Date: Mon, 5 Sep 2011 17:00:05 +0200
From: Luca Warberg <lucawarberg@gmail.com>
Subject: Tainted Blood Chapter 8

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?



Again, if you have any opinions on the series, please let me know, good or
bad! It really motivates me when I read mail and know that im not the only
one reading my work. So, let me know!



Peace!

Luca Warberg



lucawarberg@gmail.com