Testament 5: The Last Remnants of Humanity

Night had finally fallen upon the world as Minase sat at the end of his makeshift bed, waiting patiently for Ms. Takashiro to arrive. Holding his face in his hands, he hunched forward, thinking seriously about what Takashiro had told him.

"Does she really have to be sacrificed for this? Do I even have the nerve or strength to do it?"

It was these questions and more plaguing him in his small abode hidden against the furthest wall of the cathedral. Laying back, he let out a long, shaky sigh, all the implications and weights he would have to bear as a result of ending this all once and for all slowly became more than he wanted to handle. It was thanks to this stress that forced his body finally gave out, his heavy eyes closing. As if blinking, he awoke to Takashiro's soft, warm lips pressing to his own, waking him like a reversed sleeping beauty.

Sorry for making you wait so long, Minase."

"I-It's alright Takash...Hiroko. I'm pretty sure I needed the rest anyway,"

Takashiro's eyes glistened with desire as she crawled on top of Minase, placing her hips against his groin. Minase ran his cool hand along her flushed cheeks, sharing a small smile as he gazed helplessly into her eyes.

"You're still so beautiful, Hiroko...like an angel that fell from heaven,"

"That's...really sweet of you to say Minase. It's hard to believe it after everything that has happened to us both,"

"If you can forgive me for the awful things I did to you, I'll gladly grant any request you ask of me,"

"Stop punishing yourself. You were possessed. Let it go..."

"Still though, it's not something...mmmf..."

Takashiro silenced Minase with a firm kiss, her hands finding Minase's and squeezing them tight. Their carnal urges began to boil over after such a drought of love. Minase squeezed hers back, their tongues beginning to dance with one another as they let out a unified moan. Takashi slowly sat up, untying her robe, revealing her fully exposed body, whose entirety was meant to be taken in as she cast her robe to the side.

"God...you've got such a perfect body, Hiroko. Age has done nothing to change it,"

Takashiro let out a soft giggle as she began stripping Minase down, bit by bit kissing against his revealed flesh. Casting all articles to the side, Takashiro crawled on top of him, the friction of their touches igniting the flames of desire. Slowly, their fingers wove themselves into one another, their lips clashed aggressively as Takashiro ground her moist cunt along the curve of Minase's throbbing prick. Minase quivered beneath her, moaning helplessly into her mouth as she continued to slicken his crotch with her own. Pausing only for a moment, Minase let out a sudden loud gasp as he found his member becoming suffocated by Takashiro's warm, lusting insides, the walls of which clenched around him before she began to slowly bounce on his length.

"H-HIROKO!"

Minase let out a passionate cry as his prick poorly handled the raw feeling of Takshiro's crotch. He said suddenly that he would rush inside of her, twitching from her body with each release of his load. Feeling bad for losing it so fast, Minase tried to apologize, but Takshiro simply rolled onto her back, wrapping her arms around his neck as she guided his still throbbing cock back inside her.

"Give me more Minase! I need it badly!" Takashiro whined helplessly in his ear, Minase starting to thrust hard and deep, his erection refusing to subside despite his release. He let out a small cry as his strides grew longer and harder, Takashiro letting loose raw screams of lust, her legs tightly locking around him and her nails clawing at his back like an untamable beast.

The room began to spin as the two lovers fucked like insatiable teenagers with seemingly no end to their vigor and strife. It was as if they were making up for time now lost, the intensity of their passion like a blazing inferno. An hour had passed before they found themselves exhausted, their heavy breaths filling the small room and their sweat embedding the sheets of the bed. Minase pressed his chest to Takashiro's back, wrapping his arms around her in a loving embrace.

"How was it for you, Minase?"

"Sorry if this sounds disgusting, but I've never fucked like that or been fucked so hard before,"

"Hehehe, not bad for an old woman, huh?"

"Stop that! You're still a beautiful young woman; age is just a number."

"You're still as sweet as I remember, I'm so glad I was able to do this with you of all people one last time..."

The room grew silent as her words reached Minase's ears, his face burrowing into her short, but thick hair that covered her neck.

"Hiroko...do we really have to do this? Maybe we can just ignore it and live happily..."

Takashiro felt Minase shivering against him, his grip around her waist tightening as a light sob came from behind her.

"Can you really live with it, Minase? Knowing that Kitami is destroying countless lives as we speak?"

Minazuki let out a long, shaky sigh as she kissed Takashiro on the head, her hand moving down to link her fingers with his.

"No, I can't live with that. Not after what she did to Imari and countless others."

"It's because you still have a good heart, Minase. Despite everything you've done and suffered, you still want to save others."

"When should we do this?"

"We should do it tonight...I want this moment with you to be fresh in my mind when I go,"

Takashiro rolled over to look into Minase's eyes, giving him another soft kiss before embracing him tightly.

"Alright...we should go ahead and prepare ourselves. But before we do, I want you to have this,"

Reaching into her robe pocket, she handed Minase a key ring with three keys attached, all wrapped up in a sheet of paper.

"That's the address to my apartment. This is the key to my apartment, the key to my wall safe, and the key to my car. I have no need for these things now so they're all yours,"

"Thanks a lot, I guess this really means you're determined to go ahead with it,"

"I am, and I have no intention of leaving you out in the rain because of my selfishness,"

"Thank you...let's get going then,"


Days had gone by since her night with Michael, everything falling into place just as Kitami wanted, however, she also gained back a semblance of something she didn't want. Steam consumed the entirety of the bathroom in Kitami's commodious abode, water raining onto her head as she stood lifelessly beneath the scalding shower head. Her long brown hair enveloped the majority of her pale, waterlogged face as she gazed into the void, her past life plaguing her vision with better times. Before her violation and before her corruption, life was good and happy. Kitami's mouth shifted into a ferocious frown, her teeth uncontrollably clenched together, becoming revealed as a torrent of warm, salty tears ran down her cheeks.

"Why... do I still feel this way...! Why do I feel shame and disgust?!" Kitami snarled through gritted teeth, her brows furrowing into an enraged glare. Her nails began clawing into her own arms as they latched on like talons, digging their nails in deep to give rise to streams of blood; ever since the night she shared with her new apprentice, old wounds began to open, flooding her with emotions she wanted to kill off for good.

She began trembling with uncontrollable rage and despair, an ear-shattering scream finally escaping her lips as she tried to drown out the thoughts. Her shriek was almost inhuman, lasting for a solid minute before her throat began to burn, blood now dripping freely from her arms and mixing with the water at her feet. Her hands shook as she released her arms, the hot torrent stinging her wounds, the pain giving her a slight reprieve from her tormented thoughts.

"I want to make this go away. Maybe there's something in the book that can help me. Since I can't alter my own emotions with my magic..."

Kitami's wounds had begun to heal as she rinsed them off, cutting off the water to the shower and wrapping herself in a towel. The perks of living in her host's home were quite nice; all the amenities were plentiful, with some of the nicest care products money could buy. Sitting down at her desk, she vaguely gazed at her reflection before holding out her hand, and the Bible Black suddenly appeared in her hand.


The moon was bright and full as Takashiro and Minase arrived at the beginning of the end, the place it all started, where everything went to hell. That accursed basement where all the horrors and atrocities were born into the world to cover it in darkness. The door was blocked by a seemingly endless number of chains and locks, religious talismans plastered all over it in hopes that evil may no longer be able to enter the room.

Takashi raised his hand, and with a flick of his wrist the dozens of chains blocking the door came undone, clattering onto the ground and revealing the door to the sacrificial chamber. The two of them shared a moment of unease before Takashi finally opened the door to the evil sanctuary.

The room reeked of death and despair, blood stains tattooed into the walls and floors as well as the altar that was planted in the dead center of the room. Cultist markings created a maze of patterns on every surface, like graffiti on a subway car. Closing her eyes, Takashiro snapped her fingers, igniting all the nearly standing candles to illuminate the room before handing Minase the pages she had copied for the ritual. Searching along the farthest wall, Takashiro found loose bricks, quickly removing them to find the very sword used for the rituals, wrapped in a blood-stained sheet for safekeeping.

"I'm kind of glad this ending is where it all began. It feels like a genuine apology for everything I have caused,"

"You really can't forgive yourself, can you?"

"No...that's why I truly want to give up my life for a chance at righting the wrongs of the past,"

Minase began creating a ritual circle on whatever small patch of surface area he could find, making sure everything matched the pages perfectly before Takashiro handed him the ritualistic sword. She cast her robes to the floor, her frame completely nude as she climbed onto the altar, lying back on the cold, damp surface. Unwrapping the cross-shaped blade, he found that its sharp edges had been dulled and rusted by the blood that had stained it over the years.

"I'm sorry, but you have to be stabbed with this filthy thing..."

"It's all we have, Minase. Bare with it,"

Sighing heavily, Minase began memorizing the words in the dim light of the candles, clearing his throat before raising the sword hilt to his face.

"Obsecro te, o diabole, permitte animam istam foedae ovis mecum una fieri. Essentiam eius servire ac potens fieri omnes!"

Without hesitation, Minase plunged the foul blade into Takashiro's stomach. A loud, gasping "weeze" escaped her lips as she turned her tormented eyes to his with a painful smile.

"I love you. Please close your eyes, Minase."

"I love you too, Hiroko,"

Minase shut his eyelids as the room was flooded with a blinding light from the symbols he had drawn. Tears began cascading down his cheeks as he held the grip of the blade tightly, clenching his teeth to try and dull his anguish. Suddenly, a burst of hot liquids and fluids exploded all over his body, drenching him before more rained upon his head. As he remained still, the substance drenching him began seeping into his skin, becoming absorbed in mere minutes.

As the light from the symbols faded, Minase finally built up the courage to open his eyes, a gruesome sight now laid before him. The altar, floor, and ceiling of the room were splattered with blood, the smell of death growing thicker with each passing moment. Looking around, it was clear that Takashiro was no more, and upon that realization, Minase let out a ghastly scream as his power finally set in, his blood burning like lava as her energy coursed through him. Eyes opened wide, he stared at the blood-soaked ceiling, his eyes filling strange as his once emerald green eyes were now tinged red like blood.

"This power is hard to handle...!"

Minase growled as he felt control of his body being wrestled away from him, his will combating an unseen entity that now seemed to live within himself. He had felt this before, and knew all too well what it was: another demon had invaded his soul. With an otherworldly yell, Minase clenched his eyes shut as he used every inch of his power to tame the monsters within, a faint line of red light shining brightly until finally he was able to tame the beasts. His bloodshot eyes began to glow as he opened them, a smirk crawling on his face before flicking his wrist to the side, the sword suddenly shooting at a wall like a bullet, completely shattering it on impact.

"I'll avenge everyone Takashiro swears it... but before I do that..."

Minase felt an urge to laugh like a madman, suppressing it to his throat before stepping towards the exit.

"I need more power,"

As Minase stepped outside, his eyes flashed red for a moment, the sacrificial room became a smoldering ball of blue flames, all hot enough to melt any remnants of the room and more likely, the school itself, cleansing its twisted, sadistic past in a pit of hellfire


A sudden chill crept along Kitami's spine as she felt a sudden surge of demonic energy in her soul from a distant source. Taking a moment to analyze it, Kitami came to a crazy realization.

"...is that...Minase I'm feeling...?"

There was something off about it all: Minase was never powerful enough to emit such an aura. Closing her eyes, she focused harder on the sensation, suddenly feeling traces of Takashiro's aura mixed in with his own. As she came to her realization, her eyes shot open, and her towel fell to the floor.

"Takashiro really sacrificed herself to grant Minase her power...that means they know that I've returned. Aren't they going to try and stop me? After all these years?"

Kitami began quickly searching the Bible's Black texts to see if there were any stronger summoning rituals than the one that was performed on her. She hadn't ever had a need to grow more powerful nor did she ever desire to; she was plenty powerful as it was.

Page after page of Latin and French text crossed her eyes, diagrams and various other illustrations scattered throughout their pages until suddenly the pages fluttered to a screeching halt near the end of the depraved tome.

"Demon dominus asmodeus ritum convocans...perfect..." Kitami let out a fit of laughter, excitement engulfing her entire being as she read further. The more she read, the more depraved existence became to be. She knew that this ritual would finally rid her of any shred of humanity still remaining and finally fulfill her one true desire: plunging humanity into the same carnal abyss in which she ruled. She immediately removed her cellphone, calling Michael without a moment's hesitation.

"Hello? Is Amy there?"

"I need you to gather the followers and break into the school gymnasium...I have a particular ritual I want to perform on a much larger scale,"

Soft, muffled moans could be heard on the other side of the call. Michael tried his best to formulate words.

"Yes, my lady. I'll get everyone together. Rachel, stop it! I'm on...geh!"

Michael's back hit the ground with a thud in his room as Rachel angrily took him off his feet, clutching his backpack tightly.

"Who's the fuck calling me 'mistress Michael'?!"

"Looks like you've gotten yourself into some trouble, so I'll leave you to it."

Kitami chuckled as she hung up, now taking the time to memorize everything she needed for the ritual.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to say that about Rachel!"

Rachel kneed him in the nuts, causing a loud yelp of pain from him as she climbed on top of him, her hands clutching around his neck tightly with tears forming in the corners of her eyes.

"You've been cheating on me, haven't you?"

"No... I can't breathe."

Rachel's tears began dripping onto his bare chest as she shook, unable to control her actions. Michael rose a hand to her cheek, gently wiping away a tear with his thumb as the outer rim of his vision began to fade away. Rachel suddenly let go, feeling intense remorse like an ungrounded wire before kissing Michael over and over again, her hands clutching his shoulders firmly.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry!"

Rachel began to sob, but Michael lovingly pulled her lips to his, and they moaned as his prick throbbed beneath them.

"It's OK, really,"

"I wouldn't be able to go on if you cheated on me...so I'm sorry I lashed out at you! I'll do whatever you want, just please forgive me!"

Michael was slowly learning the consequences of the spell he had cast over her, and that frightened him.

"Holy shit, I didn't know she was so unhinged! She's so unstable that she really is going to kill me if I misstep again..." Michael whispered to himself as his amazonian girlfriend desperately pleaded for his affection. She slowly got up, bending over his bed before gripping her behind and revealing her rear hole.

"Want to fuck my ass?"

Michael immediately jumped to his feet, rushing up behind Rachel. He bent her head back to kiss her roughly, using his free hand to guide the head of his cock to her asshole before grabbing her waist and plunging it deep into her ass all the way to the base. Rachel let out a whorish, lustful cry as Michael moved both hands to her waist, wasting no time in ravaging her butt viciously.

Remembering that everyone was asleep, he smooshed her face into his blankets, forcing it down as he continued to sodomize her without restraint. Scream after scream came muffling out with every thrust, Michael now finding himself biting his own forearm to forcefully restrain his voice, finally plunging in one last time, reaching his breaking point and pumping thick loads of his semen. Although he had done this kind of thing so much now, he was beginning to grow concerned that the feeling may never fade away, that he may forever be a slave to this carnal, undying lust.

"Can you let me up now...?" Rachel's muffled voice asked, Michael snapped out of his trance to let her head up, slipped out of her so that she could lie on her back. She was panting heavily, her eyes rolled as her chest heaved up and down vigorously.

"That was incredible. Seriously, I never knew being treated like an object could be so hot (hehehe)."

"What do you want me to buy you? A collar, or something?"

"Yes! I'd love that! In fact, that way everyone will know to back off from both of us."

"Hehe, whatever you want,"

Michael pushed those negative thoughts off a cliff as Rachel stood up and gave him a big hug, his head pressed between her bare breasts and receiving a loving squeeze.


It was a three-mile walk from the school to Takashiro's apartment complex. Minase felt his legs about to give out as he trudged up four flights of stairs until reaching her apartment door. Opening it, it was quite the sight. Although it was rather lavish, as a result of Takashiro living at both the shrine and the church, it hadn't been cleaned in some time. A thin layer of dust covered everything, but fortunately, the lights were still on, indicating that the water was running as well.

"This will do nicely. But first, I need to crash..."

Roaming down a hall, he easily found Takashiro's bedroom. It was very modern, with sharp-edged furniture and square knobs throughout the decor. Minase immediately tore off the dust-covered comforter and threw it to the ground, revealing relatively clean sheets that he could partake in. Too exhausted to undress, he collapsed onto the bed, Takashiro's scent leading him to one of her bed's pillows.

"I can't act weak anymore...I can't BE weak anymore..." Minase thought, his body suddenly twitching as he felt another wave of Kitami's energy wash over him. Disgust coursed through his veins until the feeling finally subsided.

"I will end this, I will end you, Kitami,"

To Be Continued...