Witch's Desire

Trifecta: Week Seventy-Four
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...

ECSTASY (noun)

1

a : a state of being beyond reason and self-control

b archaic : swoon

2

: a state of overwhelming emotion; especially : rapturous delight

3

: trance; especially : a mystic or prophetic trance

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.

  

Semantics

Trifextra: Week Sixty-Four

Congratulations to all the winners!  Wish I'd had time (and energy) to visit and comment on every one.  
I'm beginning to believe that most of mine are becoming character studies for my...uh,characters.

Anyway,
The Prompt: 
 This weekend we're asking for exactly 33 of your own words plus the following three words:

charge
century
lost
So 33 of yours plus 3 of ours means that everyone will have a 36 word response this time around.





"You lost my sword, Lillian?"

The demon bitch had been hounding her for the last century.  "It's not lost, Aslozoth."

"Then, let me amend the charge, witch," Aslozoth's eyes burned red.  "You stole my sword, Lillian?"

Fishing

100 Word Song – Dirty Work
This week, Rene aka http://nottherockefellers.blogspot.com/, chose Steely Dan's Dirty Work.




Aslozoth reached into the murky bog.  As her clawed fingers raked through the muck at the bottom, she admired the red glow of her eyes reflecting from the greasy water. 

Finally her hand closed around the object of her search. She settled on the squelching bank, examining her treasure.

The dull, green orb weighed heavy in her grip. She turned it round slowly, peering at the pattern just beneath the surface.

"There you are, Lillian!"  She drew one razor sharp claw down the stone.  "Who's dirty work is this?  That is some potent magic.  Now... how to get you out."