Nameless Ghoul

Bad Witch

⚠️Trigger warning for dark themes and non con ⚠️

It was late afternoon before the witches and Secondo were ready to speak with him. Itzal and Sunshine headed down to Secondo's study to meet them.

He was nervous, unsure if he could tell them everything they wanted to know.

Earth let them in again and went to stand dutifully behind Secondo, who was sitting in an armchair by the fire. Seren and Helena sat on a sofa overlooking the massive fireplace, and Secondo gestured for Itzal to take the one opposite. Sunshine decided to sit on the ground next to him rather than on the sofa, which Itzal was grateful for. It meant he didn't have to see her face when he was talking. She rested her head on his thigh.

"We'll try to make this as quick as we can because I know it is not something that will be easy for you to talk about," Seren said with an encouraging smile. Itzal nodded and waited for their questions. "We need to know the names of the demons Santos summoned, and we need as much information about the ritual as you can remember. That will give us an idea about the level of their powers and what kind of threat they pose."

Itzal took a deep breath and started by naming the demons he could remember. The summoning ritual was pretty much the same each time, but the wording would be different for each individual demon.

When it came to describing the ritual, though, he tried to remain impartial. He tried to describe what the witches and Santos did and said, as if he was a spectator watching from afar, but that only worked for so long before he went quiet. Sunshine caught his gaze and gave him a sympathetic smile, which only made it worse. He looked at the witches, who were also giving him a look of pity. Secondo, however, was studying him intently.

"I know this is hard. Saying the words out loud is not a simple thing to do. Would it help if you send me the images and I can describe them?" Secondo said quietly. Itzal wasn't sure what he meant for a second, but then he remembered what he'd heard about Secondo being able to read people's thoughts. Secondo nodded to him, clearly hearing what he was thinking. "If someone sends me a thought directly, I can see what they are thinking in images, too. Sometimes it is better that way because I see all the details with impartiality, details that the original viewer may have missed when they are describing the scene."

Itzal heard himself make a whining noise and felt instantly embarrassed at the scared little sound that gave away his distress.

"It's ok if you can't do it, you've been so helpful to us already," Seren said.

Itzal looked at Sunshine again, who climbed up and sat on the sofa next to him. She gently took his hand and gave it a light squeeze.

"I'm here with you. It's okay. Whatever you want to do."

Itzal felt torn between wanting to help them as much as he could, but also the shame of others knowing how he they used him in the rituals. He steeled himself, though, and took another deep breath. He looked over to Secondo and nodded, before calling up his memory of one of the most recent rituals from before he had escaped.

It is dark outside and the chapel is lit by the deep red candles used in the rituals, candles made with sacrificial blood. The smell of smoke and burning herbs fills the air.

Itzal is naked and cold, chained to the stone altar with warded silver manacles in case Santos loses his hold on him during the ritual. The blonde witch slices into his wrists with an ivory-handled knife, collecting the blood that drips down in a metal goblet. She licks the wounds before they begin to heal with a look of ecstasy on her too perfect face.

The red-haired witch takes the goblet of blood and begins painting the symbols onto the summoning circle whilst chanting in Latin. Santos joins the chanting, anointing the circle with splashes of oil as he walks.

The blonde witch also chants the words of the ritual as she climbs up onto the altar with Itzal. She hikes up her flowing red dress and then straddles his waist. She rakes the long, blood-red nails of one hand down his chest as she chants and draws symbols on his skin in his blood. Her other hand disappears underneath the material of her dress, and she grabs his flesh to make him ready for the next part of the summoning.

Itzal, who is still under the control of Santos, hisses at the bittersweet feeling of it. The symbols on his chest make him feel pleasure with more intensity, but he is disgusted with himself for it. He closes his eyes and block out the image as the witch lowers herself down onto him and rolls her hips.

His head lolls to the side and he opens his eyes again, watching as Santos and the red-haired witch continue their chants. Their voices rise in volume as they prowl around the summoning circle.

The blonde witch is fucking him with abandon now as she nears her peak. He feels her reach her orgasm, spasming around him, and she drags one out of him as well. He grits his teeth against the intense pleasure and the agonising pain of it, feeling the symbols on his chest burning with the magic that forces him to give up his seed.

The witch cries out just as a flash of fire appears within the circle. Itzal feels Santos' control of him slip as he concentrates fully on the summoning circle and he feels like he's going to vomit.

When the smoke clears, the massive, black-winged form of a lesser demon stands within the summoning circle. Steam rises from his skin and his eyes are burning red flames as he looks at Santos and the witch with disdain. He raises his gaze to the altar and looks Itzal in the eye, curling his lip in a growl. Itzal turns his head away in shame.

The blonde witch is climbing down to join Santos and the redheaded witch. Itzal can feel the wounds on his wrists still bleeding, can hear his blood dripping onto the stone floor of the chapel. He hears the demon speak. The deep voice is like gravel and rusty nails. The terms of the deal are being negotiated. Itzal turns his head back to look at the scene just as Santos is slicing into his palm, ready to seal the deal with the demon.

He pulls on the chains around his wrists, testing their strength, but it is pointless because he finally feels his consciousness slipping away, the blood loss is becoming too much...

Itzal's eyes opened and he was back in the study with Secondo, Sunshine, Seren, Helena and Earth. His breathing was erratic and a cold sweat had broken out over his skin. The others stared at him in stunned silence, and as he looked to Sunshine, she had one hand covering her mouth. There was a tear rolling down her cheek. His hand still held her other hand in a death grip and he let go and jumped up. He walked over to the other side of the room to create some distance between them, hugging his arms around his torso and feeling the chill from the memories he had just shared with all those present.

"Fuck!" he bit out.

Sunshine got up and walked over to him. He knew she wanted to offer him comfort, but he couldn't handle it right now, not when the memories of the ritual were so clear in his mind still. The memory Secondo had eked from his mind was so real that it was like he was there living it again. She stopped and reached out to touch his arm, but he moved away. He saw the look of hurt in her eyes as he did it, but he couldn't handle anyone touching him just then - not even her.

"Thank you Itzal, I think we have everything we need for now," Secondo said quietly.

Itzal looked over at him, not knowing if he should answer or if he was being dismissed. He went with the latter and rushed out into the corridor, slamming the door behind him. He leaned his forehead against the wall and tried to calm his breathing down as he heard the door quietly open and Sunshine emerged.

"I don't care if you push me away, but I'm not leaving you on your own right now, okay?" she said with a stern look on her face.

Itzal nodded and slowly slid down the wall to sit down on the floor of the hallway. He drew his knees up to his chest and put his head down. Sunshine sat next to him, mirroring his pose in silence. He didn't know how long they sat there for, but he realised he was grateful for the silence and for the company.