DEMON!, Chapter 4
*My stories are copyrighted, so NO takee! This is the last chapter in this series, and there are cameo appearances from other series. But the Slayer will return as a guest in other stories. *
** DEMON!, Chapter 4**
** By William W. Kelso**
I sat on the couch; or rather squatted as it is hard to sit with wings folded on your back, and waited for dark. From the lengthening shadows it wouldn't be long before I could leave. It's not that the light will hurt me, I just don't like it. Plus when you look like a very large bat winged lizard it might raise a few eyebrows if you're seen running; or flying, around in daylight. The dark is my element; it hides me, soothes me, and protects me. It's ironic; I used to be scared of the dark, now I'm one of the things that make people scared of the dark. I gave hiss of amusement; I could certainly pass for a boogey man now. Of course I'm much worse than any boogey man, MUCH worse. I looked around at the house I had bought for myself and my wife, and our unborn child. The house I would soon be leaving forever, a house never meant to shelter something like me. My home was elsewhere now, I didn't belong here anymore. I reached up with one black scaled hand and scratched my snout with a long sharp claw, sparks flying, and hugged the big old Barney the Dinosaur doll a little closer, for some reason it comforted me, or the small part of me that was still human. It had been a gift for the son I'd never know, who had died in his mother's womb along with her and my sister. The old battered doll was stained with blood; my blood, as the only way the thing I am can cry is by shedding tears of blood. But I can't cry anymore now, too much of my humanity has faded. I gave it up in order to become my families avenger, gave up my soul to become a demon, because it was the only way I could find justice. I regretted it at first when I realized what I had done, but not anymore. I look forward to joining my Mistress in Hell, it's where I belong. I hopped down from the couch and took the doll back to the nursery I'd been working on, it was only half finished as I no longer had any reason to continue. I put in on the bed and left it there for now. I was going out.
*I kept hoping the phone would ring, but it didn't. I was running out of time. Part of my bargain with the demoness Mistress Vulva was that in exchange for my willingly becoming a demon I would have one year in which to find, and wreak justice, upon those gang members who had raped and tortured my wife and sister to death. Within six months I had found; and killed, seven of them. Well, six actually, but the one I had turned into a spider probably wished he was dead too. But the other three, the boss of the gang, his woman, and his chief enforcer, had gone missing. Vanished like smoke. My friend Tony; the ex-cop turned detective, hadn't had any leads for months. If I did not find them soon my year would be up and I would have to go to be with my Mistress anyway as I was her creature now, she owned me body and soul. But to go without accomplishing my purpose for becoming a demon was more then I could bear even thinking about, even the demonic part of me was frustrated. And the closer it came to my time on earth expiring the harder it was for me to assume at least a partially human form, so it was becoming more difficult for me to move about, even at night. Any attempt to take on a human form was wasted now; at most my wings and tail might shrink a little. Even in clothing there was no way I could pass for human. The fact I could fly was my only advantage when it came to moving about. I walked back into the living room and pulling back a window curtain looked out. Good, I could leave soon, and there was no moon tonight. I had two errands to run, two people to visit. Two of the very few friends I still had. *
I hadn't really thought about "getting my affairs in order", but the last few weeks it had come to occur to me that I needed to make arrangements of some kind for my property. It gave me something to do with my time while I waited for the phone to ring. First I had signed the deed to my house over to Tony and his family; it was a much better place than the dump they lived in. He'd have to take over the payments though. It was the least I could do for his help. I also left him what remained of my vastly shrunken life's saving, nothing more than a few hundred dollars now. I had retrieved my trusty old Buick from the abandoned warehouse I had left in after my last night of carnage, and signed the title over the Madam Marian, the Sorceress who had made arrangements for my meeting with Mistress Vulva, and my self imposed damnation. But I had no grudge with her; she had only done what I asked, and since my change had not turned me away. She had even taken me as a lover, in both my human and demon forms, and the thing I was needed that sexual release and was grateful for that kindness. Of course she actually enjoyed my attentions, but that just made it better. The old car wasn't much, but it was all I had, and she had no car of her own. But first I had one other small thing to take care off, and then I would pay Madam Marian a visit later as she was expecting me, and I was very much looking forward to our weekly "date". The more demonic I become the more my lust increases, and there is very little human left about it now. I have to be careful not to harm her in my rutting frenzies, but even something like me can be tender. I opened the drapes again and smiled, time to leave. I picked up a small case and grasped it in one hand, and left via the back door. Once out in the yard I took flight with powerful beats of my wings and; being careful to avoid the power lines, winged my way towards the local business district. My destination was in the older area that had taken on new life as trendy little businesses and "quaint" shops. My wife and I had loved to poke around the small shops and eat at the little sandwich shops and just walk hand in hand and admire the lovely old buildings. The place I wanted was off the beaten track and in a kind of cul-de-sac; we'd stumbled onto it almost by accident. I landed on top of the large brick building across the street and looked around. Every place was closed now and there was virtually no traffic, but the person I had come to see lived in her shop so should be at home. I narrowed my eyes and looked at the store front with the sign "Vivian's Sundries and Necessities, Fine Antiques and More". I knew she wasn't alone as she had a familiar, but I was a little confused in that I detected not one, but two, nonhuman life forms. Had she summoned a demon, or another supernatural creature? She was a Sorceress too, so that was a possibility. That could complicate things, not that I was really worried, my kind of demon was created to destroy other demonkind, hence our name, Slayers. But I intended her no harm, I had a debt to repay, a kindness to return. Even the thing I had become recognized a debt was owed.
Glitz raised her head and hissed at Sye, but when she turned to look at him he was already staring intently into the dark night through the front window of the store. She started to say something to him, but he spoke before she could.
"Yes my love, I sense it too, Sye said. Something is not right, something is out there watching. Go and warm the Mistress, tell her to arm herself. Whatever it is very powerful. The wards might not hold it for long if it intends harm."
*Glitz nuzzled Sye's snout and neck, and then the little dragoness dropped from the beam where their nest was, snapped her wings open, and nimbly flew through the cluttered store, easily avoiding any obstructions even in the dark as her night vision was excellent. Behind her Sye flew down and landed on a display case closer to the front window, his head raised as he scented the air both physically and psychically looking intently out into the dark, his spines raised. *
Mistress Vivian was working at the old rolltop desk in her small cubby hole of an office when Glitz winged her way through the door and landed on her shoulder. She reached up and scratched the little drake under the chin, and said,
"Glitz honey, what are you doing up so late? I thought you and Sye had gone to bed after dinner. Does Sye want to pay me a visit later tonight?"
"Oh no Mistress, chirped Glitz, we mated four times after dinner, he's too worn out to mate with you too. No, there is something in the night; Sye says it's watching the shop from across the street. It's very powerful, we can smell it. Sye says to arm yourself, he doubts the wards can hold whatever it is. Don't worry Mistress, Sye and I will protect you."
*Concerned, Vivian got up and Glitz wrapped herself around her neck, her sleek scales warm and smooth as she stroked the little drake to comfort her. She opened an old wall safe hidden behind a sliding panel on the wall; after first negating the wards cast on it, and removed an old jewelry case. If Sye was worried it must be something nasty. He was her other familiar, Glitz's mate, and her lover as well. And he had more than one form as he was a very special kind of familiar. He had been human once, changed into a familiar; by Glitz who was lonely and wanted a mate, against his will. There had been nothing Vivian could do once it was done, but he had eventually forgiven Glitz and come to love her and they had become life mates, totally dedicated to one another and their Mistress. He had become her lover as well; after a fashion, as they both enjoyed pleasuring one another and she certainly needed it. It always amazed her how he kept such two such horny females so well serviced. Glitz didn't mind sharing her mate at all, and enjoyed watching him pleasure their mistress. He claimed he no longer even remembered what it had been like to be human, but Vivian knew better. Because he had been human once he was much more powerful than a regular familiar that had been created. He had three forms, his small familiar form, a partly human form he took when he pleasured his Mistress, and a full dragon form. In that form he was about twelve to fifteen feet long, and though small by normal dragon standards, was still most impressive. His natural armor, fangs and claws, and powerful fire-breathing plume made him a most effective bodyguard. Plus he was virtually immune to magic and being a magical creature almost indestructible. Vivian opened the jewelry case and donned several rings, a bracelet, two necklaces, and removed a wand. Each item contained one or more powerful spells. As she donned her magical arsenal she also chanted spells to renew and reinforce the wards she'd cast over the store and activate even more defenses. The wand sparked into life and settled down to a dim glow, light dripping from the tip almost like a fluid. The wand was her main offensive weapon, the rest were wards of protection. *
*I watched as the glowing wards around the small store visibly brightened. She evidently knew I was there, most likely warned by her familiar. Like me they could smell a fellow demonic being, or magic. Her wards were impressive, but would not have kept one such as me out. At the best they would slow me down, at the worst be totally ineffective. However I was not here to do harm. I dropped off the edge of the old bank building, spread my wings, and glided to a soft landing in the alley behind the store. Then I politely knocked on the door, the wards flaring a warning around my hand, it tingled. *
Sye yelled in Glitz's and his Mistress mind even as he assumed his full dragon form,
"MISTRESS, IT'S COMING!"
And then there came a knock on the back door, an ordinary sounding rapping, not the loud crashes of something breaking in. Sye ignited his fire, and with smoke drifting from his nostrils motioned Vivian and Glitz back and put himself between them and the door. The knock came again, soft and polite.
What kind of threat would knock to announce itself first? Vivian thought. She cast a spell of revelation to reveal who the unexpected visitor was, and recoiled from the result. Demon! And very powerful! NOT good. She doubted if even Sye could stop this thing if it intended harm. However demons did not usually knock first; and what the heck was a demon doing running around loose anyway? They were very restricted in their movements out of Hell. Was it a Seeker? She could think of no one who could send such a summoning against her, at least no anyone who was a known enemy. Plus the fact it HAD announced itself seemed to indicate it at least wanted to talk before doing anything. Hesitantly she moved a little closer to the door.
"Who are you, identify yourself and your Master or Mistress demon, I know you for what you are!"
Well, I thought, here goes. "Mistress Vivian, I am a Slayer, my Mistress is known to you, she is Mistress Vulva. In her name I do ssswear I mean neither you nor your protectorss any harm. I...., I bring a gift from ssomeone you once knew."
"Who might that be demon?" replied Vivian.
"Douglass Brewsster" I replied.
*Vivian still didn't know what to think. The demon had revealed the name of the one he served; he had to tell the truth about that if asked as those were the rules. And by swearing in his Mistress's name he also bound himself to his oath. If he broke it Mistress Vulva's wrath would be horrible. Demonkind took oaths very seriously. But how had he come to know Douglas Brewster, that poor sad man who had lost so much? Then it occurred to her, this must be the demon he'd had summoned by Madam Marian to take revenge for him. But why had he sent it to visit her?? *
*'Pleasse, may I enter? I asked, I again swear to do no harm in the name of Misstress Vulva.' *
"Very well demon, replied Vivian, let me undo the wards, and enter no more than five feet inside the door."
"Agreed Misstress Vivian. " I said.
Vivian lowered the wards, her familiars didn't like it and hissed angrily, but the demon had sworn an oath and she did not want to enrage it by refusing to accept its word. Demonkind were strangely picky about giving their word, and got very upset if you did not accept it under honorable circumstances. And in spite of herself she was curious. It wasn't every night a demon dropped in for a visit. As the last ward was deactivated she took a deep breath, and said,
"Enter in the name of Mistress Vulva and be welcome so long as you intend no harm."
I reached out and took the door knob, and it wouldn't turn.
"Um, Misstress Vivian? I called, the door is locked." I could have ripped the door off its hinges if I wanted, but figured that would be rude.
Oooops, thought Vivian. "Sorry, my bad!" she replied. Quickly she unlocked the door lock and deadbolts, and then stepped back.
*I gave a little hiss of amusement, and opening the door I entered. Even five feet inside my tail and wings still blocked the doorway. I looked at the pretty human woman and the small dragon wrapped around her neck. The fifteen foot dragon I had not been expecting, and I was impressed. I could take him, but it would be one Hell of a fight. I think he knew that, but I also knew he would fight to the death. I kept my spines flat and arms and head low to show I was not aggressive. Both the drakes watched me intently. *
Vivian looked at the creature standing framed by the doorway, and cringed. It was all obsidian black scales and its body seemed to absorb the light. The form was basically reptilian with large bat like wings folded on its back; glowing red eyes stared at her down a large long snout filled with wicked fangs. Its hands, if you could call them that, ended in long razor sharp claws and as it walked the claws on its feet clicked on the floor. When it opened its mouth to talk she glimpsed more than one row of razor sharp fangs. It appeared sexless, but someone how she knew it was male. It reminded her of a cross between a raptor lizard and a pterodactyl, but nothing natural had ever lived that looked like the demon. She could tell in a glance it existed for one thing, to destroy. And that made the following exchange all that much weirder.
"Greetings demon, if you come in peace, welcome, said Vivian. Do you bring a message from Mistress Vulva or Master Brewster?"
*"Thank you for your courtesssy" I replied in my deep sibilant voice. *
At least with practice I was now understandable, I had managed to control my hisses and lisps to some degree, but "S's" were still pretty hard.
"I have a message, and a gift, from Massster Brewsster." I said.
"Why does he not deliver it himself?" Vivian asked suspiciously; and Sye gave a deep low hiss.
"He iss...., indissposed. I replied, here, please take thisss." I held out my arm and opened my fist, a tiny jewelry case lying in it.
Glitz flitted over and snatched the case and; sensing no magic or charm of any kind, gave it to Vivian, and then she wrapped herself around Vivian's neck again and resumed her careful scrutiny of the strange "guest". Glitz was more at ease now though, she sensed the great demon meant no harm, it just seemed, well, sad.
Vivian didn't know what to think when she opened the case and saw the beautiful old ruby inlaid Victorian wedding ring inside. She looked at the demon questioningly, and asked,
"What is this, I don't understand?"
I had started to turn to leave, but stopped and said, "He told me to tell you to give it to the next young man who comess in looking for a ring he can't afford to give to his wife to be. He said you would underssstand."
Vivian recognized the ring now, it was the one she had sold to Douglas Brewster just before he and his wife Lucy had gotten married, and just a few months before her horrible death. She had waved the last payment as a wedding gift because the happy young couple had been so radiant, so much in love. As the demon turned to leave she suddenly saw something on one of his fingers, it looked like it was embedded in the scaly flesh. It was a plain platinum wedding band; she recognized it because Lucy had her engrave it as a surprise for Doug. On the inside it read "Lucy to Doug, Forever".
"Oh my God, Doug?!?" she gasped in horror.
*I cringed at the sound of that name, and hissed in pain. "NOT ANYMORE, HE ISS GONE FOREVER!" I screeched as I took flight. *
*Vivian, tears in her eyes, ran out the door, but the demon was gone, only the sound of fading wings remained. Oh God Doug, what have you done? She thought. Even Glitz gave a soft wail of grief. *
As I flew through the night I felt somewhat better. I had returned a kindness, and made a gift to a future husband I hoped would fare better than I had. It felt right. It was a short flight to Madam Marian's, what would take up to a half hour by car only took a few minutes by air. I touched down in the small backyard of her hulking old house. I didn't even have to knock on the door, it opened as I approached. Her own familiar Brutus had sensed my approach. We were friends of a sort, as least so much as something like me could have a friend. He was in his part human/black panther form, a large impressive and beautiful creature. He smiled a smile full of fangs as I entered, and I smiled back. Anyone who saw those smiles would most likely have fainted. He knew the reason for my visit, but was not in the least jealous. As I entered Madam Marian was just getting off the phone.
"Well Douglas, welcome, she said. I just got off the phone with Vivian; it seems you paid her a little visit. She was quite upset at me you know. She said she hadn't intended for me to sacrifice you to Mistress Vulva when she gave you my card. I'm not sure she believed me when I told her it was your own idea. But what you did was very touching, she was crying."
"I'm sorry Madam Marian, I replied, but she guesssed. I did not mean to cause any problemss between you; I know sshe is a friend of yourss."
"Oh, think nothing of it, Madam Marian said, she knows I will not lie to her as we are both Sister Sorceress's of the same circle. She will realize I was not to blame. But I am sorry for your own sacrifice, even if freely given."
*Madam Marian said as she reached out and gently ran the back of her hand down the side of the demon's hideous snout. She had no fear of him, for all his formidable and intimidating appearance he was still at heart basically a gentle beast, so long as you were a friend. *
I took her hand gently in my own large hand and held it against my skin for a minute and hissed softly. He touch was soft and gentle, with no fear or revulsion in it, and that meant a lot to the thing I was. To be accepted as a friend when I should have been feared was, special. As close as I could come to the emotion I loved this woman.
Marian smiled and kissed my snout, and said "I got the title for your car in the mail today. Why did you do that? It was not necessary."
"I can no longer take human form, I hissed, so I can no longer drive. I do my traveling by air now. I wish I had sssomething elsse to give you for your kindnesses to me, but it iss all I have left. It iss an older car, but reliable. If you have no need for it you can always sell it. And I, I hated to just abandon it, it has sserved me well."
*Marin smiled again, touched by the gesture. "My thanks for your gift; perhaps I will have Brutus be my chauffer? He would look good in a chauffeur's uniform, would he not?" *
She laughed, Brutus meowed, and the demon hissed in amusement. She leaned forward and kissed the large creature on the tip of his snout, and in a deeper voice said,
"Shall we go to the basement now? Brutus just installed some interesting new toys in the playroom and I'm dying to try them out."
*I flared my nostrils as I smelled the increasing scent of her arousal, and Brutus smiled at me as his own musk increased. By "playroom" she meant the most well equipped dungeon I had ever seen, it would have made the Marquis de Sade jealous. I felt a stirring in my vent as my own lust flared, and with an eager hiss I followed her and Brutus down into the dark cellar where I had given up my humanity almost a year ago. I needed a female badly, and the fact she was a willing partner made it all that much better. I was glad; or at least the remaining human part was, that I would not have to seek my release another way. My sexual desires have become more and more feral and inhuman, and I have no doubt that eventually my need would reach the point where I would seek out a female and mate with her whether she wanted me to or not, and that would make me no better than those I took my revenge on. *
Because of my digitigrades stance it was easier for me to go down the stairs on all fours and I no longer felt awkward in that position. I flared my nostrils eagerly, my lust growing, my penis fully extended now, hard and rampant, thick pre dripping from the tip. I hissed at the pleasurable feeling of it bobbing up and down as I walked; my gaze locked on Marian's swaying hips. As we reached the floor of the basement Marian smiled when she saw my jutting penis, human like, but much longer and thicker, and Brutus was also aroused and he was most impressive too, his penis slick and dark red in color. We both looked at Marian, our penises glistening with the drops of pre oozing from the heads and running slowly down our shafts. With another smile she let her robe slip to the ground, and I hissed at her nudity, my tongue licking over my fangs. To outward appearances Madam Marian appeared almost austere, aloof and prudish, cold and distant. But this was a façade, those who knew her better knew she was sexually insatiable. Not really a nymphomaniac because she had made painfully pleasurable sex almost an art form, much more than just the actual act of coupling. To her foreplay was just as important as the actual act of coupling, and she could drag it out for hours of slowly increasing pain and pleasure with both male and female "lovers". She was very much into BDSM, and was a very demanding dominatrix, but also expected her lovers to use her for their own pleasure as well. She loved being "raped" as much as she loved to "rape" a lover. In this instance; because of the nature of her "lovers", she had no choice but to be the submissive partner.
She walked over and kissed my snout again, and I was now drooling in lust, running my slobbering tongue over my fangs, oh how I wanted, how I needed, this incredibly desirable female who radiated lust and sexual desire like a sun. I reached up with a hiss and roughly fondled her full firm breasts and her nipples were hard and swollen. She gave a small moan of pleasure, and said,
"Oh my dear, you are a magnificent beast, aren't you? I want you inside of me so badly, but first, a request?"
I didn't say anything, just hissed and raised my heavy eye ridges questioningly.
Marian said, "A very powerful ingredient; and very rare, for the kinds of spells I use, and potions I create, is demon cum. You can imagine how hard it is to obtain. I have a great favor to ask, may I milk you for a new supply for my inventory? I am almost out."
Surprised I just nodded my head, it sounded like fun, and when she smiled at me that made it all worthwhile. She got a large beaker, and crouching down in front of me she set it down and then started stroking my crotch around my vent, and even though my balls are not visible as I carry them inside of me I could still feel her rubbing against them and it felt very nice, and when she started licking; and then sucking, my aching penis it felt even better. While she was crouched over Brutus mounted her and fucked her while she sucked me off, and when she felt me start to cum she held the beaker over the head of my penis while I ejaculated and hissed in pleasure, and she kept stroking me the whole time to milk every last drop she could. It didn't take her very long to make me orgasm, not once, but twice, as my need was great. When she was through the beaker was almost overflowing with my thick yellowish cum, I must have given her close to a pint. She stood up and carefully placed the beaker on a shelf out of harm's way, and turned to face me with another big smile.
*'Thank you my love, Marian said, that was kind of you. Now, shall we move onto other fun things?' *
*I waited impatiently as Brutus strapped Marian in a bent over position on a piece of equipment that looked something like a vaulting horse. Then Brutus smiled at me, and made an "after you" gesture. I didn't need a second invitation. Foreplay has become less and less important to me as my mental change followed my physical one; and her jacking me off had just whet my appetite, so I wasted no time in mounting Marian with a guttural snarl of lust and pleasure. I lunged into her once, twice, and then hilted as she gasped, and then moaned in pleasure. Then I started fucking her with strong rapid thrusts, desperately trying to reach the release I needed so very badly, my hands gripping her waist. My head was thrown back as I keened in pleasure and her own sounds of pleasure suddenly became muffled as she swallowed Brutus's own large erection with eager slurps. I looked at Brutus with my mouth open, slobbering tongue licking over my fangs, and he yowled in pleasure. The feel of her slick sex against my rampant erection and my scales slamming into her soft rump was wonderful, and it didn't take me long to reach my first climax and I threw my head back again and hissed loudly as a massive orgasm wracked my body. As I violently exploded deep inside of her Marian bucked and gave a deep muffled moan as she climaxed while Brutus snarled and filled her mouth with cum. Then we switched positions, and while Brutus humped his Mistress I stood in front of her. *
*Even the beast I had become could appreciate her skill, and I watched in fascination and shuddered in pleasure as she licked and sucked the head of my penis, then slowly began to swallow it, an inch at a time. I gently held the back of her head; as gently as I was capable of, and gave soft keening hisses of pleasure as she swallowed almost my whole length, and found myself wishing my balls were still external so she could lick and suck them as well. She brought me to the brink again and again, and I wondered how she knew when I was so close to coming. Finally I could stand it no longer and began to thrust into her mouth and climaxed with a bellow of agonizing pleasure, my cum spurting from her nose and around my throbbing pumping cock. At almost the same time Brutus came as did Marian and we all shuddered together at the delicious release. Then we rested for a few minutes as we gently cleaned her with our tongues, softly mrrwwing and hissing our love for her while she moaned from the feel of our soft warm tongues as we caressed her body with them. *
*Next we removed her from the vaulting horse, and secured her on a large heavy table, eagle spread. The table was a large modified "X", and was adjustable. We adjusted the lower arms so she was spread as much as possible, her legs wide and her pussy gaping and dripping cum from our earlier orgasms. Her head hung down between the upper arms of the cross, and her mouth was soon full of Brutus' cock again as she sucked eagerly at it, and he leaned over and licked her full firm breasts and nipples purring in lust. The worst of my lust was temporarily blunted, so now it was time to return the favor, time for some foreplay, or maybe it should be called afterplay? I crouched down and licked her delicious sex with my long forked tongue, my eyes half closed relishing her taste and the soft lips of her sex, she was sopping with her own sexual juices and my own and Brutus's cum. She tried to buck, but was too well restrained, and I could hear her moans and gasps of pleasure even over the cock filling her mouth and Brutus's loud purrs of pleasure. I curled the split tips of my tongue around her clitoris, rubbing and squeezing it and her sexual juices began to flow, dripping from her sex in thick drops as I eagerly lapped them up, then with a loud wet slurp I slid my tongue into her as far as it would go and tongue fucked her rubbing my snout against her clitoris until she came, and as her orgasmic fluids spurted from her sex I mounted her and humped her fast and nonstop until she came a second time, her muffled screams of pleasure loud and shrill as Brutus filled her mouth with his own cum again and I roared in ecstasy and kept fucking her the whole time I was cumming and didn't stop until I'd brought us both to still another massive orgasm. Then Brutus and I changed places and she sucked me while Brutus slammed into her with violent thrusts, snarling in lust. Leaning forward I licked and rubbed her clitoris while Brutus fucked her and she gave muffled squeals of desperation and ecstasy, and I kept tonguing her as she and Brutus climaxed and I pumped my cum deep into her throat. It went on for some time as we were all inhumanly insatiable. Brutus and I because of what we are; and Marian because of her long relationship with creatures such as we and Mistress Vulva. Madam Marian may not even be aware of it yet, but she is also part sex demoness. I can smell it on her. Like the old saying goes, "It rubs off on you". She was near to being a demoness as a human can be and not be restricted to Hell. *
*The last time I coupled with her was more as a man as the beast was satisfied, at least temporarily. We had gone upstairs and she lay on the edge of the bed with her legs spread as I am no longer able to mount her laying flat on her back, I'm just not built for it anymore. Brutus watched; a big smile on his face as his Mistress and his friend pleasured one another. I humped her with slow steady thrusts, doing my best to try and kiss her with my hard snout, my tongue licking over her hard swollen nipples as I tried to make love more like a man then an animal. She finally pulled herself into my embrace, her arms wrapped around me as she clawed at my back, gasping and moaning as I hissed in pleasure. As I felt my climax approaching I sped up my thrusts and she gave a deep guttural groan as she climaxed, and I gently bit her shoulder as my own release came, my eyes squeezed shut, and it lasted for the longest time as we held each other shuddering in ecstasy. I spent the rest of the night, and the day, in bed with her and Brutus, and every hour or two we would wake and couple again. It was the last time I would experience such love and pleasure, would feel like a man instead of a beast. *
And when night finally came again I; both the demon and whatever little there remained of the man, reluctantly bid her and her familiar goodbye and I knew I wouldn't see her again, at least not anytime soon. To my surprise Brutus even gave me a long hard hug and I enjoyed the feel of his soft warm fur, and Madam Marian actually had tears in her eyes. She kissed my snout gently, and told me,
*"No matter what you are now, or what you eventually become, I will always love you, you are always welcome here. Brutus and I will miss you my love." *
*Even the demon in me was touched by that display of acceptance and love. I pressed her hand to my snout and gently licked it with the tips of my forked tongue, and then turning I walked out the door and took flight. I didn't look back as it would have hurt too much. *
I flew back "home" as I had nowhere else to go, at least for now. If I was lucky I'd have time for one more trip to Madam Marians before my Mistress called me to her side. But when I got home there was no message, other than one from a bill collecting agency. I wondered if I'd have time to pay the agency a visit too, they'd been driving me crazy calling several times a day. I wish they could have seen who they were trying to collect from. Blood sucking parasites, they wait until you're down and out then hound you to death for every last cent you have, and they call ME evil! So I sat in the dark, and waited. And waited. And as I waited the human part of me faded more and more until I was almost out of control and my hatred for those who had wronged me, had caused me such pain, grew and grew. I begin to pace for hours on end, hardly sleeping, grabbing things at random and tearing them up. The only time I was able to regain control for awhile was when I grabbed the Barney doll and was about to tear it to shreds, but froze when I realized what I was doing. I crouched down and held it to my chest and cried for the last time, tears of blood splattering on the floor as they dripped down my muzzle, tears for the son I'd never know, for the wife and sister I missed and still loved so much. And the phone rang. With a hiss I grabbed the phone, if it was the collection agency I would roar into the phone and hopefully break the caller's eardrum. But it was Tony.
'Doug, is that you? Asked Tony, I've finally got some fresh info for you about the people you're, um, interested in.'
I had to concentrate to control my voice when I answered him, 'Tony, it'ss good to hear from you. I had almost given up hope."
"Man, said Tony, that's one Hell of a sore throat, you sound like shit. Anyway, I'm going to fax the info over to your PC if you're on line. Turns out they've gone to ground in Mexico, at some bigwigs Hacienda. Looks like your, um, unusual friend scared the crap out of them."
Yes, I thought, I do have that effect. I'm afraid I'm rather messy at times. "Thankss Tony, I replied, you don't know how much I appreciate all your help. Um, Tony, I've sent you a little sssomething in the mail, a gift to you and your family. And Tony, don't try to find me to thank me. I'm..., moving, no forwarding addresss."
"Well, said Tony, whatever it is, thanks. You might want to stay low for awhile wherever you go, word is out and they're looking for whoever has been, um, liquidating their friends. There's a rather large contract out on their killer. They might try to track you down."
Hiss, hiss, hiss, I laughed with one hand over the phone, "Tony, if they can find me where I'm going I'll welcome them with open armsss."
"Look Doug, said Tony, I really don't want to know what the Hell is going on, or what that, er, friend of yours is. But, thank him for me, OK?"
*"He knowsss Tony, I replied, and thank you again for being a friend. Goodbye Tony." And I hung up before he could answer. *
*He should get the title for my house; and a check to clean out my saving account, in a couple of days. I went to the PC and waited, and soon the printer was humming as several pages & photos printed out. I scanned them eagerly. Yes, it was them! Manalito "Prince", boss of the gang, his bitch Elizabeth "Chaqita", and his chief enforcer Juan "The Scorpion". I looked at the photos and papers and memorized them, then fed them to the shredder. The trail was fresh again; I knew where to start my search. In lovely old Mexico at a country estate; or Hacienda, near Tijuana, I was going South of the Border. I'd visited Mexico a few times in the past, but this time I'd being going by air and wouldn't worry about customs. I was half tempted to go through a border crossing just to see the looks on their faces. And I needed to hurry; I only had five days left. *
It would take me over a day just to fly there, and during the daylight hours I would have to find a place to roost. I'd need the time to rest during the day as I'd be flying as fast and straight as possible, no taking my time finding updrafts to glide on. It was still only dusk when I left, but I couldn't wait any longer, and I scared the little old lady who was my neighbor half to death while she was taking out the garbage. She claimed for years afterward that a giant bat tried to grab her; much to the amusement of her friends and family, and she swore it had already carried away her neighbor, the "nice quiet man who just disappeared". I made good tine with a tailwind and crossed the border near dawn, and took refuge in an old barn for the day, evicting a very upset family of barn owls, several cats, and a dog. The rats were glad to see me though, and soon I had a small furry crowd gathered around my feet. They stood up on their hind legs to get a better look at me, and I picked them up and gently scratched their ears and muzzles while they squeaked in delight. They seem to love me for some reason, and I can control them and look through their eyes, all I have to do is touch them and they're mine. I settled down to try to get some sleep, my little friends curling up next to me. They knew they had nothing to fear from the cats as long as I was around, so I was welcome. I found their tiny presences strangely comforting. I was sorry to leave them that evening, but hopefully my spending the night had convinced the cats to find a new home.
I had memorized the location of the hacienda and it didn't take me long to find it. It was a most impressive place, the main building was an old fortified building probably two or three hundred years old that had steadily been added to over the years. And it was very well guarded to say the least. I recognized several armored vehicles with "Ejército Nacional" markings, so it looked like the drug dealers had gotten reinforcements from the local Army Commander. There were armed guards, both stationary and roving patrols, including some on the roofs of the larger buildings. Again I was impressed; these guys knew what they were doing. I had no doubt there would be sensors and cameras as well, too bad they all would be for nothing. Against a police raid or military assault they might have done some good, against a pissed off demon they would be useless. I circled a few more times; staying out of reach of the numerous spotlights and floodlights. It was going to be daylight in just a couple of hours so I decided to hole up for the day and hit them around midnight; the monster always shows up at midnight, so I might as well stick to the old cliché. I found a small cave in some nearby rock formations and holed up for the day. The rattlesnakes didn't seem to mind very much, but did give me plenty of room. I wrapped my wings around myself and waited for the friendly night to fall.
*When night had fallen I emerged from my refuge and took flight again. I scouted the hacienda again swooping as low as I dared. It looked pretty much the same as the night before. A few vehicles had moved around, but that was about it. One large well lit building appeared to be servants quarters, or barracks, or both. I'd have to avoid it. It was obvious which building was the main one, the Rolls-Royce, Maserati, and other expensive cars parked in front made it pretty apparent. I toyed with the idea of going in through the front door, but decided to go in by the roof. I wanted to keep things quiet for as long as possible, give them less time to react and possibly try to escape. If they got away that would be disastrous, especially if they scattered. There were two guard posts on the roof, one on each end. In between were some chimneys and ventilation ducts that would provide cover if I could reach them unobserved. Since the guards main attention was on the ground maybe I'd be able to enter, do what I had come for, and leave again relatively quietly. I should have known better. *
*I'm over eight feet tall now, almost fifteen feet long from the end of my snout to the tip of my tail, and my wingspan is almost forty feet. I was still thinking in human terms as far as size was concerned; I really hadn't realized just how much I'd grown as it was so gradual, so there was a big difference. No more hiding behind, or in, ventilation ducts for me. So of course they heard me coming, even though my wings were fairly quiet for something my size I still sounded like a Huey coming in for a landing. *
I landed on the roof next to the chimneys and other cover like I had planned, and quickly found they provided very little in the way of cover like I had hoped they would. The guards knew I was there, and came looking for me. Either they were very brave, or thought I was some dude on a hang glider or something. When the first guard stuck his head around a corner I simply reached out, picked him up by the neck, broke his neck, then dropped him. The second guard came up behind me and emptied the clip from his assault rifle into me a point blank range, sparks flying from my scales as the bullets ricocheted all over the place. I lashed out with my tail and with a scream he went flying off the roof and landed on top of the Rolls-Royce. So much for subtlety, I thought with a grimace. I had wanted to keep the carnage to a minimum, it is frowned upon for a demonkind to kill innocents, but if attacked we may defend ourselves. Plus they were guarding drug dealers and murderers, so fuck it, so as far as I was concerned all targets were "viable". The two other guards who had stayed at their posts while their comrades looked around came running at the sound of the shots and scream, probably figuring their compadres had offed the intruder. I impaled one on the tip of my tail; it went right through his flak vest and out the other side, and when the other one saw that I swear he jumped off the roof all by himself, I didn't push him or anything, I swear! He landed in a swimming pool and was splashing around screaming bloody murder the last time I saw him. I flung the body of his friend into the pool after him, and he got even louder. That actually helped create a diversion as men came running to see what all they yelling was about. By then I was inside having located a door leading to a stairwell. I went down head first on all fours, hissing.
The first person I encountered was a maid; she was even wearing one of those stupid outfits, and she threw a load of clean towels up in the air and disappeared amazingly fast with a loud shriek "¡El Diablo! ¡Ha venido para nosotros! ¡Corra! ¡Corra!". Well, if they didn't know where I was before, they did now. I wanted to get to the ground floor fast to cut off any chance of my targets fleeing, so headed towards the next door to the stairwell. As I approached it started to open, so I kicked it shut as hard as I could and heard the loud yells and the sounds of more than one person falling down the stairs. Forget the servant's entrance, so I headed for the main staircase. Two guards coming up the stairs, one a soldier and the other a civilian armed with an Uzi, opened fire as soon as they saw me, not that I blamed them. Both went staggering back with my quill like spines sticking out of their bodies, screaming as the poison took effect. It wasn't a nice way to die, you literally rotted alive. They had set up an Honest-to-Ba'al WWII vintage .50 Cal. heavy machine gun in a sandbag emplacement at the foot of the stairs to cover the front door, and the two soldiers manning it were desperately trying to swing it around. I wasn't sure what something that big would do to me, so didn't give them a chance to try it out. My tail decapitated one, and I picked the other up and threw him through the heavy oak front doors. I heard a bunch of yelling and saw a large group of soldiers and other men running up the front steps through the now broken door firing their weapons; they were lousy shots, as they came, so I had a little fun. I squatted behind the .50 Cal and; I just couldn't help myself, said "Sssay hello to my little friend!" And opened fire.
*"Get ssssome! Get sssome!" I roared as tracers and incendiary rounds left streaks of bright color through the night before disappearing into the distance. When the belt ran out and the smoke cleared I was alone, except for the bodies. Even I was a little bit grossed out, have you ever seen what a .50 Cal. round does to a human body? And most of those guys had been hit more than once. Their body armor had been useless. For a few seconds I was stunned, more than long enough for some joker to roll a couple of grenades down the stairs, a frag and a Willy Peter (white phosphorus). I saw them come bouncing down the stairs, and had just enough time to say "Oh ssshit!" The explosion blew me over the sandbags, through the front door, and down the front steps. I wasn't hurt, but was a little disorientated. There were chunks of burning phosphorus stuck all over me, but they felt kind of nice, they tickled. A half dozen guards who had been smart enough not to run through the front door opened fire from various angles, and suddenly I was caught in a blaze of light from the headlamps and spotlight of an approaching armored personnel carrier, and the guy in the commanders cupola was spraying me with an M-60 MG. I did NOT like that light, and with a roar I spread my wings and leaped toward the oncoming APC and landed on top, the guy in the hatch got off a few more rounds with his MG but I was moving so fast he missed, not that it would have made any difference. I pulled him out of the hatch and threw him into the night, then stuck my head on its long neck through the open hatch. The screaming didn't last very long, and the APC swerved out of control and slammed into several parked cars before the engine died, sorry about the paint jobs. When I pulled my head out my snout was drenched in blood and pieces of flesh hung from my fangs. I giggled from the tickling phosphorous as it burned on my skin. One soldier standing on the other side of the cars took one look and fainted dead away, good for him, I thought. All of a sudden a hail of heavy bullets slammed into me and knocked me off the top of the APC. It was another .50 Cal that had been set up on another building to cover the approaches to the main house. It didn't hurt, but it did make me mad. I was getting fed up with this crap, these guys didn't know when to quit! I picked up a Mercedes and spinning around threw it at the MG emplacement. My aim was a little off and it hit the building under the corner where the MG was, and that part of the roof collapsed along with the wall. Scratch one MG. A roving patrol of two men with several dogs each came around a corner, took one look, then left the same way, the yelping dogs refusing to have anything to do with me. I hopped back up on the APC and looked around and saw no one, alive that is, so threw back my head and roared in triumph. *
A second later I staggered as a heavy round smashed into my head between my eyes, a perfect shot. I'd have been dead if I'd been anything else. I recovered my balance and looked for the source of the shot. Looking down I saw a dot of red light dancing across my chest, and following the beam of light which was bright as a laser to me I saw a man standing in a third floor window on the east end of the house. He took aim again and fired, the heavy armor piercing round hitting my chest and whining off into the night. I smiled, hello Scorpion! I thought, how nice of you to announce yourself. He took aim again, so I took flight and with several flaps of my wings reached the window and crashed through it. He reeled back and two other men in civilian clothes opened up with Mac-10's; how annoying, so with a couple whips of my tail I pinned them to the wall with spines. Then it was just me and one of the objects of my "desire". I'll give him this, he wasn't a coward, and kept firing the Dragunov into me point blank range until I took it away from him. "Nice rifle" I said, then bent the barrel and handed it back to him. Numbly he took it, and then let it drop to the floor with a loud clatter. He looked at me and said,
"¿Qué es? ¿Por qué está haciendo esto?"
My Spanish wasn't very good, but I knew what he meant. I picked him up by the shoulder almost tenderly, and he screamed as my claws punctured his flesh, and held him close to my snout, and licked his face. He lost it a little then, and whimpered.
*"Yo, I replied in a low hissing voice, el Diablo me envió, su tiempo ess a. I am here for your sssoul Scorpion; you have forfeited your right to live. El infierno lo essspera. No more will you rape, torture, or murder the unborn. ¡Guste a hizo a mi familia! YOUR SSSOUL IS MINE!" I finished with a loud screech of hatred, saliva spraying in his face. *
"¡Por favor, tenga la misericordia!" he pleaded, eyes wide in terror.
"Did they plead for mercy? I snarled, ¿lo hecho incluso percepción cualquiera? Did my wife tell you she wass pregnant? ¿Ruegue para su vida de los bebés? Did you even care!?!"
** "¿Ruegue para su vida de los bebés? Please, who ARE you!?!" he screamed.**
"Me? I said, my name ussed to be Douglass Brewssster. You took my family from me, my reason for living. Constituí un trato con Infierno el privlege de arrastrar su alma podrida abajo conmigo. I made a deal with Hell for the privilege of dragging your rotten ssssoul down with me, along with your fellow sscum. My Mistresss waits in Hell to welcome you. And now, NO more talking!"
He pleaded some more, squealing and screaming, but I ignored him. You seem to like Scorpions, I thought, I wonder how you'd like being one? I have the power to transform people into vermin as a punishment, so I started to change him, and his screams grew higher and higher until they faded into a scraping, chittering, clicking sound. His skin turned a dirty yellow brown color as it hardened, and his fingers grew together to form the claws of large pinchers that flailed in the air as his face caved inward forming a maw of machinating segments and fangs, multiple rudimentary eyes staring blankly. His shirt split open as six legs sprouted from his sides, growing in size and kicking wildly as banded segments began forming on his chest and stomach as his skin hardened into chitin. There was another ripping sound as a tail pushed out from his spine growing longer and longer as segments formed, a nasty stinger on the tip. He had enough of his human mind left to try and use his new natural weapons on me, but the powerful pinchers and poison dripping stinger merely skidded across my scales. I could feel his agony as he became an insect, his agony and growing terror as he realized what was happening to him, and he couldn't even scream anymore. Then suddenly I had a thought, and with a smile full of fangs I let him go.
He staggered back from me waving his pinchers in the air, his still forming upper legs waving aimlessly as segments formed and hardened. He turned and ran from me on his still human lower legs, and I followed. I figured the insane creature would lead me to his master in his agony. He ran out the door, bouncing off the walls trying to break free of the hard chitin spreading across his body, trying to deny what was happening. A door opened and an armed man stepped into the hall, and the Scorpion grabbed him with its claws, its mouth working as it tried to beg for help, and then instinctively it stung the man, who screamed and sagged in the grip of the claws as the strong poison instantly took effect and stopped his heart. With a loud chittering sound the Scorpion threw the man's body from it and continued down the hall, then fell to its stomach and writhed as its lower legs changed, and its abdomen finished swelling and forming, its main body dark brown and his appendages dark yellow. It raised itself up on eight legs and spun in circles trying to stand back up, its still partially human mind trying to compensate for its strange new alien body. Then it got its bearings and fled down the hall careening off the walls at a much faster pace now, skittering over the floor with rapid movements of his multiple segmented legs, with me right behind. Man he is one ugly bug, I thought. Maybe I'll leave him this big; more of his mind would remain intact that way. The huge insect ran up to a large door and threw itself against it and its incredibly strong body smashed the door inward, and it dashed through, only to be blown back out the door in a hail of machine gun fire. It lay propped up against the wall, yellowish ooze seeping from the numerous bullet holes in its body. If it was possible for its hard chitinous countenance to look surprised it did, it waved its legs and pinchers feebly, chattered softly, and died. I hooked Scorpions soul, still in the form of the insect which was now his form for eternity, and slung it through the waiting vortex where it was welcomed with a roar of delight.
"Incoming Mistress! I heard a loud voice hiss, he's really on a roll!"
Then I entered the room. A man was trying to reload a Mac-10 with shaking hands, so I just smacked it out of his hands. I smiled when I saw who it was.
"Hello Manalito, I hissed as he back away from me, I won't call you "Prince" as that would be an insssult to royalty. Hiss, hiss, hiss. I'm pleassed to meet you at long last. A shame about your friend Ssscorpion, I think it was an improvement myself. He made a great bug, don't you think so? Oh, and olla Chaqita! Que pasa?" I added as I saw his girl friend cowering behind a large bed. I felt my penis start to emerge from my vent and stiffen in anticipation."
*Manalito kept backing away from me calling me all sorts of names in Spanish, English, and languages I didn't recognize. Well, I thought, how rude. Reaching out I grabbed him, and hooking a finger in his mouth I speared his tongue with a claw and pulled it out, then bit it off, and handed it to him. He looked at it and made loud gurgling sounds, but at least he shut the Hell up. Chaqita was screaming, but I could put up with that for now, I just hated being called names. *
*Finally I smacked him and knocked him out. I was going to take him with me so I'd have more time to "play" with him. As for his bitch, well, all that exercise had made me horny so I figured I'd rape her almost to death real quick. It would take care of my lust and pay her back for what she'd help do to my wife and sister, then I'd slice her up like they'd been, then finally put a plastic bag over her head and watch her suffocate, exactly what my wife and sister had suffered. No more, no less. I grabbed her and threw her up on the bed, and rearing up let her see my jutting erection so she'd know what I had in mind for her. I'm fifteen inches long now, and too thick to put your thumb and forefinger around. Then I ripped her clothes off, and grabbing her legs dragged her, screaming, to the edge of the bed and spread her legs wide and positioned myself to mount her. But then I paused, something wasn't right. I stood there; the head of my penis pressed against her nether lips spreading them, and tried to find what was bothering me. I snarled, and letting her legs go I crouched over her and laid my head sideways against her belly. Not one heartbeat, but two! I could feel the new life growing in her womb! *
I reared back in a daze, shocked. You have NO idea how hard it was for me not to start fucking her. I didn't know what to do! Holding my head in confusion I screamed. I wanted to hurt her, to punish her, to send her to Hell for what she had done! But a baby, an innocent? No, I couldn't; wouldn't, do that to an unborn, both the fading human and demon agreed on that point, the unborn are inviolate, and the only true innocents. I walked back over to her and she stared at me in terrified confusion. I crouched down and pressed my head to her belly again. I could hear the faint little heart beating; it was a boy, about two months old. I rubbed her belly and hissed softly, no little one, I thought, you have nothing to fear from me. She was still terrified, but asked,
"Por favor, please, what do you want?"
I raised my head and looked at her. Manalito had good taste at least, she was very pretty. She looked haggard, her eyes baggy and dark, and for the first time I noticed the bruises, new ones livid, old ones fading.
"Who did thisss to you?" I asked softly, and pressed a claw to her bruised arm.
"Manalito, gran demonio. I, I ran away from him four months ago, she said, with my lover. He was un cerdo brutal, I did not know what he was like. He hunted us down a month ago and killed Pablo, and brought me back. Tiene el beated yo todos los días. He would not let me go. He raped me every day, he and Juan, and beat me when I resisted."
I could tell she was telling the truth, that she had been an unwilling participant in Manalito's crimes, had been forced to watch, had been unable to help. I put my head back on her stomach and cooed, gently rubbing her belly. To my surprise she rubbed my head between my eyes, and said,
"You are not going to kill me?"
*"No, precioso. My business is with Manalito, he iss the last of thosse who took my family from me. Do you know you are pregnant? It iss a boy, maybe two months old. It must be Pablo's, sso not all of him is dead, he left you hiss legacy." *
I looked up and she was crying, so evidently she hadn't known. I took her head between my hands and looking her in the eyes said,
"You must raise him to be a good man, do not let him become a criminal, or I, or one like me, will come for him too. And pleassse, will you name him Robert? It was the name of the son I never had. Pleassse?" I begged.
She looked into my terrible eyes and I don't know what she saw, but her fear disappeared and; still crying, she said,
"Si, si, Roberto, yes, I promise. It is a good name for a boy, a strong name."
I pulled her into a hug and held her for a minute, and to my pleased surprise she hugged me back, and then I felt the beast began to take control again, but knew she was safe. With a soft snarl I pulled away and told her to,
"Wait here senorita, un momento."
I turned and ran through the door and quickly explored the house. I found exactly what I was hoping for in one room, a huge pile of cash stacked next to counting machines. The bastards make so much selling their poison they can't even count it by hand. There must have been several million dollars, chump change to a successful drug lord. I stashed the cash in several large tote bags, and then went in search of my second goal. I found what I needed out in the back of the house, a beat up old car in good running condition with the keys in the ignition. I loaded the bags in the trunk, had second thoughts and slung one bag over my shoulder, and then went back into the house. If anyone saw me; but I didn't sense anybody, they were smart enough to leave well enough alone. I'd made my point, don't fuck with me, and money only busy so much loyalty.
When I got back to the bedroom I told Chaqita; no, her name was Elizabeth, to put on some plain clothes. Once she had I picked her up and carried her out to the car and put her in it. I told her about the money, told her to spend just enough to live well and to take care of her family. I also gave her Tony's name and phone number, told her he'd help her immigrate to the states if she wanted. Then I told her to get the HELL out of here. She didn't need a second invitation, and spun the tires as she took off. I took flight and circled overhead as escort until she reached the main highway, then left her fate in the hands of whoever would look over her. I could do no more. I gave a final wail of farewell, and turned back to the ravaged house. Manalito had woken up, but hadn't gotten very far. I picked him up under his armpits and carried him off into the desert. There was no pursuit.
I had two days to work on him, which would leave me enough time to return home and do one last thing I needed to do. I was not kind, and used him to satisfy my lust by mounting him and raping him in the ass and mouth repeatedly during the day while taking refuge in a large cave. It was not as enjoyable as with Madam Marian, but it did the trick. The whole time I talked to him, told him who I had been and why I was doing this to him. He only gurgled in answer, or mewled in pain. Then I hung him from a tree by his wrists and skinned him alive, very slowly, taking all evening and most of a night, the bright moon providing plenty of light as I worked. I had to be careful as he really bucked and twitched, he was very lively as I peeled him inch by inch with blood splattering me and the ground until I was standing in red mud. When I was done I raped him again, then staked him out on a red ant mound and watched as his writhing squirming body disappeared under a seething mass of red chitin and flashing mandibles, his only sounds wet gurgling moans. He was strong and lasted; with my help, until there wasn't much left except bones and muscles. Then I let him die, and threw his soul into the waiting vortex. And it was over, my revenge was complete, and I felt only horrible despair as I contemplated spending eternity like I was now. But I had made a deal and it had been honored, so I would honor my own part.
"Slayer, I heard my Mistress say in my mind, you have done well and I am pleased, it is almost time; do you wish to come home now? Say the word and I will send one for you."
"Mistress, I have one more day, may I stay and do one last thing?"
"But of course, Mistress Vulva replied, when your time is up I will send one to escort you. You need not fear him, he is a friend."
"Yes Mistress, I said, thank you."
I winged my way as fast as I could back to what had once been my home, having to stop and rest during the day in an old abandoned building. When I woke it was my last night on earth, and I reached home a few hours before dawn. I visited my house and retrieved one item, left the bag of money on the table for Tony to find when he came to take a look at his new house, and then after taking one last look around I left for good. I flew to a nearby rich neighborhood with large well kept grounds and found what I wanted, and was about to collect them when all of a sudden a glowing pentagram opened nearby, and with the clap of wings a large red and black dragon flew through leaving a trail of flickering heat like a mirage. He hovered, spotted me, and then flying over he touched down and perched next to me and looked at me with eyes full of flickering flames. He was larger than I was, a most handsome and impressive demon. He breathed a puff of flame, and said,
"Hi there, I'm Pet. Mistress Vulva sent me as your escort. You ready?"
I asked him if I could have a little more time, he asked me why, and when I told him he smiled and said no problem. Mistress Vulva was right, I did like him. He even helped me with my last chore.
It was a calm clear night, the moon providing just enough light to see by if you didn't have night vision. The cemetery was peaceful, there being just enough of a breeze to stir the trees branches a little every now and then. There was a sudden brief disturbance and the sound of wings, and a battered and blood stained Barney the Dinosaur doll suddenly fell from the sky to land on a pair of graves, followed by a huge deluge of flowers of all kinds, many still with their roots. Then the sound of wings faded and peace returned.
"You know, Pet said, as they flew back to the pentagram. That was a nice thing to do."
"I had to say goodbye one last time, I answered, thank you for helping me."
*"Hiss, hiss, hiss, said Pet, boy are those rich folks going to be pissed when they see what we did to their flower beds! Hiss, hiss, hiss!" *
"Fuck'em, I replied, Hiss, hiss, hiss!"
We circled over the pentagram, and I followed Pet when he stood on his head and dropped through it. With a rumble like distant thunder it snapped shut and faded from sight.
"Mistress, I thought, I'm coming home."
"Welcome", I heard in my mind.
** THE END**
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