chapter 2

Over the next few days Raven was so busy showing off her new chest that she didn’t notice she changes that were happening to her body as she used spell after spell. Faint tattoos appeared around her wrists and ankles, taking on the image of roses with thorns that delicately wrapped around her. She thought that it was the result of a spell that was supposed to make her beautiful but unbeknownst to her it had backfired since she already was.

Lucifer used this to his advantage and had the tattoos appear. The design was a symbolic shackle that tied Raven to him so that she was his for real. She’d never be able to remove them. Luckily for him she loved them and accepted them as a new part of her body.

Raven had amassed thousands of new followers with the new changes to her body, raking in money from Instagram and Only Fans. She became an ambassador for various alternative clothing brands that specialized in fetish wear and bondage gear, her new body being literal perfection in Raven’s eyes.

This book had given her so much but she wanted more. She waited for another stormy night so she could prepare the ritual and have the perfect atmosphere. Once she had everything set up and the location of the ritual chosen, the forest in the back of the old cemetery, picking a song to fit the mood was next in order.

Digging through her many records, she pondered whether she wanted the classic Sister of Mercy’s “Body and Soul”, Bella Morte’s “One Winter’s Night”, or Field of the Nephilim’s “Moonchild”. “Moonchild” ended up being her pick; this song had been a longtime favorite. Carl McCoy’s bellowing voice brought up old memories of first finding the goth scene when she was a teen in the late 2000’s. This ritual wouldn’t be complete with at least some ambiance, the chosen song seeming to be the right choice. She stocked up on some red wine to help herself get in the mood for what was to come.

Everything was set; except for one thing. Her outfit!

On the night of the ritual she tore through her black hole of closet trying to find the perfect outfit. Piece after piece she tossed onto her bed, unsatisfied. While she dug through another part of her walk-in closet, she came across a red velvet and lace dress.

“Bingo!” Purring to herself she pulled the hanger off the rack and modeled the dress over her svelte body in front of her ornate floor length mirror.

That too hadn’t escaped the clutches of black paint!

The dress hugged her body in all the right places, subtle ruching across the waist hiding her pooch. Lace was attached the hem and around the shoulders with a piece showcasing her bountiful cleavage underneath. Deciding that this was the one she changed, packed her car, and headed out once the sun started to set.

Driving out to the cemetery was a quick trip out of the city towards the suburbs. She parked her car in a hidden area where the guard could easily overlook it since it was black. Grabbing the backpack she had packed everything in she carefully made her way, making sure not to make too much noise in her heavy Demonia Swing 118 boots across the fallen leaves that littered the ground.

Fallen branches and leaves covered the ground around the various huge trees that occupied the cemetery. All day the sky had been overcast with gloomy clouds and high winds. Old mausoleums and tall ornate tombstones decorated the area, the fading light of the sun casting harsh shadows across the well kept grass. Not many people visited this part anymore, especially the forest where forgotten graves sat. These old graves were being slowly taken over by moss and lichen, the tombstones illegible.

Switching on the flashlight of her iPhone X, she made her way to a spot where she wouldn’t be seen.

Privacy was important.

Wind blew wildly bringing her hair across her face a few times as the weather picked up. Low rumbles growled overhead, thunder rolling in with faint flashes of lightning in the clouds. The deeper she walked into the woods she came across fog that settled across the ground and in some spots coming up to her ankles making the trek somewhat difficult.

Raven decided to just go barefoot once she reached a suitable spot. Her boots weren’t a smart idea now that she thought about it.

Finally she reached a clearing where she found a long forgotten statue covered in moss with dead lichen draped across. It was an angel that stood with her face in her hands while she wept.

She took a photo of the statue wanting to upload it later.

Raven took her shoes off and set to drawing a huge circle in front of the statue with salt and creating a pentagram, the inverter version of a pentacle. It was Lucifer’s symbol and she made sure to make thick lines due to the wind. Lighting red pillar candles and placing them on glass plates she set them at each cardinal direction. After that she took to pouring a glass of wine with a plate of cheese, grapes, and pomegranate seeds in front of the statue as an offering to Lucifer.

Once she set up the inner circle, she grabbed the spell book and two bottles of red wine. The book was placed to her side with paperweights keeping the pages open to the one she needed with the spell.

Reading over it carefully she memorized the Latin words, letting Google Translate help her get the words right. It was nearly midnight so she had time to kill. To pass the time she drank the red wine straight from the bottle, the velvety liquid making her body warm. She barely noticed it as the after effects of the wine warmed her insides.

Her phone chimed telling her it was midnight. Finally she would be able to start the ritual.

She silenced her phone and lied on the ground spread eagle, opening herself up to the rumbling sky above. Raven closed her eyes as she started to chant the words written in the book.

“'Oblige me, ut Lucifer lux obscuris Domine, in testamentum meum. Ecce dimittere nequeunt animam sibi. Lucifer nunc esse in corpore!”

Written across the page was a spell to bind oneself to Lucifer. The dark lord hadn’t even needed to lift a finger since Raven had just done it herself. He would now make his move to seize Raven for himself. Using his powers he cloaked himself in shadow and merged with the statue.

The storm picked up blowing out the candles around the circle.

“No, my candles!” Raven cried out, sitting up quickly to relight them but something stopped her in the process. Looking down she saw her wrists and ankles bound to the earth by thorny roses. She tugged against the restraints but they only cut into her skin drawing blood as she struggled. It was like her tattoos had come to life and now held her down.

Her struggles were abandoned once she noticed that the statue was moving, it’s shadowy shape changing form. With wide eyes she watched as the wings took on a leathery bat-like texture that looked all too real while the form became one of a tall man with leathery wings that had horns on the tips. Horns appeared from the top of his head and curling back slightly as the form finally stopped changing.

Fear filled her body as the tall imposing figure took heavy steps off of the stone pedestal that the statue once stood on, approaching her before he stopped outside the circle. Right at that moment lightning lit up the sky showing a darkly handsome red-skinned man with a clean-cut goatee staring down at her with blazing yellow eyes. His shapely lips were curved in a smile as he gazed down at Raven’s prone form within the circle.

All she could do was scream as the thunder raged above, wind scattering the leaves around the clearing.

The Dark Lord was there to claim his prize. In person.



* Another chapter coming soon. hopefully y’all are enjoying this slow burn story so far.