Ray Prew

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The Feast of Beltane

Peter Weiss walked home from school. In two days it would be time for the feast of Beltane. The feast of Beltane was a holiday in his religion. His parents had no idea he was a practicing Satanist. They were dull boring born again Christians, but he; he was a Satanist, a true lover of Lucifer. On the day of Beltane’s feast, he was to sacrifice a life to Lucifer in a very specific ceremony or convert a new soul to him. Since he began his worship of his master 3 years ago he had sacrificed many animals as a tribute, but he loved his master so he wanted the feast to be special.
He might be only 13 years old but his faith in Lucifer was man sized. He prayed to his master every day. In return, all his wishes were granted. He once prayed a schoolyard bully named Brad Majors would die and the next day he and his parents were killed in a drive by shooting. Peter loved the devil and it appears that the devil loves him.

Peter had already picked out his convert, a classmate named Janet Hinwood. A pretty blonde girl he was certain was a virgin. His master would like that. He planned to take her virginity as a tribute to his master and convince her Lucifer was the true god that loved her. Some of the girls at school were taken with his sunken shallow eyes and pale skin. But he only wanted Janet, she was going out with a guy named Frank but disposing of him would present no problems.

When he got home, his mother was cooking at the stove while his father sat at the table working on a sermon for this Sunday’s services at the local church. He was a pastor and was looking at starting his own ministry. They had no clue that he worshipped his master. They took his clothes and overall look to be a teenage fashion.

“You missed church the last three Sundays Peter; you are going this week, right?” his father said without looking up from his notes. The very thought of church gave him the creeps. Peter just shrugged and nodded.
Peter went to his room and closed the door. He knelt, his hands clasped reverently with his forehead touching the floor. “Oh my master,” he began in his whispery voice most adults found unsettling. “Share your wisdom and guide me to my goal. I want the girl Janet Hinwood as mine; I will show her YOUR majesty, YOUR love. I ask this in the name of your unholy fire.”

“Peter, come downstairs dinner is ready,” he heard his mother calling him. After dinner, his father made him take bible study with him and some of the other members of the church as they did every Thursday night. Peter always played along, occasionally asking difficult questions and delighting in watching the Christians squirm looking for answers.
The next day at school he kept trying to make eye contact with Janet, knowing this was the first step in a time honored and proven love spell. She smiled politely, but occasionally he caught her looking at him when she thought he wasn’t looking. Peter knew that look well; it meant she was getting interested. It meant his master was helping him.

Most of his worship he did in the privacy of his room, but certain ceremonies required candles and animal sacrifices, for that Peter needed privacy. He had a place that was hidden from any other eyes. A place only he knew about. It was a small cave in the cliffs by the beach. It was perfect, when it was high tide it was completely submerged thereby washing the remains of any animal sacrifices out to sea. He couldn’t very well take Janet to his room and deflower her there, his born again parents would never go for it. The feast was the next day he had to make his move.

The next day at school Peter stopped Janet before she entered her homeroom and asked in his whispery voice, “Janet would you like to learn about magic? I need help with a ceremony and if you help me I’ll teach you a few things.”

“Ok!” she eagerly agreed. “I’d love to learn the dark arts,” she laughed.
“Then see me after school and we’ll go to the beach. Because of my parents I must hide what I do.” Peter was well known among the students for practicing sorcery, they just didn’t know about his master.
When school was finished, he took her to the beach and led her to his cave. Along the way they passed by Janet’s house, as they did a small cat walked up to them. “Oh look, a stray cat, the poor thing probably hasn’t eaten in days,” said Janet as she picked it up.

“It seems friendly enough,” said Peter as he took it from her and started petting it. “Actually, I need this cat for the ritual but don’t worry I won’t harm it.”

“Oh I’m sure you won’t,” she said with an odd smile. “I know a good soul when I see one.”

They continued on their way until they got to Peter’s cave. “I use this spot as it’s hidden,” he told her. He showed her the symbols he had painted on the wall and explained the point and purpose of each one.
“I want to show you the love of my master,” Peter explained as he put the cat down on a small flat stalagmite he used as his altar.

“Your master?! Who is your master?” Janet asked as she watched him prepare the altar with a black cloth with a red pentagram on it and put black candles on the different points.

“My master is Lucifer the light bringer, God’s favorite angel until he cast him out.” Peter replied as he placed the cat in the center of the pentagram.

He started to reach for the small knife he had hidden in his backpack when Janet began taking her clothes off eyeing him seductively. It was then Peter saw she wasn’t a virgin at all she smiled at his surprised expression. “Sex is a major component in such rituals isn’t it?” Janet asked him.

“Well yes it is,” he stammered. Until now he couldn’t add sex as a component to a ritual, he had no partner. Satan hadn’t blessed him with a girlfriend yet. But he didn’t understand how she would know about rituals. She asked to do it on his alter, to be kinky. He eagerly agreed as in order for this to be a proper ritual that is exactly how it was supposed to be done. When they were finished, as she got dressed Peter picked up the cat from the floor and replaced it in the center of his pentagram. The cat suddenly lashed out and scratched him drawing a bit of blood.


“Good! We needed blood for this,” Janet said as she quickly produced a pair of handcuffs from her purse and put them on Peter.

“What is this?” he asked thinking she was really getting kinky.

“I don’t want you to get away,” she said displaying surprising amount of strength picking him up and dropping him on the altar, as the cat sprang up and perched on her shoulder. “Asmodeus here isn’t a stray, he is my familiar.” She said as she took a black robe from her backpack and put it on over her clothes. “You know a bit about the arts,” she continued as she repositioned the candles and lit them. “In order for Beltane’s ritual to be done properly the practitioner must first bless the altar with both sex and blood. We already had the sex and now Asmodeus here drew the blood.”

“How do you know these things?” Peter asked as he tried to get off the altar only to be restrained by her hand and Asmodeus that had jumped onto his chest.

“That’s simple, your master is my master,” she laughed. “I have been a witch since I was 8 years old, my mother and her sisters taught me the black arts. The feast of Beltane requires a sacrificial life, the higher the life form the more pleasing it is to the master. You were just going to kill off poor Asmodeus here to him. I’m going to sacrifice YOU to the master!”

Peter tried to jump off the altar but Janet spoke a few words in a strange language and made a gesture. He found he was paralyzed and unable to move. “Clearly you haven’t studied enochian, the language of the angels,” she said. “That is an immobilization spell. You studied many rituals that much is obvious, but you’re disorganized and undisciplined. I learned spells at an early age. I can actually summon demons if I need to. You Peter, have the honor of being my first human sacrifice, at least my first all by myself.”

As Peter lay helplessly on his own altar and screamed as Janet took his own knife and proceeded to carve the symbol of baphomet on his chest, all the while chanting in that strange language she called enochian.
More and more the cave began to smell of sulfur and shit. Asmodeus, perched atop Janet’s shoulder, eyes began to glow. Peter had read about this and wondered if he would ever accomplish it himself. The smell of sulfur and shit, the cats glowing eyes, were all signs that his master was about to appear. He still very much wanted to meet his master, just not as a sacrifice.

Janet’s chanting grew faster and more intense as smoke began to fill the cave increasing the sulfur smell. The smoke itself began to glow as if there were fire inside of it. Peter could hear low growling noises coming from the center of the cloud. His master would soon appear!
Peter’s heart began to race both from the pain of Janet carving on his chest and in anticipation of actually seeing the devil. Until now, worshiping the devil had been nothing more than a fun pastime. He really did give praise to Satan and he willingly offered his soul, but until now, it had all been a sick game. But this was real, this girl was a real witch and she did have powers he only read about, now she was giving him to the master.

The smoke began to coalesce and take form and shape. It was forming a head and shoulders of a man but the head had horns! This was really happening he was about to meet his master!

An arm with a claw like hand reached out from the cloud of smoke and raked across Peter’s chest as he screamed in pain. It burned like fire; he had inflected pain on himself before as a tribute to Satan but nothing in his life hurt like this. Janet squealed in delight as her spell worked and Satan was about to take his sacrifice. She would gain much power from this. Her mother and her sisters would be so proud of her.

The arm next reached out and raked across her neck and chest as she squealed, “Oh yes master! Oh yes!” The hand reached out again and this time it grasped Peter and drew him inside while he screamed in fear. The hand reached out again this time grasping Janet and started to pull her inside as well! “Not yet master! Not yet! I have much more work to do for you, many more sacrifices to make. I want to serve you longer before going with you into the blessed fire!” Janet begged. The cloud made no response as it drew her in. With a final scream they were both gone. The smoke began to clear, the smell of sulfur and shit began to dissipate, leaving only Asmodeus the cat remaining. The cat simply walked out of the cave as the tide began to wash in. Once the tide washed out there would be nothing remaining of Peter or Janet. In their own ways each had gotten their wish, they had served their master and would spend eternity with him in hell.

The End





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