As Above, So Below

by Dana Isaly

Tonight is the ritual. The one that will allow me to become the youngest High Priestess in our coven’s history. At the ripe age of twenty-seven, I am the most powerful witch in our community.

“Suffering is good for the soul, Branwen. Be brave. Remember, sometimes to reach the light, we must manipulate the darkness.”

I want them to know that their words and their actions and their fucking betrayal caused something catastrophic to happen to someone else. I want them to live with that guilt day in and day out for the rest of their fucking pitiful, useless lives.

My heart is still broken. My soul is still withering away. Every fucking second of my existence is pain. I want it to end so badly that it’s all I dream of when he isn’t here.

I won’t make it. My body won’t survive it. I’ll be crushed under the weight of normality.

I follow her back to the shitty motel she’s been staying in, watching her viciously wipe at her eyes and try to hold in her cries. She’s broken. Utterly and fully broken right down the center.

“I know you wanted a savior. But a demon is what you got, witch.” Her heavy-lidded eyes search out for my face. When she finds it, she smiles. “My demon,” she whimpers, trying to lift her hand out to me. I smile down at her. “That’s right. Pray to me.”

He kisses below my belly button. “No one will ever hurt you again.” He kisses just above where I want him. “Or I’ll burn them alive.”

“You taste like my favorite sin.” “Which is?” He grins. “Lust.”

“My name is the only one on your lips while your taste is on mine.” He forces the full length of his cock inside of me, causing me to gasp and my eyes to roll back. He’s thick and long, stretching me more than anyone ever has. “You can call me Roth, witch. Now, scream it as you come around my cock.”

“Say it, witch. Say you’re mine.” “I’m yours, Roth.” I whimper. “I’m all yours. Always have been.”

“I’ve had my eye on her ever since her scent first called to me all those years ago. She was mine from the first time I laid eyes on her, even though back then I didn’t quite know that yet.”

“No one is going up top to steal anyone,” I tell him. “I was the first, and I’ll be the last. It was in my fateline to have her. Who am I to deny the old hags?”

“If I’m alive, it’s only because you need me,” he says with a moan. His grip tightens on my hair. “And if I’m good, it’s only for you.”

“Why is mine so much more extravagant? I’m going to stand out.” She takes another step back, but I advance on her. We do this little dance until she’s grinning and her back is pressed against the cool stone wall. “It’s more extravagant because you deserve something that matches you. Now, shut the fuck up and let me put it on you.”

“You couldn’t have attacked me before I worked so hard on my face?” “Perks of being a witch. Snap those pretty little fingers and fix it.”

“Unfortunately, Lucifer is a stickler for tradition. Ever heard of the stairway to heaven?” I ask her. She nods. “Welcome to the stairway to Hell.”

“While I would love to shove my cock so deep inside of that perfect little pussy of yours and fill you up with so much cum you’re dripping me for days, I would never use you like a bitch in heat, witch.” He bites and sucks on my ear. “When I breed you, it’ll be because you beg me for it.”

I’m not sure if it’s the fatelines talking or the trauma bonding, but he feels like home.

“We have until tomorrow,” I counter. “We have all the time in the world, Branwen.” He kisses my hand again. “We’re immortal.”

“Speaking of demons, do you think Cain is keeping your pinky promise?” “He better be,” I tell him with a growl. “Or I’ll unleash all this new power right up his asshole.”

“But I would be remiss if I didn’t tell you just how badly I want to keep you. Cain was right. In whatever way a demon can, I love you. And I want you to choose me.” His hands slide down around my throat and squeeze. “I need you to choose me.”

was good to you. I helped you. I was there when you needed me. And that’s how you decided to repay me.” “And if that’s how you repay kindness,” I tell them, squatting so that I’m at eye level. “Then your karma is going to be a bitch.”

As above, so below, what you reap is what you sow, and all that good shit.”

I was mesmerized by her, watching her pace the stage, covered in blood and addressing everyone who had hurt her. She was riding on a high, and I couldn’t get enough.

“I love you, witch.” She laughs and pulls away to kiss me hard on the lips. “I love you too, my little demon.”

I definitely don’t need Asha running back in here to grab something and see her sister getting fucked ten ways to Sunday.

I need him like a plant needs water.