Mad Minerva

     Instant recap: Mindy is keeping her demons at bay by working on the farm, taking vitamin megadoses, and getting support from her kindred. She & Sam have fallen in love, but she tells him that sexual arousal invokes the hellish entities.

8. Demon King

     On her weekly day off from farmwork (in addition to Sunday, which everyone took off together) Mindy’s favorite pastime was exploring the mansion. It was as vast as a castle and filled with fascinating artifacts and memorabilia, so there seemed no end to interesting discoveries. She had now become acquainted with the rudiments of the history of the Kin of Aries and its parent clan, the Solarian Sodality founded by the legendary forefather, Marcus. She knew that in the latter’s heyday in the 1970s and ’80s Soul Haven was inhabited by over a thousand people, many of whom had lived in the now-empty rooms of the manse, and, happily for Mindy, had left behind lots of belongings for various reasons. Diana had told her that they planned to eventually go through it all, extract the notable material, and create a museum in some of the grander rooms; the challenge, of course, was finding the time to do it. Meanwhile, here it all was, a treasure-trove of Caribbean proportions.

     Today she was meandering through the topmost of the five floors, and pushed open the door of yet another room. She fairly gasped in anticipation, for she saw books and binders filling shelves and scattered over furniture and the top of a large desk, on which also sat a manual typewriter covered with dust. She was equipped with some cleaning materials and now brought them around to the chair that was still parked at the desk, dusted it off and sat down. Her eye was caught by a stand-up framed picture near the typewriter; she wiped the glass and saw a photo of a table full of people in what may have been a large restaurant, with a view of an upper deck in the background. The photo centered on two people grinning at the camera, a tall well-dressed man whom Mindy recognized as Marcus, with his arm around a shorter man whose attire had a theatrical element. Handwritten at the bottom were the words “Marcus & Victor at the Med, 1980”.

     She gasped again at the realization that this room must have been the workspace of Victor Noble, Marcus’ biographer and “court historian”. What better place could there be to find priceless relics and invaluable documents about the clan’s backstory! She quickly got down to business, dusting and browsing things hither and thither. Victor’s personal notes were filled with intriguing tidbits, but the style was too idiosyncratic to follow it very far in any direction. Some documents held her spellbound for long interludes, but then she found something that set off bells and whistles in her head: a photo album. It was huge, a true relic of the 20th century with pictures of various sizes arranged geometrically with adhesive corners. She set it on the desk and raptly turned over page after page.

     She was struck by a full-page photo of a blonde woman who was absolutely stunning, wearing a clingy minidress and striking a provocative pose. She guessed that it was Venus, of whom the kindred had told some wonderful stories, describing her as a “Shakti Vrilya”, meaning that she had a charged combination of sexual magnetism and high energy. There followed some photos of Marcus and Venus that verged into the erotic, even depicting foreplay. Then came a mind-blower: Marcus sitting between two women, his arm around the one on the left who was breastfeeding a baby, and his hand on the bare knee of the other woman, who was Venus. Mindy had been told that Marcus practiced polygamy, and this was clearly a picture of it. She was a little bit shocked by it ~ and more than a little aroused.

     Frustration was the discordant keynote of Mindy’s sexual life, or lack of it. She was filled with energy, and was no doubt a Vrilya herself, but whenever it went in an erotic direction disaster inevitably followed. The worst was the horror of her only would-be lover “catching” her demon, but serious self-stimulation usually evoked the critters too, and orgasm always. The result was that although she had the competence and strength of a seasoned adult, and could tap into the wisdom and power of a Goddess, she was at an extremely juvenile stage of sexual development, tangled with unfathomed lusts and fringed with kinky inclinations. Whenever anything aroused her it usually triggered an alarm which led her to desist; but there was something about the present situation and the pictures of people with whom she felt a familial bond which deactivated the Aegis and drew her to delve further into the album.Hell’s

     She came to a two-page spread that exploded upon her senses and rocked her back in her seat in disbelief. The photos were in a lush tropical setting and the people were dressed ~ barely ~ in the garb of jungle natives. Of course they were all white (though nicely tanned), and many of both sexes were very attractive young people. When her wits regathered Mindy recalled the kindred talking about Ramarland, a jungle colony founded by Marcus. It had seemed so far out that she wasn’t able to stretch her imagination into it, but now here it was before her eyes, the vibrant visible evidence. Some of the women wore loincloths of merely a flap in the front and back, topped by the skimpiest of halters. A couple stood in an arms-around-the-back pose; in his free hand the man held a bow as long as he was tall, while the woman covered her bare breasts with her other arm. The man wore a speedo-type loincloth, and Mindy sucked in her breath when she noticed that it bulged with an erection.

     Mindy had adopted the custom of her Kin of Aries sisters and begun wearing dresses every day. Today she had on a soft new muslin on which she had embroidered her personal icons and the sigils of the Kindred. It had a billowy knee-length skirt, so her hand had easy access to her loins, and stimulated them fluidly and subliminally ~ that is, completely below the threshold of her conscious attention, which was riveted on the outrageously sexy jungle photos.

     Suddenly Mindy became aware of a presence in the room in front of her. Thinking that one of the kindred had come in through the open door, she looked up ~ and screamed in terror. Standing before the desk was a hideous demon; it was eight feet tall and cast in the classic form of the Devil, with brick-red skin reeking of brimstone, horns, a goatee, and a long serpentine tail with an arrow-shaped tip. The only anomaly was that he wore the elegant garb of a Renaissance nobleman. “Who the hell are you?” shrieked Mindy, for she had never seen the like of this particular apparition.

     The creature doffed his plumed hat, bowed handsomely, and said, “Pleased to meet you, Milady. You’ve guessed from whence I’ve come, so surely you can guess my name.”

     Mindy recouped her inner forces, gritted her teeth, and said: “Mick Jagger!”

     The Devil was affronted. His tail lashed out like a whip and smacked her in the face, almost knocking her over. Shocked by the blow, Mindy gripped the desk for balance, looked upward and chanted at the top of her voice: “Minerva-Athena, come to me now!”

     Nothing happened. The Devil laughed viciously and said, “What has a douche like you to do with Minerva? She is chaste and pure in body, mind, and spirit, whereas you have been polluting yourself for the past half-hour.”

     Mindy’s heart sank in horror as for the first time she became aware of her erotic absorption in the photo album ~ and then realized that her vagina was wet, almost dripping. She had betrayed herself ~ and her Goddess! And now she cowered at the demon in quivering fear.

     He grinned at regaining the upper hand and leered at her sadistically, saying: “How wise of you to be courteous to your betters! In sooth you were bound to guess wrong, though the man you were slavering over in those photos would have known my name, and his wives as well. For I am Mephistopheles, the special nemesis of all who served the late, great White Imperium, and of those who wish to restore it, like your contemptible Kin of Aries.”

     Mindy flushed at the insult to her kindred, but Mephistopheles flicked his tail menacingly and she was cowed. He continued: “I am now Le Roi du Monde, the King of the World, the power behind every throne and contender thereto, whether of the left, the right, or even the simpering middle. Those boot-licking lackeys and their chocolate-brown hordes would rejoice to serve me forever, and only divine intervention could stay my course. Alas and alack, it’s happened: the white light of Thule has assumed human form in a certain accursed brat. Thus I regretfully consented to share my dominion and take unto me a Queen. Her power has only begun to blossom, and when ripe it will exceed my own. But I have no choice, and have acceded to serve in what after all is my eternally-destined role as the Deuce.”

9. Deal with the Devil

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