by Brant Danay
They healed themselves with tantric rituals and medicinal herbs from their fields of crops and greenhouse gardens, until they were strong enough to once again perform the sacred ceremony of conjoinment. In a rooftop garden looking out over labyrinthine rows of crops and menageries of mutants, high atop the Stormtower, at the zenith of the Fiendfarms, directly beneath the noontime topaz sun, Drelrei and Junisia assembled the necessary instruments, chemicals, and sacrificial victims for their ritual. They lay down in the center of the circle of the ancient sigil, the male and female, yin and yang, sexual mandala carved into the rooftop stone and painted crimson and black with blood and liquified death. The soulmates were encircled by the boundaries of the rune and an array of surgical tools, vials, jars, drugs, and drug paraphernalia. Living sacrificial Siamese twin demons surrounded them, joined permanently together in the sexual manifestation of yin and yang, the penises of males sewn, nailed, stapled, welded, and fused to the mouths of females in hermetically sealed fellacio, and the vaginas of those same females likewise surgically bound by the mouths of their male mates in unbreakable cunnilingus. Sexually conjoined offerings of fertility, the tantric sacrifices lay half-within and half-without the circle, forming crosses and crucifixes as they did so, which created natural wards and amplifications of sorcerous energies.
Drelrei and Junisia filled the womb-bowl of their double pipe with squirming, yellow masses of maggots that sometimes spilled from the rim and plummeted to the ground below. With one simultaneous exhalation, Drelrei and Junisia triggered the automatic lighting mechanism of the pornographic pipe, kindling the living, writhing maggots within. The maggots burned and melted, and Drelrei and Junisia inhaled their putrid smoke, breathing their essence, tasting decay and hot maggot-flesh on their tongues. The tantric demons began drifting into an altered state of consciousness as they smoked the maggots, becoming more aware, more powerful, and more real as they incinerated the acrid larvae.
Pestilentia was attracted by the rotting stench of the burning maggots and the excremental-tasting breath of Drelrei and Junisia as they exhaled the putrescent smoke. The Empress of Insects came bearing gifts of opium and royal jelly in her womb, hovering over the two demons as they copulated upon the glowing sigil. Drelrei and Junisia injected themselves with syringes full of maggots as they fornicated, jabbing the needles into their arms, thighs, jugular veins, carotid arteries, and urethras. When the maggots had all been squeezed into their circulatory systems, large fire ants, like beasts of burden, bore the jars of opium and royal jelly from Pestilentia's vagina, down her legs to the ground, and deposited them around the Tantradox. Wasp demons flew from her mouth and vagina with more jars, offerings of sacrificial insects. Several minutes later, Pestilentia called her minions unto her flesh, chirping and buzzing a complicated insect blessing over the ritual, and then, as quickly as she had arrived, the Empress of Insects whirred away on dragonfly wings and was gone.
Drelrei and Junisia drank the royal jelly, then smoked opium, ate opium, and injected opium into one another's genitals, she into his large crimson urethra, and he between her hundred blossoming labia and up into her womb like a drug-filled dildo. The demon lovers traded the syringe back and forth, successively shooting the psychedelic analgesic into all ten of Drelrei's swollen testicles and all ten of Junisia's resonating clitorises. Their pain was assuaged, their ordeal reconciled, and the two lovers copulated within the circle once more, then continued the ceremony. They smoked butterflies for their powers of metamorphosis and rebirth, earthworms and slugs for their hermaphroditic energies, and silkworms for their binding unguents. Slowly, with large needles and long ropes of hemp, the Tantradox sewed itself back together. They drenched their flesh in the viscous slime of snails, the milk of aphids enslaved to colonies of ants, the honey of bees, the mucus of copulating earthworms, and the egg sacs and sperm packets of ticks, mites, and hundreds of other species that mated asexually, binding their flesh with the gelid, sticky, semi-liquid agglutinations of the tiny sacrificial victims.
Once rejoined, the Siamese twin Tantradox made love one final time. Immediately afterwards, in a sorcerously charged state of post-coital enlightenment, Junisia swallowed a pod containing two seeds, one dark green, the other pitch black. Encoded within those spore-laden, genetimantically ensorcelled seeds were the Tantradox' secret battle plans.
The Tantradox descended from the roof of the Stormtower, through the upper terraces of the Fiendfarms, and into one of their laboratories, where a red-hot forge sizzled between two surgical tables and cast flickers of crimson light upon shelves of vials, instruments, and preserved body parts. The Tantradox smoked fireflies, will-o-the-wisps, and electric eels from pornographic hookahs, and then began to mold large pieces of iron upon the incandescent forge with a glowing hammer and tongs. For hours, the Tantradox labored, chanting and casting tantric spells all the while. Sacrificial animals were reeled in from the abattoirs on giant meathooks. The meathooks were all interconnected by an elaborate series of chains and pulleys, and traveled along a labyrinth of grooves carved into the ceilings, a labyrinth of grooves that stretched throughout the entire fortress. The hanging beasts were eviscerated as they dangled over the forge, their entrails dropping onto the hot iron and burning like gargantuan cigarettes, hissing like snakes and whipping about like unrestrained hoses before melting and disintegrating. Some of the animals were cut down from the hooks and burned alive, their blood and sizzling gore smoldering and dissipating until they were at one with the glowing iron. All the while, the Tantradox continued to hammer away at the slabs of iron.
Many hours later, the Tantradox held two new weapons in its hands: a large broadsword and a small iron maiden. Drelrei hefted the black hilt of the newborn sword in his cloven hands, then tested its crimson blade upon Siamese twin manticores that had been hauled in from a nearby abattoir. Drelrei raised the broadsword over his head and with one blow sundered the Siamese twin manticores.
The manticores fell to the ground as two creatures, freed at last from the surgeries committed upon their flesh by the Tantradox. The manticores bled and crawled around, then circled the Tantradox from either side, stalking their tormentor. Drelrei split the manticores again, one vertically from skull to tail, the other at the midpoint of its spine. All four halves remained alive, twitching and spasming. The Drelrei hacked at the mutilated manticores again and again, until sixty-four bloody pieces were quivering upon the laboratory floors. When the manticores finally died, their souls went to Hell in sixty-four pieces, sundered yet surviving separately, like dissected earthworms. A wicked smile spread across the faces of Drelrei and Junisia. The Soul Cleaver had been forged, and now the Necrodelic and the Oneirophage would know the anguish of being separated and divided from one's own self, of being mutilated to the point where one lost all sense of identity, and they would spend the eternity of Hell in faceless, unrecognizable, tortured spiritual anonymity. Their eons of evolution would be reversed, and they would devolve from demons into beasts, beasts into invertebrates, invertebrates into viruses, viruses into microorganisms. They would know the torment which the Tantradox had suffered at their hands a thousandfold. Their spirits, like those of the manticores, would be sent to Hell in fragments and morsels, bloody pieces of microscopic meat, thus multiplying their damnations exponentially. Their suffering would become the new mythology, the mythology of post-eschatological Hell.
The Tantradox turned its attention to the still-smoking iron maiden, a red and black rectangle of torture, like twin beds of nails on hinges. Drelrei placed himself against its right monolith of crimson spikes, Junisia upon its left. Slowly, the incandescent iron maiden closed around them, until they were face to face. Its scorching spikes penetrated their scaled backs and dinosaur tails, and its hot metal stuck to their carnelian skin. The Tantradox folded itself together like a butterfly, the iron maiden squeezing them closer and closer until their black nipples touched, their tongues entered each other's mouths, and Drelrei's enormous phallus penetrated Junisia'
s vast vagina. The iron maiden fell over, half-closed, half-open, and within its broiling, impaling confines, the Tantradox made love, the freshly sewn-together flesh between their shoulders, chests, abdomens, hips, and legs fusing, welding, cauterizing, and hermetically sealing itself together again, even more strongly than before, in the scorching heat of the device. The spikes tore puncture wounds in their backs as they thrust against one another, pain and pleasure joining into one Siamese twin entity in their conjoined bodies, and culminating in a simultaneous orgasm that was at once both unbearable ecstasy and excruciating torment, nirvana and Hell in a double helix of light and darkness, sex and death, that possessed Drelrei's phallus like angry ghosts and their poltergeists, ejaculating fire and ice, attacking Junisia's womb like a rabid demon from within.
An hour later the ensorcelled iron maiden swung back open, like the brimstone gates of Hell. Drelrei and Junisia stepped from its steaming crimson confines, their skin sticking to the hot red spikes in black gelid masses of oozing flesh, their genitals dripping with scorched sperm and semen. Drelrei held the Soul Cleaver aloft in his cloven hand, while Junisia closed the Handheld Iron Maiden with her own, gripping its still-cooling sable exterior by a handle betwixt its hinges
Thusly armed and reborn, their love renewed, their identity regained, the Tantradox was prepared for one ultimate battle with the Necrodelic and the Oneirophage, one final crusade for vengeance and victory, one more armageddon in the seemingly endless procession of armageddons in the apocalyptic demon war, with eternal damnation hanging in the balance and the Jh'a'vyraa the lone prize.
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Atop the Stormtower of the Fiendfarms, as clouds began massing in the skies, attached to a giant crane by a hook buried deep in Junisia's womb, the Tantradox performed an elaborate fertility rite and birthing ritual. Junisia swallowed mouthful after mouthful of eelworms, forcing them whole into her throat and stomach, then smoked writhing piles of them from pornographically sculpted bongs, which were filled not with water but with hot bubbling sperm or boiling amniotic fluid. Meanwhile, Drelrei filled and refilled several syringes with the squirming parasites, injecting them into his Siamese twin lover's genitals and visibly bloating, impregnated abdomen. Junisia's womb was turgid and bulbous with both an infestation of eelworms and a gigantic, gestating embryo. The ceremony of tantric sorcery had commenced.
Junisia began to feel the effects of the eelworms. The vaginas of the crawling parasites were located in the center of their bodies, like the nucleus of an atom, the fulcrum of a torture device, or the sun of a solar system. Their flesh, their entire bodies, their organs, systems, and lives, all revolved around their vaginas, for it was these which were the source of their mysterious, sexual powers. Now, having gorged herself upon the creatures and ingesting them with a ritualistic trinity of possession, Junisia had obtained those powers for herself and for her conjoined mate. The Tantradox now possessed the black magic of the eelworm, the tantric sorcery of the eelworm, and would forevermore be part eelworm in flesh, mind, and soul.
With the instincts of an eelworm, with eelworms in her guts and dripping from her every orifice, with eelworms for familiars and eelworms for her shamanic animal-guides, Junisia began to grow her vagina larger. As the birthing contractions became stronger, Junisia's vagina visibly expanded, pushing her thighs further and further apart and billowing over her abdomen. Like an eelworm, Junisia's vagina was now her body's nucleus, her flesh's fulcrum, her spirit's star. Her vagina engulfed her reproductive system, growing in size until it dwarfed the entire body of the Tantradox. Her vagina distended and seemingly detached itself from her flesh, being borne away on the gargantuan curving mass of her womb.
The adamantium crane that had been erected atop the Stormtower lowered its hook. The hook buried itself deep in Junisia's vagina and lifted the Tantradox into the air. It swiveled and extended and swung the Tantradox over the rooftops of the Fiendfarms, then came to a halt, dangling the incubus and succubus gemini like demonic bait. Below, Drelrei and Junisia observed the artificial lake which they had built atop their citadel, its waters still and tranquil beneath the cloudy skies.
Junisia's womb continued to swell like an air bladder until its size rivaled the Fiendfarms themselves. A giant green fetus squirmed within, already larger than its parents, but eclipsed by its own birth-prison. Junisia's vagina had become a cavernous maw, an abyss dwarfing the meathook that had been driven between her labia and shoved deep inside like a sadomasochistic dildo. Junisia was an eelworm demoness, an eelworm demiurge, being dominated by her own sexual organs, her ballooning womb growing as rapidly as plague, as large as a rotunda or basilica, and then as massive as an amphitheater or a colosseum, before finally reaching a size large enough to accommodate the birthing mass of the leviathan mutant the Tantradox had programmed into its own genes.
Various slaves in the Tantradox' dominion, Siamese twin beasts and demons, wearing a myriad of spiked-leather harnesses, saddles, yokes, straitjackets, and other such bondage devices, some leading others on leashes and studded collars, attended to their master and mistress like midwives and wet nurses, walking in single file along the arete of the crane's arm to reach them, scrabbling over the gigantic womb itself, or being raised from the sides of the Fiendfarms on circular platforms adorned with yin-yang symbols. They brought the Tantradox more eelworms and anesthetics, chalices of liquid anodyne, and hookahs and syringes full of opium.
With tricklings of blood and amniotic fluid running down its curved sides, the giant womb lurched and spasmed, the embryo inside rapidly and visibly becoming a fetus, the entire incubation process taking place in mere minutes. When all was ready, the creatures attending their pregnant mistress maneuvered the arm of the crane so that Junisia's swollen, hundredfold labia hung loosely over the lake constructed atop the Fiendfarms. The eelworm transformation of Junisia's womb and vagina, complete with miniscule Tantradox dangling like a cilia from its bulbous spherical mass, just like eelworm mothers hung by a small thread from their own disproportionate wombs, had been executed to tantric perfection. Junisia's eelworm vagina had a will of its own now, and was able to deliver the monstrous spawn without prodding.
The giant green head of a kraken emerged from betwixt Junisia's dripping labia, the skull of a leviathan too colossal to be birthed by the vagina of a normal-sized beast or demon, which was the reason the Tantradox had performed the tantric eelworm ceremony. The kraken burst free in an explosion of placenta, amnion, and blood, and where the back of its skull should have been there was another face, identical to the one in front. As the birthing contractions continued, the conjoined nature of the krakens was slowly revealed, an exact replica of itself front and back, Siamese twin leviathans fused at the spine, a horrific Janus-monstrosity of hideous symmetry.
The Tantradox watched the birth through the translucent membranes of its womb, still dangling like a cilia from the sealed-in vagina. Hanging by the crotch, the Tantradox looked on as the Janus Kraken was deposited into the lake atop the Fiendfarms with a thunderous splash, and then sank beneath the depths in a roseate swirl of bubbles, blood, and afterbirth.
The Janus Kraken had been successfully bred and birthed, but the purpose of the giant eelworm womb was only half-fulfilled. The Tantradox now began eating, smoking, and injecting earthworms and nightworms flown to them by conjoined harpies, as well as the eggs of vultures, hawks, eagles, archaeopteryxes, phoenixes, rocs, and cockatrices, brought to them by their Siamese twin slaves which walked the arm of the crane in a solemn procession, descended its long hook, and delivered their offerings to their overlords before being taken away on the rising circular platforms. The harpies sacrificed their own eggs and newborn children to the Tantradox as well. Drelrei and Junisia ingested the sacrifices, all the while singing and chanting in the ancient language of birds and avian demons. After several hours of ingesting earthworms, nightworms, and the eggs of myriad species in every stage of development and decay, a colossal black form appeared within the gigantic womb l
ike a shadow. The summoning was complete. The avian fertility demoness had arrived.
Immense wings beat, and three gigantic beaks tore through the membrane of the Tantradox' swollen womb as though it were an egg. The gibbous vagina exploded causing eelworms and gore to rain across the entire Fiendfarms and leaving the Tantradox hanging from the hooked crane by its original womb, which was now shrinking back to its normal size. Junisia was reeled back into her vagina by the crotch, which gradually reattached itself and healed. Meanwhile, the Siamese twin incubus and succubus beheld the Geryon Baal'Striga hovering above, the three-headed thunderbird which they had called forth from its infernal nest upon a darker world.