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Ch 18: Huge Tracts of Land


They had gotten back up and ventured into the circle of lust. The circle was characterized by crumbling chapels and desolate streets, off in the distance great storms raged with the damned being flung around like rag dolls within them.
Lestat was waiting for them disguised as a street vendor, he had been waiting for his moment of revenge since they had beaten and humiliated him in the Gallery. Lestat had set the perfect trap for the group, one which was almost completely fool proof which was good because he was a fool to say the least. He put the fresh cookies up on the stand and their smell lured the four over to the stand “Help your selves.” Lestat told them with a friendly smile that hid his hatred. He had mixed a poison deadly enough to kill Rasputin into the very cookies he was serving.

Vincent eyed the cookies skeptically, but Izazu bit into one before Vincent could say anything and Lestat looked on in anticipation. Lestat fell over in anime fashion when Izazu swallowed and began on his second one. “Guess they’re alright after all.” Vincent shrugged and felt a little stupid, he half expected them to be poisoned or something. Vincent took a cookie of his own and began eating this “These are actually pretty good.” He said in surprise. Diamond and Michael took cookies of their own and began eating.

The cookies were eaten without incident and the group parted ways with the shocked Lestat, Lestat ran his mind through the processes he went through the process of making the cookies and realized that he actually forgot to add the poison into the cookies, proving it wasn’t fool proof because he was a fool and he messed it up completely. “Oh, fate is such a fickle mistress.” He said in a bad French accent, Lestat began singing sadly after he sunk to the ground. Though to his credit, no one recognized him under his disguise.

“What a nice man.” Izazu commented as he walked down the road.

“Yeah.” Michael nodded in agreement with Izazu. The sky had a red glow to it as the sun set on the Horizon. Strange bat like creatures watched them from the bell towers of the chapels, eyeing the group’s every move with hunger, though they made no move to do harm to the four travelers.

They finally got to a solitary windmill whose sails turned slowly in the breezeless evening. “Careful, there is great peril within those doors.” Vincent warned them.

“Can’t I have a bit of Peril?” Michael pleaded.

“No, the peril is too great.” Vincent remained firm in his conviction.

“I bet you’re gay.” Michael said dryly and went through the doors.

Vincent paused “…… Am not.” He replied and followed Michael into the windmill. The inside was now buzzing with succubae and incubi, though many observed the group while pretending to be involved with talking to each other.

“This is awkward.” Diamond commented, looking around at the inhabitants of the windmill. Traps began to lure the members of the group away, so they could divide and conquer the four of them. First the smell of kittens and sound of kittens mewing lured Izazu away to another room. Diamond was next to go when she left with a couple of Incubi to another room, and Vincent went soon after when he fell through a trap door chasing after Diamond.

Michael sighed because he was all alone, “Dammit.” He whined and proceeded forward.


Izazu wandered into a room filled with beautiful Succubae dressed up in skimpy nurse outfits. Pointy ears poked out of their long hair of varying shades and colors. “Excuse me,” Izazu asked “Where are the kittens and cookies?” he inquired of the women.

A woman tilted her head “I’m sorry, but we have neither kittens or cookies here.” She apologized to him.

“But, I thought there were kittens and cookies.” Izazu explained himself.

“Oh…” The woman said in a moment of realization “Stacy, get over here!” The woman called into the crowd.

Stacy came out of the crowd, bouncing like she was straight out of DoA “What is it Mistress Mandy?” she asked innocently.

“Did you leave the beacon on?” She asked Stacy like an admonishing parent.

“Oh darn, I did.” Stacey pouted “I’m sorry.” She apologized to Izazu.

“You’ll have to spank her.” Mistress Mandy told Izazu solemnly.

“What?” Izazu asked, that surprised him but by no means did he object to the punishment.

“Spank me also, We’ve been bad bad girls” Mistress Mandy informed him.

“Me too!” another one cried.

“I’ve been bad also!” Another said from the back of the room.

“You’ll have to spank us all long and hard.” Mistress Mandy pleaded with Izazu “We’ve all been bad girls.”

“So bad!” A woman cried from the back of the room.


Diamond had the Incubi fawning over her and trying to win her affection, she had unknowingly reversed their trap on them “You have such alluring hips, eyes, legs,chest,hair.” One sung praises of her and was completely enamored with Diamond “Never have I seen such a beauty since Lady Selene.” He spoke into her ear.

Diamond was having fun messing with them “So, Selene is more beautiful than me?” she pretended to pout and looked at the incubus.

“No, that’s not what I meant.” He tried to fix what he thought he had done wrong.

Diamond was laughing on the inside “Yes it is.” She pretended to cry into her arms “You just think I’m some ugly dog!” she pretended to sob and looked turned away from him.

The Incubus turned her head around and held her close “Diamond, I could never want anyone but you.” He told her.

“Really?” she sniffled and looked at him.

“Really.” He moved in to kiss her.

She laid her finger on his lips “How about we go somewhere, private.” She suggested seductively.

The Incubus got up and led her off to a more private area.


Vincent fell into the deep part of a public bath “What?” he rubbed his eyes.

“Are you alright?” a soft and sexy voice asked him.

“Fin- who are you?” he asked before he finished his answer. Several buxom Succubae came out of the steam, where nothing but towels.

“You’re all dirty.” One said and pulled him to the side of the bath with the help of the other Succubae “Let’s get your clothes off, and then we can wash each other” She told him seductively and took her towel off. She slipped over to Vincent and helped him disrobe, beginning with his pants.


Michael went forward without interruption from the windmill’s inhabitants. He sat down for a rest during which he checked his weapons, in short wiping off Nirvana and reloading his guns. A strange, alluring, smell drifted into his nose and soaked into his body is it got up and began moving without the consent of his mind. He went to a room lit by a candle chandelier; on the far side of the room was an attractive succubus with red hair in direct contrast to her pale skin and very V-neck black dress (The V ended right below her belly button.) “Hello.” Michael blushed heavily when he said that.

She giggled at his blush “My, aren’t you a shy one.” She teased him and stood up. She strode over to him gracefully, like she danced on the air above the floor. “Trish knows what you want.” She whispered into his ear and embraced Michael, pressing her body against his.

“Wai-!” he was going to object until Trish kissed him on the lips and he gave into her, into his desires, and kissed Trish back. It felt good, that much was certain, but as he kissed her Trish drained his life force to feed on, giving both participants much pleasure in the end. Michael lost himself in the kiss as he embraced her and pulled Trish closer to him, succumbing to her.