Christian sat across the marble floor, looking at Dante. This was one room in their house that was seldomly visited. In fact, in the years that they had been living here, Nico had only been in the room once, and even then, he had not used it for its actual purpose. Now he found himself sitting in the room, not only intending to use it, but to use it along with his twin brother.
The room was a miniature replica of the Regiorum's conclave in Geneva. Several small furrows in the marble joined up to form a pentagram. On the far side of the room, at the head of the pentagram, was a small altar, and Nico and Dante sat on either side of it, once again with Dante on the right and Nico on the left.
"You ready, Raf?"
Despite the fact that he had been taught to do this, Nico still felt a little apprehension. Since being taught, he had never actually considered using his training. Tonight, however, it looked like they had no choice. Nico nodded and watched as Dante slowly got up. He was once again dressed in his white robes and purple cloak. He stood in front of the altar, bent down and kissed the base before taking up a small ceremonial knife lying on the table next to him. The knife, though small, was ornately decorated with various gems wich despite the lack of light in the room, sparkled magnificently. Using the sharp point of the knife, Dante cut himself across the palm of the hand and waited for his blood to drip into the altar's cistern. Clenching his now wounded hand, he used the other hand to pick up a small vial of frankincense and poured the contents into the altar too, mixing it in with the blood.
"Meo sanguine voco sanguinem unde venerim."
With that, he once again used the vial, but this time scooped some of the contents in the altar's cistern into it before dipping his wounded hand in the rest of the contents. He moved to the head of the pentagram and kneeled infront of it, still clenching his wounded hand which was now red with his own blood. He bowed his head and started chanting almost inaudibly. With absolutely no warning, Dante held his wounded hand out, his palm turned towards the floor and it started glowing. The glow brightened until his entire hand was engulfed in flame. Lifting his head, Dante focused on his hand, and then lowered it towards the pentagram. The furrows in the marble were already filled with flammable oil, and as his hand lowered, the entire pentagram burst into brilliant flame. Straightening up and once again standing, Dante held up the vial containing his blood and the frankincense. Nico saw him indicating to him and stood up from where he had been quietly observing his brother.
Together, they once again chanted: "Meo sanguine voco sanguinem unde venerim."
With that, Dante threw the small vial into the centre of the pentagram and it burst onto the floor, causing a dazzling flash of flames as the contents caught alight. Instead of once again diminishing, however, the flames grew, and as it grew, Nico and Dante continued chanting. Eventually the flame nearly reached to roof of the small room, but somehow didn't seem to blacken or damage anything it touched at all. After several moments, the flames started folding and morphing, taking shape. Slowly they started dimming in brilliance until only a soft glow remained. Seemingly at once, the flames solidified into a figure.
"My sons, you have summoned me."
Standing infront of Nico was a figure around seven feet tall emitting a glow. It stood with its feet apart, and its hands resting on the hilt of a fiery sword which was standing up against the ground. The figure was completely nude and was achingly beautiful. It had muscles rippling across its entire length. Its face was a picture of angelic beauty, with dark hair, dark skin and blazing blue eyes. Its hair, which was long, was circled with a narrow gold band. Amidst it all, the figure was emitting a sense of such raw sexuality, that Nico felt himself hardening under his robe. Forcing himself to turn away from the figure, Nico knelt to the ground. He knew that Dante would be doing the same on the other side of the circle. For the first time since their fourteenth birthday, they had managed to actually summon their father: Asmodai, the Prince of the Second Circle of Hell: the Prince of Lust. From the other side of the circle, Nico heard Dante talking. He kept kneeling as he listened, his eyes downcast in case he succumbed completely to the erotic allure of the fallen angel who was his father. The mere fact that he could resist the demon king at all was because he had been sired by him.
"Father, we thank you for your presence. It is not lightly that we have invoked the summoning spell. Things are afoot which threaten the existence of our entire kind and may interfere with the sacred duties conferred on us by Hades."
"Speak plainly, son. It is not long that I will gift you with my presence."
"There are newlings being fathered by those under the command of the Kings of Hell. They do not adhere to the rules and oaths of our order and have become a threat which may expose us. If we are exposed, we may be captured and be tormented eternally in these immortal bodies."
"There have been no new directives issued by the Kings of Hell, and Lucifer himself has commanded that all of the fallen reign in their powers. He has instructed the Kings of Hell to engage with the humans subtly. It is through manipulation rather than fighting that Lucifer will win the war for souls."
"But what of the newlings, father? What are we to do about them?"
"If what you are saying is true, there is nothing to do but find these newlings. You know what to do once they have been located."
"As you wish, father."
With the conversation seemingly over, Nico once again lowered his head to the ground, once again bowing down to his father. He was startled to hear the demon prince speak his name.
"And you, Nico, you have been blessed with the gift which was prophesied. I have watched as you have wasted your talents, befriending humans and fighting your instincts. It is only by embracing your gifts that you will take your rightful place in the order of things. You and your brother were born to a destiny you are yet to fulfil. It is your duty to embrace it. The time draws near and you are unprepared. Your gift is not as strong as it should be." The voice was violent, angry and accusing. Nico cringed with intimidation. There was nothing he could say to defend himself, all his reasoning and morals would mean nothing to his father, a demon king from hell. To him, these things would be weak and incomprehensible.
"I will grant you and your brother a final parting gift before I leave. But you are to embrace your kind if you are to survive Nico."
With that, the beautiful figure bent down to Nico, a perfectly formed hand reaching out to pull Nico's head up so that he was staring straight into the exquisite blue eyes and majestic face of his father. Without so much as a word, his father planted a solid kiss on his lips. The feeling sent Nico into spasms of ecstasy. He crumpled to the ground as wave after wave of agonising pleasure rippled through his body, removing any control Nico had over his own body. The feeling seemed to carry on for an eternity before Nico managed to regain use of his faculties. Even so, he could feel his entire body tingling with elation and pure bliss. The pentagram had stopped burning and across the room, Nico could see Dante also starting to stir. Clearly their father had performed the same act on his brother.
Standing up shakily, Nico could feel cum run down his legs. It was forbidden to wear underwear under his robes, and clearly while he had been in the throes of ecstasy, he had orgasmed and spewed cum all over himself. He knew Dante would have done the same. He walked over to his brother and extended his hand to help him up. As the boy drew himself slowly up, Nico could see that he had been right: there was a wet patch in the groin area of Dante's robes.
Nico sat looking out the window at the quickly brightening day. Last night had been wet and windy and he had enjoyed listening to the sound of rainfall against his bedroom window. Today, however, looked like the weather was getting better and the sun was trying desperately to break free of the clouds.
Nico thought back to the few days before. He had noticed his entire body almost quaking with the power his father had instilled on him. Usually cambion only received their powers gradually, as they grew older. It started slowly, with most cambion under the age of a hundred and fifty only able to practice the most elementary of their powers necessary to ensure they remained well fed. Nico and Dante themselves had become adept at luring prey and making use of their superhuman allure. The other powers, however, usually only manifested later, with age, and then only very gradually.
It usually started with bumping things over with a careless thought, especially after feeding when a cambion had spare energy. Telekinesis slowly developed from this where a cambion could move large objects with a mere thought. This power eventually transformed into terrakinesis, where the cambion could cause small earthquakes, and finally, teleportation. This process usually took several hundred years to finish amongst the most disciplined and well bread cambion. Even Nico and Dante had only recently managed to engage some of their other, more useful powers such as the gift of tongues. Now with the `gift' from their father after his summoning, they found themselves in possession of gifts only the oldest and most powerful cambion had mastered. The idea was scary and more than once, Nico had found himself causing small tremors in the earth, suddenly transporting himself into a different room or even street and accidentally knocking or moving objects as he became frustrated or excited. He found that when he concentrated hard, he could control his new abilities, but the problem was when he couldn't or wasn't concentrating: he was beginning to realise how disastrous the results really could be.
Despite this, however, Nico realised that the only way to truly master his new gifts was to practice as much as possible. As a result he had forced himself to travel as much as possible through teleportation. To reach and move objects only with his mind. While he had quickly become adept at the new gifts, he wasn't above making the occasional mistake or losing concentration. To make matters worse, he could feel that he needed to feed again as the new gifts sapped his energy. Amongst the older vampires who had mastered these gifts, their bodies had also learnt how to conserve energy and how to store it in large quantities. The result was that it wasn't necessary for them to feed very often despite the fact that they were using newer, more powerful abilities. Nico's body, however, was still relatively young and the result was that he knew that he was going to have to increase his consumption of energy if he wanted to remain in control of his own impulses and abilities. Perhaps his dad had bestowed these `gifts' on him and Dante to ensure that they kept their cambion ways. Nico couldn't shake the feeling that their father was going to use them as pawns in some sadistic game.
By the time Nico realised how lost in thought he had been, he realised that the sun had finally managed to break through the clouds. There were weak rays of light now dancing on the grey pavement. Nico checked his watch. He had to get moving or he was going to be late for class. Closing his eyes, he forced himself to concentrate on the men's bathroom closest to the class he was in. He felt his body begin to warm up slightly, and just as he felt the familiar rush of air, he lost focus and thought instead of the last club he had fed at. The result: he ended up in a strange restroom somewhere he didn't recognise. It was only when he left the bathroom and setting off an alarm that he realised it had been the club's bathroom. In a hurry, Nico stepped back into the bathroom in case there were cameras in the club and focused desparately on the bathroom near his class. This time he managed to get it right and found himself standing in recognisable stall. He felt a bit faint from the effort and knew he was going to have to hunt tonight. He could already feel himself more aware of the smell of pheromones in the air around him. They were especially strong here in the boy's bathroom.
Shaking his head to try and clear his thoughts, Nico made his way out of the stall towards the taps near the entrance of the bathroom. He got a strange look from one of the guys at the urinals, but he forced himself to ignore it. Turning on the tap, he put the water on cold and splashed his face with it in the hopes that it would stop the light-headedness and weak feeling he was experiencing. More than that, though, he hoped that it would stop him from getting so aroused by the mere thought that there were boys all around him... young, firm, virile guys...
With a final splash of icy water against his face, Nico turned off the tap and made his way out of the bathroom towards his class. He could feel the cold air stinging his still wet face and a few tendrils of hair dripping small droplets of water into his eyes. He shook his head to get the tendrils out of his eyes. He made his way to the back corner of the classroom hoping no one would notice him. He wish he didn't have to sit in class because of how he felt, but he also knew that he was on bad terms with most of his lecturers because of the large number of lessons he had already missed. If he was going to make an effort to retain some semblance of a normal life and his humanity, he was going to have to just toughen up and bite the bullet.
The class was slowly filling up and Nico found himself getting increasingly aroused. It was the first sunny day in a while and some of the tougher guy had actually just pulled on singlets and sweat pants to come to class. Their perfectly sculpted biceps rolled up and down their arms as Nico noticed himself staring at him. Almost without him knowing, he tapped into his power, his body pumping out pheromones, his eyes becoming clouded, his skin shining slightly. He was becoming the sex trap he was born to be and he found himself barely able to control it.
He noticed increasingly hungry looks being cast his way, from guys and girls. The seats near him filled up quickly yet no one seemed to have the courage to sit right next to him. That is, no one except Christian. Seemingly almost naturally, Christian flopped down into the chair next to Nico. He registered small flicks of irritation in those sitting around them but was completely clueless as to the cause.
It was only after greeting Nico and several moments of digging in his bag for his books that Christian suddenly looked up at Nico. He looked slightly dazed and while he was looking forward at the front of the class where the lecturer had just entered, he was leaning slightly towards Nico. Despite his struggle to reign in his powers, Nico still found himself surprised that Christian resisted him for so long. He had already noticed several of the people around him surreptitiously rubbing themselves. Christian was sitting right next to him, receiving the full blast of his abilities, yet he retained some control over himself. It was truly marvellous.
Still, the control was fast eroding and Nico knew he had to get a grip on himself quickly. The problem was that the more Christian reacted to his abiltiies, the more turned on Nico became which made it harder to control his abilities. It was fast becoming an unbearable cycle.
By now, Christian had spread his legs under the desk and his right leg was pressed up against Nico's. Nico doubted the boy even knew it. Still, he did notice Christian awkwardly adjust his powers where he was strugglying raging hard on. Christian saw that Nico had caught him in the act of adjusting his erection and blushed awkwardly.
"One of those days, huh? It's clearly been a while?" he smiled shyly. Nico just nodded. He knew exactly how Christian felt. In fact, the almost innocent act of adjusting himself had made Nico almost lose control completely. He stood up abruptly, pushed past Christian and made his way for the aisle. Just as he was about to step into it, the lecturer called his name.
"Mr. Savoy, you have a question, I presume?"
In his consternation, Nico's foot had become caught in someone's bag and as he looked up, he lurched forward and bailed into the chair infront of him. Thankfully it was empty and he fell under the table. After hitting the floor, Nico opened his eyes, but found himself no longer in the lecture hall. He looked around himself – he was lying in his bedroom. He had left his bag, house keys, everything in his chair next to Christian. What was worse, he didn't know how he was going to explain his magical disappearance from the lecture hall. Nico felt his heart sinking.
Ok, Ok, Ok. I know that this took way too long, but some of us actually have jobs, studies, etc J
I am really wanting to get on with this story, but I need a helper or two to run ideas by, to just do editing before I post the chapters, etc. any volunteers?
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