hiding places, the demon moved away from the victim.

“Die, smerds,” he casually threw to the adepts, frozen in the twilight of the hall, with a clawed hand, and they fell like a man on a stone floor, devoid of life.

- Now you, sorcerer! - turned the demon to Michael. - Power want?

Michael answered firmly:

- I wish!

The demon's thundering laughter rang through the room, echoing off the walls.

- Fool! In your hands was the greatest treasure, and you traded it for a whim generated by your vanity. - The demon came close to the sorcerer, breathing in the air around him.

Michael stood wary, not knowing what to expect from the demon.

“Wait in the wings, little man,” casually threw the demon, turning back to Divlyana, frozen with chilling horror.

He opened his mouth to protest the demon, Michael, recoiled when the demon abruptly turned to him:

- And you know, stupid, that in this little man your blood flows?

Michael, aware of what he had just heard, was silent.

The demon approached the victim again, looking at her leerfully:

- Delicious! My! He growled, leaning over the witch.

- Not!!! Do not!!! Nooo! - Divlyana struggled helplessly on the altar, unable to break the shackles.

The demon paid no attention to her screams, thrusting the fangs into a convulsively beating wreath on the neck. Swallowing loudly, the demon drank the victim's tasty blood. At that moment, the sorcerer, finally realizing that Divlyana was his daughter, rushed to the demon, pushing him off the altar. The demon only dismissed the sorcerer, as if from an annoying fly, not looking up from Divlyana, enjoying the taste of her blood. The claw cut the chains that held the victim's legs, the demon spread them apart wider between them. His huge member, standing like a pillar, rested against the small hole of the Dlyany.

The girl screamed, without ceasing, breaking the voice. But the demon only reveled in her fear, her pain, coming in with a vagina too small for his hypertrophied organ. Tearing it, the demon stubbornly moved back and forth, snarling and clawing into the girl's body. The blood of the victim once again flooded the altar. Divlyana no longer shouted, being on the verge of darkness and darkness, she prayed:

"Mama! Mommy! My dear! Take me away! ”

The demon continued to abuse the girl's body, while at the same time drinking a drop of her clean, smelling spring flowers magic, savoring the girl's delicious blood.

Michael rushed to the demon again, but without success. The infuriated demon grabbed the sorcerer by the neck and squeezed his clawed paw, never ceasing to rape the girl. Michael instantly died, hanging a broken doll in the demon's paw. Rejecting the body of the sorcerer, the demon continued to torture Divlyana, holding in it the nuggets of life, not allowing him to die.

“Mommy! I beg you, take me to your place! ”- the girl mentally whispered the spell.

Suddenly, the demon froze, sniffing and listening to something. And at that very moment in the darkness of the hall, in the bright flash of light, the ghostly figure of a woman appeared. Floating above the floor, she approached the altar. Her gaze was fixed on a deathly pale girl.

- Daughter, I came for you, my dear! - She said gently, ghostly hand touching her hair.

Dlyany's eyelashes faltered, but she didn't have enough strength to open her eyes.

The demon growled, squeezing the claws on the girl's waist:

- My!!! Will not give it back!

“Go away, Aishma, the bright Gods allowed me to take my daughter,” the witch’s ghost slid closer to the demon.

The demon rushed to the ghost of Lubava, on the move throwing fireballs at her. But spells flew through it without causing any harm. The ghost's eyes flashed menacingly, dazzling white sparks shot from his fingers, and the demon who had flown away from the altar to the very wall of the hall, slightly stunned, slowly rose to its feet.

- Daughter, my dear, what have they done to you? - ghostly tears dripped from the eyes of Lubawa.

“Mommy ...” Divlya whispered quietly, “you came ...” And then her breath stopped.

Snarling loudly, the demon concentrated in clawed hands a black clot of Darkness and threw it into a ghost. But endowed with bright power, the ghostly witch set a mirror shield between the demon and the altar.Pure Darkness reflected from the mirror and flew back to the demon. Screaming terribly when Darkness struck him in the chest, the demon collapsed on the stone floor, writhing for a few moments, until it finally stopped.

Sadly glancing around the huge hall the ghost of the witch returned to the altar. Enveloping the lifeless Divlana with a cloud of light, the ghost of Lubava disappeared, taking her with her, saving her from torment.

Deathly silence reigned in the gloomy hall. And upstairs the castle collapsed with a crash, burying under the ruins of a sorcerer, a demon, adherents ... For many centuries giving way to oblivion a terrible ritual and black book of magic.