Winter in hell. Chapter Two. The Angel.

I couldn’t believe it, it worked. Just like Tzu promised. From the moment Edward came inside his sisters tight little pussy, he had ceased to exist. His limp body slumped on top of her, his cock still spurting cum into her womb. Winter touched Ed’s face, his vacant expression staring into her bright blue eyes. She kissed him gently on the forehead, and then like a piece of trash. Shoved him off her bed onto the floor, where he landed with a thud. Winter began rubbing her nipples, playing with her pussy, so sensitive, like nothing she had ever experienced before.

“Having fun?”

Tzu stood beside Ed’s almost lifeless body, his blue eyes now two pools of black ink, trained on her pussy. Winter could see the outline of his cock, and she was in that moment, both terrified of, and hungry for it.

“What about he… him?”

“As agreed.” Tzu handed Winter a knife, ornate, beautiful, and stained with thousands of years of blood and death. “Pierce the heart, give me the soul, and the body is yours.”

“Its not right now?”

“If you … refuse, to finish him. Or thought you could outsmart me, the dealing demon, and planned to back out of the deal before you pay for the goods, well…”

“Two souls for the price of one.”

Tzu chuckled, or what passed for a demon chuckling. Twirling the dagger in his hand as he came closer, and closer, and closer still. He pushed his body against mine and took a long deep breath of my decent.

“But I dont smell a cheat, or a coward.” He brought the knife to my throat, tracing down with the point until he reached my breasts. The blade was cold on my nipple and it sent shivers all over my body as he ran it down my stomach, down. To my new full and still throbbing womanhood. “I smell desire.” I stumbled back, falling onto my sisters bed. “If you ever want to feel the pleasure you have so long wished for, then I suggest you take this dagger, and drive it into your old heart before I swap you back and let her do it.” And with that Tzu flung the dagger to the ground. Before I could say a word he had vanished through a cloud of smoking shadows. My eyes, they stared back at me, hate and fear and confusion. She was trapped in me, and about to die in me.

“I know this must be as strange and confusing for you as it is for me.” I took the dagger, my new feminine hand shaking and my legs weak as I slowly approached my old flesh.”But in the end, if you had the choice between your darkest wishes becoming true or continuing to live the shit hand you’ve been delt.” I straddled her, the skin of my old self was cold with sweat. I looked into the eyes of my sister. Strange, they were still her eyes, the only evidence if you looked close enough to notice.”I know you would do the same.” I gave her the grin, her own shit eating grin, and I drove the dagger through her chest into her heart.

I felt a shiver run through me, down my spine and through my new womanhood. Not of fear or disgust at murdering my sister, who despite being a bitch now and again was really a good person. No, I could feel his approval. He gave me a taste of the pleasure he offered, and I liked it.

“Sleep now Winter, and when you wake. It will be as though he had simply faded away in sleep.”



The funeral was nice, small and full of my… well the fuckers who pretended they were my friends, my ex, her new boyfriend. Jo, Missy and TJ. It was surreal to say goodbye to that body, like waking up and checking you were still the same in the mirror… just in case. After that everything seemed to just jump ahead, it had been two weeks, and we all had moved on already. Tzu’s influence hanging heavy over our small town, an influence that only I knew was there. Like the smell of perfume the one you want but dosent see you is wearing. His whispers were few and far between after that night, but he was still there. Watching, wanting me. Mark was keeping his distance, probably a good thing, I didnt know what he and my sister were like around each other, well other than horny, honestly I didnt know how she was with anybody. It scared the shit out of me that someone would notice she was different if I started hanging around her friends, so for a while I played the grieving sister. Tzu said that however I was with them they would perceive as always being that way. Mark might notice a little bit of a change, being his little whitegirl virgin slut was now not so much a virgin, but I would deal with that when it came to it.

I put my time into adapting to my new self.