0 comments/ 18154 views/ 1 favorites Tales of the Baron Ch. 01 By: badbear614 Chapter 1: The Story Begins Story Summary: This is the story as told by Baron Erick Modeus, a demi-demon and powerful crime lord, and his attempt to gain control of all the supernatural beings and mystical objects in the world. The stories will crossover with many characters from other "Universes" such as BTVS, Witchblade, the Marvel Universe, etc. Warnings: NC-17 for; Adult Situations, Features Heterosexual Sex, Lesbian Sex, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Group Sex, Consensual Incest (between consenting adults) and in future chapters S&M, Mind Control, Bondage and Rape. Notes: All the characters in the following story are original characters. Feedback: This is my very first fan fiction story so let me know what you think. Disclaimer: Some characters in this story will be borrowed from Comic Books or TV Shows. These characters are not mine, and I'm not making any money off this imaginary story, so please don't sue me. * * * * * I am, Baron Erick Modeus, known to some as the Baron of Crime. Why do I call myself the Baron of Crime, you might ask? Technically I am a Baron, my lineage goes back to the Saxon Kings of ancient Germany, I even use the family's old Coat-of-Arms around my household. But the real reason is that I like the sound of it. Crime Lord, King Pin, Crime Boss just don't have the same sense of prestige that being the Baron of Crime does. The soft smell of the night blooming jasmine floats up to me from the courtyard below. I stand here on my balcony in the very early hours on this fine autumn morning, the sun just beginning to cast a dull glow on the horizon. I have always enjoyed this time, the moment when the last few minutes of the darkness transforms into day. As I look down from the balcony at my city below I can't but help feel a sense of pride. Things fell into place just as I have planned. I have complete control over the political, financial and military powers that control this nation. With the El Presidente and his cabinet under my thumb, I can do whatever I want here. And in ten to twenty years when he dies, I shall seize control of this small but important South American country. It's key location and large amount of natural resources will allow me to grow and expand my empire. Plus with the political power that I will gain from being the President of this country, I can expand my influence all over the globe. My financial empire is strong and growing. Through the many companies that I own and all of my legitimate investments, I have more money than most third world nations. I sit on the Board of Directors of a dozen Fortune 500 companies and control a vast amount of other corporations through my agents. Then I have all the income from my illegal operations. I directly or indirectly control over a third of the world's illegal drug trade. As well as a quarter of the illegal arms black market. I am also involved in white slavery, international prostitution, bank fraud, blackmail, and extortion; if you can name it then I'm probably making money off it. My house is a modern day Masada or fortress-like mansion, built up upon and into the hills above the city and on a clear day I can see hundreds of miles in every direction. In the far distance I can see the busy harbor of this important port city. There are dozens of small fishing boats preparing for launch as well as a few large cargo ships being loaded or unloaded. The city below is just beginning to awaken. I hear movement behind me, the soft steps of bare feet on tile, coming towards me from my bedroom. As I turn towards it I look into the deep green eyes of one of the most beautiful creatures that walk this planet. "Enjoying the view?" my wife asks, as she seductively walks towards me, hips swaying gently. As she approaches I take in the beauty of her naked form. Her waist length raven black hair flowing behind her, her ample breasts topped with dark nipples draw my attention. My eyes drop lower to see her womanhood still swollen, red and wet from our night of passion. She raises her arms and places them around my neck; her body melts into mine and draws me into a deep loving kiss. I taste the sweet nectar of the other girls on her lips and this excites me. But I know she is too spent to do more than just kiss. I hold her in my arms, letting myself be absorbed into her kiss and her love. After our kiss breaks, I gently tuck a lock of hair that had come forward back behind her ear and ask, "How are you feeling this morning, Lyra, my Love?" She steps back with one foot and says, "Well, my pussy is a bit raw and my ass is very tender," she paused for a moment and then added with a smile, "so I'm feeling wonderful." "You can say that again," comes from the doorway that Lyra had exited just moments earlier. Walking out towards us is Sabrina, my daughter, dressed in a black semi-transparent baby doll. Her long blond hair brushed smooth and a touch of makeup already in place. Except for the wetness leaking through the crotch of her lace panties you couldn't tell that she'd spent the last seven hours engaged in wild sex. She comes forward and embraces Lyra with a kiss that starts tender but turns passionate as Sabrina's right hand reaches up to take possession of my wife's left breast. Lyra breaks the kiss and steps away from Sabrina and I. "You're as insatiable as your father," Lyra says jokingly to Sabrina. "It's the Demonic blood," Sabrina smirks back at her and then proceeds to embrace me. Her large full breasts are crushed into my chest as her skilled tongue works its way deep into my mouth. Her kiss is full of passion and hunger. As we break the kiss I can see the dark fiery passion in her eyes, she is truly mine. We look over at Lyra who is already sitting down in one of the large wicker chairs that are scattered along the balcony. Phone in hand, she looks at us and asks, "I'm starved. What do you two want for breakfast?" Sabrina replies, "Don't bother the staff. I'll take care of it." She then takes a few steps towards Lyra, gestures towards the empty spot between them and after evoking a dozen words in Latin; a table bearing all forms of breakfast foods appears in a prismatic shower of light. "Show off," Lyra says, sticking out her tongue and reaching for the silver urn that she hopes holds the rich, dark Columbian coffee she craves. "If you've got it, flaunt it," Sabrina says with a smug smile, sitting down and reaching for the bowl of fresh fruit. The growth of her confidence and powers amazes me. She has really started to bloom under my instruction. Sabrina is a powerful witch and if she would fully embrace her dark heritage, she would be the most powerful witch in my Coven, maybe in the World. Unlike other witches of my coven that call me father, Sabrina is one of my true daughters, flesh of my flesh. Thus making her granddaughter of Asmodeus, the Arch-Devil of Lechery, my father. Yes, that's right I'm a half-breed, a very powerful half-breed. I am the bastard child of one of the most powerful Lords of Hell and an unfortunate human girl. Just like Merlin, but I accepted and embraced my dark heritage and have grown more powerful from it. That and had a few centuries more experience, I'm also much better looking. I walk over and sit down between the two ladies, with my back towards the growing sun, "So, ladies, what's on your agenda for today?" "I'm going to meet Judy in an hour for our morning prowl," Lyra answers, pouring the dark steaming liquid into a silver cup, "and then head back here for a catnap. After lunch I'm going over the security arrangements with Hunter for the Harem's shopping trip to Paris. Sabrina, Dear, please pass me the cream," she purrs. I sometimes forget how much her feline habits transfer over to her human life. You see my wife, Lyra, is a Lycan or Lycanthrope, particularly, a were-panther. In fact, she is a pureblood, a noble of her kind, the child of two were-panthers. Which is very uncommon, because most Lycanthropes become sterile after being infected with the curse. But Lyra was born a lycanthrope and being a pureblood means she has near complete control over her ability to change forms, able to change shape at will, no Full Moon necessary. And thanks to a few enchantments I've placed upon her, the change is quick and painless, unlike other lycanthropes. The sun rose above the horizon. Dawn is here. I look over at the ladies sitting with me and admire the similarities and differences between two of the most important women in my life. They are both strong confident, professional women. Lyra is 26 and was a security consultant and was once a superhero in Los Angeles before I captured her, while Sabrina, who just turned 30, was a fashion model and has her own clothing company that was the European rival of Victoria's Secret, and until recently, a White Witch. "What about you Sabrina? What do you have planned for today?" I ask, not knowing the trap that was being laid before me. "Well father, I was hoping to spend some more time with you, if you don't mind," she said slyly, placing one hand on my thigh and in the other she seductively sucked a strawberry while looking at me with her sultry blue eyes. "Of course you can spend the day with me, I would love it," I respond as her hand slowly reaches up to my now swelling manhood. "What or who would you like to do today," I smirk. "I want you to tell me a story," she says in her best little girl voice and then gives an evil smile to Lyra. "What do you mean 'story'?" I ask, looking at her and then at Lyra, who was all smiles. "What is this about?" "We decided that it's about time for you tell us the full story," Sabrina says as she slips out of her chair and gets on her knees in front of me. "Yes, Husband, we're tired of only knowing so little about your history," Lyra said as she stood up and pulled the table away, getting down on her knees next to Sabrina who now has my bathrobe undone and is starting to work the first few inches of my hardening cock into her mouth. "Yes, Father, I want to know. Lyra and the girls in the Harem all want to know about your early days. And the Coven records only go back to the 1820's," Sabrina explained, holding the base of my cock while Lyra slowly licked up and down my shaft. "Please, pretty please," she said, almost begging before she took several inches of my hard cock deep into her throat. "You know we won't stop asking you until you give in," my wife said as she massaged my nutsack. "Just like you use to tell me, 'you can't fight the inevitable, you will give in and yield eventually'," she intoned, mimicking my voice. "Alright, I know there's no point in debating this when the two of you have your minds made up. And since you ask so nicely," I told them as I reached down and lifted Sabrina up onto my lap just above my hard thick cock. I watched as she reached down between her creamy thighs and pulled her damp panties aside. She smiled as she placed the tip of my cock against her dripping cunt. "Yeeeesssss!" she cried out and gave Lyra a high-five as she slid down my throbbing cock, taking all but a few inches into her tight cunt. Slowly, she began to work her self up and down my thick shaft. Meanwhile, Lyra was giving my balls a much desired tongue bath and began to rub her thumb against Sabrina's tight pink rosebud as her other hand worked its way between her own legs to get at her wet and hungry pussy. By now Sabrina was really starting to slide up and down my shaft taking all but the last two inches inside her moist depths. I could sense that she was already starting to build up to a quick climax, but I don't want her to finish yet, I wanted to make this one incredible for her. I reached down and seized her ass with both hands and held her tightly against me. I brought my mouth down to her lace-covered breast and hungrily chewed on one of her nipples through the soft fabric. I'm not gentle with it; I chew and bite until her nipple is swollen hard and red. I roughly spread her ass apart and look down at my wife, who gives me a smile back. She is very familiar with Sabrina's body and knows what gets her off. She also knows and understands what I like and what I want her to do. Lyra tears off Sabrina's panties and slowly starts to work her tongue deep into Sabrina's hot, musky ass. Sabrina gasps at the new sensations and starts to grind herself against my cock. She gives me that look, the look that tells me that she is on the edge of a huge orgasm, but she just can't reach it. As I look into her eyes, I look into her soul and I know that she is still a little bit troubled by the lust she feels for me. But it is time to make her mine, to let her know that I am in charge and that she will submit to me and give into her lust. I grab her hips lifting her up almost off of my cock and tell Lyra, "Work on her ass". Sabrina senses what is about to happen and throws her arms tightly around my neck giving me a rough kiss. When I feel a few of Lyra's slender fingers push against my cock through the thin walls of Sabrina's body, I decide it is time. I quickly pull her down, all the way down onto my cock until it slams against the innermost depths of her pussy. I raised her up again and look deep into her eyes and order, "Cum for me." She starts orgasming half way down my shaft, crying out "Fuck me!!'" I work her up and down my shaft harder as Lyra continues to slam three fingers deep into her sensitive back passage. Sabrina is just starting to come down from her first wave of orgasms when Lyra stands up. She doesn't remove her probing fingers from Sabrina's ass, but grabs her hair, yanking her head back until it is face to face with hers, "That's it! Ride it! Ride his huge cock, you dirty slut! Don't pretend you don't want this. Sluts like you need to have their cunts fucked a lot don't they? You like my fingers? You like that?" she asks as she forces a fourth finger into Sabrina's ass. Between Lyra's harsh humiliating words and forceful fingering, Sabrina starts to peak again. Lyra leaned forward placing her mouth on Sabrina's as she shoved her fingers deep into her, as deep as they can go. Sabrina's cunt and ass go into overdrive as they begin to squeeze and spasm around us. Soon my cock is drenched in a shower of her girlcum as Sabrina cried out once more, and then went completely limp. I slowly stood up and pull her off my cock and set her nearly unconscious body down into my chair. I look at my wife, Lyra, and grab her, pulling her into a tight embrace as we kiss each other passionately. I then turned her around and push her half way down onto Sabrina, in the process shoving my wife's face into Sabrina's full breasts. I then pull her hips up until she is standing bent over at the waist and step in between her legs. Her cunt lips were already swollen and dripping wet from her fingering herself and dominating Sabrina. I was just beginning to place my cock head against her very wet twat when she shoved herself back against me. She took all of me within her moist depths and started to slowly grind her cunt against me. I knew she was about to cum and after Sabrina's vigorous ride, I am very close myself, so I fuck her, fast and hard, slamming my cock as deep into her and as hard into her as I like. There was no need to be gentle for we both knew that she was accustomed to my size. She started to buck back against me, and she let loose a feral growl as she started to cum. I wanted to join her in the bliss. I grabbed her hips and crammed myself as deep as possible into her moist depths, so deep that I know that it hurt, it hurt her just the way she likes it. She looked over her shoulder at me, her face was contorted in both pain and pleasure and her eyes had morphed into a cats'. "Cum in me, my Lord" she growled at me as I began to flood her cunt with my seed. By the time I was done filling her with my seed, she was completely transformed into her other form that of a large black panther with fierce green eyes. After I withdrew from her, she gracefully leapt up to the ledge of the balcony and then down into the courtyard below. Later that same day... We're standing and waiting in one of the many large rooms that I have hidden deep underground beneath the mansion. I have hundreds of similar hidden chambers that were magically carved out of the hard bedrock that lies hundreds of feet underground. They were connected by a maze of tunnels that honeycomb the hills that surround the city. I have a completely self-contained underground complex that houses the central headquarters of my vast criminal empire. This complex which some of my agents call the Labyrinth, houses over a thousand of my best agents and a few hundred members of my Coven. As well as a large amount of my personal fortune, a vast amount of my art collection and one of the largest library's of mystical and occult lore on this side of the world. The entire complex was carefully shielded by a four-layer security-defense system. The outermost layer is made of solid lead about a foot thick, this is an excellent form of protection from almost all forms of divination, scrying and magical travel. In addition this layer stops all modern x-ray or thermal imaging equipment and will shield the complex from radiation. The next layer is several meters of sand or cork, used to help absorb any impact from explosives or seismic activity. The third layer is a grid made of thick copper, gold and brass cables. The copper and gold cables have alternating electronic signals that will stop any form of high-tech communications as well as project a moderate strength force field. The force field isn't strong enough to protect against any strong attacks, but it does completely seal the complex, thus we are protected from biological or chemical attack. As well as from any being that can turn themselves into a cloud of mist or tiny insect or such as vampires or superheroes. The inner most layer are the walls themselves, these are made from space age ceramic plates, that were originally designed by NASA scientists to protect the outer hull of the space shuttle. They are super-tough and can absorb a large amount of kinetic force and reflect an incredible amount of energy or heat. This great room that we are waiting in is well over a hundred foot long and roughly forty wide, the walls are paneled in dark cherry wood and the floor is a checker board of white and dark green marble tiles. The room is relativity barren accept for a few benches between the large marble pillars that blend into the darkness of the high ceiling above. Some of my favorite pieces 16th and 17th century art hang from the walls, but the centerpiece of this room is a single massive mirror on the far wall. I had the mirror made in fourteen eighty-two by the best craftsmen in Europe. The frame is made from five different types of wood and it took carpenters three months to assemble and another seven weeks to carve the ornate symbols onto its surface. The glass panels were made from a secret mix of fine sand and crushed gemstones and the silver plates behind them were cast from the purest grade. At the end of the process, the twenty mirrors were merged into one single mirror ten foot tall and twenty foot wide. Then it took me over a month to cast the enchantments upon it. The mirror was one of two specially created objects that could penetrate the defenses of the Labyrinth. In fact its power was so strong I doubt there was any place on this planet that it could not penetrate. As I stood in front of it, gazing into its reflective surface, I focused on Lyra and her pet behind me. They were both dressed for a much colder climate, Lyra wearing a long white fur coat over a dark green jumper. While her pet, Kathy, was dressed in a tight blue and white snowboarding outfit. Kathy is younger than Lyra; in fact she'll turn eighteen next month. But the eight-year age difference has little effect on their relationship. I first thought it strange that Lyra would hook up with the youngest girl in my harem, but the two of them have been in love for nearly three years. Lyra bonded with the petite mutant girl within days of being captured and forced to join my harem. Tales of the Baron Ch. 01 Kathy had been a harem slave for almost a year at that time, and had learned to adapt and understand the politics and personalities of the other girls. With Kathy's help Lyra quickly took charge of the girls, became their leader and one of my favorites. The two of them sat upon a marble bench that matched the floor and held hands, talking quietly. I couldn't hear them clearly enough to make out what they were saying so I closed my eyes and shifted my senses to a point slightly above and behind them and listened in. "So, Luv, where are we going again?" Kathy asked with her soft British accent. "He's taking us to some place in Germany. I think to some old castle or ruins ... or something." "Why? And who are we waiting for?" "He said it was a surprise and we're waiting for Sabrina and her husband," Lyra replied. " Samuel is coming too!" Kathy exclaimed, excitement in her voice, "He's so cute!" "Yes, he's young and handsome, well hung and... married. And I don't think Sabrina likes to share him that much." "Well, all those nights that you and Sabrina have been spending with our Lord...he's been sneaking into the harem...and sleeping with me...and Jessica...and Tiffany...and..." "You don't think I couldn't smell him on you?" Lyra interrupted. "Look, I know, the Baron knows, it's just that Sabrina doesn't know and Samuel doesn't know that we know. Anyways, who do you think came up with the suggestion in the first place." "But ..." "The Baron felt guilty about Sabrina spending so much time away from her husband ... neglecting his physical needs and all. So I fucked him a few times, we even thought about giving him a few coven witches to keep him busy." "But ..." "And then I thought since Sam was so good looking, and great in the sack, that the rest of you girls would like him as a change of pace." "But ..." "Look, as long as Sabrina doesn't find out, you and the rest of the girls can keep on having your 'Secret Affair' and everyone will be happy." "But ..." Kathy paused and with a frustrated look exclaimed, "You're devious! You are just as bad as the Baron. You could at least have told me, so I wouldn't feel so guilty." "But you're so cute and attentive when you're guilty," Lyra said as she stood up and gave Kathy a quick kiss. "I think I hear them," Lyra said loudly enough so I easily could hear her. I stared at the reflection of the door behind me until it opened. I get a quick look at Samuel, as he, ever the gentleman; holds open the door for Sabrina. She was wearing a long white leather coat with a thick white fur collar, a matching fur hat upon her head and a thick muff in one hand. Her other hand was elegantly brushing a stray strand of blonde hair out of her face. One thing I can say about my daughter is that she has exquisite taste in clothing. Samuel on the other hand, was wearing his worn brown leather western cut duster, a pair of faded jeans and a dark wool sweater. His long dark hair hung loose and went half way down his back. Considering my daughter's fashion sense, you'd think she could force her husband into wearing something more refined. I could make out the shape of the sword, "Doom's Blade", strapped to his waist. I could sense its dark power from across the room. "Doom's Blade" was forged on the mystic Isle of Avalon by the Fae Queen, Mab, and was made to counter balance its sister blades Excalibur and the Witchblade. The blade is sentient and distrusts me. It may also be just powerful enough to harm me. So I'm always careful when he has it on him. But I asked him to bring it on this trip; I just hope that it won't be needed. "Sabrina, Samuel. I'm so glad that you could join us," I say jokingly. "Sorry we're late," Samuel, said as he shook my hand, "Sabrina kept changing outfits." In the few years that I've known him, he is finally starting to show some strength and confidence. But if it weren't for the fact that he was the descendent of Merlin, I would never let him marry my daughter. With any luck, the Ambrose bloodline will breed well within my daughter. "I know a little about women and fashion choices," I smile in acknowledgement with a glance towards my wife and concubine. Catching Lyra's eye, she starts towards us, her hand in Kathy's as they approach. "Lets get going," I say with a gesture behind me which causes the mirror's reflection to change into that of a snow filled courtyard, in the background, the bones of ruined buildings stick up from the blanket of white. Tales of the Baron Ch. 02 Story Summary: This is the story as told by Baron Erick Modeus, a demi-demon and powerful crime lord, and his attempt to gain control of all the supernatural beings and mystical objects in the world. The stories will crossover with many characters from other "Universes" such as BTVS, Witchblade, the Marvel Universe, etc. Warnings: NC-17 for; Adult Situations, Features Heterosexual Sex, Lesbian Sex, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Group Sex, Consensual Incest (between consenting adults) and in future chapters S&M, Bondage, NC and Rape. Notes: All the characters in the following story are original characters. Archive: Yes, please contact me to let me know where. Feedback: This is my very first fan fiction story so let me know what you think. Disclaimer: Some characters in this story will be borrowed from Comic Books or TV Shows. These characters are not mine, and I'm not making any money off this imaginary story, so please don't sue me. Chapter 2: The Battle below Wolfenstein As we stepped through to the other side of the mirror, two Huntsmen, members of my elite guards, greeted us. These fine men have been in my service most of their lives and were carefully selected and trained by Hunter, my master assassin and old friend. Wearing artic camouflage over their high-tech body armor and heavily armed with the best energy weapons money could by, they kind of remind me of the Storm Troopers from the movie the Empire Strikes Back, but these men are much better marksmen. "Sir, the area is secured and Hunter is awaiting you inside the inner courtyard." As we stepped forward towards the mostly collapsed outer stone wall, Samuel glanced towards one of the several other Huntsmen patrolling the area, then back towards me and asked, "Are you expecting any problems?" "One can never be to careful these days." "Exactly where are we?" "On the northern edge of the Black Forest Mountains in southwestern Germany. About fifty miles from the French border and the Rhine River, if that helps." As we passed though the outer gate Samuel and I stopped, letting the ladies catch up to us. I was somewhat saddened by what I saw, most of my ancient home was nothing more than collapsed stone. Where once stood a great castle is now nothing but a few walls and a giant pile of broken stone and burnt wood. My moment of melancholy was broken by the voice of my angel. "My Lord, what is this place?" "This was once my home, Lyra, Castle Wulfhearth," I said up lifting my arms towards the ruins. "This is where I grew up as a small boy, over there was the original keep and tower, and the rest was built in the centuries after I left." "How old is this place and when did it fall down?" I heard Kathy's young voice ask me from behind. "The original keep was built in the 10th century by my great-great-uncle the first Baron of this territory, he was also named Erick but they called him Wolfheart, and thus the castle was named Wolf-hearth. And my Grandfather started construction of the great tower and my adopted father finished it when I was about ten. My room was on the third floor overlooking the forest. As for what happened to it, decedents of my older brother lost control in the thirteen hundreds and I lost track of it for a while during my search for knowledge. But I do know that in the early 1930's the Nazi's took control of the castle. At that time Sir Heinrich Himmler renamed it Castle Wolfenstein and used it as the headquarters for the 'The Death's Head' a group of SS Elite. It was also home to the Nazi supernatural research division. It was destroyed by the Allied bombardment in the fall of 1944. Hunter is waiting for us, lets go inside." We hurried down the small path that my men had cleared in the snow to the edge of the ruins where Hunter and a dozen more of his Huntsmen were waiting. Hunter can be a very imposing figure, standing about six and a half feet tall and heavily muscled. His long dirty blond hair blew freely in the icy wind as his cold gray eyes studied us as we approached. Despite the cold he was wearing his trademark chain mail vest and black parachute pants tucked into a pair of dark leather combat boots. The myriad of pouches on his pants stuffed with weapons and grenades; a katana of the finest quality was strapped to his back and in his arms he cradled his favorite weapon, the Omega-Blaster. The Omega-Blaster was one of the most dangerous weapons in the world. Like most blaster weapons it fires a bolt of energy that disrupts the nuclear force that binds the nuclei of atoms together. The result is that almost anything touched by the bolt is disintegrated. The results are light, intense heat, a big noise and an impressive hole in the target-if anything is left of it. Even the air the bolt travels through is affected, making the bolt visible as a hissing white streak. The Omega-Blaster is so powerful that when it is set on full change it can disintegrate an M1-tank. To my knowledge this one and two other prototypes were ever made, before Hunter killed all the scientists involved and destroyed the lab. We felt that these weapons were far too powerful to fall into the hands of anyone else. Hunter has been a loyal friend and advisor for over two hundred years, but we've known each other for five centuries. Hunter's a Divinian, son of Uller, the Nordic god of winter and hunting, and the Greek goddess of the hunt, Diana. He comes from a dimension where the "gods" vanished to when they no longer had enough true worshippers to keep them empowered here in our world. "Are we ready to get this party started?" he asked in a deep throaty voice, as he looked hungrily at Kathy. Kathy immediately slid behind my wife and ducked her head, trying to look inconspicuous. Lyra's eyes narrowed and she growled, "Only if you've brought your own favors." Her voice dripped with venom and the cat was already beginning to appear in her eyes, her hands curling into claws. "I don't share mine." "Enough!" I commanded, throwing some mystical energy behind my voice to make my point and gain everyone's attention. Lyra and Kathy relaxed and Hunter once again was focused on the job at hand and not his lust. "We only have a few hours to find the hidden chambers below. We're looking for a faint demonic energy coming up from the caverns below. If you find a hot spot call out. Kathy you're with me, everyone else spread out and search in that direction." I reached out and took a hold of Kathy's hand. Once the others started to move forward to begin the search, I pulled her against me. I gave her a reassuring kiss and held her strongly in my arms. "You know Hunter does that to scare you and piss off Lyra. But I will not allow him to hurt you. I made a promise to Lyra and the rest of the harem that you ladies can choose which men I share you with. You are no longer a sex slave, now lets start looking over there." The trusting look on Kathy's face told me she felt more secure with my admission and I opened up my mystical senses, reaching out with my supernatural awareness. I sensed that the whole area still permeated with supernatural energy and finding the core would be difficult. The whole mountain sat upon an ancient and dormant portal to the Abyss, one that I feared would soon be reawakened. "Sam! Father! I think I found it!" Sabrina shouted. I looked over in that direction to see her glowing form floating above an area of crushed stone. She was radiating white light, white magic. Of course she would be the one to find it, being a white witch she is not so desensitized to dark magic as I am. Everyone quickly made it over to her. Samuel was there first and was already verifying her detection with a spell of his own. But I didn't need a spell to tell me that this was the right spot, I could feel the difference by just standing there. "This must be it, but the source is really deep. It's going to take some work to get down there." Sam warned. "There were a series of tunnels and caverns underneath the castle going to the secret chambers. All we have to do is get down to them." I told them, "Hunter, do you have any plasma grenades?" "I never leave home without them." He said revealing the two black egg shaped objects that he held in his hands. We watched as he disarmed the safety and set the timer on the first one, "Everyone get back, unless you want to get burned." We immediately retreated to a safe distance and watched as one small black egg erupted in a flash of white-hot energy. Then when the dust and steam cleared, we slowly approached the smoldering crater. It took a few minutes for the residual heat to cool down enough for us to see the collapsed entrance of a dark tunnel. "Hunter and I will take the lead, I want Sabrina and Kathy in the middle with Lyra and Sam in the back." "YES, SIR!" Sabrina exclaimed as she mockingly saluted me. "Lyra you might want to shape shift now just in case." "I know that you just want me to have to get naked in this snow," Lyra said as she handed her long white fur coat to Kathy and started to pull down the zipper of her jumpsuit revealing her dark tan flesh and the fact that she wore nothing underneath. "Kathy, I need you to project a few light globes. Not too many or too bright that you tire yourself, but enough so that you and Sam can see. And if we run into anything hit it with UV light." "And Kathy, could you put my clothes in your backpack." Lyra said handing Kathy the rest of her clothes and looking at me she added, "If I catch a cold you're going to regret this." Then she dropped down onto all fours into her cat form. "Father, what do you think is down there?" "The Death's Head scientists where experimenting with resurrection magics and even had a few captured vampires. One of them might still be down there. And if we're to late the Hellmouth might reopen." "HELLMOUTH!" Samuel and Sabrina exclaimed. "Yes, that's why we're here. There's a dormant portal to the Abyss underneath us. I thought I closed it for good years ago, but I just ended up shifting its location to what is now the central coast of California. Recently, I was informed that a group of people is trying to destroy that one. I never checked this one after the Nazi's left. I have no idea what they've done to the seals I placed upon it. And since this one is unprotected ..." "You think that this one is going to reopen?" Sabrina asked, finally understanding what was going on. "Well, let's go," Samuel said as he jumped down into the tunnel. Hunter and Lyra quickly followed him. After I helped Kathy and Sabrina down, I took the lead with Hunter. It was rough progress for the first half hour, as a lot of the rooms underneath the old castle and connecting halls were collapsed or blocked. But once we got deep enough and found the secret tunnels that I remembered as a child we started to make good progress. We reached the first of the outer chambers when I felt a strong wave of demonic energy reach us, then I sensed the demons behind it. At that moment I knew that the Hellmouth had reopened. For a few seconds I felt overwhelmed by it, I wanted nothing more than to cast off my humanity and embrace the pure evil beast that dwelled within my soul. But when I looked back behind me and saw my angel and felt her love and the love of my daughter, I had all the strength that I needed. I would not let the demon control me. I looked at the worried faces of Samuel and Sabrina behind me, "Time for Plan B. We're going to fight our way, room to room, until we reach the Hellmouth and then I am going to seal it for good. Sam ready your sword, it's time for Doom's Blade to eat its fill. Kathy, Sabrina I need you two to cover our backs and blast anything that gets past us. Lyra, I need you to protect the two of them and guard the rear flank. This is going to be a tough fight, but I know that we can do this. The first wave is almost here, everyone stay close." There were two loud thumps against the heavy wooden door opposite us and on the third thump the door came crashing down. Whatever creature stepped through that door I have no idea what it was. Hunter's Blaster, my arcane blast, Sabrina's mystical bolts, a jet of flame from Samuel and a blast of light from Kathy hit it at once. Blowing it and the two creatures behind it into small unidentifiable pieces of ooze. The fight was on to a good start. Over the next few minutes we quickly advanced closer to our objective. We cleared out one room at a time, slaying whatever hell spawned creatures that where in our way. The six of us worked surprisingly well together, despite the fact that this was the first time that Sabrina and her husband fought along side of Hunter and myself. We quickly formed a useful system in battling the enemy. Hunter and I took the lead, advancing forward at a steady pace, and any creature we encountered we would either kill outright or disable it so Samuel and Lyra could easily finish it off. We had just accessed the ancient stone spiral staircase that connected the Nazi laboratories beneath the castle to the ancient catacombs far underground, when we were swarmed by a wave of winged demons. There were at least a hundred of them, but it felt like a thousand as they flew up at us form the chamber below. They where imps, one of the lowest forms of demons. They were about a foot to a foot and half tall and had three feet-wide bat-like wings. But the most important thing about them was their two-feet long poisonous tail. Because once you were stung by one of them you would either die out-right or fall into a deep coma-like sleep. If you died they would animate you as living corpse or plant their eggs inside you to spawn more of them. If you went unconscious they would try to take hold of your mind and take possession of your soul. Either way it was best not to get stung. Hunter and myself were most likely immune to their venom, but the others were not, and they did have other ways to attack us. Imps are known for their ability to create illusions and breath forth a small blast of fire or frost. Plus by sheer numbers they could overwhelm us. Hunter had already hosted his omega blaster and was spinning around slicing at the flying pests as quickly as he could; his Katana was striking one down with every hit. But even with his deadly skill, dozens were getting past him to strike at me. I didn't want to waste any time in casting a spell, to do so would let too many of them get past me and attack the others, so I evoked the demonic powers that dwell within me. My hands burst into blue-white flames as I let loose with bolts of hellfire incinerating any of the bastard creatures that I hit. Behind me, my son was struggling with one wrapped around his arm, as he swung his sword at several more of them. At the same time Lyra was leaping and dancing on her hindquarters swatting at them like a cat trying to catch a bird. Meanwhile the two ladies in the back were working together as a team preventing any of them from getting past them. Sabrina was standing behind a protective wall of magical energy and was shooting forth strands of spider webs from her hands that were very successfully entangling the demonic creatures. While Kathy, who had surrounded herself with protective aura of solid light, was carefully taking aim and killing them with a laser like beam of blue light that she released from her finger tip. The only good thing about fighting demons and Hell-spawn is that when you kill them they usually dissolved into small piles of slime or piles of ash. If not, we would have been waist deep in them by now. We kept fighting like that for several long minutes until finally the swarm slowed down enough for me to cast a spell. I summon the Artic Wind; a freezing blast of sub-zero wind filled the passageway in front of me and the staircase down and most likely the chamber below. It instantly coated anyone and everything in several inches of ice. Anything that did not freeze to death was now encased in a block of ice, including Hunter. But I knew that he would be unharmed, for his father was the Nordic god of hunting and winter, and as such Hunter was immune to the cold and could withstand any subzero temperature. In fact his personal lair is somewhere down in Antarctica carved into the frozen rock. That's where he keeps half-a-dozen of his favorites as well as any sex slaves that he is training. He tells me that he likes keeping them there because he knows that they won't try to escape by running off. Hunter was already starting to flex his muscles and shatter the ice that was imprisoning him as I started my next spell, the Burning Sunbeams of Ra. I released the potent ancient Egyptian spell and had the glowing ball of burning sunlight slowly float down to the chamber below, knowing that anything that survived the frost would now be burnt to a crisp. Also it would de-ice the stairs so would could descend them without worry of slipping and falling. Once I made sure that everyone was safe and the area secure, we slowly descended the wide stone staircase. When we reached the bottom I knew that we had reached the final chamber. Before us stood two large bronze doors that were slightly ajar, letting a soft glowing green light seep into the room. The doors were over nine feet tall and about four feet wide, every inch of them covered in demonic carvings. I took a moment to assess everyone's condition. I was unhurt but was beginning to feel the fatigue of using so much of my magic. Lyra, aside from being covered in demon gore, seemed unhurt. Hunter had a deep set of claw marks down his left arm but those were already beginning to heal. Samuel looked exhausted and was walking with a limp. My daughter and Kathy also showed signs of fatigue but appeared unharmed. "Samuel, you and the girls stay here and cover me and Hunter from the doorway. If things go bad, get everyone to the surface and have the Huntsmen collapse the tunnels." "Father, we're not going to leave you behind. We're going to finish this." "Alright then, but if things go bad, I may not be able to defend all of you. Lets do this, Hunter are you ready?" "Hell, YES! I haven't had this much fun since we killed that vampire queen in Egypt. I'll go through the door first and take down the first few dozen, try to clear you a path." I nodded to him as we stepped towards the door. With his katana in one hand and the Omega Blaster in the other he kicked opened the door and we charged in. Instead of a horde of demons facing him, the room appeared to be empty. The room was a large round chamber a hundred feet across, with a large black pentagram shaped altar in its very center. A column of greenish fire burst from the center of the altar, thick raw energy coming up from the Hellmouth. We slowly advanced into the chamber and when we got thirty feet in, I saw her, a small child sitting on the floor leaning against the altar, the same altar on which I was conceived. She looked to be an innocent blond girl no older than 7 years old; she wore a bright pink dress and sat softly singing to a doll in her arms. But when she looked up at me, I saw the look of pure unmitigated evil in her eyes. "Goody, Goody, someone to play with!!" she said with glee as she flew across the room slamming into Hunter and knocking him back against the wall. He hit the wall so hard, he did not get back up. I saw Lyra and Samuel start to charge the child, but she quickly lashed out with lighting like energy, knocking them both backwards into Sabrina and Kathy. The four of them went down in a pile of limbs. "I'll play with you later. Right now I want to play with my brother!" "Stay back, this is my fight!" I shouted back to the others as I saw Sabrina's angry face rise above the others. I conjured a protective wall of energy, sealing them in the room beyond. Tales of the Baron Ch. 02 "Daddy's not very happy with you," She said in her little girl voice as she threw a blast of Hellfire so strong that it shattered one of my Protective spells. I realized that she was no ordinary demon, but a much more powerful demon lord or maybe even a devil. I had to defeat her quickly before the protective wall would collapse and she could hurt any of the others. "Little girl didn't your mommy tell you not to play with fire or you might get burned," I said as I bathed her in a full blast of my own hellfire. I saw her body catch fire and burst into flames as the room filled with smoke and the sickly sweet stink of burning flesh. But she stepped forward through my flames and laughed at me. "Oh, baby brother, you'll have to do better than that," she chided as the burning flesh melted off her body to reveal a scaled and spiked demonic form underneath. She continued to laugh as she grew in size until her new form was well over twelve feet tall. She had turned into a nightmarish creature made of claw, fang and spikes as she charged towards me. She hit me with such force that it knocked me off my feet. She roared with laughter and started to drive her fist towards my head. That blow could have done some serious damaged if it had connected, good thing that I had transformed my body into mass of living Hellfire. She realized her mistake to late to stop her punch. Her fist passed through my skull, burning her hand and most of her arm. I stood up and walked though her, letting my body of living hellfire burn her as I traveled. She was screaming in pain and rage when she turned around to find me in human form once again. She was injured but not that badly, she could still defeat me yet; she lunged at me with amazing speed and connected with several blows shattering the last of my protective shields and knocking me back several yards. I launched three mystical bolts at her, hitting my target with all three, but that just slowed her down and spurred her anger. She stopped her charge and drew herself up to her full height, then looking down at me she released a powerful blast of mystic energy that slammed into my chest knocking me to the ground. I lay there stunned, helpless for a few seconds, trying to regain my feet before she could attack me again. I was too late. She leapt into the air and would have landed on top of me, if it weren't for Hunter nailing her in mid air with a blast from his rifle. Her acid-like blood left a trail in the air as the force of the blast knocked her against the sidewall. The room was still shaking from the force of her impact. But she quickly regained her feet and charged at me again, this time her jaws where expanding into a huge mouth of razor sharp, venomous teeth as if she intended to swallow me whole. This is really going to hurt, I thought as I drew my fist back and punched it into her opened mouth with all my strength, driving my fist deep into her throat. I don't know which of us screamed louder. Was it I as the force of her attack dislocated my shoulder and her teeth tore into my flesh? Or was it her, as I released a large blast of white hot hellfire down her throat and into her unprotected gut, burning her from the inside out. I kept screaming as I continued to release my hellfire, pouring it into her as fast as I could summon it. I didn't stop until I was completely drained and felt myself drop to the ground. I wasn't unconscious long because the room still stunk of her burnt flesh and her skull was still wrapped around my useless right arm, when the women woke me up. "Father, thank God you're awake. You need to tell me how to seal the Hellmouth." "Help me up." "Are you strong enough, my Love?" Lyra asked worriedly as her naked body pressed against mine, steadying me on my feet. "I'm strong enough for a lot of things," I said suggestively as I kissed her temple. I looked towards the Hellmouth to see Hunter, Kathy and Samuel standing near it at the ready. As we got closer I flung my right arm forward and jerked it upward and back into place. It was painful, but the pain quickly faded away as I summoned up the last of my will and sent magical energy into my arm to mend the broken bone and regenerate the damaged flesh. "That feels better. Now, everyone step back. Hunter, please have your men start placing charges. When I am done here I want this cavern sealed permanently. Sabrina, Samuel I'm going to need you two to perform the ritual to close the portal. The ritual is long and complicated but together you two can do it." With that said, I started explaining to them the long and careful spell that would seal the portal once and for all.