Congratulations to the Weekend winners!
I'm continuing the story of the witch and the demon. It's a prologue of sorts for my Chaos in Progress.
Now on to the prompt...
a : a state of being beyond reason and self-control
b archaic : swoon
: a state of overwhelming emotion; especially : rapturous delight
Lillian congratulated herself on accomplishing the spell banish Aslozoth. When Lillian had first called her up, she'd been pleased to see a feminine demon. She'd thought that would make the control easier.
Far from it. Aslozoth had an agenda all her own. It hadn't taken long for her to exert control over Lillian. It was a subtle seduction, leaving Lillian breathless in the power of the magic she was shown. Each new spell required levels of ecstasy she had never thought she could attain. Each lesson accompanied by a touch, caress, stroke, evoking physical ecstasy, almost an addiction.
Yet, Lillian was satisfied. Until she spied the sword. The demon's blade that could buy her the allegiance of the chief of Clan MacClarren, the strongest clan on the moors. An allegiance to fulfill a different lust. Power over a nation.
Aslozoth's laugh at her plan was a cruel noise in her ears.
A witch of lesser will would have ducked her head and continued to be the demon's pet.
A witch of lesser will would never think to steal a demon's blade.
Lillian had a will of iron as hard as the sword she coveted.