Page 52 of Unholy Fate

My rational mind screamed not to, but against my better judgment, I took his outstretched hand.

Aziz and Levi led me toward the mysterious glowing door. What was I doing? This had to be a dream... right? But it felt so real.

Aziz pulled open the door and gestured for me to go through. I hesitated, a frantic rhythm pounding in my chest. Levi gave my hand a reassuring squeeze. Taking a deep breath, I steppedacross the threshold into the unknown, Aziz and Levi following close behind me.

I gasped, the opulent space before me a breathtaking spectacle of high, vaulted ceilings carved from dark stone, with veins of glowing gold that seemed to pulse with inner light, filling the air with a subtle warmth. Rich, jewel-toned tapestries adorned the walls, their threads shimmering subtly in the candlelight, while luxurious velvet furniture, plump with cushions, filled the room, exuding an air of opulent comfort. It was like something out of a fairytale.

“Where are we?” I asked breathlessly, turning in a slow circle to take it all in.

Levi smirked, looking pleased with himself. “My place. I thought you deserved a proper setting for tonight.”

Before I could respond, Aziz waved his hand, and a swirling fog surrounded me. The tingling sensation was intense, a vibrant energy that flowed from the top of my head to the tips of my toes, making my whole body vibrate. When the mist dissipated, I glanced down and gasped. I was wearing a stunning scarlet gown, its rich material silken soft against my skin. Staring at my reflection in the long mirror, my hair was elegantly styled in an updo, not a single strand out of place, my face beautifully enhanced with makeup.

“How...?” I trailed off, marveling at the gorgeous dress hugging my curves.

“Magic,” Aziz said with a wink. “You look ravishing, darling.”

His compliment, whispered in a smooth, intoxicating tone, made my face burn crimson. Another ornate door suddenlyappeared, this one carved with intricate patterns of flames and flowers.

Aziz gestured toward it. “Ready for a little fun?”

“This is all...so strange,” I said, nervously fingering the silky fabric of the gown. “It has to be a dream.”

Levi’s chuckle was low and deep, filled with mischief. “It is. So why not enjoy it?”

He took my hand again, and I let him and Aziz guide me toward the new door, my head spinning. None of this made any sense, but their charm and the dreamlike quality of it all made it hard to resist. What would I find on the other side of this door? I both feared and anticipated what lay ahead as Levi turned the handle.

I stepped through the doorway into a massive ballroom bathed in soft, flickering light that seemed to come from nowhere and everywhere at once. My bright red gown shimmered under the ethereal glow as I took in the breathtaking scene before me.

The polished obsidian floor, cold and smooth beneath our feet, reflected a swirling crowd of beautiful people and demons. A mesmerizing mix filled the space, ethereal humans, their elegant clothing whispering around them, and demons, in their full imposing forms. Some were strikingly beautiful, their ethereal forms radiating an otherworldly grace, while others were horrifyingly grotesque, their monstrous shapes oddly mesmerizing, a disturbing display.

This couldn’t be real. It was too strange, too surreal.

“Magnificent, isn’t it?” Levi placed a hand on the small of my back. His touch sent warmth spreading through me. The bizarre scene was too much. The sounds, sights, and smells all assaultedmy senses in a way that defied reality. This couldn’t be real, I thought. It was too strange, too unbelievable.

Aziz took my other arm. “Come, let’s get a drink. The night is young.”

They quickly whisked me through the dazzling throng to a bar lit with floating candles. The ambiance was intoxicating, almost dreamlike. I was lightheaded, though I hadn’t sipped a drop yet, drunk on the atmosphere if nothing else. Couples danced to the rhythm of the upbeat music, their movements a blur of color, as we watched from the sidelines, the beat vibrating in our chests.

As the evening wore on, a raw, visceral energy filled the space, a shift from the earlier lighter vibe. The music morphed into a pounding, primal beat, its rhythm urging couples and small groups into the inky shadows, their actions unmistakable in the dim light. Heat rose to my cheeks and I told myself to look away, but I was unable to.

A memory tugged at me as I watched. A dream—or what I thought had been a dream—that I’d had not long ago. The same ballroom, the same orgy of bodies and sex, and a man whispering to me. I couldn’t picture his face now, but it had seemed real. Exactly as real as this felt. The sights, sounds, and even smells were vivid and almostmorereal in reality. Unwilling or unable to drag my attention away, I gazed at the sea of writhing bodies.

A woman bent over, lifting the velvet skirts of her ball gown, revealing her nudity beneath to the massive red skinned demon behind her, who pulled out a gigantic phallus studded with knobs and ridges. My jaw fell open as I watched him grab her hips, and shove himself into her. The woman gave a cry of pleasure that was immediately muffled when another demonthrust his own member into her mouth. The two took turns slamming into her while all around the ballroom couples, groups of three, and piles of bodies, undressed, writhed, and had sex in every possible combination. A man fell to his knees, grabbing a demon and giving enthusiastic oral sex to the behemoth that towered above him.

Aziz and Levi remained close by my side all the while, their presence both protective and predatory. It sent a confusing thrill through me. Levi’s hot breath tickled my ear as he leaned in close.

“You like what you see, don’t you?” he whispered.

“Uh…no, I don’t,” I lied.

“Hmm, I don’t think you’re being honest with yourself.” He bent closer, putting his face right beside my neck, sniffing deeply. “Your pussy is wet, I can smell it.”

I wanted to argue, to deny it, but I couldn’t tear my eyes from the bizarre orgy taking place in the ballroom, and I couldfeelmy wetness. It was so bad, I was pretty sure my panties were soaked.

“You’re ours tonight,” he said.

The warmth in their admiring glances ignited a burning, unfamiliar ache that reverberated with a strange, electrifying intensity. I swallowed hard, pulse quickening.

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