Harold sat upon the throne, the crown cocked to one side in an almost jaunty fashion. He smiled as the courtiers filed out of the throne room, most looking horrified, some terrified. Harold had just informed them that anyone who was found to be giving aide or succor to outlaw soldiers and bureaucrats would be, at minimum, sent to work camps to mine coal and other important resources, and at maximum, put to death in the most painful manner that Harold's executioners could devise. The search for the former palace guards and loyal followers of Uther, had been going very badly. For the most part, there had been a very well organised underground railroad that spirited them across the channel into France and Belgium.
Both countries had withdrawn diplomatic relations when Harold had taken the crown from Uther. Harold swore that he would make them pay in rivers of blood, they would rue the day they refused King Harold the First. He was the most powerful regent in Europe and they would learn that lesson. But first he had to track down that brat of a nephew. With the disappearance of most of Uther's knights and retainers, it was making tracking the boy harder than he had ever conceived. It had been almost a year since that fool, Uther had jammed the thrice damned sword into the Executioners stone. He was becoming more and more frustrated and angry with those he had set to find the boy. How hard could it be to track down a six year old boy?
Harold looked up as the doors to the Throne room opened, what now? He thought. Three Mages stepped into the room and approached the throne, the smallest of the three spoke.
"My Liege." He said as he bowed low.
"Yes, yes, get on with it. What do you want?" Harold spat.
"Sire, we have broken the enchantment on Master Merlin's quarters." At the sound of Merlin's name, Harold sat up and suddenly the three mages had his full and undivided attention.
"Go on." He ordered.
"We came to you at once, we did not want to disturb anything before you had an opportunity to look over the quarters personally." Nifor explained.
"For a man that resembles a weasel, you have at least half a brain. Excellent." He said as he stepped down from the Throne. "Lead on Master Mage." Nifor seemed to grow six inches at the honourific Harold had used on him. 'Yes, an absolute fool.' Harold thought to himself.
The Mages lead the King and his security escort to Merlin's quarters and stood back as Harold walked through the rooms. There were books on every wall, from floor to ceiling, and then even more piled on the floor. This would be a challenge, to find the right texts, he would have to look through almost every leather bound volume. But it would be worth it to find that brat and finally possess the Sword of Power. His face transformed with a feral and evil smile, the end was in sight, and if it took a few weeks of searching alone, then he would sacrifice that time to the ultimate goal. Harold walked over to Merlin's desk and sat down at in the very well-used chair, he looked about him and had a day dream about how he would reshape the world with the Sword of Power to ensure victory.
Harold's initial enthusiasm began to wane after six weeks of trawling through book after book looking for something that would lead him to his hated nephew. He was starting to think the Master Mages old quarters were a dead end, and with the constant rejection of the major Mage Academies across the world He began to think that there wasn't a solution. For a moment he considered stopping and trying another method when he picked up a tome called Listemious Judgement. Something about the massive volume was intriguing to Harold, he couldn't pin point the reason, but it was there. The book was as old as any book he had ever seen, with yellowed pages and a cover that looked like it had battled the Bysithian Hordes itself. The leather binding in places seemed to be tissue thin and ready to fall apart if looked at incorrectly.
Harold open the front caver to find an inscription in a language that he had never seen before. He hoped that this wasn't the language it was written in, but he pressed on. The first few pages he was relieved to see were written in English and there were pencil marks and different places down the page. As he read, he realised that this was the book he had searched so hard to find. It recounted the story of the Witch of Lister, a woman of some power from the West Country. She had made a deal with Satanicus for him to bestow the Power of Darkness upon her. She agreed to bare his child in return for the powers.
It read:
"Satanicus came to Madam Lister as she bathed in the river,
her skin silky smooth and the colour of pure alabaster. His cock
became engorged at the sight of her perfect breasts, her bottom
r and firm. He approached the vision and introduced
himself as a great Mage and could grant her any wish she
desired, if she would lay with him and bare him a child. The
woman was immediately swayed by the chance to have anything
she wanted and lay with him on the banks of the river. She had
always known her beauty was a drug no man could refuse and
she had used this to gain many advantages and precious gifts
over the years. She found that the act of sex was as pleasurable
to her as it was the men she tempted. The more rich and the
more powerful the man, the deeper her pleasure and orgasm.
Satanicus took her in ways she had never experienced, from
behind, on top and below, his member large and wide making
her gasp as he thrust faster and faster. When he released his
seed, she screamed with pleasure she had never known, her
orgasm deep and lengthy.
When Satanicus withdrew from her, he asked for her desire, she
immediately said she wished the Power of Darkness be hers to
wield. Satanicus smiled and grabbed her head.
"So you desire, so you receive. My power is yours to command."
He reverted to his demon form and stood over the woman, but
far from being afraid, she simply smiled and pulled him down
forcing his cock into her vagina. She lay with Satanicus for
three days and three nights, each time becoming more intense
and desperate to have his seed deep in her. Satanicus was very
tempted to take this woman back to the underworld with him so
well did she sate his lascivious and debauched desires.
But he had made a deal, and he was bound to this deal.
Harold became hard as he read the details of the encounter, his own desires rising in his loins. He would send out his Master of Acquisitions when he had done for the day and make a very special request. He smiled as the thought made his member harder still, he could not wait and masturbated as he re-read the shocking details of the tryst. The power of Satanicus was more intoxicating than the debauched acts they performed. He would take this volume back to his chambers for safe keeping and close study. Harold shot his seed onto the floor under the table, cleaned himself on a vellum page sitting on the desk, dressed and left Merlin's Office.
In the corner a stuffed owl watched the King leave before jumping off its perch and wandered over to the desk. The owl looked around and saw that the door was closed and locked, so it leapt as high as its small legs could propel it. As it rose the bird expanded and grew, its feathers melting into each other, its legs stretching and thickening. As the formerly tiny bird landed on the ground, it was no longer an owl, it was a man, a man dressed in the robes of a Mage.
Merlin stood at his old desk and looked with disgust at the mess the pig man had left under his desk and decided there and then that he would never enter this room again. But the sacrifice had been worth the outcome, and the little pig of a man would get his deserved reward in due course. Merlin picked up a small broach he had left on the desk on purpose, it had allowed him to tune into the room from anywhere and at any time. He made a series of complex designs in the air with the broach and a portal opened, he could see the Master of Apprentices' office on the other side of the portal. He stepped through, the portal immediately collapsing once he exited the portal on the other end.
Harold spent many days pouring over the volume, in particular the recounting of the coupling. But, in the end he found the information he desired so badly. The Woman had abused her powers mercilessly and had gained a great many enemies, particularly amongst the Mages that sat on the Great Ruling Council. She feared none of them and merely laughed when the ultimatum to cease her debauched and evil activities arrived by way of a teenage Paige boy. To ensure that the Council understood her disdain, she enchanted the lad and used him for sexual pleasure for a week. His mind snapped after the enchantment was released and he was assigned to the asylum for the insane for the remainder of his days.
The Council was outraged by her flagrant dismissal of their warning and raised an Army of the most powerful and experienced Mages to be found. Led by the Master Mage Merlin, a great battle was fought in and around her enclave. She had corrupted a great many men and women with her proclivities, and they threw themselves at the Mage Army only to be smashed aside like small insects. It was then that she became worried that she could not defeat this Mage Army and summoned Satanicus to demand he assist her. When Satanicus arrived, he simply laughed and told her she should have learned more about the powers that she demanded in the first instance. He disappeared with a loud pop, and the woman was left to fend for herself. Her white hot anger was enough to repel the Mages on three occasions, but on the fourth, Merlin had tricked her by having half his force attack from the front, while he and the remainder attacked from the rear.
The attack was successful and the woman was banished to the underworld with powerful runes that not even Satanicus could resist. Upon reaching the Underworld, the woman set about trying to force her way back. She fought with Satanicus and his minions, using every ounce of the power that Satanicus had given her. Because she was as powerful as Satanicus she held him for a long time, but the lack of skill in wielding this power was her shortcoming. Eventually she was able to find a path that led to the upper worlds, but the journey was arduous and took a great toll on the woman. Finally she broke through into the Cave of Listemious, a dark cave that never saw the light of day, its entry always cast in shadow. When the woman tried to walk from the cave she found herself bound and prevented from leaving.
She turned to try and trace her way back to the Underworld, but as she approached the place where she emerged the rock melted together. All she could hear as she tried to open the way was the sound of Satanicus laughing. She staggered back and looked about her, the darkness was all encompassing, her powers were still intact, but there was little she could do to break the hold the cave had over her. She often stood as close to the entry as she could and called out in the best impression of young damsel in distress. Once or twice a century she would attract a traveler to the cave mouth. She would beg and plead with the travelers to help her escape the cave, but once they saw the haggard and ugly women that had called to them, they mostly ran off.