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done according to the cycle of the moon, but modern man didn’t have the respect for the old ways to

allow it to dictate their schedules. Man dictated the schedule of Gatherings, which is why modern

Elders were weak. They had little idea of what power could be theirs.

He shook his head. What a waste of potential.

No matter. They would see it soon. But first, he needed Sabrina. Together they would bring the

Elders to their knees and they would beg him to grant them a tiny bit of his power. Damian smiled.

Neil nodded from the side of the room and Damian stood. The room grew silent, and the men

turned to face him.

Neil led a naked young woman across the room and pushed her to her knees at Damian’s feet. She

trembled and dug her fingertips into the wooden floor. Had Neil told her what would happen?

Sometimes he did, sometimes he didn’t. It depended on the girl. He still wasn’t sure which he

preferred. Perhaps that’s why Neil did it. At a minimum, all the girls downstairs knew twice a month

one of them went upstairs to the Gathering and didn’t return.

“My Brothers,” Damian began in a loud voice. “The time has come for me to leave you for a little

while, but be assured, I will return shortly.” He nodded to Albert, who stepped forward and kneeled

at his feet. “While I am gone, Albert will lead in my stead. He has proven himself worthy over the

last few years and I have every confidence in him that when I return, all will be ready for our ascent

to power.” He ran his hand over Albert’s head, and he looked up at Damian. “Do you swear to uphold

my will while I am absent?”

“Yes, my lord,” Albert said, his voice trembling.

“Do you acknowledge that if anything is amiss when I return, I will dismember you slowly and

painfully?”

“Yes, my lord.” His voice cracked.

“I trust you, Albert,” Damian said in a softer voice. “Don’t make me regret it.”

“Yes, my lord.”

“Get the girl.”

Albert stood and brought the struggling girl to kneel before Damian. Albert held her head as

Damian pushed aside his black robe to shove his flaccid cock into her unwilling mouth. She

struggled, but that made his cock harder. He tightened his grip on her hair as his cock slid into her

throat. He enjoyed her struggle and watched her face grow red. Tears streamed down her cheeks as

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