyss. So what? The Heralds would have never even made it to the source without Ellie! She had given her blood and nearly died for them, and been just as much of a willing servant of evil, and just as instrumental in making the Constellation happen! And yet the Mother had called them 'the whores that betrayed the world', and had let them take the anchors from the corpses of the discarded Heralds while Ellie had been forced to watch and bear the utter humiliation of being forgotten.

Of course she knew she was nothing but a tool of the one that had claimed her soul. She knew that her flesh existed only to serve and that her will belonged to the Mother. But that very same Mother had also gifted her the endless hatred and greed that she was currently feeling – and she knew that she wasn’t alone with it. Next to her stood another subjugated piece of naked flesh whose hatred burned just as brightly as her own. She could taste it as clearly as she could taste the blood and sex that saturated the air, and she knew that she would be able to feel the sizzling heat of her blood too if the willing flesh next to her had actually been claimed by a Gift instead of simply having its soul ripped out through its quivering mouth.

“Your flesh will serve soon enough,” said Ellie to the creature of evil next to her. Tall and slim and wiry, with her hair tied back into a tight bun and eyes that burned with nothing but cold hatred.

“And why the fuck do you care?” asked the mind-servant Jeanne. 

“Because it’s always nice to see a cunt get ripped into and raped by the Mother’s unholy Gifts,” Ellie said with a crooked smile. “Especially an Order cunt like yours.” She sure as fuck wasn't going to admit to her own insecurities in front of a pathetic little mind-servant like Jeanne.

Jeanne hissed. “Do not invoke the Order,” she spat, utter hatred in her voice. “There yet remain unclaimed souls among its ranks. Those who did not arrive in time. I will celebrate once the lights in their eyes have gone out, and not before.”

Ellie looked at glistening stains between Jeanne's legs. “Huh. It sure looked like you were celebrating when you got yourself off to the corpses back there,” she said mockingly, nodding back towards the library building where the dead bodies of the male members of the Order still lay where they had murdered them.

“The Mother wished to see it,” said Jeanne tonelessly. “And it was a pleasure doing her will. But no matter how hard it makes me cum, I have chosen to abstain for now.”

Ellie scoffed humorlessly. “Yeah, right. Fucking bullshit. Don’t pretend that you didn’t beg to be fucked and claimed after we took your soul. Is this your plan to convince the Mother to claim your cunt sooner? Do you think she’ll be more tempted to make you her flesh if you pretend to be chaste and disciplined?” 

Ellie chuckled to herself. “Fuck, that might actually work. God knows it makes me want to rape you even more right now.”

“Fuck God,” said Jeanne. “And fuck you. I don’t even know who you are. Some bystander that got lucky enough to be claimed by a roaming Gift? Some young cunt with big tits that the Heralds wanted to rape? I sense no power in you. You’re nothing but breeding stock.”

Ellie slapped her. “I killed your Brother Lars, bitch. I gave my blood to save Herald Samantha. I cut out that pretty boy’s throat with his own sword.”

Jeanne snapped her head back, raising her eyebrows. “Really?” she said. “Color me surprised. It didn’t look like you had done anything of significance from the way the Mother treated you.”

For a moment, Ellie was on the verge of ripping out another throat – but she knew that she must not hurt a valuable servant of the Mother. Instead, she reached around the mind-servant’s neck and gripped tightly. 

“Look who’s fucking talking,” she said, anger boiling in her chest. “At least I got a Gift in my cunt – you weren’t even important enough for that. Just empty flesh, unlike your fuckable little Order sisters.”

Jeanne’s eyes widened with hatred and pain, and Ellie could taste the envy and ravenous desire burning in her soulless heart, and she knew that she had made her point. If not, she could always hurt her again. She was so weak. Honestly, this wasn’t even fun if she couldn’t fight back. 

She let her go, and scoffed. “Whatever. I get it I guess. We’ve both been wronged, bitch – and don’t you fucking pretend like you’re not fucking desperate to have what they have.”

Jeanne scoffed, and took a deep breath after. “Fuck you, so what if I am? It does not matter. We serve the Mother. She commands and we obey. Whores. Tools. Slaves. Nothing more.”

Ellie pursed her lips and shook her head softly. Jeanne was right of course. 

And yet–

“Fuck that,” she said. “I deserve better.”

And with that she made her way across the library lawn, stepping over the rutting bodies of dozens of soulless servants of the Mother, her feet wet with dew and droplets of black ichor, and approached the beautiful creature that owned her dead soul.

“Mother,” she said, the word harsh and sharp and full of barely controlled desire.

The Mother was facing away from her, and she did not turn around. But as soon as Ellie had spoken, the Resonance in her blood spiked with maddening intensity, and she felt herself become the center of her owner’s attention. If she were still her old self, she would have panicked and run away.

But she wasn’t.

“I deserve a fucking reward!” she spat, nothing but greed and selfish desire in her heart. “And you know it! You know what I did!”

Still, the Mother wasn’t facing her.

“Do you, now?” said the hateful voice of Jordan Wright, resonant with ten thousand years of murder and rape. There was no sympathy there. No charity. No love.

“Yes!” said Ellie. Her voice was less firm now. In her chest, her heart was pumping hard, and her chest felt tight with primal fear. And yet, at the same time her stomach boiled with an unholy anger burning hot enough to set the world on fire. 

“Look at me!” she growled, and the Mother finally turned around to face her.

She went to her knees. It wasn’t a choice. It was pure instinct. A natural law. She bowed her head and looked up at the magnificent form of her Mother; dark flesh stained with blood and black ichor, her breasts shining in the harsh light of street lamps and her sacred pussy glistening and begging to be served. Her face showed an expression of cruel amusement as her dead black eyes burned down on Ellie, and as Ellie dared to meet her gaze she noticed thin rivulets of blood tracing down the sides of her face, running down from her scalp, where thick horns had started pushing themselves out of her skull. She was magnificent. She was everything. She was the reason for everything that Ellie was – including the greed that had made her demand a reward for everything she had done.

The Mother knew what she was thinking. She knew what she wanted. There was no part of her flesh-servants that she did not have absolute power over.

“I could reward you by commanding your heart to stop,” said the Mother with a thin smile. “Hard to serve more completely than that.” She glanced at the male soul-servants she had created today. “You would be a pretty corpse for them to rape. It would please me to see them debase themselves like that.”  

Excitement swelled in Ellie’s chest as the Resonance filled her mind with the perverted fantasy of it; to be nothing but meat; nothing but flesh.

“Just kidding,” said the Mother. “I won’t waste your womb like that, and I won’t punish a soulless whore for being greedy and selfish. You’re exactly what you’re supposed to be, after all.”

Ellie took a sharp breath. “Yes,” she said, her pussy burning with need. “Give me something good then! Something like what the other whores got.”

The Mother sneered. “Ana and Leah? You can’t have what they have. Jordan’s anchors are in a fucking bush at the edge of town, and digging them out for you would be fucking pathetic. Don’t waste my time, whore.”

“Let me channel your power then!” Ellie demanded coldly. “Make me a vessel for your will! Let me be more than just breeding stock!”

“I can help her,” said a voice from behind her. Ellie turned around, and saw the thin body of Jeanne kneeling a few steps behind her. Ellie scoffed. Well, look who the fuck decided to change her m-

Suddenly the Resonance burst open in Ellie’s veins, and she screamed with freezing pain, body cramping and coiling as the world around her turned upside down and reality shattered into shards of glass. There was no pleasure. This was pain. Unbearable pain.

It did not last long – but more than long enough.

Only when it faded did the pleasure slowly return, the tail end of the agony mellowing into warm comfort, bubbling like softly boiling water.

The Mother stood over them, hatred and disdain in her eyes.

“It was fun to indulge one of my soulless whores, but I’m not going to let you all just parade in front of me one after the other. Don’t you for a fucking second presume that you have any right to make demands, you fucking pieces of shit. Your flesh is mine! Your souls are mine! Everything you have is only for me to grant, not yours to covet!”

“Yes Mother,” said Jeanne, her voice weak and unsteady. “Yes Mother,” said Ellie.

“That being said, you presumptuous little cunts…” said the Mother, “There’s something I can in fact reward you with – not because you deserve it, but because I want to taste the fucking hatred and jealousy that Ana and Leah are going to feel when they're forced to watch.”

“Works for me,” said Ellie. "I know that I deserve it." 

The Mother smiled, baring sharp teeth. “If you’re trying to get your face raped, it’s working,” she said. “See me after class. And now get the fuck out of my face. You’ll know what to do.”

Ellie and Jeanne obeyed, and it wasn’t long before Ellie felt the Resonance swell in her chest and fill her with unholy knowledge and irresistible compulsion. She saw Jeanne next to her, trembling and stiffening as the Mothers power took hold of her too. They had to obey. They had to serve.

The back of the library was a beautiful ruin of flayed bodies and splattered blood. The corpses of the Order. Brother Dimitri, Brother Muhammad, Brother Marius, Brother Felipe, and Brother Josiah. They lay in a messy spread where the Mother’s soulless whored had pushed them around earlier, flipping them over to look at their dead faces as they fucked themselves. Ellie remembered it hotly. She hated Ana and Leah, but she couldn’t help but quiver when she remembered them kneeling on top of their dead leader, grinding their taints across his face and chest as they got themselves off.

Ellie smiled, hateful purpose burning in her dead heart – and she knew that the two young whores were going to be so fucking envious of what Jeanne and her were about to do. The little cunts were off creating a sanctum and flaying an innocent soul to create a demon, and whatever beautiful flesh they were about to corrupt was going to be some random nobody – but Ellie was going to harvest the remnants of the Order, with the eager help of the most powerless of all of them.

They went to work. There was already plenty of blood around, but it was all dried up, and they had to tear open the flesh of one of the policemen that lay discarded to the side of the scene and use what had pooled at the bottom of its flesh. It was gloriously dirty work, and Ellie could hardly believe how utterly she had been corrupted to feel nothing at all as she defiled and desecrated what had once been human, her pussy throbbing with arousal and purpose and desperate need. The Resonance in her blood told her what to do, and she let it take control of her, letting herself fall into its burning embrace as her bloodstained fingers drew symbols she did not understand across the marble floor, weaving a spell of unholy power that she would have never thought possible before today, when she had found out that there was magic in this world, and beings of higher power, and immortal forces of good and evil. 

Jeanne was next to her, gloriously naked and filthy. A woman that had been blessed by divine grace by a secret Order of powerful users of magic and keepers of ancient secrets, now reduced to a shameless lesser servant of the evil she had once sworn to fight. A soulless whore eagerly debasing herself, shameless and naked and ready to do anything to spread the chaos that had consumed the goodness in her heart. She too, was possessed by the Resonance of the Mother, drawing the same symbols of defilement across the floor until, finally, they were done.

They rose and beheld their work. Circling the corpses of the Order were three concentric rings of forbidden writing, interconnected by jagged arcs and a spiderweb of spatted lines, outlining a grand pentagram interleaved with even more inscrutable words of power. And in each spoke of the five-pointed star, carefully laid on their backs, lay one of the lifeless forms of the men that had dared to fight the rise of the Mother. 

Their souls were long gone, as was the rest of them. Only the greatest act of divine intervention could bring them back – and there was no more God in this place. But just because their minds and their magic might have passed into the Beyond didn’t mean that there was nothing left that could still be used.

The Resonance swelled, and Ellie felt a burning presence approaching. It was time. This was it. She turned around, and saw the Mother step into view from behind a row of bookshelves.

“Don’t want to miss this,” said the goddess of chaos and lust with a smile on her face, almost playful, almost light. Ellie remembered the Herald that had taken her soul. Sam Collins. The little one. The one she had saved with her blood. It was strange to see her smile on someone else’s face – and it didn’t last long anyway. What levity there had been quickly hardened into sadistic amusement, and there was no more trace of the young woman whose corpse was currently beginning to rot downstairs.

And then the other whores stepped in behind the Mother. Ana and Leah. They were holding hands, their hair oily and stained with blood and their skin tainted just as thoroughly. It looked like the godless act of sex and violence that they had been busy with had been a lot of fun.

Ellie hissed with annoyance. She hadn't wanted them to be here for this, and wished she was angrier with them. She wished she could truly hate them with all of her being – but she couldn’t deny how fucking hot they were, and neither could she deny how much it turned her on to see those innocent young eyes burning with such soulless malice. Especially Leah. She had seen that one suffering and screaming. She was so much better now.

She forced her eyes off of the young whores that had been so callously chosen before her, and looked at the Mother. Her Resonance was throbbing in Ellie’s veins, and Ellie tasted her suffocating will with parched lips and quivering legs. The owner of her dead soul had come to watch her serve, and her most prized servants had come along to witness another whore commit an act of defilement that they no doubt wanted to be part of.

Except they couldn’t. They weren't allowed. This time, they would do nothing but watch, and Ellie and Jeanne would be the ones responsible instead of them. Right now, they were the ones that the Mother had picked as her chosen instruments. First among her whores, if only for now, doing her bidding directly under her hateful gaze.

Thank you, Mother, Ellie thought. 

As if in response, the Mother raised her arm in a smooth and fluid gesture, and Ellie’s vision tinged red and her mind drowned in sacred blood as her body ceased to be her own. She started moving and her mouth started speaking, and her body was on fire with purpose and pleasure as the very air around them seemed to start vibrating with the Resonance of chaos and lust. Gravity shifted and bent along the foundations of reality, and the ground underneath their feet trembled as the symbols on the floor started glowing from within. The blood of the innocent, drawn into symbols of power; ripples cascaded across them, and droplets of dark crimson lifted themselves into the hair, hanging suspended like trembling chains of pearls, slowly rising as the Resonance roared with hateful power – and then the symbols themselves followed, and all of the jagged lines and arcs of the pentagram along with them, peeling off the floor into the air, swirling and spinning in a chaos of blood as they voices of Ellie and Jeanne chanted violent words of corruption and malice, their voices booming with mindless purpose, close to breaking, close to cracking, until –

– the blood rushed into the corpses on the floor in a tempestuous deluge, streams of defiled liquid pushing themselves into every open wound, every mouth, every eye, until all of it was suddenly gone.

A noise like fading thunder, followed by a moment of silence that suddenly ended when five soulless creatures came all at once. The library echoed with screams of shameless ecstasy, and four filthy whores went to their knees with their hands between their legs, furiously fingering themselves to the wonderful defilement they had just witnessed, Resonance swelling in their insatiable cunts and rewarding them for being good little pieces of willing flesh as the Mother of their purpose reached Her own climax. They all came, shameless and filthy and with only hatred in their hearts.

And then, among moans and sighs of gratification, five male bodies rose like puppets.

Once again silence fell as the Mother stepped forward, her bare feet leaving black stains where she touched the stone floor. She walked past Ellie and Jeanne, into the midst of the five men, slowly raising her hand and tracing it along their necks as they stood unmoving and unseeing, one after the other touching them and pausing for a moment as her flesh-servants stood by and watched with bated breaths and dripping pussies.

Finally, the Mother spoke. “Well, would you look at that,” She said, and looked at her serving pieces of flesh. “Dimitri wanted you bad, Ana; and Marius did in fact like Leah back; and Jeanne…?”

“Yes, Mother?” asked the soulless whore, her breath short and her voice raspy and exhausted.

“Felipe thought of you like a mother, which made him even more ashamed of the sexual fantasies that he had about you. And oh my, Josiah – look at all those secrets you kept. Naughty, naughty.”

Ellie licked her lips. Dark understanding simmered in her blood, and she looked at the five husks the Mother had raised using Ellie and Jeanne as vessels. Their eyes were bloodshot and clouded, and their skin was sickly and mottled – but their wounds were healed and they were much less pale than they had been. They were alive. At least, their flesh was. There was no mind left for the Mother to have ownership over, and no more soul for her to rip out of them to let the evil in their hearts take over. But their possessed flesh could still serve – and the brain was flesh as well.

The Mother now owned their memories.

“Of course, they all thought about fucking all of you,” said the Mother with a shrug. “They’re men, after all. Such a shame that they never got what they truly wanted, isn’t it?”

The soulless whores of the Mother smiled knowingly, already stepping forward, their hips swaying, their pussies moistening with anticipation. There were five of them, including the Mother. Five pussies that wanted to be shamelessly defiled. Five evil minds that would do anything to rape away the memory of everything they had been. And now there were five desecrated pieces of meat they could impale themselves on in an act of utter debasement.

The Mother turned to Ellie. “Sorry, little whore. I can’t see Muhammad’s memories of you. I blew out his brains, after all. But I’m sure there’s nothing he would have hated more than making you cum for murdering his Brother.”

Ellie smiled, and her pussy shivered with perverted arousal. Again, she was envious of the others for knowing the people they were about to rape – but she hardly minded this time. Hell, she hardly even noticed it. Her mind was still singing with the afterglow of orgasm and the hateful gratification from what she had just done. It had felt so fucking good! She had felt the Mother’s power work through her, taking over her mind, utterly subjugating her and making every part of her serve – and then the Mother had made all of them cum like the whores that they were.

And now she was getting another chance to please her Mother and give in to her own bottomless perversion! The empty and defeated husks of the Mother’s enemies, turned into puppets, theirs to use for their own filthy gratification! Fuck yes!

Some part of her wanted to start a fight. She wanted to take something away from Ana or Leah or Jeanne – but what was even the point? It would be so much better to watch them fuck the possessed body of the Brother that had once wanted his dick between their legs. The dirty talk was going to be so much hotter!

It was time to indulge. The Mother waved her hand, and the flesh under her control jerked and spasmed, and their cocks hardened, and they all picked the piece of meat that promised the most delicious irony and filthiest debasement. 

Ana bent over in front of the Brother almost twice her age, and let herself be spread from behind. She whimpered and squealed in mock discomfort as Dimitri’s body started pumping at the Mother’s command, and continued to beg him to stop. “Please, Dimitri, I don’t want this,” she whimpered, her voice strained even as a mad grin spread across her face. “Please, stop! You’re raping me! You’re desecrating me! Please! Please!” But he kept pumping, his expression blank, his eyes bloodshot and empty, as the Mother used him to defile the interloper she had conquered and claimed.

Leah had her arms wrapped around Marius, her tits squeezing against his chest, and she licked across his empty shell of a face and shamelessly moaned confessions of a forbidden love that had died screaming along with her goodness and humanity. “I loved you back, Marius,” she said with nothing but mockery and contempt in her voice. “I imagined us taking the vows, and adopting a child. I imagined us being happy. Being together.” She laid down and spread her legs. “Fuck me, you dead piece of shit!” she said, and the mindless husk obediently pushed himself into her sopping cunt, and into the fertile seedbed of the Mother’s spawn.

Jeanne was straddling Felipe, moaning endless mockeries and insults in French, grinding herself against his erect cock for minutes and minutes before finally pushing herself down onto him, whimpering and moaning and furiously gyrating her hips around the helplessly subjugated piece of meat between her legs, using him like the insatiable whore that she was, nothing left of her ambitions of cool-headed obedience in the face of such filthy, godless temptation.

The Mother had chosen Josiah, of course. He was the one that had tried to kill Jordan, and who had been blinded by her unknowing lies – and the one that had been the Leader of the Order that had dared to stand against the Constellation. The Resonance burned with limitless hatred as she made him fuck the tainted cunt of the mother of all demons, smearing the black ichor of dozens of consumed souls all over his body, riding him with merciless and inhuman strength, tossing his body around with her hips like a floppy sex toy, hissing and spitting with violent delight, raping him hard like the worthless piece of meat that he had always been.

Ellie was left with the ugly one. She didn’t mind. This was actually perfect. She recognized Brother Mohammad from the backyard of her birth mother’s house, when he had tried and almost succeeded in taking the Herald’s life. She remembered the look of rage on his face when she had turned his Brother Lars into meat, and she couldn’t believe how fucking good it felt to feel his cock between her legs. This was pure domination. Pure debasement. Her dead heart felt only shameless need. The need to fuck. The need to rape. The need to kill everything good and innocent in the world and twist it to serve in the name of lust and chaos, like it had happened to her. Her seeping wet pussy spread itself around his cock and she let herself become the filthy animal that had always been screaming at her from the back of her mind. All of her cruel and selfish desires were out in the open now, unshackled and unleashed, and there was no more pathetic humanity or decency in her to stop her from indulging in the perfect gratification of being the murderous predator that she had always wanted to be. No act of sex too depraved. No act of violence too cruel. No act of debasement too extreme. Everything for lust and chaos and evil! Everything for the Mother! Everything for Her!

And so she fucked the body of the man they had murdered, and let herself be fucked by the husk of the man that had wanted her dead, dripping and sweating and desperate, screaming and moaning and whimpering with lust as the Resonance in her tainted blood filled her evil mind with beautiful fantasies of murder and rape. She grabbed her tits and pulled on her rock hard nipples, and her defiled pussy screamed with blinding joy. She bent down, and let her sweat-soaked hair fall down onto the empty face beneath her, swaying and dragging across his skin with every thrust of her hips as she looked into his empty eyes with her own dead and soulless gaze. She was soulless, willing flesh! She served the evil Mother of chaos and lust! Today had been her birthday – and to celebrate, they had killed her mother and her soul, and given her the Gift of eternal purpose and endless hatred!

Fuck yes! She thought, and arched her back upright, hair swinging back, tits swaying heavily. She looked around herself, grinding her filthy pussy against the puppeteered cock of her enslaved enemy, and witnessed the utter beauty of the Mother’s chaos – and in that moment she realized that despite all of her hatred and greed, she was still among the luckiest of whores in the world. She wasn’t the first, and not even the second – but she was still among the privileged flesh that had been claimed even before the Mother had risen. 

Fuck yes! Today might be the first day of her new life, and she might feel lesser compared to the Order whores that had shared her fate – but it wasn’t going to be long before the world would kneel at her feet. She was prime willing flesh, claimed by a Gift of the Mother itself, and all of those that came after would forever be beneath her! She was going to be mother and grandmother to a million squirming Gifts in a million defiled wombs, all of them serving the Mother because of her; all of them soulless and ravenous and subjugated by the Mother’s will – because of her! 

Fuck yes! She looked at Jeanne, who was still hatefucking her former charge and student. Even that Order bitch was already inferior to Ellie, as were all the soulless cunts and cocks fucking themselves outside. There might be part of Ellie’s black and empty heart that might never be fully satisfied with being anything but the Mother’s most valued whore, but being third among billions was a good place to start. The rest, they could fight out among themselves. And if she wasn’t able to rape Ana and Leah into submission, she could always have Jeanne and use that bitch to remind herself how fucking lucky she was.

Yes. That felt like a pretty good consolation price.

It wasn’t long before they came. Once again the Mother’s resonance overwhelmed them with cruel joy and made all of them climax at the same time, and they screamed and bucked like the filthy animals they were, endless satisfaction throbbing between their legs as they eventually came down and pulled the Order’s possessed dicks out of themselves.

“You may leave,” said the Mother. “You know what to do,”

“Yesss,” hissed Ana and Leah, their eyes cruel and empty and soulless, and in that moment Ellie couldn’t help but feel a surge of all-enveloping desire. They were so fucking hot.

They left, and Ellie watched their naked asses as they walked off. Jeanne followed immediately after them, and Ellie half-expected the Resonance in her own blood to swell at any moment and carry her off after them towards some wonderfully violent purpose.

But the Resonance stayed quiet. All she felt was her own unceasing hatred burning at the core of her carved-out soul and the wonderful pleasure that was incessantly prickling in her limbs. Her body was spent and aching and utterly exhausted, and if she hadn’t been turned into demonic flesh she would probably be crying with pain. She felt something twitch in her lower abdomen – something sharp and hard and evil – and her pussy shivered with even more wonderful twisted joy.

“I didn’t forget what you said earlier,” hissed the Mother.

Ellie took a sharp breath as she was roused from her selfish pleasure. Once again, there was a war in her mind between her desire to submit to the Mother and the selfish hatred that She had given her.

The Mother scoffed. “Don’t worry, child. You were never important enough to make me truly angry.”

“But–” 

“-shut up, whore. I don’t care what you have to say. You’re nothing but a good little toy, and I don’t give the slightest fuck if you live or die. All I need is your flesh and your obedience, which I know I can have. Everything else is just for fun.”

The Mother looked down at Ellie with black eyes and an expression of utter condescension. “This was entertaining for a minute, but it ends right now. You’re more than welcome to let out all of your hatred and greed on the flesh you’re going to claim and the people you are going to kill – but if you ever dare to talk back to me again, I’ll let Ana rip out your spine and have Leah animate your body as an empty vessel for breeding. Understood?”

“Yes, Mother,” said Ellie, the back of her neck prickling with fear. She knew for a fact that this was no idle threat. In fact, everyone involved would get off from that. Including herself, probably. She didn’t know how she could have ever dared to make demands of Her. She was Hers. Entirely Hers! Her flesh! Her servant! Her seedbed!

“Good,” said the Mother. “I sense that something in your stupid little brain finally clicked into place.”

“Yes, Mother!” Ellie said, Resonance burning in her mind with perfect clarity. She had to submit. Accept any indignity. It was so clear now; submitting was like fucking herself; debasing herself; killing everything she used to be! No matter how good the Mother’s wonderful hatred felt, of course it was even better to be a groveling piece of meat at her feet, without will, without dignity, without pride!

The Mother smiled. “That’s right, whore. And now that you understand your place, I’ll say that you were right.”

“What?”

“I don’t give a fuck what a little soulless piece of meat like you thinks she deserves for what she did – but you did in fact do those things. You did kill Brother Lars and Marius, and you did nearly die twice for me.”

Ellie held her breath. Her heart was beating fast with excitement and her pussy throbbed with joy as she felt the Mother’s begrudging appreciation resonate in her blood.

“You’re my third whore,” the Mother sneered. “And without you, we might have failed. And I guess you do deserve a fucking reward. So here you go, you filthy little piece of shit.”

She raised her hand, and Ellie tensed even more. A gift! She was getting a gift! Like the young whores before her! Yes! Yes! Yesss!!!

The Mother touched her forehead, and the Resonance swallowed her whole. Her mind dissolved into magnificent hatred and endless hunger, and what remained of her trembled with impotent awe as she understood how insignificant her little dead soul was in the face of the beautiful cacophony of a million dying screams that lay at the heart of the Mother’s inescapable gullet of death.

It was so beautiful.

And then she smelled chocolate and blood, and in some faraway body of hers a pussy moistened with uncontrollable desire. The curtains of screaming humanity parted, and her world filled with hateful desire as she looked through someone else’s eyes and saw her mother, kneeling on her childhood's living room carpet, her eyes mindless and empty, her flesh bare, her skin flushed and sweaty.

“I will serve the Mother,” her mom said, her voice carrying no emotion at all. But Ellie felt what she was feeling. She felt the Resonance – was the Resonance. She tasted her mom’s mind, blissfully happy and deeply aroused in the presence of the two beautiful women that had shown her how beautiful all of this was. They had made her cum so hard, over and over and over. She wanted this; she needed this; she had to serve the Mother. She was willing!

“Willing flesh,” the Herald Mina Park commented trough a cruel smile that made Ellie want to drag her to bed and fuck her soul out.

“Willing flesh,” mom repeated, and Ellie’s body tightened. ‘Only the blood of willing flesh may create a sanctum,’ she knew at her core. Her mouth watered, and the sudden need to serve her Mistress welled up in her like a tidal wave. ‘Not yet,’ she felt more than knew.

“Is anyone going to visit today?” asked Mina.

“Yes. My daughter will arrive in an hour, at four. Last Thursday was her birthday,” her mom said. She felt no hesitation to tell them everything about Ellie and no impulse to protect her daughter. Maybe her little one could serve, too, and feel the same beautiful pleasure. That would be nice.

“Has she ever arrived early?”

“No more than five minutes,” Diane said. Ellie was such a good daughter. She loved her so much.

“Does she own a gun?”

“No, of course not. Not my Ellie.”

“Good. Does she usually come in through the back door or does she ring the doorbell in front?”

“Through the back door. She has a key.” Again, she had to tell them everything. Even if they had broken into her home and were probably going to overwhelm Ellie just like they had overwhelmed her. She didn’t mind. They were so beautiful. All of this was so beautiful. So arousing. So good.

“Good, we’ll be able to claim her once we have created the Sanctum.” Mina said, and looked at Ellie. They shared a cruel smile. Mina turned, went to the kitchen, and came back a few moments later with a large chef’s knife.

Diane saw the knife in the beautiful stranger’s hand and felt nothing. Her mind was dwelling on other things instead. Good things. Beautiful things. They were going to claim her little Ellie. Whatever that meant, she was sure that it would be beautiful.

“Anything else you want to ask her before we use her up?”

Ellie looked at the naked, defenseless woman before her. She considered for a moment if there was any reason to prolong her life.

“Nah,” she said with an indifferent shrug, and Mina drew the blade across the woman’s neck, and –

And then she tasted her mom’s delicious soul, screaming and fighting and dying as the Mother’s Resonance dug in its teeth and dragged it into the abyss. She tasted the love for a beautiful daughter, and the quiet pain of a life of struggle and sacrifice, and buried ambitions and daydreams – and all of it was crying in agony as her dying body convulsed in quivering ecstasy. The Resonance in her boiling veins made her cum one final time, and then she bled out and pissed herself and her tainted blood became fuel for the Mother’s power, and her soul died screaming in Her jaws.

Ellie came so fucking hard.

When she finally returned to her senses, the Mother of lust was waiting for her.

Ellie knelt, and smiled, and served. She tasted the Mother, and became her object of her violation, pussy screaming with perverted gratification as the owner of her dead soul raked her seeping cunt and asshole across Ellie’s lips and nose and eyes, fucking her hard enough to nearly suffocate her, pushing her over, cracking the stone floor and staining it with blood and black ichor and spit and dripping pussy juice, Resonance roiling with red-hot need and endless hatred. It was deadly violence, pitiless and reckless enough to tear flesh and break bones, and only by the unholy grace of her own demonic corruption was Ellie strong enough not to have her neck snapped and her skull caved in. Her mind was on fire with lust and fear as she was being raped, but there was no chance for her to finger herself as the Mother’s cunt gratified itself against her struggling form. All she could do was survive it and submit to the overwhelming ecstasy of the glorious pain and the red-hot Resonance that was boiling her blood.

When the Mother finally came in her face, Ellie was finally allowed to finish herself off – and her used and defiled body came instantly.

“Thank you, Mother,” she whimpered weakly as she looked up into the soulless black eyes of her goddess, her mind filled with wonderful fantasies of death and sex and endless domination and conquest.

She had been nobody. A random bystander. And now she was one of the first among a soulless army of chaos and lust. How the fuck could she have ever thought that she hadn’t been given less than she deserved? She had already been given the greatest Gift of all! She was soulless flesh! There was no more shame, no more goodness, no more humanity in her dead heart to hold her back! Her body had become the seedbed of the Mother’s offspring! 

“And I’m sorry,” she said.

The Mother smiled at her with callous amusement.

“No you’re not,” she said approvingly, and rose to her feet. Ellie looked up at her and marveled at her magnificent inhuman form, dripping with filth and sweat and yet radiating an undeniable sense of grandeur and dark elegance. Tall and curvy, her breasts firm and full, her nipples constantly hard and her pussy sopping wet, shameless goddess of lust and chaos, solid black eyes burning with evil desire beyond comprehension. She was so beautiful. So perfect. If there had been any love left in Ellie’s carved-out heart she would have utterly adored her. 

But there wasn’t. She did not love the Mother – and she wasn’t sorry. She felt only hatred and greed and selfish desire, and she would do anything to gratify that burning need to fuck and kill and claim the World in the Mother’s name. 

And that was already the best reward she could ever hope to deserve.