The Beginning of The Beginning

Just so everyone is on the same page as what's going on:
This is a blog written from a character's POV and about her life. I, Kiri Minney aka Kibykat, the writer, will from time to time, upload snippets of the story. Now the story is more R-rated than PG13, but i will not include any sexual scenes as its part of a larger story that is safely kept from children's reach. Blood, Gore, Violence, Sexual Innuendo and other things, but never full on sex. If you want that, you'll have to wait till its a published story. Sex is only free when its your own! ;) So, without much further ado, here is part of the beginning.

“When in disgrace with Fortune and men's eyes,
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,
And look upon myself and curse my fate”[1]

Sometimes, one can wonder when one’s life becomes a mystery surrounded by higher and more powerful mysteries. Mystery my ass, my mystery was how I ever came to be roommates with that black toting, teetotaler bitch who claimed to be Wiccan. But I’m getting ahead of myself here. You must be wonder why I’m cursing my freshman roomie from college…I’m certain you’re also questioning my sanity. But here’s the rub of the issue. I’m possessed by a Daemon and a powerful one at that. It’s not something I care to dwell on too much for too long. My daemon is quite nice to me. He was pissed at being brought here just as much as I was pissed at my roomie for summoning him. But when I walked in on her “little ceremony” only to find out I would end up being the sacrifice to her vanity, I was royally ticked.

I’m a Wiccan myself; well more like I’m a Magus, but it’s the 21^st century, not that many would know the difference. For me, seeing a Daemon summoned is anathema to who I am, or well, used to be. You see, it happened right around Ostara, or as the mundanes call it, First day of Spring. I was just returning from my late evening class when I walked in on the biggest surprise.

“Hello Tess! You’re just in time!” Lizzie said as she stared at me from the middle of the black chalk circle and symbols.

I starred in astonishment at our living room. Gone were the couch, the table, and the lamp; in the middle of the room was a circle with dark flames licking at the edges and a smoky scent of decay wafting through the air. I felt nauseated as I walked in and closed the door. I just couldn’t believe what I saw. Liz seemed like a normal, slightly misguided Wiccan when we started college last semester. A whole month away had changed something in her. I had never done any coven work with her, being from a group who do not like to mix with outsiders, but this had changed the whole game.

“Don’t be shy, come closer…you can step into the circle if you wish!” she laughed the last part.

“Oh, Lizzie…what are you doing?” I asked mournfully as I edged closer to the circle.

“Don’t you even think about bringing up any of your so-called “instinctive magic”, Tess. You couldn’t even hold a candle to what I am now. So don’t even try.”

I stopped and just starred. It was like looking at something that was once bright and shining; and then seeing the other side of the penny and all its corrosion. She was nude and glistening with sweat; from the working or from something else…I stopped as I noticed my dildo laying amongst a number of items that were all mine.

“You BITCH!” I gasped.

She had taken my hair brush, my favorite nightgown, a bottle of my expensive sea-salt body wash, and my dildo. And I knew she had used the dildo…it had her leftover juices all over it. I was pissed at this point. I mean, I could forgive her if she stopped right now and dismantled the circle with my help, but using my items to do whatever it was she was doing, fuck her. I could hear her laughing before I realized she was talking, but it wasn’t to me. She was looking into my black mirror; my expensive scrying mirror my priest brother had bought for me years ago.

“She’s here, you can have her soul if that’s to your liking, my Lord.” Lizzie said as she grinned evilly at me.

What the fuck…what in the flaming fuck had I stepped into. Lizzie had to be crazy; nothing could come out of my mirror, not even for me! I was completely flabbergasted. I watched as the mirror expanded in diameter, taking up half the circle. It was beyond anything I had seen. I was transfixed as I watched horns, then a head with glossy black hair and sharp, elven like ears and a face that was as handsome as it was ugly appear above the mirror surface. It’s head turned as its eyes starred at me, a smile tugging at its lips.

“My my my, what a pretty morsel, Lizabette. You’ve given me a rare treat.” It spoke as it pulled itself out of the mirror fully. A Daemon; a fully-fledged, beyond comparison, Daemon. I growled softly as it grinned more, showing a row of fangs. Goddess, it looked hungrily at me.

“Liz, what in the fucking hell is wrong with you!?” I yelled. I knew for a fact that no one else would hear this whole thing going down, since we had installed soundproofing foam on all the walls and doors.

Liz laughed, “Oh, that’s rich. You; asking me what’s wrong with me? Maybe it should be the other way around, what is wrong with you? You and your precious coven.” Her voice dripped with venom.

“You wouldn’t let me come with you for Mabon, and you refused to have me come with you for Samhain, so why would I think you cared about me? Why would I consider you even a witch if you wouldn’t let me join you at your coven’s rituals? Hmm? You hate me, so I feel like you shouldn’t get to enjoy anything when your such a hypocrite and liar.” She said before laughing again.

“My dear child, unlike your companion here, I harbor no ill will towards you.” The daemon said. I shivered at those words.

“Yes, but fuck you both. I refuse to be eaten, given up as a sacrifice, or even entertain you two with stories right now. I’m out.” I said, hoping that my own shielding would hold long enough to allow me to escape.

“I think not…”whispered the daemon.

I heard the lock click on the door then I watched as a shimmering gray and purple shield went up. I knew I was fucked then. I turned and closed my eyes, murmuring words of power my brother had taught me when I was young.

“Fevno, krisna, oh goddess Morigan, please come to my aid.” I whispered as I felt my power pooling into my hands, knowing I had a few seconds before it was complete.

“How cute, she thinks she can hurt you, Lord.” Liz said, cackling like one of those crones in a Disney movie.

The daemon shifted and I felt my mirror shatter. I whimpered as I opened my eyes to watch it advance to the edge of the circle. It was sweeping aside the chalk like it was nothing. Goddess above, would I even be able to go against it?! I channeled and dug deeper, trying to scrounge up a good tenth of my power to at least immobilize it long enough to unsummon it. I wondered what would happen if I told the cops I walked in to find Liz with some weird guy with full body tattoos swirling over him and a dagger in his hand, cause I knew that she would end up dead. I at least thought I might have a trump card…if I could remember how to merge.

“Child, I think you have had enough time to consider your own inadequacies.” It said as it turned towards Liz.

“Wait, I’m not your meal! She is!” Liz screamed as she pointed towards me, stepping back further from the mirror.

“You, my lovely idiot, brought me here, now to pay my price. I will kill you.” It reached out a hand…or what could be construed as a hand towards Liz and sunk its claws into her shoulder.

Liz’s eyes glazed over before she fainted. I guess she hadn’t thought this through when she decided to summon a daemon, but really, what a wussy to the end. The daemon leaned in and closed its mouth over hers, I had no clue what was happening. But I knew I had to try to escape now! I turned around and wiggled my fingers, enjoying the cool, wet felling of my magic floating on my hand. It always felt like that when I used it. I lifted my hand and tossed the magic at the shield as hard as I could. I hoped it would work. I closed my eyes as it hit the shield and a bright flare shot up. As the light died, I opened my eyes, looking at the still perfect shield.

“FUCK!” I stamped my foot, indignant at my predicament.

I heard laughter from behind me and turned slightly, looking at the Daemon over my shoulder as it dropped Liz.

“Oh, fuck off daemon.” I said.

It laughed more as it picked up my ritual dagger (did Liz have to steal most of her craft stuff from me tonight?!) and walked towards me again, the line partially blurred from it sweeping it away. I stepped further back and sighed. I knew I could merge but did I want to sell out? I finally remembered that merging was quite simple, but there really wasn’t any way to undo a merging that I knew of. I could just let myself die but I totally did not want my soul possessed. There wasn’t much more I could do, but the Daemon was finally moving out of the circle.

“My dear, I don’t want to eat you. You see, in the grand scheme of things, you’re what some would call a vessel. That…whore who dared to call me was just a ploy so I could get my hands on you, my darling. Many in the Underworld see you as the epitome of a female Magus, one who is the embodiment of what a being of great magic and skill should be. Although your still not a full Magus yet, you are still worthy.” It said as it stopped just outside the line.

I looked up, confused; “Wait, what? And anyway, just who are you…or well what are you…er…”

The Daemon shook as it laughed; its body not as ugly as I thought. So very humanoid in shape, but unlike humans it’s skin was blackish blue with dark red in some places. The wings were reddish black and almost feathery but with sharp angles like that of the prehistoric pterodactyls. The horns poking out from its long red tinted black hair were spiraled like a ram horn only thinner.

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[1] Shakespeare, William; Sonnet #29; 1593a.d.

So here's a question

So, here's a question I've been asked by a few clients over the years. "So, you're religion is wicca? What does that mean?" I've tried to explain it but it's hard to explain something that is familial and personal to me and my family. By family, I mean my coven. My parents are loving people and understand that I was given a chance to become someone productive and useful as my dad would say. But the one thing they never could understand was that I fully embraced the heritage they gave me. I got the lion share of magical gifts, whereas my younger sister and brother are extremely normal to the Nth degree. I'm the weirdo in the family! I was raised outside of DC, but Kat and I ended up meeting at this christian thing in middle school (YES...I was also raised Episcopalian.) So after that we ended up good friends and because of Kat, I met Raziel. You'll hear me talk about Raz a lot as well as poor Kat (she's my best friend/sister she knew what she was getting into when she suggested this!)

He trained us both to accept our hereditary gifts and follow family traditions. Unlike many "New Agers", we go by Magus or Magi (yes, the three wisemen jokes may fly.) Personaly, I like "Sexy Sorceress". So, if you have a question about what it is I do, feel free to leave a comment! But seeing as how our religion, like everyone elses' is personal on level, I am not getting into the nitty gritty details on here. For now, everyone will have to live with this.

"Salagagoola mechicka boola bibbidi-bobbidi-boo Put 'em together and what have you got bibbidi-bobbidi-boo
Salagagoola mechicka boola bibbidi-bobbidi-boo It'll do magic believe it or not bibbidi-bobbidi-boo
Salagagoola means mechicka boolaroo But the thingmabob that does the job is bibbidi-bobbidi-boo
Salagagoola mechicka boola bibbidi-bobbidi-boo Put 'em together and what have you got bibbidi-bobbidi bibbidi-bobbidi bibbidi-bobbidi-boo"


Now just so everyone doesn't think i'm strange, I will flat-out refuse to define her religion as ya'll haven't even gotten parts of the story yet. Until that time, ya'll can wonder. -Kibykat

Oh Goodness Gracious Me...busy!

Last year on this date, Kat eloped to Las Vegas!*giggles*yup, she decided to say screw it and they did the deed the cliche way. But Kat was the most beautiful of brides that memorial weekend. Honestly, it was a fun week there. I think Kat had a lot of fun out in the desert. Poor Isaac was looking very old school gangster but the sun came out and shined right down on them for the whole ceremony! *laughs* I and everyone else said it was a sign that the gods favor this commune of two souls. Practically every picture of them, there's sunshine. But i digress. I did a photo shoot in japan back in april, which was annoying because japanese is not my strong point. Poor Iikari was frantic by the end because the only way we could communicate was through hand signals and dance. Thank goddess for my ability to recognize geisha dances.

Venice was by and far my most favorite stop in my intercontinetal tour over the past week. The city is just...beautiful. Paris was paris though i must say the issue with bhurka are becoming outrageous. To me, a bhurka is beautiful because you never...never...know what is hiding under there. A drop dead goregous woman could be hiding underneath! As usual, England was england. And speaking of, Murdoch is still going down in flames. Which does not bode well for a client of mine. But hey, he was a very lazy client. Once a year on the anniversary of his mother's death always creeped me out....*shudders*Thankfully, he never wanted sex, just someone to spend the day with. His mother was his life. I always tell my psych client that that customer would be a field study for him. As many have probably figured out, i don't actually kiss and tell....i just give tidbits. I'm such a tease in that regard. Later kiddos!

Mmm mmm mmmmmmmm

Man do i love going to Morgantown to meet up with my one client there. Best sushi by far....Ogawa. I know, some might have expected Dragonfly, but after a few times there, my client and i both agree that they need to stop catering to the frat boys who think their so cool by eating something other than burgers. Ogawa has great sushi, a very normal atmosphere like you would expect at a sushi bar in nyc and not too over priced (though he always says it ain't the price that makes good sushi but the chef's ability.) After dinner we would normally go for a walk along the river but instead we just went to a cafe for coffee and chatter.

No, no sex kiddies.*laughs*He's like my dad's age and just appreciates a beautiful girl on his arm. He's sweet and was one of the first in my "oldest group" who got me started. I do owe a good portion of my beginnings to a certain former DC mistress who saw me standing around trying to figure out a job on the steps of Penn Station in nyc. I wonder if Bette isn't busy next week...i'll have to ask her if she wants to go shopping. I do so love shopping!

Oh yeah! Like my pic? Kat's Husband Isaac drew it for me...he's a really good artist. Hehe, not gonna see my pretty face for real guys, sorry. Goes with the whole, keep myself safe thing. And as you all should know, only names in here that are real are certain ones...all clients and such are renamed for their benefit. Kat and Isaac on the other hand couldn't care less if anyone saw their names....XD

Last Night Was Interesting

so, last night, a client actually came over....the one i'm going to be going with saturday. Not a surprise to me, but then again, i was dressed for the day of being home and having gone and done some grocery shopping beforehand, i wasn't dolled up. Not that big a deal, since he has seen me at my worst. But it was a nice change of pace to just relax. He only wanted to hang out and discuss the trip before sat. Well, we hung out and did normal....almost coupley stuff. Don't get me wrong, its nice and feels good to be valued and cared for in that regard, but i honestly doubt anyone would see me as nothing more than the whore they've always assumed i was. But again, i loved my night in!


We watched a horrible soft core porn movie about Dr. Frankenstein and him creating a frankenstein Eve.......it was soooooo bad. The dialogue was just awful. If we had had popcorn, we'd have thrown it. It was really bad acting and over the top. I've read and watched a good bit of porn in my day (closest friend is an erotica writer), so i know what i'm talking about. But this...it was like eating overly sweet maple sugar candy then finding out it had gooey maple syrup inside as well. Anyone else watch or read really badly written porn? Also, don't forget kids, i'll be off till tuesday!

Adventure Time!

Sorry for the cheesy line there.*laughs* Cold medicine is kicking in majorly. I just flew in from Reno where i was at a photo shoot for a client. I'm not just an escort here, kiddies. I also do the random modeling contracts for clients (like Maxim, FHM, and a few others), voiceovers for cartoons, and singing. Best shoot of the 2012 year in my opinion. This was actually for a client who produces geek tees and other types of items. My favorite tee was deom him is an older one, its the "To Gnomie is to love me".*giggles* I have a secret soft spot for whimsical and amusing things like that. My good friend Kat was telling me her mom actually has that tee (her mother is a huge garden gnome/lawn flamingo fan). I love silly stuff sometimes. And i'm sure it's because i totally have to act like a proper lady for hours at a time. Guilty pleasure here....i love Phineas and Ferb from Disney.
But i digress....saturday, i'll be out of contact for a few days. Going off till next tuesday with a client to a lovely cabin in the woods (aka, a farm, but hey, i love 4wheeling!) and there's no internet down there. (He prefers quiet but says he has been contemplating internet.) One of my longest clients as well. Gotta be good to my benefactors. Everyone must go see Kat's husbands FA page. He's a rockin' artist kids! Love!*blows kiss*

Oh yes, Hello!

So, a friend suggested i give blogging a go as i lead an interesting, albeit, unromantic and strange life. You see, i'm a mistress. Or some call us Escorts. In my case...i am a woman who goes places with men who pay for me to be there. Genrally...no sex involved (that costs lots ;), just kidding!), but i am a pretty thing on the arm of men. I won't talk about who they are, but needless to say, i will speak of my adventures and the fun i have. Out of everything, i'm also a witch. But i stumbled across something quite sinister as a freshman in college. After that, my world changed. I went from being a bit geeky to being the sexiest girl on campus. Sought after but never caught.*blows a kiss* I digress.....

This shall be the place i talk of myself. Hopefully, i'll come to realize that i'm normal on some scale. Hope ya'll enjoy!*winks*






Now for the other half. Okay, this isn't a real person. This is a character. For those who know, this is Kibykat, a writer on a few sites, who has come up with this idea of a character talking about their life as if they truly were here in what we consider our reality. So, just keep mind, some things are from real life (places, some people, and events) of the writer and other things are made up. Names will sometimes appear that may be from real people but not always from the person whom its impling. Hopefully, ya'll enjoy this! ;) 


P.S. Also, it seems I somehow lost the original google account, and since it was a while back (i forget things!) i had to totally make a whole new one. So now, its back in a new form!