As we separated, I spoke to Samira. "Can you find her clothing that fits her beauty? I need to go back to the house and print out pictures of the killing sights, as the news has them, and I want Lazarus looking over them. If there are people in the area that could cross my path, I want to know." I said, making her smile and causing her to grab her mother's hand. They left in a hurry as I walked to the mirror and entered it, then returned to my house and turned on my computer while getting dressed and pulling up the crime scene pictures that had been released. I saw fifteen candles around a stone altar with some words written in blood.
Printing out a dozen or so images and a map of the area before returning to the mansion through the mirror and seeing Lazarus and Medea having sex. It was loving sex, not what I didn't. I could tell Medea enjoyed sex with Lazarus more than I did, and I was okay with that, as I had no feelings for her over just wanting fun. I waited for the man to finish as Medea finally received her lover's seed and lay on his chest. I handed over the first picture to Lazarus, and as he looked at it, he thought for a moment until Medea looked at it and spoke.
"That's a demonic, witch empowerment ritual. It looks to be fifteen witches offering a woman to the demon they have a covenant with to increase their power. You can tell by the placement of the candles and the words in blood pointing to each of them." Medea said. Making me look closely at the picture to see what she meant, I nodded. "How do I find them?" I asked, making her smile as she stood up, letting the cum drip out of her and taking the map of the area. "Mark the areas where they did the ritual for me." She said as I took a pen and marked them on the map, watching and speaking. "Is that all the killings so far?" She asked, and I nodded.
"Rituals are very predictable as they have to follow the exact pattern to work. Since it appears that fifteen witches are trying to become stronger, this means they need fifteen rituals and fifteen places, with a final place where, inevitably, they will have an orgy with the demon they worship. As lesser witches that follow demons have to whore themselves out to their demons, that's why witches like me think they are failures. At least have some fucking pride." She said, marking the map and circling three more spots and one in the middle as she spoke. "These three spots are where they will do the killings; I don't know which one, as I don't know if they are moving clockwise or counter-clockwise. But this will be where they let the demon have his way with them." She said this before pulling a cigarette holder from her purse, putting a cigarette into it, and then lighting it.
"They do the ritual every five days, so tomorrow night should be the time they kill once more. I will teach you how to sense demonic energy so that you can track it down faster." She said, pulling my arm to the Library while still naked and not caring, as I watched her nice as swaying side to side. As we made it to the Library, she led me to the Tracking spells and pushed me into a chair as she walked to the shelves, pulling out three books. Handing me the first one, it dealt with the sensation of smelling demonic forces as I read it. Demonic energy smells like rotten food, so to pick it up, it's best to empower your sense of smell to detect it from a greater distance.
The next one was to be able to see demonic energy. It wasn't much different from the first one, where you enhance your eyes with Chaotic Matter to see the flow of Demonic energy. It would appear as a red-black energy, a tainted version of Chaotic Matter, with a corresponding weakness in the taint, allowing someone who uses Chaotic Matter to detect the difference in energy. As I read it, I felt a hand unzipping my pants, making me look down under the table. "I am bored, so I will entertain myself while you're reading. In case you need a question, ask." She said, pulling my cock out and starting to suck on it.
The last one mentioned feeling demonic energy, which will make one who uses Chaotic Matter feel dirty. The tainted energy will leave a slight dirt on one's skin as the Chaotic Matter enters the body, stopping the tainted part from entering. So, if you want to track it that way, follow the way that makes you feel the dirtiest. As Medea moved, her head fasted, slobbering on my cock as I moved my hips up, making her place her hands on my thigh as she gagged on my cock. "That's a good fucking throat you have, Medea. I should bust a load inside it." I said, standing up, grabbing her head as I moved my hips faster.
Her hand moved to my balls, fondling them as I felt them lifting, and I forced my cock down her throat the furthest it could go before letting out my cum. She gulped it down with joy before pulling her head back and licking her lip. "That shelf has spells best used on demonic users; it will come in handy as demons don't have any defense against Chaotic Matter, and the witches would be the same as they are powered by the demon they worship." She said, standing up and walking towards the door as she wanted to go fuck Lazarus again. I walked around the shelf, which was massive and had a lot of cool named spells, like Varthal's Void Devouring Sphere, which made a Sphere that would devour everything in existence. But I didn't find it fitting for me; I wanted something to do with my tentacles, as I had 10,000 of those.
I stopped on a book, Valterxia's all-consuming tentacles ofhorror. The person responsible for naming needs to be fired. That's a long name. I chuckled as I picked up the spell and began to read it, which made me smile. People can summon Valterxia's tentacles or mold their souls' tentacles into demon-eating horrors. This works out as it takes more energy to summon them than to mold your own. I held the book and started to walk towards the door, not knowing that a smile showed up in a shadow at the corner of the bookshelf. "I knew we had a connection, little human male. I wonder if you can give me worthy offspring." A female voice that could destroy a person's soul echoed quietly from the shadows as a thousand eyes opened up.
I made my way to the training as I wanted to train.
Inside Samira's room, my mother was trying on clothes as Samira fixed them up, letting her tail come out as she spoke to my mother. "Serve Bennet well, or I will kill you myself. He is giving you the chance to stand by his side even though you have already turned your back on him when he needed you the most. I will respect that, but if you ever fail to live up to his desire, I will skin you alive as I let him fuck me." Samira said, looking at her, making her nod her head.
"Try this corset and garter belt on with these panties and pantyhose; I think they match her skin and those crimson-red colors on your body." She said, handing a crimson red lace corset with white secondary trim and design. The garter belt, along with the panties and pantyhose, was the same. As she put it on, Samira clapped her hands after finishing the changes to the dress and smiled. "Bennet does have a way of making an otherworldly beauty. I am kind of jealous of your new look." Samira said, making my mother smile a little before speaking. "What is Bennet exactly?" She said, making Samira slap her forehead. "We never explained what we are, did we?" Samira said, sitting her mother down, and they started to talk.
In the training room, I was panting on the ground as massive stone piles had been smashed into pieces or had chunks bitten out of them, working their way up three hundred meters, making me smile. I could control the tentacles with ease, but the problem is that making them bigger takes a lot out of my Chaotic Matter. I can create about seven 300-meter-tall tentacles, but any more than that would drain all my Chaotic Matter. But I feel like this is enough for now.
A knock came from the door. "Come in," I said as it opened. My mother walked in wearing an 18th-century Victorian Ball gown that was crimson red with white flower patterns and white lace, with a hat that matched the dress, making me stand up in more ways than one.