Hansel & Gretel-The Twin Demon Hunters

Chapter 11

The night was no doubt a beautiful and satisfying one and now Gwendolyn had one crucial part of the ritual to bring the King under her thumbs as well. Hair from his head which would go into the doll she had already sewn up from before-hand. Taking control of the lives of the generals and nobles that the king had invited for a week- long stay at the castle and the snuffing them out as easily as putting out candles was something which was very easy but she needed more power for herself and for that particular reason she needed to open another parallel dimension through a mirror and take control of the souls she was going to trap their and draw the power from them to do their bidding.

As much as she made the King believe that it was he who was responsible for her fierce orgasms but in reality it was thought of being useful to her master. It was the concept that it was actually made her c*m so hard and the Dark Lord knew that for himself. A good shagging could always lead to increasing her strength for the further nefarious purposes that the King wanted her to use them for. Gwendolyn waited until the King was asleep and snoring and then she slipped down from the bed and put on the robe on her shoulders once again and went towards her room in the South-western wing.

Death was considered to be something very dark and malicious by the magician, sorceresses and everyone all throughout their lives because they had been taught to believe that death took away people who were closer to them which could only mean that it was a bad thing which kept the loved ones away from them. Gwendolyn thought that no one had ever believed or thought this that if death was not their then there would be no further life born on this earth, death was the only thing that kept balance in nature. Sure, there were a few untimely ones but on an overall without death nothing would be possible and that was the only thing that mattered for Gwendolyn, the more deaths in the castle would mean nothing else but more demons in disguise and her tasks would become much easier.

She reached her room and opened the window towards the desolate part of the castle where actually no one lived. Because that was the royal cemetery with generations of royal families and their pets buried seven feet under the ground with a separation or rather partition between them. There was a vault in the cemetery where the children of the royal families who had died untimely deaths were lying entombed inside the vaults. And she needed to reach there in order to conduct her magic ritual to open the portal through mirrors to a parallel dimension where they would be trapped for eternity. It was far more painful than what the King had asked her to do but then again magic had its price and she needed to keep a few aces up her sleeve, did she not?

Gwendolyn stripped off her clothes and wore a black silk gown which fit her body like a silken glove and the best part about this gown was the slit for the thigh which made the movement of the legs far easier than in the gowns that she was supposed to wear. Once she was ready she instinctively knew that it was only a few minutes till the clock struck three in the morning, the unholy hour when even the roosters did not crow. The window was the one without any bars and Gwendolyn put out her hands out of the window and chanted a spell which allowed a vine of Poison ivy to climb up from beneath the shadows, lurking in the darkness so that she could climb down the steep walls of the castle without any support at all. Anyone who would have seen would have been paralyzed with fear since a lady in black was climbing the castle walls without any support or rope hanging down the ledge of the window. The thought itself made her snicker out in an unlady-like manner but Gwendolyn kept her wishes and urges in check and then she started slowly walking amongst the tombstones of the graveyard singing a soft melody which would have put even the dead men to sleep.

She walked towards the vault with a purpose in mind of opening a portal to the other dimensions connecting all the mirrors of the castle so that it would make her job easier said than done. She was carrying a black velvet pouch along with her which contained all the necessary articles of magic. The hair of a cat, three candles and a mirror and a bowl of water which would help her conduct this Egyptian magic. Now all she needed was the proper time and the moment she opened the door of the vault in the cemetery she could see that but not see, she did hear that the clock on the royal tower was striking three gongs and she smiled at her good fortune that she was right at time in the right place.

The vault was a dark place with no windows or slits for air to pass by which connected to a tunnel specifically to be used for the purpose of hiding and then escaping into the woods when there was no chance of escaping the attack by the soldiers. But Gwendolyn did not have any problem in seeing in the darkness, all the Children of Night who were blessed by the hands of the Dark Lord himself could see with their eyes in the darkest blackest night since that was their element. Gwendolyn reached the place where she was supposed to carry out the magical process and then she sat on the ground and placed the mirror in front of her and the three candles on its sides in the form of an inverted triangle and the bowl of water close to her hand. She dipped her finger in the water and made the sign of death and entrapment in the hieroglyphics on the mirror.

Then she started chanting something in Egyptian and the words were clear as day and night and within a moment there was a swirling motion inside the mirror which was placed in front of her. Gwendolyn did not open her eyes since she knew that if she did that she would be the first one to get sucked inside that trap and she would have no option of coming out from that world. She kept her eyes closed as she pictured a network of all the mirrors in the rooms of the guests in the castles and connected them by an invisible thread while wrapping the glass surface by another layer of this dimension and she smiled on her own as the mirrors were sinfully covered by something they could never imagine of. Gwendolyn had magicked thee candles to keep on burning outside the mirror and they would not be harmed in any way.

Gwendolyn still did not open her eyes and she got up slightly with the bowl of water in her hand and sprinkled it outside the triangle making another ring of evil protection outside the triangle. The swirling sound inside the mirror gave away everything that she had to know. People normally avoided this place like a plague at night and even during the day except the priest and the gardener no one came. The vault was the safest place which would harbor this dark magic. Gwendolyn started walking back towards the door with her eyes close when she could hear the whispers of children who were buried there. The souls of those poor babies still were in this place and there was nothing that she could do for them. She did not have the light in her to allow their souls to get away from this place. The cold touch of the small hands on her body and her gown was something she could not bear. Some of them had died of diseases and some of them had been poisoned, one had been raped and brutalized by her own uncle and one was pushed from the ledge by his brother in jealousy. The blood in this place was far too dark and heavy to bear even for her.

The moment she stepped out of the vault she could feel the small hands trying to pull her back inside. They would not be visible but the child souls were by far the traumatic ones whose deaths were undesirable. Gwendolyn had to do several things in order to please her master and to prove her loyalty towards him but something she had never accepted or even thought about doing was sacrificing the life of a child. He had tried to do so many things in order to entice her and so many threatenings, trying to drag her to hell and telling that her soul would be eternally damned but Gwendolyn knew very well that taking the life of an innocent was the only sin which could not be washed away from your soul and the price that had to be paid was too great for anyone to wash away at all. The reverbations of the soul of a baby was taken very seriously by the Heavens above and that was the reason that every sorceress had to sacrifice child in order to become a full blown slave of the Dark Lord. To them He was the God, and he was everything but that was the greatest lie that the devil fed everyone.

Gwendolyn reached the castle once again this time her pouch empty and her head aching with the touch of the dead children and she could kill for a pint but women were not allowed to drink. Not in the royal household. So she would have to settle down for gin and tonic with bath in warm water.

The King had asked her to take care of the royal guests in the best way possible and not deny anything to them at all. After all he knew that they were not going to be guests of this realm for long. He had said yesterday that he had promised a night with the Queen to all of them at the same time. Five of the generals who held a huge army under their control along with quite an amount of territories were desperately waiting for the Queen to splay her body and open her legs and allow them to defile her in any manner possible after all they all knew that the King was good for his word and he kept his promises no matter what.

What they did not know was that it was going to be the last that they saw. Gwendolyn knew that the next evening was going to be quite an important one for her and she needed all her strength to hold the magic in its place while allow five men to have their way with her body but she knew that it could be a truly pleasurable affair for all of them if and if only she could control the situation. And that was something she could always do with her beauty and body and magic. Blood magic in these cases worked the best and they did not waver from effect for quite some time.

The only person in this kingdom who was unaffected by her magic was Caspian and now there was a new bird in the cage whom she needed to take under control…Rosa Maria…