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Unsealed and Undone
🕑 Added 2025-10-08 17:00:17 +0000 UTCHey folks!
Spook season has started! Pumpkins are in the shops, orange flags are lining the aisles, and the nights are growing dark. And I'll certainly try to keep you entertained with appropriate seasonal stories! ... Well, we'll see what I have in my archives, at least.
Like, this week, enjoy this tale of an ancient dark power unleashed upon an unprepared world! ... Kinda.
Enjoy!
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Detective Sandra Hawk dropped down into the basement, choosing to avoid the broken ladder entirely, and landed lightly on her feet. Natural light from above followed her, but it only illuminated a few feet before being swallowed by the darkness, showing just enough crumbling rock underfoot to make it clear how bad an idea it would be to go further without a source of illumination.
“Why do all these old buildings have such crappy lighting, huh?” She muttered as she lifted a finger into the air and spun it around in a figure-of-eight-like pattern. As she completed the gesture, a small glowing orb formed over her hand, brightening up to serve as a torch. “It’s like they deliberately try to design them to be grim and spooky.”
Light shone everywhere, illuminating both the room, and herself. She was a tall woman, blessed with long, fiery red hair and sharp blue eyes. The official uniform of a Magistation Investigator was a bit more formal than how she chose to wear it, but she’d never really enjoyed wearing a tie, and her long duster jacket fit with what people expected of her, so generally no one complained.
Right now, she was feeling grateful for the sturdy boots she’d added. In front of her the steps were uneven and broken, lined on either side by a pair of hastily strung up plastic fences, pinned between thin metal poles that had been dug into the stone. Standard for this kind of building site – it had probably been set up when the construction company first got started on the property. After the problems had begun and the property changed hands a few times, it still stood, worn and tilted, but standing none the less. Not exactly the smoothest walk to make.
Still, she made it without difficulty, hands in her pockets as she studied her surroundings. “Looks fairly standard so far. You can tell someone ripped through this place with a sledgehammer.” She reached out to run her fingers along the edge of a partially demolished wall. “Hm. More than once, at that. I can see some recent ‘excavations’, and a lot of older markings. Whatever this place was, people’ve investigated it before…”
That was interesting. There was no public record of this building having a basement, and she’d made sure to check. Now, either this place had spontaneously appeared approximately three weeks ago, or else a lot of people had decided to lie over the years! She certainly had her suspicions as to which of the two options was true, but hey, in her line of work, it didn’t pay to jump to conclusions. Not until you’d examined all of the evidence, anyway.
And speaking of…
The redhead whistled as she stepped into the next room. “Yeah. This just about fits.”
Her digging into the records had revealed that before the building over her head had been abandoned, it had been a brothel. And before that, it was a strip club. Then before that, it had been a video rental store, and then before that it had been a library, and finally, before all of that, it had been a church, of all things.
The property had been sold off centuries ago, renovated, paved over, rebuilt, restructured, all of that a dozen times over… But apparently, while all that work had been going on, no one had looked down into the basement. Because this place was clearly antique, and not a well maintained one. The walls were stone and bare, with little more than faded white paint to decorate them.
Except the glowing seals, of course. The ancient runes painstakingly engraved into every surface, some as small as a thimble, others larger than the Detective herself. But those weren’t really decorations. They served a very important purpose too the people who put them there.
Or they had. But now those seals were crumbling. Over half of them had already fallen dormant, and the rest were surely set to follow in the next few years. Old spells like this lasted a long time, but they didn’t last forever.
Following the glow of her light spell, Sandra explored the room, trying to work out the full scope of what she was seeing.
“Saultheel Binding method,” she muttered, stroking her fingers around the edge of a particularly large example. “With a Retian matrix. Now that’s a new one. Wouldn’t have thought you could get much power out of that.”
Frowning, she took a step back, pulling a black device out of her pocket and squeezing the top button on it with her thumb. In response, a blue laser swept out of the device’s eye, scanning around the room in a quick circular swing, before going dark. A moment later, and a projection of the runes appeared floating over the Investigator’s hand, along with multiple suggestions for what the original, undamaged spell might have been for.
“Mm.” She rubbed her chin, studying the potential designs, before slipping the device back into her pocket and letting the projection wink out. “They were definitely sealing something down here. But it can’t have been too strong with this sort of runework. Not sure what the fuss was all about…”
Sighing, she took another look around the room, before sliding a hand under her jacket again, this time to pull out a silver
“Still,” she said, spinning the cross around her fingers, before dropping it into her palm and grasping it. “No reason to take chances.”
A blade of silver light extended out from the head of the cross, revealing the item for what it really was: A sword hilt. Naturally, what kind of officer of the Magistation group would go anywhere without her MagiBlade?
Now armed, the redhead continued into the ruins, walking onwards until she reached a large metal door at the far end of the room. Here was where the runes were most numerous, and it was also where the largest number of them had failed. This was clearly the barrier they were sealing – and said seal had finally come undone.
The door itself hung open, only darkness dwelling beyond.
“Yeah, this place has been cracked wide open. I think I can guess where all the people who disappeared ended up.” She paused, and then sighed. “I suppose I’d better go handle whatever woke up.”
Beyond the doorway was, of course, a long set of stairs that twisted around a large circular pit, leading deeper into the earth. Light was almost absent here, save for the occasional flickering rune – and, of course, her own light spell. Seemed about right.
This time, Sandra didn’t bother trusting her feet to the ancient steps, instead simply jumped straight over the edge, dropping into the pit first like a stone, and then like a hawk shooting for her prey. Instinctive flight spells wrapped around her, carrying her down safely. In a matter of moments, she was at the bottom, glowing blade at the ready.
“Hey, it beats walking.”
From there, the route was still obvious. The pit opened into a cavern, a truly old place, the air heavy and unusually warm. And at the far end of it, around the dark red rock, lit by blazing flames, she could see a small crowd of people – men and women of various ages. Judging by her quick headcount, they would probably completely account for all the missing person reports that her department had been receiving from this area.
All of them were gathered around some kind of altar, a white stone construction that looked older than anything else down here. All of them were on their knees, heads bowed, their voices raised in a joint chant that echoed too much off the walls for her to make out a word – but the fervent tone told her more than enough. Worship. They were worshiping the altar.
And in the centre of that altar, even from here, she could see what could only be a gigantic cracked seal. Shattered chains, cracked stone, melted shackles… “Oh yeah. Something nasty was sealed down here. No idea what, though...”
That was kind of a problem. She didn’t see the entity being worshiped, and this place was pretty featureless, showing no real clues about what was supposed to be down here. Ordinarily she’d expected whatever it was to have blasted its way out of here to the surface, and started a fight already. But there was no sign of anything like that. Whatever had broken free was apparently fine with playing things subtle…
A chill ran down her spine.
“On second thought, maybe I should wait for that backup…” She muttered, retreating a step – only for her back to bump into something very warm and very soft.
Uh oh.
“Well hello there~” A smooth, velveteen voice slipped in through Sandra’s ears, dripped down her formerly chilly spine and turned her panties to sodden mush with just three words. “I don’t believe we’ve met.”
The redhead jerked and gasped as her body was suddenly made of fire, heat rushing through her veins in ways she’d never felt before (or at least, she’d only ever felt for her partner on very special occasions). Her MagiBlade fell from her hands, slipping without a thought. She probably would have fallen over, too caught up in the sudden knowledge that she was wearing far too many clothes, had she not been caught by strong, slender red arms.
Red hands with pitch black nails stroked her sides. A forked tongue tickled her ear. Warm, smooth legs entangled themselves with her own. And pulses of heat and pleasure kept hammering up into her skull, scrambling the Investigator’s thoughts…
Then those strong red hands grabbed hold of her and spun her around, and she found herself looking straight into the eyes of the most beautiful creature she had ever seen. A red skinned woman towered over her, dressed in clothes so thin they may as well have not existed at all, mere straps that only served to highlight her incredible curves instead of disguising them. Short black horns poked up through midnight black hair, and a blue forked tongue poked between sharp teeth. Her eyes glowed with pink delight.
Sandra found herself stammering in front of her, still kept from stripping herself naked only by the red woman’s hands wrapped around her wrists.
“Uh. Hi! I mean. Wow. You’re… Oh my, is it hot in here? I’m pretty hot. I mean. You’re pretty hot too. Or, no, I- Well- I- Um- Ah?”
Something smooth and slick stroked the underside of her chin. Looking down, the redhead found a black spaded tail winding up between her and the red beauty – a moment before it fondly bopped her on the nose.
“Adorable. Yes, I am pretty hot, thank you for noticing.” The woman giggled, her tail lifting Sandra’s chin so she was looking back into her eyes again. “More than that, I am Zerrivisa Sekalor, fifth of the dark, promise of the aching heart and warden of the deep sublime. You may call me Zerri~” Her tail tweaked her again. “Now who do I have the pleasure of addressing?”
“Um. Oh wow.” The Investigator tried to take a deep breath and steady herself, but somehow that only seemed to make things worse – was that perfume? Oooh, she smelled so nice. “I’m, ah, Sandra! Aren’t I? Um. Yes.” She nodded, trying to look confident and charming, despite her head being so cloudy that she couldn’t be sure of anything right now.
“Sandra. How lovely~” The woman – the creature, she was a creature, Sandra had to remember that, she had to think! – purred as she rubbed up against her. “Now what might you be doing down here, all on your lonesome, hmm? I think I’d remember if I sent out a call for someone like you.”
“Uh.” Still, the stammering woman couldn’t gather her thoughts together enough to reply. What was she supposed to say? What would make this angelic vision like her more?! “I’m just, I, you know, um… In-investigating…?”
She said the word more like the was trying it out, judging how Zerri reacted to it, ready to yank it back into her mouth at the first sign of disapproval. But to her relief, the red woman’s smile widened at her answer.
“Oh, how delightful! I’ve been waiting for you.” A black nail tapped against Sandra’s chest – wh-when had she released her wrist? “You know, all these happy little worshipers of mine, they were scared of you, can you believe it! They thought you were going to, what was it, ‘blast me back into the last era’ or something. So silly.”
She laughed, and the Investigator found herself laughing along with her despite herself. It felt nice to make this lovely lady laugh. Wait, wasn’t that a problem?
“Um, yeah, so…” The redhead smiled, trying to pull her other arm free and regain her bearings. It felt like she was getting there – she was getting used to this heat. Her thoughts were steadily starting to restring themselves. “I should… I should go and do that… investigating… Yeah?”
The thought of ‘going’ anywhere sent a shot of despair right through her core, but she held strong. She needed to get away and get herself together, stop embarrassing herself like this.
But the woman just laughed again, drawing another delighted giggle from Sandra’s lips, even as she utterly failed to pull her arm away. “Oh, don’t be silly, dear. You just got here, and it’s very, very clear that you can’t resist me. I think we have a lot to discuss!”
Sandra swallowed, hard. The heat in her chest was starting to boil again. “We- we do?”
“Oh yes.” The red woman leaned in again, her free arm sliding around the Investigator’s back to draw her close, cutting off any hope of escape. “We need to have some long, detailed conversations about how the world above works. I’ve been sealed away for such a very long time, you see, and if I’m going to corrupt your society into an empire dedicated to hedonistic debauchery, it would help to know where to start, hm?”
“I… I… I don’t…” She didn’t want to help with any of that, she really didn’t – but god, Zerri made it sound like such a good idea…
“Shhh, now…” The woman released her wrist at last, using her now free hand to press a finger to Sandra’s lips. “All that talk can wait. You need a little more time, don’t you? I know how it is. Years and years of such unoriginal mortal combat – you can’t possibly hope to withstand a true goddess of darkness. A succubus of my magnitude – my presence alone is making it hard for you to think.”
That was so, so true. Just her being so close made it…
Suck~
… difficult to even… Wh-when had she started sucking on Zerri’s finger…?
The ‘dark goddess’ grinned, her bone-white teeth shining. “My voice is silk in your ears. Your kind once threw themselves into molten flame at our order. No matter how far you’ve come since those days, part of you still begs to hear us again.”
Yes~ Oh god yes. Every word, every syllable, every breath, it was perfect, music in her ears. No, not mere music, an angelic choir, something so warm and sweet, slipping in between her thoughts and tangling them up like candyfloss…
“Do you feel it, dear? My lips against your ear, my tongue against your mind, drinking away all those petty thoughts of resistance?”
She could~ Mn, every second here, in the goddess’s grip, hearing her speak… Her words drizzled into her mind and melted away the parts of her that didn’t want to be here, like sweet red acid. Resistance turned to mush, and reasons to fight were…
Suck~
… melted into reasons to play.
Zerri pulled away a little, her hand rising to the back of Sandra’s head, her finger slipping free – but before the redhead could whine, she found herself shoved face first into the goddess’s tits instead, and soon had another sweet mouthful to delight in.
“The sight of me excites and thrills you – those old instincts again, I’m afraid. Barely a touch of charm magic here. All my powers do is make those submissive urges inside you stronger, makes everything else fall away. Because what could ever compete with me, hm?”
Nothing!
Suck~
Nothing could ever compete with this.
Suck suck~
What had she even been thinking about before? Couldn’t have been important.
Suck suck kiss~
The goddess giggled, stroking the redhead’s hair – before snapping her fingers. The sound rang distantly in Sandra’s ears, easy to ignore. Almost as easy to ignore as the sudden draft she felt, all of her clothes suddenly turning to ash in a moment. Various magitech devices clattered to the floor around her, tumbling from pockets that no longer existed – and in the process, dropping from their owner’s awareness all together.”
“And all of that is nothing compared to my touch,” Zerri continued, pulling the Investigator in so that their bodies were skin-to-skin. The sensation sent the redhead’s eyes rolling up in her head, pleasure pouring in through every nerve. Juices dripped from between her legs, sizzling on the stone floor beneath her, her body twitching as it overloaded on ecstasy.
The goddess laughed. “Ahh, you feel it now? I admit, I’m using a lot of charm magic on you right now – beguiling you, enchanting you. It’s in my voice, in my eyes, in my skin, magic to bend your will and spike your lusts – to melt your mind and obliterate your sense. But you don’t care about that anymore, do you, dear?” She cupped Sandra’s chin, pulling her out of her tits at last – and this time there was no stopping the human’s whine of disappointment. It only made the succubus’s smile grow wider. “All you care about is me”
Was… Was it? There… There was something else, wasn’t there? Ohhh, but she felt too good to think…
Zerri certainly seemed to think her moans counted as a yes, though! “Let’s make it official, shall we?” She leaned down, keeping the two of them eye to eye, nose to nose, her intense pink gaze filling Sandra’s vision. “Swear yourself to me, mortal. Swear yourself, become my slave, so that you might feel this pleasure forever~ Surrender your world, surrender your life, surrender your soul to me, forever and eternity!”
Swear…
Some part of Sandra tried to resist. Distant, small, half melted, half mush, what remained of her willpower tried to push back. But it didn’t stand a chance as the goddess, sensing that most minute of hesitations, yanked her into a soul searing kiss. The redhead’s eyes widened as a forked tongue tangled with her own – and then flashed as the dark entity’s power flooded into her.
Pure liquid pleasure blasted through the Investigator’s body, and any last thoughts of disobedience squirted straight out of her head. Bright pink light filled her vision, and stayed for good.
“Swear!” She gasped, dropping to her knees, panting like a dog as she gazed up at her Mistress with pink, love filled eyes. “I swear! I’m yours, forever and ever and ever!”
And beautiful, perfect, divine Zerrivisa looked down at her with a truly wonderful smug grin. “Good girl.”
Pleasure rocked through the human, head spinning so hard from those two words alone that she nearly passed out. When she felt her Mistress’s hand on her head guide her down onto all fours, she couldn’t have resisted even if she wanted to – and she certainly didn’t want to.
She nearly passed out again when she felt her Mistress’s bare ass take a seat on her posed, naked back, her divine tail sneaking down to pinch her nipples, drawing delighted, shaking gasps from the new slave. If there was a heaven, this had to be it – serving her owner and feeling her flesh, skin to skin. Nothing could feel better than this.
“Now,” Mistress was saying, fondly petting Sandra’s head. “Do try to stay coherent, slave, I have many questions, and none of the others I’ve lured down here have given me any good answers. First off, I have to ask – just what is this ‘MagiStation’ I keep hearing so much about?”
Sandra didn’t spare a single moment to think the question strange – she simply opened her mouth to answer as quickly and truthly as she was able. It was an easy one for her, of course – describing the organization that she worked for, the one that served as the magical law enforcement organization of the planet, was simple! But alas, before she could taste the pleasure her submission would bring…
Krack!
Light. Pure, unfiltered sunlight. It should have been impossible to feel its touch all the way down here, so deep beneath the earth, but that was what happened when someone ripped the entire roof off the cavern, levitating countless tons of rock and stone into the sky without warning.
Mistress was staring upwards, slack jawed. “By the dark rift, what’s happening?”
“Oh, I can answer that, too!” Sandra smiled brightly as she looked towards the sky – and specifically, towards the hovering figure in the middle of the new open-plan roof. There, floating unaided in the air, was a woman with short brown hair and burning green eyes, dressed in the much more traditional uniform of the MagiStation Investigators, tie included. “That’s my partner, Mistress. Melony Peil – the most powerful MagiStation agent tested in over 60 years!”
The goddess blinked. Looked down at her. Looked up at Melony. Blinked again. “I’m sorry?”
“My partner,” Sandra explained simply. “We work together as Investigators.”
“Ah,” Zerri muttered absently, too stunned to really process what was happening. “I thought you meant…”
“Oh she’s also my wife!” The redhead nodded quickly. “Yeah! I’m the luckiest woman alive~ But we try not to bring that up while we’re on the job.”
“I see…” The goddess’s eyes were still locked upwards. Still distant, Melony flicked her wrist, and a gigantic glowing construct made out of raw magic formed next to her – and formed into the shape of a gigantic rail-cannon, at that.
“Yeah, she was out in the car, monitoring me while I scouted ahead down here.” Sandra reached up to touch her ear, revealing a mostly hidden earpiece. “I was talking to her the whole way. And she’s been listening the entire time since you found me.”
“Right…”
“She’s probably pretty mad at you for enslaving me, Mistress. I’m afraid she’s a little possessive.”
In the sky, the brunette gestured again, and the rail-cannon fired directly downwards. A beam of light slammed into the altar and the crowd around it, obliterating the corrupted structure and rendering the gathered cultists unconscious. A lesser agent might have accidentally harmed some of them, but Sandra knew Melody was an expert at non-lethal magic.
“Ah. Hm. Mm.” The succubus licked her lips nervously. “I would have thought that if she was listening, then the sound of my voice would have gotten to her too…”
“Oh, no, I think it worked. Look at her face. She’s very turned on right now.
“You can tell? She just looks angry to me.”
Melody was glaring down at Zerri. Even at this distance, both she and her seat could feel a physical heat from her.
“Oooh, I can tell, Mistress.” Sandra giggled, gazing up dreamily. “She’s raring to go. But, uh, she’s the one who wears the pants between us. And she doesn’t share.”
“Huh.”
Melody snapped her fingers. Next to her, three more magical rail-cannons formed, filling all of the free space that ripping the roof off the cavern had created. All four of them glowed ominously as they swivelled to aim in on the succubus, and the woman beneath her.
“Sorry to say, Mistress, but I think you told me enough about how your magic works for her to figure out a decent countermeasure,” the redheaded slave told her owner with an apologetic air. “So, uh, she’s probably still going to blast the heck out of you. And me too, but that’s kind of a given.”
“So, ah… She won’t hold back just because her wife is in the firing line?” Mistress asked, just a little distantly, as though she was still trying to come to terms with how quickly everything had gone wrong for her.
Sandra almost laughed. “Oh, no way. Not her style. She’ll just knock me out. Besides, we always play rough with each other....” She sighed fondly. “Reminds me of how we met~”
“I see.” Mistress nodded, with the sombre dignity of a woman facing the firing line – which she very much was, actually. “Wow, you two are little freaks even by my standards.”
Melody probably heard her, because a shrill whine began to fill the air as five magical rail cannons began to charge up for a devastating, all-encompassing beam attack.
“Yeeeah…” Sandra giggled again. “Oh, but good news! I don’t think she wants to kill you!” This attack was definitely non-lethal, even if it made a big boom. That look in her lover’s eyes, though, could only mean one thing. “Bad news is I don’t think either one of us is going to be leaving the bedroom for a while. She probably heard a bit too much of your voice to let you go. Don’t worry though, Mistress, she’s really good at breaking people with a submission collar. I can vouch for that personally~”
The redhead squirmed, and the succubus looked down at her one last time, before looking back up at her impending doom. One last despairing thought crept into her brain, and forced itself from her lips. “I brought this on myself.”
Then the world turned pink.
