Grimm's Reapers: Volume 1-4

by Jack Crosby

  Veronica had landed, worn out from her struggle with him. Even with a chain wrapped around his leg, he was still winning this battle. “WATCH THE HORSEMAN DIE ANGEL! THEN YOU WILL JOIN HIM!”

  His sword was lifted high in the air, ready to cleave me and Khloros in two. We weren’t moving nearly fast enough to avoid this one. I wasn’t disappointed; we gave it our best effort.

  “No!” Light broke out across the wasteland, all coming from Veronica. The Morningstar Blade ignited, bluish white flame from the hilt to the tip. “This ends now Fiend!”

  She intercepted the blow meant to end my life. Abaddon’s blade was actually knocked back, causing him to lose balance with his legs tangled. He raised his sword in defense as Veronica launched blow after blow. Seeing the position he was in, I began pulling as hard as I could, hoping to topple the creature.

  “Let me assist you brother!” War’s hand came out of nowhere and grabbed the silver chain.

  “We do this together!” We started pulling with all our might as Veronica’s renewed assault kept the attention off of us. Four more hands joined in. Conquest and Famine were here.

  “I got ya bro’s! We can do this!”

  “Just like before Death, use our combined strength!”

  In combination with Veronica striking his chest with a rapid twisting attack, we won our battle and pulled the feet of Abaddon out from under him. The monster crashed to the ground, defeated.

  Looking up, “Veronica, finish him!”

  She didn’t need to hear anything else. With the Morningstar Blade still raging, she swan dived to his chest, cutting through the armor like hot butter. As the sword entered his chest cavity, “THIS IS NOT HOW I DIE!!!”

  With a tone that held no remorse, “Yes it is.” With a final thrust, she pushed the sword down as hard as she could, the blade disappearing beneath his skin. The embers that were his eyes extinguished. Abaddon was dead.

  Chapter 28 – A Short Lived Victory

  We did it. Hot damn we did it! I fell back to the ground, exhausted of the effort that I’d used against Abaddon. No one said a word, stunned disbelief echoed loudly in Tartarus. That is except Dante, who after a moment, “It worked! By the Almighty, this worked!”

  In addition to the lifeless body of Abaddon, the Wild Hunt had been finished off by War, Conquest, and Dante. As far as I knew, there was nothing else left alive here except for us. And we weren’t sticking around to enjoy that vacation.

  War was rubbing Pyrrha’s head when he asked the question we all wanted to know. “Veronica, where did you get the strength to finish him off? I never saw such a feat!”

  The blade as Lucifer said was gone, and with it, the battle hardened warrior that killed Abaddon. This was the Veronica I remembered who brought a Nyx to my place of business. “I do not know Master War. I saw a friend in need and a burning feeling built up in me.”

  I really wanted to make a sexual joke, but I kept quiet. Dante looked at me and then back to her. “Either way, the deed is done. Whenever we are ready, it is time to go home.”

  I didn’t know what that was all about, but I let it go. Dante was a weirdo. “Give me a few minutes. My legs are killing me.”

  “Yes Dante, we need to take a reprieve. It was no small task bringing the fiend down. Plus, look at Veronica, she can barely stand.”

  Famine was right. Veronica looked flushed and on wobbly legs. “I will be okay.”

  “Nonsense, take a seat blondie. There’s no rush back.” Conquest helped her to a seated position. “You did awesome back there! Enjoy a little break before we move on.”

  She smiled. “Thank you Master Conquest.”

  “Ahh, you don’t need to be formal with this guy.” He added a stupid smile and pointed to himself with his thumbs. Ughhh…

  So we sat there for a while, laughing and reliving the moment of glory. I don’t think it’d sank in yet what we accomplished, but the euphoria was high. Dante’s impatience finally got the best of us all and we called it good to head back.

  To be honest, the walk to the return point was a blur. When we got there, I saw the portal swirling. “How did Michael know the when and where to have this open?”

  “You think the death of Abaddon didn’t shake the core of every celestial being? He knew the moment we were successful.” I took Dante’s word for it. I was just happy to be headed home.

  One by one we entered, with me and Khloros taking up the rear position. As my horse buddy walked through, I gave one last glance back before I entered. As I crossed over, I got a very weird and very wrong sensation. I tried to back out, but I was too far in. The magic pulled me to a destination that wasn’t my beach in Mexico.

  As the portal disappeared, I was in a very old Germanic looking castle. Gargoyles were positioned all around the circular room I was in the middle of. A loud clicking sound against stone garnered my attention.

  Dressed in a revealing black outfit with a skirt that brushed the floor was a face I’d never forget. “You bitch! You dare bring me here?!”

  Sabrina, daughter of Beelzebub and Roxanne, was wearing a wicked grin. “Death my old friend. Rumors have it that you were going to come look for me after Abaddon’s passing. I just saved you the trouble.”

  I tried to bring my fire to life, but there was a force suppressing that. “Where are we? What’re you doing to me?”

  “Both are good questions and I will do you the favor of answering them. First, we are in my very own castle deep in the Balkan Mountains. As for the second,” she rubbed her hands together and it felt as if all the warmth in the world left, “I designed this place to hold celestial beings without fear to my own being. You are my prisoner.”

  I ran at her, prepared to use my fists if I had to. Before I even made it three steps, a gargoyle jumped from its position and tackled me. The devil creature snapped twice at my face, letting me know that I was no longer in control.

  She snapped her fingers and the gargoyle left, returning to its station along the wall. “I admire the attempt, but you pose no threat to me. But this doesn’t have to be a bad relationship Horseman.”

  “You have nothing that I want witch!”

  She walked over to me, no fear in her eyes. “I have plenty that you lust after. Don’t you want to feel these?” She dropped her blouse revealing her breasts. “Touch them, make us both feel good!”

  I was physically repulsed by her actions. “Never! Nothing about you is fetching my unfair lady…” Lame, yes. But it fit with the old school feel of the castle I was stuck in.

  She pressed her alabaster breasts and pink nipples into my mouth. A force kept me from pushing away. No, instead for reasons I couldn’t explain, I began sucking on them. A groan slipped from her as I began working each nipple with my teeth.

  A felt a strong hand grab my cock and begin massaging it. “Are you sure there is nothing you want here?”

  I didn’t answer, I just kept working the sweet breasts that were in front of me, moaning as she brought me to full attention in my pants. I had to have her, I had to feel her wetness wrap around me.

  She dropped to her knees, taking her perfect breasts away from me. My sadness quickly replaced with joy as her mouth took me in, all the way to the back of her throat. Slowly, her lips slid up my pole and then back down. The look in her eyes kept my mesmerized as she continued to work it over.

  I didn’t last very long before I emptied my fluid into her mouth. She lapped it up, licking me clean. “It has been too long since I’ve tasted a man. I want you to taste me in return.”

  She hiked up her dress, revealing no panties in the way. He trimmed pussy gleaned with moisture as I went in to please her. I worked it with both my fingers and my tongue. Her hands dropped the dress over me and soon were placed on the back of my head. Her squeals of joy provoked me to continue, finishing me off as her pussy spasmed under the assault of my licking.

  But I wasn’t finished. I grabbed her and pushed her down, keeping the skirt lifted. We were both ready and
I plunged my member into her awaiting hole. It eagerly accepted me, wanting this as much as I did.

  “Fuck me, fuck me my lover!”

  I didn’t need to be encouraged. I wanted to ravage this pussy, to make it mine. With long, fluid movements, I pile drived it in harder and harder each time. Her heeled feet locked around my neck, driving me to new heights in my sexually crazed frenzy.

  We both were closing in on another orgasm. This one would be even bigger than the first. As the feeling began to overtake me, I picked up my speed, going faster and faster until… “Ughhhhh…”

  Stream after stream poured into her. She moaned with intense excitement as each rope was unleashed, culminating in her pussy locking down on my cock and joining me in my orgasmic pleasure.

  As we finished, the horror of what happened overtook the post sex moment. “What have I done?” I scrambled away from her as quickly as I could, backing myself up to the opposite wall. I wanted to vomit, but I couldn’t muster it.

  She didn’t look angry, or even irritated. Instead, “Your will is great. I figured once the charm washed over you, it wouldn’t break. I was wrong.”

  I’d been jinxed into having sex with her. Mortified, ‘It will never happen again!”

  She laughed as she laid there, basking with my juice leaking out of her. “Oh I doubt that.” With the snap of her fingers, I was instantly sent to the dungeons.

  Chapter 29 – Balrog

  **Three Months after Capture**

  “Go away…”

  But the yellow eyes didn’t leave. Just like every day in this hellhole, they continued to stare at me, only to vanish when Sabrina would come. I’d given up on escaping, being rescued, everything. I came to understand the only way I’d get out of here with through dying.

  My mistress… no not my mistress, the witch Sabrina kept me alive. Each time I felt like I might slip into sweet oblivion, she brought me back. If she had a plan for me, I was unaware. Maybe she just enjoyed torturing me. Though was it torture? Was I even on the right side of the war? Somedays I even forgot my own name.

  The yellow eyes moved for the first time that I could remember, getting closer to the cage that was my home in the dungeon. A large outline formed around, giving shape to the creature that watched me. As it came closer, “A minotaur?”

  He snorted from his bull-like nose. “I’m Balrog, former King of the Minotaur people. Now I’m the watcher of my mistress’s new play thing.”

  Standing at nearly nine feet from the tip of his horns to the bottom of his hooves, this was an impressive demon. “Has she finally decided to let me die?”

  “My mistress has no reason to let you die Horseman. Your will is breaking which means you are almost ready.”

  Ready? What the fuck was he talking about? “Ready for what?”

  “Balrog, don’t give away any secrets…” I hadn’t even heard the dungeon door open. “Why don’t you be a good guard and see what the commotion down in the valley is. We might have a visitor or two.”

  The minotaur brought himself up to his full height, very proud of his job, and lumbered out of the cold, dark area. When the door slammed signaling his departure, Sabrina addressed me. “How do you like your accommodations? Balrog tells me you haven’t tried to commit suicide in a few days.”

  A hate flared up inside of me, but was it directed at her? I couldn’t even tell anymore. The magic of this place had sucked so much of my energy out of me. “Why are you doing this to me?”

  “You have resisted much longer than any of my test subjects… very interesting.” I don’t think she was talking to me at this point. “They say you’re the strongest Horseman and here is the proof! Have no fear though; time is on our side lover.”

  Her words sent shivers down my spine. She wasn’t my lover, was she? Why couldn’t I remember anything?! “Whatever you say.”

  “You still don’t believe in me I see. I guess it is time for another exercise session. Maybe at the end you’ll remember who has been there for you and who has not.”

  The cell door flew open and the black linen pants I was wearing fell to the floor. Waves of nausea mixed with anticipation hit me. I felt sick that the anticipation won out as her mouth took me in.

  **Six Months after Capture**

  “LET ME OUT OF HERE!” My rage boiled over. I struck the bars of my prison over and over again. Balrog, my ‘watcher’ just stood there as I lashed out. “SCARED OF ME YOU OVERGROWN FUCKING COW?!”

  He didn’t bite on any of my baiting. Instead he just continued to stare at me, which made me even angrier. “I WILL FUCKING KILL YOU!”

  “I highly doubt that Death. You’re currently powerless and at the mercy of my mistress. I recommend you calm down and rest while the rage has hold.”

  “PISS OFF!”

  “My my, did someone wake up on the wrong side of the bed today?” The witch was back, the one who I wanted to kill most. “Balrog, how long has he been enraged?”

  “Since he awoke two hours ago. It has not settled nor do I think we have seen the worst of it yet.”

  Sabrina walked over and stuck her hand towards the cage. Like a rabid dog, I tried to bite it when it got within range. She pulled back just in time and all I hit was the bars. “You’re lucky you’re so fast. Had you not been, I would be feasting on your flesh.”

  “It certainly took a while, but our guest is finally reaching the final stages of his transformation.” She looked back at me, “I’m so sorry you have to experience this lover, but it is unfortunately necessary. In the coming weeks, you’ll start feeling better, I promise.”

  I grabbed the bars of the door and began pulling, in the hopes of bending a hole big enough for me to escape. I would kill both of them. “UGHHHHHH!”

  “Mistress!”

  The large minotaur was pointing at me as I let all my rage out. My body began to glow a pale light and chains began to appear wrapped around me. I didn’t know what this was, but I was getting an energy boost. “YES, YES!! SOON YOU WILL FEEL MY WRATH BITCHES!”

  The bar began to bend, but Sabrina, whose eyes were alive with pure joy, snapped her fingers. That’s when everything went black.

  **Nine Months after Capture**

  With my chains, I pulled the mace out of Balrog’s hands. Our only spectator cheered at the move. “Well done my Horseman, well done!”

  Still the large bull demon had two more weapons he could use with deadly precision. He lowered his head and quickly got up to full speed; he was going to gore me with his horns. This was perfect; I wanted to try out a new trick my mistress taught me.

  I waited until he got close, to the point I could feel his breathe as he kept going. In that split second, I blurred out of reality, letting the bull pass right through me. I timed it just a tad wrong, as I came back to this spectrum just in time to take a kick to the ass from the running demon. Balrog was going too fast and he crashed into the arena wall.

  With both of us in prone positions, my mistress floated down to the center of the arena. “Enough my champions. You both have done so well!”

  Each of us stood up, dusted off, and bowed to Sabrina, the White Witch. I’d come to appreciate her abilities and her hopes to end the plague of celestials upon this land. They were all dark marks across what should be a glorious kingdom. One I would be fortunate enough to become part of.

  “Balrog, my general, you have trained him well. Soon the victory I promised you will be at hand and your people will get their rightful lands to live free.”

  The minotaur bowed even lower. “Everything I do is for you my mistress. Everything else you do for me is unexpected but my appreciated.”

  She rubbed her brown furry head before pulling him up by his chin. “Prepare yourself, as the raids will soon begin. You know what to do.”

  “Yes my mistress.” With one final short bow of the head, Balrog left the arena.

  My mistress came over to me. “And you, my glorious prize, you have transformed from an incomplete caterpillar to a power
ful butterfly. Nothing could have prepared me for such an amazing transition.”

  “I do only what is directed of me mistress.”

  “I am no longer just your mistress; I have taken you on as my lover, soon to be the king of a purified land. With that, a proper name is to be bestowed upon you.”

  I knew this body was once called Death, but that meant little to me. Whatever I was before this was a monster, just like the rest of them. Mistress Sabrina had cleansed me and not yet bestowed a title to my renewed self. “A name would be the highest honor you could give me.”

  She placed a hand of my shoulder. “From this moment forward your name will be what will become of our enemies. May the all know you as Ruin, the Purifer.”

  Chapter 30 – A New Threat

  **One Year after Capture**

  “Here is his head, as you required.”

  Sabrina came to the table and examined the bloody and beaten body part. Putting her hands on the skull, “Yes, this is exactly what we need. Was Dante any trouble for you Ruin?”

  I thought back to the intense battle with the now deceased angel. “He tried to play mind tricks with me, saying I was under a spell, nothing more than a puppet. After I survived his initial flurry, he wasn’t prepared for my counter attack.”

  I felt immense pride when I saw the pleased look on her face. “We have much to do with this artifact, but first I think we can indulge ourselves, don’t you?”

  A smile cracked under my mask as I pulled it off. “Nothing would make me happier mistress.” I was already getting erect at the thought of the naked skin under her black robe. It made it so much easier that she was always ready for our union.

  Her robe dropped off her shoulders, exposing the sweet skin that looked like it’d been touched by moonlight. Her nipples were always so puffy and swollen, and they always tasted so sweet.

  Sabrina wasn’t interested in any foreplay today. Her magic removed my clothing out of the way, allowing her to grab my stiff organ in her hand. I pushed her up against the wall, giving me perfect leverage to let her push me in. As soon as I entered, the vice like muscles of her hole took over.