Thalia and the Witch

Thalia stirred awake; the peasants' screams still ringing in her ears - a dream; she remembered. No ghouls now stalked Gavony's alleys. Avacyn's return had suppressed the peoples' fears. Over the mountains in Stensia even Castle Falkenrath burned to the delight of a host of invigorated Cathars.

Goldnight was upon Thraben, and the Wolfir at its borders were swift to fell any skaberen or ghoulcaller treading the fengrafs under cover of sunlight; pleading simple admiration of their ancestors blessed sleep. In the glory of Avacyn's return, Thalia had joyously caroused like all the others suffused with hope by their angelic protector, and fallen into the arms and beds of any who would have her.

Drunk on hope and malt brew for Goldnight, Thalia had thus again fallen during the abeyance of her duty. But for all the strength of her people and their church, dark dreams yet came to her. An urge aroused by the dark stranger who'd lain siege to the Helvault throbbed painfully at her womb; being sheath to a throng of swordsmen had not sated the hunger within her. She closed her eyes and the soft curves of the interloper filled her mind again.

Thalia bit her lip and threw her eyes open again defiantly. The church frowned on this affliction, the curse of Scheidefluch; even she would not be taken openly under the wings of Avacyn if the new Lunarch discovered it; yet Thalia's fascination with the demon temptress Liliana Vess would not pass from her mind - in months of searching under the guise of vigilance Liliana had yet eluded all her forces - even the keen noses of the greatest tracker wolves could find no trace of her; and so in desperation of sating the lust that scalded her lap, Thalia sought out the only fitting replacement at hand for the fair necromancer; Gisa, prisoner of the church, long sealed in the cathedral's tomb with sanctified dead immune of her depredations.

Gisa would pay another penance to Innistrad on this Goldnight in satsifying the curse of womanly urge.


Thalia descended to the catacombs in her fighting gear intent on purging the shame of her curse absent only the armor of her womanhood; her sodden lips ached at the bloomers drawn over them and so the soft deerskin of her knight-captain's uniform clung to the damp skin and gripped her as tightly as a gloved hand as Thalia glided down the stairs in exquisite agony.

When she arrived at the mausoleum door Thalia was half-tempted to throw the guard to the floor and order him to satisfy her lust or pay the price of joining Gisa within the tomb when she noticed the conspicuous bulging 'neath the laces of his pants, but the curse drove her onward; she resisted only by evil magic the desire to play scabbard until before the Goldnight passed, but in answering the question set by the sentry she revealed far too much of her intentions in the stain left on his thigh when she pressed her dampness against him and breathily whispered her demands for both entry and his holy symbol, the torch of Avacyn.

The confused young guard flung the door open at once, and as Thalia held the torch aloft a pulse of Avacyn's power flowed through her. Thalia doubled over as her lips throbbed at her and with desperate effort she moaned that the door be sealed.

In a far, dark, corner sat the captive Gisa, pale and unkempt; though not limited of opportunities to renounce her evil and ascend into the light, Gisa had refused them all the same. Only a far torch lit the dim tomb, and the disfigurements of the holy dead shewed the lesson not to tamper with the dead had yet fallen dead upon Gisa's mind, yet Thalia heard as she drew closer the sounds of sadness; whimpering and ragged breaths through a wet throat.

Thalia drew upon her captive with magnificence equal that of the fateful hour Liliana had broken her spirit; and as she took Gisa by the chin with a thick-gloved hand, Thalia's lip quivered at the memory of the foul master of undeath's power falling over her.

"Lie with me now, witch."


Gisa looked up at Thalia with trembling eyes. The futility of her attempted necromancy had long ago robbed Gisa of her will to resist any decree of Avacyn; and as through the torch-light's glow the champion of Thraben channeled angelic divinity; Gisa thought she looked upon Avacyn herself.

Thalia brought Gisa's eyes equal to her own and thrust her lips against her prisoner's. Gisa struggled against her own confusion - was it a trick - had Avacyn come finally to take her life - she stood frozen in panic as Thalia forced her embrace.

When finally Thalia released her, Gisa fell back against the wall fearfully. Thalia sneered at her captive and thrust the torch toward her angrily.

"You will absolve me of this curse or be redeemed by the great oak in the yard!"

Gisa turned from the blazing light as it seared her long-entombed eyes, but denying Thalia her gaze did nothing to stop the Cathar's onslaught.

Thalia set the torch aside the other on the near wall and thrust one of the corpses clear of its resting place. She spoke to Gisa now with a voice soft as angels' feathers, the angelic power waning in the moment of disturbing the corpse.

"Come to me now, witch, and you will not suffer."

Gisa turned back and stared in wonder as Thalia stripped herself of her knightly garb. First the gloves and boots, then her smock, and finally Thalia stood there in the torchlight, unclothed above the waist, and beckoned to her. Gisa tremblingly crept toward her and when she had drawn close enough, Thalia took her hand and thrust it beneath the waist of her leathers and ground Gisa's palm against herself. She forced Gisa's fingers into a pair and thrust them deep within her, and rocked on her heels against Gisa's hand.

Thalia shuddered and gasped as Gisa's soft fingers dug into her, and fell against her prisoner again for a kiss which, this time, found an eager recipient. Thalia put her arms around Gisa and threw her atop the cold slab, and stripped the penitent's costume.


Gisa's unkempt raven locks fell gently around her cream-white breasts once Thalia had torn off her rough sackclotch jersey. The shadows playing off of Thalia's hair framed her face and it was for Thalia as close as she would come to seeing again her fascinating tormentor. She thrust Gisa back against the slab and tore at the strings still binding the leathers to her legs. In a moment's flurrying of fingers they were gone, and Thalia athletically leapt atop the slab and knelt overhead her prisoner; bending her knees and swiveling her hips forward such that her soft platinum hair brushed against Gisa's nose.

Gisa looked up at her captor in fear as Thalia's eyes flickered in the reflected torchlight, and Thalia bucked her hips forward to plant the dripping dewiness against Gisa's lips. She drove herself more and more violently downward with each thrust, and twitched in delight each time as Gisa's resistance slowly collapsed. After a long moment by the fifth stroke against her face, Gisa ventured to part her lips and sucked at the sopping mound Thalia ground against her.

With care not to impart the barest hint of teeth, Gisa tugged at the petals of Thalia's femininity with her lips, and struck out with her tongue to explore her swampy nethers; Why, she wondered, had she spent so much time cavorting with corpses when lithe and lively girls like Thalia wished so strongly to force themselves upon her?

Gisa suckled and slathered at her captor's damp lap, burying her nose in the blonde mat of girls and inhaling as much of Thalia as she could; if they meant finally to take her to the rope. Gisa would suck from her last living companion all the joy she could find. After long enough, a flood of juices spilled from Thalia's lap and splashed on Gisa's face like so much blood spurting from a vampire's accursed.

Thalia fell back upon the length of Gisa's body and shuddered until Gisa at last withdrew from her lips. Thalia lay atop her for but a moment before she sprung up again.

Thalia vaulted up from the slab and hurried to recover the garments strewn across the room. Liliana's haunting was shed as the tide broke within her, and as the clouds of lust shifted away to let Avacyn's light shine once more on her mind, Thalia felt again the shame which would surely come if anyone found the secret of her tryst.

Thalia had only just put her feet through the legs of her pants when she felt Gisa's cold hand upon her. Thalia's eyes spun cast about for the torch and she grasped it again, too late to stop Gisa's lips from crushing against her own. The greasiness of it disgusted her; the stink thrust under her nose; and Thalia angrily pushed her captive away.

Though willing to comply with whatever desires would spare her life; Gisa's loneliness-afflicted mind screamed at her to stop Thalia's simply using her and leaving her in the tomb; in her old life Gisa had not even treated corpses so callously. She clutched desperately at Thalia's nethers again, desperate to let that sweet warmth envelop her.

A tragic slip of her fingers would've brought Gisa only the noose, but as with divine luck, she'd found the hard nub at the peak of Thalia's holy arch; and, knowing even if Thalia did not the power of it, ground her palm against it as her fingers flew up to scratch against the velvet interior of the soft girls body.

Thalia's resolve froze within her; breaking out in gooseflesh as a crippling chill ran over her skin from the tomb-coldness of Gisa's clammy hands. She gasped and staggered as her legs shook once more. Thalia moaned and pushed Gisa's hand away from her; but before Thalia could smite her with all her thunderous wrath the torchlight blazed brighter again; Avacyn's light flooding her eyes brought her back from the brink, and a peculiar thought snuck into her mind.

"If you will not be redeemed by Avacyn's love, you will know the displeasure of her hatred!"

Gisa fell back upon the slab and Thalia thrust the butt of her torch into the necromancer.

Gisa yelped as the symbol of Avacyn plunged into her. She'd expected a great deal of pain, but as the cold metal filled her, Gisa felt only elation. Soon it no longer felt metallic at all. Thalia withdrew the torch enough to try again to plumb her fully, so enraged was she at Gisa's recalcitrance she gripped the torch by its fiery horns without thinking. Gisa wailed in ecstasy as the torch-handle filled her to the brim and a wave of power bursting from the flaming end knocked Thalia to the floor.

She recovered herself after a moment's repose on the floor, considering the blasphemous act to which the Scheidefluch had driven her, and rose to find the torch transformed, and Gisa impaled upon a rod of pure silver. Thalia found it warm as sunlight to the touch, and as Gisa's head lolled to the side, childlike giggling coming between ragged gasps for breath, Thalia withdrew the rod, in hope that the heretic's punishment had not been fatal.

The once-torch bore obscene engravings and reliefs showing Avacyn herself, seemingly over a long and changing era, first suffering and then reveling in the depredations of fiends - a chronicle of her years languishing in the helvault. Gisa screamed eagerly for Thalia to thrust the divine rod into her, but before she would give the witch her pleasure, Thalia ventured to test the relic's power..

She sat astride the tomb where Gisa rested and slipped the rod between her lips. Immediately the lustful curse vasished, and Thalia gazed down in amazement as her nethers glowed, a ray of sunshine blazed within her, as warm and perfect as a New Moon's day. It shone hot pink through her skin, and as Thalia rejoiced in this unexpected new respite of the cursemute, her thoughts swiveled, as did her eyes, upon a more noble task; and unwilling to spare one moment of the glory of Avacyn's instrument from her body, Thalia tumbled across the top of the slab and thrust the moonsilver back into the maw of hell.

Gisa giggled as the silver symbol filled her with its warmth. The chamber flooded with light as the two girls' bodies glowed with Avacyn's power; Thalia pushed the rod into Gisa's body as far as it allowed and then thrust her hips forward until the end sunken into her own depths found her bottom. Gisa simply lied still and laughed, rolling her head about in childlike ecstasy, as Thalia rocked back and forth against it.

To Gisa the heat transcended the sun's rays and grew hotter by the moment; the light, so bright it shone even through her closed eyelids, had become searingly hot; and yet she felt not pain but relaxation as it melted away the madness from her mind. Her mind drifted back to the earliest days she could remember, when she had first seen Avacyn kiting across the sky and only grown bitter for lacking of wings - it was that day she'd turned against the light; but now it returned, thanks to the young Cathar's grace.

Thalia, too at last felt the curse flowing out of her, and looking down at her prisoner watched dark emanations flee the both of them, and slowly even her lust subsided as the rod jammed betwixt the two of them cooled to the normal quality of silver.

Thalia fell upon the slab exhausted, and dripping with sweat, and lie there for a good minute before Gisa rose opposite her and wiped her brow dry.

"Thalia, was it?"

The Knight-Captain nodded silently.

"I'm sorry about... all that stuff that happened... trying to kill everyone - it was just something I was trying to do to... feel like my own person. You know, different. Uh... can I meet Avacyn?"

Thalia rolled off the slab and hugged Gisa around her shoulders.

"Of course."

Far above in the loft, the Archangel opened her eyes and found her sisters staring at her in confusion.

"Are you all right, Avacyn? You've been shouting for some time now."

The angel smiled contentedly and slipped a hand between her legs; her soft panties had come over completely slick.