A Wizard's Succession 10

*** Chapter 10: Just One Wish

Marco slowly drifted away from Limbo, the only place where he felt safe. As he did, he can slowly hear Aldrin's never-ending pleas. He also slowly became aware of his surroundings, and as he came to, Lilith was the first to notice.

'Oh look! Someone's up '¦' she cooed, her finger rubbing gently just below Marco's chubby chin, treating him as nothing more than a housecat. As he saw Lilith's hazel eyes, he tried to back away in fear, but his arms were held by two people. His futile scrambling made Lilith notice the snake on his left thigh.

And in just that, Marco howled in pain unimaginable.

He wanted to hold his head, which felt being slammed down by 20 tons iron weights over and over. Lilith said simply, 'You simply just squirmed your way out, didn't you, you cheating bastard?'

Abbadon was stopped dead in his tracks. 'M-milady?'

'This pig of a man is the Key who held you for so long. And yet, you barely seem to notice, nor even care,' she whispered.

Abbadon is really trembling in terror. 'W-what?'

'You see, my dear demon, we simply do not go out with a bang, even if you have a mad flock of followers,' she explained to him, 'Each one of us were sealed by the C'eravi, along with contract demons who were bound to keep us hidden so long as these demons don't make contracts with others. Contract demons were given powers higher than us, but their powers come at a cost. They can give you anything unless you pay a price. No payment, no wish, no freedom. So tell me, how did you escape?'

Abbadon was taken aback by Lilith's words, but a demon like him has a few tricks up his sleeve, and retorted, 'How did YOU escape?'

Lilith sighed impatiently, 'I already told you, a silly fool of a Magus tried to create a contract with Eligor. The wish? He hadn't stated it, but he already set a payment, which Eligor searched himself,' she then sighed deeply, 'But unfortunately, that kid had cast the contract destruction ritual, which forced Eligor to be locked away again. Yet, my chains were brittled down, so I assume that he secretly wished for something, which he stupidly had thrown aside. And then, the chains broke off when a very strong earthquake has hit home. And that's how I escaped.'

Abbadon swallowed hard. He couldn't breathe.

'You felt the quake too, right?'

'Y-yes, your Eminence ...'

Lilith slowly paced towards Aldrin and locked gaze with him. He was very tired from all the fucking and sucking. And he was climbing to his fifth ejaculation. Lilith slowly stroked his meat while the other watched. 'So, where's your contract demon now, Abbadon?'

Unbeknownst to Lilith, Abbadon had simply killed the demon when Marco was under Geoff's hands. Hastur was a very frail demon, anyway. When another earthquake struck the Hells, Hastur was buried at the time Geoff began to play with Marco. With his head left exposed, Hastur begged Abbadon to free him from the rubble, but he only struck him with his hands, ending the demon's life.

The way out is also not a nice journey. It burned his skin with the protective enchantments the C'eravi had placed, which of course contract demons are immune of. This slow journey made him shift his essence out of his body to explore the outside world. When the moment came, he literally prepped himself so as to look presentable, and came out in a flourish of suits.

He really likes suits.

Abbadon composed his jittery will and tried to calm himself. It was futile, but at least his beating heart slowed a bit.

'Hastur was swallowed by the chasm when another quake has struck the Hells '-' he lied.

He could definitely feel her empty gaze hollowing his insides. As a trickle of sweat flowed from his neck, one of the male nurses silently went to his back, gave him a sweet shoulder massage (which garnered a deep, gentle long moan of approval), and seductively licked his sweat-covered neck.

Lilith snickered when the nurse said, 'Feeling better, my lord?'

Abbadon was too engrossed to answer. The massage really eased up his building tension and uneasiness. All that escapes in his lips are moans and sweet groans of pure bliss. He tilted his neck back, closed his eyes shut, and sank down on the quarter's bed, his legs sprawled lazily on the floor. He couldn't resist the sensations his body received from his follower, as though his body was nothing more than jelly. As he groaned like crazy, he didn't notice Lilith walking away from Aldrin, went between his legs, and opened his fly.

'You like that?' his follower said, licking yet another sweat from Abbadon.

'Oh, yeah '-' he groaned, and then he grunted, 'GUH!!'

He was surprised to see the lady Lilith grabbed his 9 inch pole. And, worst of all, he had no idea what she had in mind. She summoned another nurse and ordered him to suck Abbadon's meat. As the female nurse began her way to it, Lilith stopped her halfway and whispered, 'If I didn't like what he said, bite it. If you don't do it, well, home's a long way to go.'

As the female nurse began to suck Abbadon, he was bucking madly. The sensations were too much, and yet he craved for more. As he was in his sexual frenzy, Lilith began her interrogation with him.

'Where's your contract demon, Abbadon?'

'H-he, he -- G-GUH!!,  he d-died , GUH-HUH UH UGH!!'

Lilith winked at the nurse, and so she bit his cock.

Hard.

That elicited a howl from Abbadon. As he was about to protest, she sucked him good again, which made him gasp and hiss. Before he could retort, she dragged Marco in front of him, and said, 'Tell me where your contract demon is, or I will send you back to Hell, and I will kill him.'

Marco was still wincing in sheer pain, but as he tried to focus, he was shocked to see Aldrin glow brightly. They all did.

'Finally,' Lilith mustered, 'it's about time he gave up.'

Aldrin was bucking wildly from his ground, his fifth ejaculation cannot be held on any longer. Marco was frantic, but his unnatural headache made his thoughts muddy. If Aldrin let go of his Magick, what would the consequence be? Would he be catatonic? Would he die?

Many thoughts roamed around his fevered mind, none of them positive. Then, it made him wonder, what would HE do? He didn't know how he triggered his Magick, and time was running out. He fumbled through the recesses of his mind, frantically ignoring the pain in his head while searching for the nightmare yet again.

And then, he remembered.

Intense anger, out of pure love.

But how would he recreate those feelings for Aldrin?

He's not gay, nor had any romantic feelings for him. Sure, watching him being fondled by his own son made Marco hot over him, but that's that. He was just horny. And he thought of Den. If Den would get hurt from these demons, what would he do?

From these frantic thoughts came a solution.

If he will save Aldrin, then Den will be as well. That enough fueled his desire to win, to escape from these demons, to live normally.

To be reunited with his family.

That made Marco cry blood. As he did, his eyes blackened as the deepest night, and his eyes only saw in shades of grey, black, and white. But to his astonishment, he could see the demons' true faces, and they're all set in greenish hues. Each demon that possessed a human had an aura of a demonic green fire around '“ and within '“ the possessed. As his eyes changed color, every demon clutched their necks, Lilith included.

'W-what manner of fiendish trick is this?!' Lilith roared. She was genuinely shocked that a chubby man such as Marco could harm her. She felt her insides burn, like acid washing away her blood vessels. The torments in the Hells were no match to this horrendous pain that Marco inflicted. As soon as all demons began to scream and cough and gag, he clothed and carried the already unconscious Aldrin away from the demons' clutches, his glow slowly diminishing.

They had to go away from all of this.

Every personnel in the hospital were out cold, and Marco was unsure of his control over his power. As soon as they got out of the entrance, he shut his eyes, hired a cab, and told the driver to go to Aldrin's home. Without ado, he shut off his power, which earned an unpleasant bonk from the driver. He was out cold as well, but not for long. As he regained consciousness, he almost hit a concrete barrier, but braked just in time. As the driver turned to apologize, he saw Marco's blood-dripping eyes, and panicked if he's okay. Marco just opened his eyes, which elicited a sigh of relief from the driver.

His eyes returned to normal.

He gingerly touched Aldrin's chest, feeling his heartbeat from the husky man's meaty chest. And it wasn't a good sign. What if he was too late? What if Aldrin already gave up his magick? What if Marco killed him the way he killed his two sons?

He was fervent, silently praying that Aldrin must somehow survive. He closed his eyes, and prayed, and prayed, until he heard an unnatural voice within him.

'Tell me your heart's desire, and it shall be given.'

The voice is unnaturally female, but it sounded like a woman and a child combined. As he opened his eyes, there he saw was a creature far more beautiful than any woman Marco had seen. She has blue wings made of pure energy, if that would completely describe her wings. Her body is lithe, and curvaceous. She is wearing a white kimono, with matching flowing sleeves, like a Shinto priestess. But her face is shadowed by a very long veil of the purest white.

Marco swore he heard a flutter of butterflies when she spoke. And he was very nervous.

'M-my wish is v-very selfish, if I must say,' he started, 'but I would like to see my wife again '¦'

The creature slowly lifted her head and stared at the sky. She then shook her head, and spoke gently, 'That I cannot grant. She has found peace, and vowed never to meddle with her past. But she would like you to see joy, to experience a new life without her. You have caged yourself with her, and lived not your fullest.'

That made his heart sink. And he was crying. Not with sorrow, but with pity. As he wept, the creature gently lifted his head with her hand and spoke, 'If you wish, however, to abide by her will, then try to create anew. With your future reworked, you can truly be happy again.'

Marco sighed, and said, 'I guess it's time to move on.'

Aldrin stirred moments later. He saw Marco sleeping, tears gently running from his eyes, with a sad smile on his face. When he saw his house, the driver helped him carry Marco inside, and paid the fare. Aldrin had never felt more shaken in his life. His body shook with every step, his ass hurt like hell. And, for the first time in his life, he was unsure. Unsure of all of this. He was unsure about his conflicted feelings over everything.

His deceased son, Marco, his magic, the demons.

He stared at Marco's gentle face, gently ran his fingers on his handsome face, and whispered, 'I '¦ I don't know what to do '¦'

Marco stirred. As he opened his eyes, his vision soon filled with a familiar face of Aldrin.