Gods vs Demons Part 1: Prologues By DeannaTroi This is a work of fiction and contains adult material of a sexual nature which should not be read by anyone under the age of 18. All characters depicted in sexual situations are 18 or older Not all of the following characters appear in this story, but sometimes they get a quick reference and so here is a pretty complete list to try and make sure the copyright is clear. Ms. Americana (Brenda Wade), Flag Girl (Lydia Willis), Night Raven (Lydia Borden), Green Spectre (Axanna Morgan), Spectre Girl (Summer Morgan), Lady Midnight (Angela Greer), Jungle Babe (Dana McQueen), Nera, Got Gal (Tonya O'Donnell), Got Chic (Anita Jackson), Champion Girl (Candice Graham), Amazing Babe (Jessica Lockheart), Azure Angel (Yumi Wong), Shield (Carla Rogers), Wolf Woman (Louisa Torrez), Hexanna, Omega Woman (Kameron Drake), Power Lass (Karen Clark), Texas Star, Lady Sara Kraft, Professor Werder, Battle Sprite, Bat Broad, Liberty Babe, Chet Cheston, Esha, Elsa, Commissioner Borden, The Trapster, the Bilbo brothers, The Geek, Captain Chloroform, The Aberration, Dragon Queen , Professor Pervo and the mutoids are the creation and property of Mr. X and used with his permission. The concept of Sanctuary was created by Silkcords and modified by me with his permission. All other characters in this story are my own creation and may be used freely in your own stories, but please try and keep their characters in line with what is depicted in my stories. You can send all feedback to: troi@hotmail.com Author's Note Many years ago, I started a series of stories called "Sex Fiends", but never finished it. For various reasons, I stopped writing until recently, but by then I had deleted all my stories from my computer. Having just finished the Perverter series, I was casting around for new ideas and thought about trying to recreate Sex Fiends. Since I didn't have the originals anymore and couldn't remember much of what I had written, I decided to try to redo the story from scratch and set it in Delta City. I have thrown in some other stuff and hopefully have not made it too convoluted! * * * Prologue The First Samantha Lord stared out the window of the penthouse suite of the Delta City Ritz Hotel and watched the lightning flash across the sky. Out of habit, she counted the seconds before she heard the thunder and got to four before the sound penetrated the triple glazed window. The lightning had struck close by, but they said if you heard the thunder then you knew you were still alive. The irony of that statement was not lost on her as she stared into the darkness. Rain now pocked the window and Samantha shivered. She was clad in only a diaphanous nightgown of white silk, but the room was warm enough not to have triggered the reaction. Indeed, it was a warm and muggy night outside the window in the city, so no chill entered the room through the glass. No, it was the portent of the storm that made the rich business woman shiver. There was an incredible danger coming to Delta City and that was why Samantha had chosen to come to this most decadent of cities, this modern Sodom and Gomorrah. The dark haired woman didn't know if there was anything she could do to prevent what was about to happen, but she had to at least try, if for no other reason than it might be all her fault. "Come back to bed dear," called a male voice from behind Samantha. She turned, keeping her face carefully expressionless with some difficulty and regarded the man waiting for her in the king sized bed with the sinfully soft satin sheets. It was a sight that should have delighted her or any woman who found him awaiting her in bed, but Samantha knew things that those other women didn't and she barely managed to suppress another shiver. He was just over six feet in height, well muscled with his clear blue eyes and his blonde hair cut short and styled perfectly with not a hair out of place even at this late time of night. He looked too perfect and she had tried to tell hm that, but she might as well have discussed quantum physics with a rock. "I saw you shiver," said the man, "but I have what you need to keep you warm and satisfied." Samantha knew without looking that his cock would be hard, it always was. It wasn't that there was anything wrong with his member. In fact, it was almost perfect in length and girth. It wasn't so big as to be painful or so small as to be disappointing, but it still filled Samantha with dread as she now shifted her gaze to look at it. She wanted very much to tell him to get out of her bed, get out of this hotel room and to get the hell out of her life, but she didn't dare. She didn't have that much courage, so maybe she still was a prisoner and had just been deceiving herself. Her hand went to the simple gold chain around her neck and followed the slender strand to the jewel resting between her breasts. It was a pure white oval with a single dot of crimson in the center of it. Samantha held the gem tightly in her fingers for a few seconds to calm herself and then let it fall back to its resting place in her ample cleavage. Blowing out a mental sigh, Samantha let the satin gown slip from her shoulders to fall to a soft puddle on the floor, leaving her naked in the light from the window and got on the bed, crouching between the man's legs. She lowered her head, soft lips parting to engulf the dribbling head of the penis in her mouth. "Ahhh, you always know what I like," groaned the man as he stroked her hair. That's because it never changes night after night, thought Samantha as her mouth slid down the shaft until the entire length was buried inside her. Out of the corner of her eye, Samantha saw another flash of lightning streak across the sky and counted. Three seconds. Pity. * * * Prologue The Second "Alright, let's get this meeting started," said a deep bass, male voice. Tamara didn't have to look up from her laptop screen where she was poised to take minutes to know who the speaker was. Somehow, his voice contained hints of fire and pain which was only appropriate considering the image and name he used to present himself to the universe. After all these years, Tamara was still uncertain just how much truth, if any, there was to his claims. She did know the hints of fire and pain could become very real if he was displeased. The other figures gathered around the large oak conference table gradually ceased their side discussions with those next to them and turned their attention back to the speaker. "I, Satan, as the current rotating chair for our council call this meeting to order and will now call the roll." "What a pretentious blowhard," muttered one of the other figures seated at the table, but Tamara declined to include that comment in the minutes. Glancing at the being who was enclosed in a fiery, red flame that hid his features, she thought Satan had heard the comment, but was likewise ignoring it in favour of getting the meeting started without the usual arguments. He must be getting soft or desperate, thought Tamara. "Lucifer," called Satan. "Here," said a very human looking dark haired man in a natty three piece black suit with a blood red tie. He didn't look terribly dangerous, but Tamara knew only a fool would turn his or her back on him. "Beelzebub," intoned Satan. "Here" said a being who like Satan was obscured by flame, though his was black with only hints of red flickering here and there. There was also a constant buzzing of flies around him that Tamara knew the others found annoying and so was also the reason Beelzebub used them. Beside the annoyance factor, the creatures provided an extensive spy network and was quite possibly the inspiration for the phrase about wanting to b a fly on the wall for a meeting. "Old Scratch," said Satan continuing down the roster of the council. "Present and horny,," said a figure with definite goat like characteristics on an otherwise humanoid body. He had a pair of curved horns on his forehead and while his legs were hidden by the table, Tamara knew they ended in cloven hooves. She also knew the "horny" comment had been directed at her. "Keep it in your pants until the meeting is over," growled Satan as he checked off the name. "Iblis?" he called next. "Here, as you would know if you bothered to look," said an annoyed sounding being. He looked perfectly human, dressed in a loose fitting robe that would look at home in your typical Hollywood movie about "sons of the desert" and had a large bushy beard and moustache that enhanced the image. It was only the burning red pits of his eyes that suggested he was something more than human. "Ignarion, otherwise known as the Purple People Eater," said Satan and it was obvious he had added the last part with distaste. "Present," said the eight foot creature with purple skin, one eye and a single massive horn in the center of its forehead. The creature was smiling and obviously amused by Satan's reaction to his title. "Diablo," rasped Satan, determined not to be goaded by the purple imbecile. "Present," said another figure that looked human until you looked in his eyes. Instead of the red pits of Iblis, Diablo's eyes were black holes into nothingness and he was dressed in black leather with a whip coiled on his belt. "Mephis …," Satan began only to be interrupted by the polite clearing of a throat. At the far end of the table sat a small man with short, dark hair, glasses and a briefcase open on the table in front of him. It had been him who had interrupted the lord of Hell, or at least one of the lords. He didn't say anything as Satan glared at him, but only gave his head a slight shake from side to side. Satan glowered at him for a few seconds more and the colour of his flame intensified to indicate his anger, but finally he spat out "Mephistopheles." The man with the briefcase gave a small smile and nod of approval. "I am here," said a being with red skin who glanced at the briefcase wielder with a sneer. "Assuming our esteemed colleague permits me that much." "Of course," said the briefcase man with another small smile. "I just wanted to make sure our copyright was being respected." "Hell forbid that we as the master demons of the universe should dare to infringe copyright," growled Mephistopheles. "That's everyone then," said Satan hurriedly trying to head off an argument. He glanced at the two empty seats whose former occupant's names he hadn't bothered to call, since their absence was one of the reasons for this meeting. "The first order of business is the consideration of new members for our council." He looked at Lucifer, "As head of our membership committee, what have you to report?" Lucifer shrugged. "We received several applications that I rejected without bothering to bring their names forward to the council." This caused a stir and a few glares from around the table, but Lucifer held up a hand to forestall questions or comments. "One was from Kim Jong-u who applied for the 17th time. I don't even know how he got our email address …," he paused when Iblis stirred in his seat and he looked at the bearded demon questioningly. "Er, he might have got it from me," said Iblis looking embarrassed. "My computer got hit by some ransomware a month ago and I think they took all my contacts when I refused to pay. Heaven, I don't even know what bit coin is." "Then you haven't been paying attention at meetings," snapped Lucifer. "We invented it a few years ago as a new method for increasing the greed quotient among humans." "I must have missed that meeting," mumbled Iblis. Lucifer rolled his eyes. "Well talk to me about it after the meeting. I suppose you also didn't get the memo about NFTs?" After another embarrassed nod from Iblis, Lucifer gave his head a shake and then went on. "I am sorry to say we received a polite refusal from one being that we sent a membership offer to." "What?" roared Satan "Who would dare to reject membership in our group?" Lucifer pretended to consult his notes. "It was a Mark Zuckerberg. He said he didn't have time for small time organizations like ours, but did offer us ten percent off on any advertising we cared to do on Facebook." "We should inflict him with boils or a plague of locusts!" thundered Beelzebub, pounding his fist on the table. "I don't think we should be too hasty in our reaction," replied Lucifer. "Things have been uneasy in the nether realms lately and the last thing we need is to be subjected to some disinformation campaign from some Russian troll farms. Besides, ten percent is not a bad deal." "Agreed," said Satan and all the heads around the table finally nodded in accord. "What about Dorm …," he began only to be interrupted again by a delicate clearing of the throat from the man with the briefcase. "Yes?" he fairly hissed. "That individual is also under our copyright protection," said the man mildly. "Fine," snarled Satan. "Maybe we can get the fucking mouse to join when he is out of copyright." "We are working to extend that period," responded the man. "We believe it is in the interests of national security." Satan stared gape mouthed at the man for a few seconds and then gave his head a shake. "The next order of business is the matter of the escapee." With that, Satan turned to look at Diablo while Tamara did her best not to look overly interested. "I haven't been able to locate her," replied Diablo with a scowl. "Somehow she has found a way to mask her location from me. I still think she had help from someone down here, but so far I haven't been able to determine who. I have personally tortured half a dozen suspects and found them guilty of nothing more than the usual plotting." "Finding her is of the utmost importance," growled Satan. "If word gets around that mortals can make a deal with us and then just walk out of one of our Hells with no consequences then every tortured soul in our realms is going to give it a try." "I will find her," promised Diablo fingering his whip, "and then I shall remove the skin from her body one inch at a time until she begs for a release that will never come." "Bad enough," grunted Satan. "Alright, let's get onto the main business of this meeting. What are we going to do about Delta City?" "We had granted exclusive rights to our two former members," said Old Scratch as he rubbed one of his horns thoughtfully and everyone glanced at the empty chairs. "Now that they are no longer in the picture, it would seem to be available to one of us. The question and problem is which one of us, so as to avoid any unpleasant disagreements among us." Satan grunted in agreement then looked down the table at the briefcase man once again. "What is Disney's position on the rights to Delta City Mr. Smith?" he asked. "My employers as you know have no designs on the souls of anyone, at least not literally," replied Mr. Smith with another thin smile. "You just want to suck as much money from them before we get their souls," sneered Mephistopheles. "I think you are confusing us with Apple," replied Mr. Smith shooting the red skinned demon a look. "My employers do, however, reserve all the video and other media rights to Delta City, especially the heroines of the She Legion." "I am surprised you want anything to do with those overblown, scantily clad sluts," sneered Iblis. "That hardly seems in keeping with your shall we say snow white image." "I will thank you not to use a trademarked name as an adjective," said Mr. Smith coldly. "As for our image, we do of course have a number of subsidiary companies for marketing more salacious content and the Delta City heroines promise to be a very lucrative source of income for those subsidiaries." "We still get our ten percent cut, though," interjected Lucifer. "Of course," agreed Mr. Smith. "What you do with their souls is totally up to you gentlemen." "How do we determine which of us gets Delta City as his exclusive territory then?" asked Beelzebub giving Satan a hard look. "I suggest a contest," replied Satan. "Each of us will devise an event or enterprise of some sort and at our next meeting, we will vote on whose idea was most deserving." "Bah, we would all just end up voting for our own plan," scoffed Old Scratch. "I hate to say it, but he is right," agreed Mephistopheles. Tamara sighed, for extremely powerful beings, they sometimes didn't have two brain cells to rub together. "You could each record your plans on video, show them on the Hell cable channel and ask the damned to vote." "That might work," admitted Satan as he felt pretty confident his idea would be the best or rather the worst and if nothing else, he could always threaten the viewers into voting for him. It never occurred to him that the other demon lords around the table were thinking exactly the same thing. ""None of you have been there personally lately," said Ignarion the Purple People Eater, "but I have. It might not be such a pushover as you think. Among other things, there is a pretty good chance Umbra's ring is being wielded by one of those heroines." [Author's Note: See Tales From Delta City #15: The Purple People Eater for his previous adventure in Delta City] "Umbra's ring?" scoffed Iblis. "That was lost millennia ago in a black hole. It will never be seen in this universe again. If you are such a coward though, you can yield any claim right now." "Watch who you are calling a coward," growled the Purple People Eater half rising from his seat, his mouth starting to open to an impossible size and a sucking vortex forming. "Enough!" snapped Satan as he banged his fiery fist on the table. "Anyone who wants to join the competition can do so, or not at their discretion. Tamara will be in charge of implementing all of our plans, so submit them to her." Damn, I should have seen that one coming, thought Tamara as she keyed everything into her laptop. "Well if that takes care of all the business," said Old Scratch with a grin, "then it is time for the pleasure." Tamara stifled a sigh since she knew exactly what that meant. Without waiting for orders, she closed her laptop, stood up and started to remove her clothes. Now and then she wondered why she put up with this part of her job, but then she remembered the bit about her sister and selling her soul to save her. "This is the best part of the meeting," snickered Old Scratch as he stood up to reveal a definite lack of pants which wasn't surprising considering the goat like nature of his body which would have driven any sane tailor mad. His cock slid out of its sheath as he grabbed Tamara around her neck and casually tossed her onto her back on the table. Old Scratch then nimbly clambered onto the table, pulled the woman's legs apart and drove his bestial looking cock into her pussy with one hard thrust. "Dibs on her mouth," said Beelzebub as he climbed onto the table and straddled Tamara's head. A black cock, dripping precum emerged from the fiery aura surrounding his body and he pinned the blonde's face to the table by slamming it balls deep down her throat. "I guess we can say the meeting is adjourned," mused Satan as he and the others sat back to watch for the moment and wait their turn. * * * Prologue The Third Red Sonja slipped into the deserted throne room lit by a single torch and paused to get her bearings. The slave girl she had bribed the previous night in the nearby town had given her a rough sketch of the room and the location of the large diamond she had come to liberate. Technically, she wasn't stealing it, though since the wizard-king whose throne room this was had stolen it in the first place from a rather peaceful kingdom that he had slaughtered to the last man, woman and child. Sonja's involvement began when King Hafal of some little kingdom whose name Sonja had already forgot had demanded the diamond as the price of his daughter's hand in marriage. Sonja already had her own love in Killia and was definitely not interested in the beautiful, but sharp tongued Princess Minora. Prince Algeron of the neighboring kingdom was, however, and that was where Sonja had entered the picture. Algeron had the courage and fighting ability of a dead fish and had subcontracted the retrieval of the diamond to Sonja for 100 gold coins. Sonja took ten steps to her right and found the low table where the slave girl swore the diamond was kept without any visible security. That didn't mean there wasn't any of course, but since the wizard who ruled this country was feared for hundreds of miles, he might just have felt his reputation as a ruthless and vicious killer would keep it safe. Indeed, Sonja's gloved hand closed over the diamond and she smiled. Her sense of accomplishment and well being vanished an instant later when several dozen torches sprang to life in the same instant bathing the throne room in light. "Oh my, you are a delicious looking morsal," said a male voice and Sonja spun around to see a tall, dark haired man standing in the doorway to the throne room. He looked on the whole to be rather ordinary, but the swordswoman noticed the red spider ruby embedded in the skin of his forehead and knew she was looking at the wizard-king of this land. "Sorry to steal and run, but I have an appointment to keep," cried Sonja as she sprinted for the second exit to the room on the far wall from where the wizard stood. The man made no move to chase her or even offer any threat and Sonja thought she was home free until she hit the invisible barrier blocking the doorway and fell backwards onto her fortunately well padded ass. "I am afraid, I can't let you leave yet as we have business to discuss," said the wizard. "Oh really?" asked Sonja getting to her feet and reaching behind her to give her bruised ass a gentle rub. "Yes," said the wizard entering the room and crossing to sit on his black throne. "I have more than a little ability at reading the future and foresaw your coming weeks ago. I even made sure that silly slave girl would be sent to town on some pretext, so you could bribe her for the information you wanted. I still killed her of course as it never does to let even a hint of treason to be heard." "You are a real charming bastard," declared Sonja as she watched the wizard warily. "oh, where are my manners," said the wizard. "I know who you are Red Sonja, but I have not introduced myself. Crimson Spider at your service." "I kind of guessed that," replied Sonja. "That ruby in your forehead is a dead giveaway, though I suppose you could be called something silly like Spiderman." "Not if I don't want to get sued by Disney," muttered Crimson Spider with a scowl before giving his head a shake. "Well, now that we know each other's name, I should explain why I wanted to meet you so badly." "If you insist," replied Sonja as she kept scanning the room for another way out. "I need someone to go on a mission for me," said crimson Spider. ‘I already have a job," replied Sonja holding up the diamond. "Accomplish my mission and I shall give you the diamond," replied the wizard. "I already have the diamond," pointed out Sonja. "With no chance of escape and a gesture from me will bring you a long, painful death," replied Crimson Spider. Red Sonja considered this. "So, what's the mission?" she asked with a bright smile and tossed the diamond back to the wizard who caught it. "At some point in the future, I have foreseen that I will be trapped within a powerful device of mystic origin," said Crimson Spider. "I want you to rescue me." "I only rescue beautiful princesses," responded Sonja "and you definitely don't qualify." "Very long and painful death," reminded Crimson Spider. "You are looking better already," replied Sonja. "If you are so damn good at seeing the future then why can't you avoid whatever trapped you?" "I have seen the future and so it cannot be changed, replied Crimson Spider. "What has happened, must happen now that I have viewed it. I can only change what comes after what I saw. I dare not even look beyond the point of my imprisonment lest I see there is no hope of escape." Sonja was about to ask some additional questions when time froze. "Greetings my faithful and valiant avatar," said Sonja's goddess. "If you are sunk so low as to have to butter me up, you must really want something bad," noted Sonja with a impudent grin. "Indeed," agreed Sonja's goddess with a light tinkling laugh. "This wizard is not to be trusted, but it is important that you undertake this mission. I care nothing about freeing him from his future prison, but there is need of you in the land he will send you to. There are those there who require my protection and my vengeance." "Tell Killia not to wait up will you?" asked Sonja. "She will be waiting for your return and welcome you home with her usual flair," said the goddess again. "As with your last two such missions for me, I release you from your vow to me for the duration," continued the goddess as time began to flow again and the goddess was gone before Sonja could query her further. The vow, of course, referred to not letting any man have her unless he first defeated her in battle which so far none had managed. Temporarily revoking the vow meant the goddess foresaw interesting things lay ahead of the swordswoman whether she wanted them or not. Powerful wizard or not, Crimson Spider seemed unaware of anything unusual having happened as Sonja refocussed her attention on him. "Ok, so do your hocus pocus and send me on my way," she told him. Crimson Spider smiled, stood up and lifted up his robe to display a raging erection. "There are multiple ways that I could invoke the spell to send you, but this one has its obvious advantages. Get on your knees and suck me to a climax. That will trigger the spell of transport." Sonja glared at Crimson Spider for a few seconds before blowing out a sigh and sinking to her knees in front of him. Once she accomplished her mission and got the diamond back, she could consider ways to pay back the bastard for this humiliation. Her mouth opened and then her lips closed around the throbbing member and she began to glide her mouth back and forth on the thick shaft. After several minutes of this, she heard Crimson Spider's moaning increase in volume and then he grabbed the back of her head and forced his entire length down her throat and held it there. Shortly thereafter, a large blast of cum hit the back of Sonja's mouth and then another and then a third. The world around Sonja began to spin with a familiarity she knew of old as a portal opened and sucked her inside. When the spinning stopped, Sonja found herself in a dark, dirty alleyway. Looking around, she saw buildings of stone and glass that seemed to reach halfway to the stars. * * * Prologue The Forth "Get your tits out of the way, so I can see if my plan is working," commanded a male voice. "Your plan?" replied a woman in a derisive tone. "The only thing my dear father that you ever planned was how to seduce some comely mortal wench you fancied." "Well fine, have it your way," said the male voice. "It was your plan, but it wouldn't have worked without my contribution." "I don't think fucking her constitutes contributing to a plan," said the female voice. "You were just horny is all." The camera of the mind draws back to reveal the two speakers. One is a tall, dark haired, muscular man clad in a toga. The woman is a beautiful blonde, also wearing a toga. There are several dozen other figures clustered around them and between the two verbal combatants is a glittering crystal ball sitting on a pedestal. In the crystal ball, the form of Red Sonja sucking on Crimson Spider's cock can be seen. "I remind you that we are at serious business and not here for your voyeuristic pleasure," said Athena looking pointedly at the bulge in Zeus's toga. "I can combine business and pleasure with no problem," grinned Zeus. "Too long have we been walled away from the mortal realm. The link I formed with the red haired wench the last time we met will unlock the portal from Mount Olympus back to the mortal realm. I have a lot of catching up to do." [Author's Note: Red Sonja met most of the Olympians in Red Sonja The Thirteenth Sign of the Zodiac if you want more details] "Someone remind me why I married this idiot," growled Hera as she stood behind her husband and brother with her hands on her hips scowling. "It is bad enough to owe my freedom to that sword slut without having to watch my dear husband planning his usual debauchery." "Oh, I don't know," put in Aphrodite with a smile. "Debauchery can be rather fun." In the crystal ball, Crimson Spider's cock began to spew cum into Red Sonja's mouth and the watchers all saw a portal open to swallow the red haired swordswoman. "Free at last!" cried Zeus as another portal opened and the gods could all see the towering buildings of some modern city through it as they began to move towards it. * * * Prologue the Last "Ok honey, give me all your money or I will gut you," said a male voice as a hand wrapped around Red Sonja's throat While the other hand waved a knife in her face. The End