chapter 1

* DISCLAIMER: Character in this story does not actually represent the real life Goth subculture. No, we aren’t Satanists or all believe in “the devil”. We’re a welcoming community with a wide eclectic array of beliefs and interests. Goth isn’t a feeling, but about the music, that’s it! The rest is just aesthetics and a bunch of misfits who found a home. :) Enjoy! *


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Rav en sat on her velvet red sheets surrounded by white candles reading from an ancient tome. The flickering flames cast shadows across the dark room, creating an eerie atmosphere. Outside her window a thunderstorm raged, lighting lighting up the room with every clap of thunder. A tree branch scraped against the window faintly, the sound reminiscent of a cat clawing at a window to get a bird. Dragon’s Blood scented incense sticks burned in a coffin shaped stand on her black painted gothic dresser she found at an antique shop, the newly added silver bat handles glistening in the low light of the room. Playing softly on her record player was “Ghost of You” by Rosegarden Funeral Party.

The young woman in her early twenties wore a cropped fishnet shirt that showed off her slim waist. Instead of being skinnier like she had always wanted to be she always had a bit of a pooch that stuck out a tiny bit over her size six black jean shorts. Raven’s boyfriends loved it but she didn’t.

She hated it. She felt fat.

Raven’s hair was black that had red highlights under lowlight reaching her waist, her bangs cut bluntly across her model-like face. It was perfectly straight and smooth from fly aways, the result of several products being applied daily for years.

On and off Instagram she preferred to look like a gothic porcelain doll. A beautiful pale vampire, her naturally pale skin a bonus for the aesthetic she wanted to achieve. Once she had graduated high school she even had her top incisors sharpened to resemble fangs. Long ago she had ditched the cheap Scarecrow halloween fangs for the real ones.

Earlier today Raven had found this huge dusty book that she now read, the edges of the thin pages dyed a glistening silver. She had been antique shopping for more furniture when she discovered the book within an armoire. Since the store had missed it when tagging the armoire, they gave it to her for free. She had been a loyal customer the past few months working to furnish her bare apartment.

It was an old spell book dedicated to Lucifer and conjuring dark magic. She found a list of different spells and incantations to call the demons of Hell. Alongside each of the recognizable names of well-known demons were the names of ones she had never heard of.

Ever since childhood she had dabbled in the occult but this was the real deal. She had stumbled upon the real dark arts stuff.

An entire three chapters were dedicated to various spells and chants that granted a variety of wishes, some carnal in nature. There were at least a hundred spells that dealt with body modification and sexual things, some delving into fetishes she had never heard of before. Her finger stopped at one in particular.

“Breast Enlargement” was spelled out in a beautifully written script, the letters bordering on Gothic calligraphy.

The small breasts she had had always been a point of shame for her. Growing up, other girls chests had erupted while hers were almost non-existent. She felt ugly about it and tried not to make her Instagram photos show off her flat chest. Raven would only post the perfect images wearing clothes that emphasized her shapely hips and thighs; her only good assets in her opinion.

Reading over the text a few times, she wanted to make sure she got it right. This would be the true test of the book.

Once she was satisfied she knew the words enough, she chanted, “Caro et cutis in crescunt tendere. Et ubera mea maior est in magnitudine. Sic fiat!” Luckily she had learned Latin in college, although she was a tad rusty.

She frowned as nothing immediately happened, the clap of thunder outside distracting her momentarily. The candles flickered slightly as a slight wind blew across her hair, tickling her nose a little. A few minutes passed until she felt a tightness across her chest, her bra and top feeling tighter.

Looking down she saw her flat chest filling in, her growing breasts getting larger by the second. Within seconds her breasts had grown from tiny A-cups to a weight C-cup and quickly surpassing that as they grew in size.

Raven could only moan as they grew too large for her tiny bra, it finally snapping off in the back to let her new burgeoning rack have room. Her growing rack slowly filled up her mesh shirt, stretching it as she developed a hefty D cup, the growth stopping there. She caressed her weighty melons, feeling the extra flesh that had developed.

Instantly she fell in love with her new chest, loving that she was no longer flat chested but now had the rack of a porn star. She could imagine the flooding of extra likes once she posted to Instagram what her new rack looked like. Plastic surgery would be the easiest explanation for the radical change in her breasts.

Men would flood her DMs!

Once she had her fill of playing with them, she shut the book and left the room to get a glass of wine. Raven downed two glasses of Apothic Dark red wine and got busy with taking photos to upload the Instagram. Within seconds her DMs were flooded just as she though with the likes filling in by the hundreds. Being a fashion influencer was beneficial and would be easier with this hefty D cup rack!

Happiness flowed through her. Her shower that night was slow and sensual as she touched herself, getting the feel of her meaty tits. She even got the chance to snap a few nudes for her Only Fans where she’d get a pretty penny for this rack.

Little did Raven know that by using the book she had captured the attention of the Dark Lord himself, Lucifer.

Three hundred years had passed since that book was last used; the former owner being burned at the stake for witchcraft. He had lost his most loyal follower and he had greatly missed being summoned.

This girl would be different. He wasn’t going to let her die like the last one. She would be his if she proved herself a worthy woman by his set of morals that had been laid out in the book. With enough use of the book, Raven would become his. Her soul would be his for the taking and he hoped she’d go willingly.

There wouldn’t be another option.

She WILL be his.