Incubus Succubus, Lies, chapter 6

Chapter six – A week in hell
Part I


“What time is it?”
Lilith had just woken and wanted to know what the hell had been going on and where in the hell she was. Sitting up she saw Liz lying next to her, and on the couch lays the P.I. that had been stalking her and Liz.
He was watching them. His shirt was off and he had been bandaged up like a mummy. His entire chest and abdomen were white with bandages. There were at least 3 spots that still bled, and he was paler than she remembered him ever being. He raised his one good arm, the other in a sling and set in a cast, and told her it was 3pm.
“How long have we been here? And why are you all fucked up?”
Richard frowned at her and replied.
“That’s gratitude for you, I almost get killed helping Liz there free you, and you can’t remember it? fuckin` Figures.”
“I remember only being freed, from … hell.”
Lilith sets up and moves to the end of the bed hoping not to disturb Liz. She saw a pack of smokes on the floor next to Richard and asked to have one. With his good arm he tossed them up at her then the lighter, he then pushed the ashtray so it was still with in his reach. After she had lit a smoke for her she tossed the pack back at Richard, and then the lighter.
He followed her lead and lit one for himself. After a few puffs he looked up over at her. She was still the same person, but he knew someone else was driving and he wanted to make sure he stayed on her good side. Something about her eyes now, just really unnerved him.
She was watching him, almost with a predators stare, waiting for… whatever, he had no clue, and he decided to answer her questions as best he could.
“We are in Hamtramck. It’s an old polish town on the fringes of Detroit. How long have we been here, 3 weeks, you’ve been out cold all that time. Liz there has been taking care of both of us. She’s been a real trooper. Honestly if it was not for her and her brother, we’d both be dead.”
Lilith looked at him and felt his mind, searched it for the signs of a lie and found none.
“So Liz has more than one brother?”
“yeah but both of them have been in and out, bringing supplies and helping her bring you… food.”
“Both,” Lilith wondered if the one from the slave pen was still alive, then asked, “Is one of those brothers a doctor?”
“Yeah…” Richard replied. He watched her get up and move to the window to look out. She saw a massive church across the street, and turned to look back at him.
“What is the name of that place over there?”
Richard tried to remember but found that he could not, and said that the name of the church was the same as the street that it was on. He then added there was a bar down the street called “Mephistos” Lilith laughed a little at the irony of that, and went back to the window and watched as the world turned outside. Old couples were walking, hand in hand, cars turning on or off the street… children playing in the fenced in yard of the church.
“It’s a school too,” came Richard’s voice from behind her as if answering her unasked question. Without looking back she saw a road sign that read ‘Florien’ and reasoned the name of the church then must be ‘St. Florien’.
Everywhere she looked she saw the effects of time on this street, and the little world it created. Time had not been kind, but still there were signs that the people here cared for this, their little corner of the world, and took whatever care they could to make the place as warm as they could.
She turned from the window and went to the kitchen to look for something to drink and found to her surprise, bottles of blood. Without hesitation she took one out and returned to the room that Liz and Richard were in.
Liz was now setting up and yawning, smiling at seeing her mistress up and about. Before she could say anything though, Lilith asked her.
“Where did this come from?” holding the bottle of blood out to her, she then opened it and took a deep drink. It was cold but still it was good and comforting. She could not help but noticed that something was missing, what she could not put her finger on.
Liz smiled and said her brother had gotten a job at a local blood bank and had been collecting bottles for her when no one was looking. Liz beamed with pride over this and hopped Lilith would be proud, but instead Lilith said.
“He has to stop that now. No more, I will not feed like this.” She emptied the bottle and tossed it in the trash.
“You feel up to going out tonight for a hunt darling?”
Liz’s squeal of joy was a little too loud, both Lilith and Richard looked at her sideways, Lilith with a smile. Richard however was more than a little disturbed by it. He knew they were close but he had no idea it was like this, and wondered if he would live much longer. Lilith just regarded him and laughed saying, “if you’re a good boy, I might even let you enjoy Liz’s company.”
Liz looked over at him and smiled like she had that first day he saw her in the dinner. Richard felt almost at once utterly sick and passed out form the strain of his pain and the fear the thought of them playing with him brought to him.
When he woke up several hours later he was alone, the TV was still on, and all he could think of was how to get the fuck out of there. Then he remembered his boss, Stephen… Richard looked around for a phone, He found his in the kitchen.
After sitting at the table trying not to think about what would happen if they came in while he was on the phone, he decide to put his fear away and make the call. Moving to the front of the house to watch for them from a window he waited as the phone seemed to ring for ever, then it was answered.
“Beldon speaking, how may I help you?”
“Beldon, its me Richard… fuck, its all fucked up, is the boss there?”
“The ‘Boss’ is resting at this time; I have been instructed to take what ever information you may have. What is wrong?”
“Look I don’t know how much time I have, ‘She’ has me, they have stepped out but I am shot up real bad and not in a hospital. I don’t know how much longer I will be kept alive. This shit is fucked up Beldon I did not sign on for this….” He is cut off by Beldon at this point.
“You were hired to follow, not get involved, if you have gotten into trouble that is your affair. Tell me where you are and I will see what can be done to get the “Bose” there as soon as possible. But until then, you’re a smart man, stay alive.”
Richard could not believe he was hearing this but didn’t know what else to do. He knew if he tried to leave he would be hunted down by them faster than he could run. The thought of being hunted by them terrified him.
“Someplace in Hamtramck mi, I will need to do a little recon once I can get up and around to tell you exactly were. There’s no mail here.”
“Very well then, hope to hear from you soon. The sooner you call back the sooner we can get you out.”
Click.

“OK, how to stay alive?” Richard sat there for a while and said fuck it and got dressed; found the key he had and headed down the street to the bar called “Mephistos”.

Part II

Richard walked in and his eyes slowly adjusted to the light of the place, all to dark. He was patted down at the door by the two massive security guards on duty there. One checked his drivers’ license the other took his money, and he was let in.
Stepping inside he saw to his left a staircase going up, at its feet cage that contained a writhing body of supple flesh, clad only in the barest of garments to maximize the exposure of her body with out being nude or truly topless. She smiled at him as his eyes moved over her and round the room, A D.J. booth in front of a dance floor, which was itself behind a wall, then the bar.
The bar itself ran the full length of the right wall right up to the D.J booth and the other end on the street facing wall. It was still early, Richard figured as there were only a few people sitting at the bar. Sitting down the bartended was suddenly in his face smiling at him.
“What can I get ya?”
“Whiskey and sour, double shot if you don’t mind.” Said Richard
“Coming at cha” said the tender, “names Syn,“ he said as he began to make Richards drink, “You new around here?”
“Richard looked at him and weighted his answer and decided the truth would be the best. He figured no one would believe it, and give him some room thinking him an ass, or even better insane.”
“Yeah I’m new, I’m being held prisoner by this vampire chic and her lesbo lover. They got me on a short leash, and I am out getting a drink to stop the pain of being shot the fuck up getter her ass out of prison.”
Richard watched as Syn just looked at him a little unsure of what to make of the story he’d just heard, and then caught himself almost pouring too much whiskey into the glass. Richard smiled to himself and passed the money over to him. But Syn just stood there, then with a nod of his head asked Richard…
“You mean that woman over there?”
Fearing the worst, Richard slowly turned to look at the person in question, and to his relief saw that it was neither Lilith, nor Liz. The sigh of relief he let out was enough for her to notice him and he quickly turned back around.
Her features were still fresh in his mind, the long dreadlocked multi color hair, black lipstick and eye liner, the pale white face and piercing red eyes, for some reason both excited him and frightened him. Her height was also bothering him; he could not tell if it was from the tall boots or her actual height, but she had to be close to 6ft tall if not taller. She was so slender and well endowed that Richard found himself thinking she was a living Barbie doll, a nightmarish one, but still.
Richard found himself for some reason remembering the shape of her eyes, almost perfect almonds, a deep blue in color, the black eye liner was painting on the left eye in the shape of the eye of Horus, her lips were very full and the bottom one deeply pouting. The lipstick was however painted on in a manner that reminded him of a porcelain doll, only the center of the lips were blackened, the edges were whitened out as perfectly as the rest of her face.
Richard was about to ask the bartender her name, when he felt a hand on his shoulder, then lips press against his ear. Her breath was cold and smelled of something foreign but not unpleasant, he could not place the scent… but he also realized he could not understand her words.
The world for him had again taken a turn for the horrific. As her words echoed in his ears he saw visions of people moving; bright and dark, transparent and other worldly, heavenly and hellish.
Richard turned around to face the woman and prayed the visions would stop, but to his horror they were still there, moving through the living as if they had no idea they were there. This time the woman that he had seen was still as she had appeared when he first saw her, but now, now she was red instead of pale white. Splitting the dreads at the back of her head and curling under and forward were two very evil looking horns. These were as black as her lipstick and eyeliner; however the tips seemed to glow as if lit from the inside by fire. As she spoke a forked tongue licked at his flesh, her body trembled every time her tongue touched his face as if she were moved to orgasm.
She began to laugh at him and stepped back motioning for him to follow her as she headed up the stairs next to the cage where both a living girl and a demonic thing slithered around that girl in time to the music that was playing, (Juno Reactors “god is god”) and inside them both, knelt a seemingly peaceful soul praying, rocking in time to the music.
Doing his best not to scream and run Richard stood, and not forgetting his drink, headed up the stairs behind the deamonis.
Reaching the 2nd floor he noticed yet another bar, and a room split in half by a wall. One side was full of tables and chairs; the other side was more elegant, with full plush leather house chairs and end tables. It was to the former that she moved and sat down, literally on and inside one of the spectral beings that stat at the same table.
She motioned for Richard to sit down, but he hesitated, sitting where he was supposed to sit was this horrid thing… or mangled person. She smiled at him and began to speak again but now for some reason he could understand her.
“They can no more feel you sitting in them than they can see or hear you. Sit.”
Praying that she was right he moved to the chair and pulled it out a little to sit and to his surprise found that there were now two chairs. His and the one the … thing was sitting in. slowly he sat down and pulled his chair forward.
“How is this possible?”
Richard said, he could think of nothing else to say and it was out of his lips before he even realized he had said it. The Daemonis just sat back in her chair, the ghost sitting there with her was leaning forward, and the site for Richard was a little sickening.
She began to talk so he did his best to focus on just that, her words. Her voice reminded him of a singer from a band… concrete blonde? Yeah, her voice…

“They can not see or hear us, because they are not here. Yet, there they are. The world you live in is a strange and wonderful place full of mystery and horror. But we can get to that in a moment, I am Übella, and I am your Daemon.”
Richard looked at her for a moment, he thought about all he knew from Sunday school, what demons are supposed to be, and feared he had stepped into hell and would never see the face of God. To his surprise and further horror, the Daemonis began to laugh at him.
“Don’t be silly, you’re not going to hell because I am here, or that I am yours. What I said is true, but not as you understand it.”
Richard looked at her and sat forward, his face tightened, then he took a drink and asked her,
“Can you explain it to me then, cause right now I don’t know anything, its all so fucked up. Ever sense I took this fucking job, my life has been shattered. I don’t now right from wrong or good from bad… if you are mine as you say, fucking help me get my sanity back!”
Richard began to tremble the thing he had been trying not to do finally over came him and he began to cry. That when he noticed her features soften, her expression change from amusement to deep concern, but also all the ghostly things around him seemed to look up, as if they could for a moment feel his suffering.
“I can help you, but you need to accept me. I am yours, and what that means is, you created me. I am an extension of your soul, awakened and given life by your exposure to the deep and more secret parts of the greater world around you. The very fact that other enlighten humans can now see me, is testimony to how much you have accepted what is real. We have been called many things over the centuries, guardian angels, spirit guides, and demons. But the truth is we are none of those things…”
Before she could finish Richard stopped her and says, “But you just called yourself a daemon, what’s the difference between a daemon and a demon?”
Übella smiles and reaches across the table and touches his hand, it’s cold and warm, the touch of her hand, its comforting and repulsive, all he can do is sit there and stare at her as she speaks.
“Daemons, are the living incarnation of the enlightened, an extension of the soul of an individual that enables the truly enlightened to access the hidden power of the universe. Demons, demons are dark artifacts of mans evil, they exists only because men believe they do. But they can never, not exist now because men have believed in them for so long. They now exist in that layer of creation that those who are cruel and ‘sinful’ go when they die.
Angels are the opposite of them in that they exist in the layer were the good go when they die. Only mortal men, not the children of the old gods can exist in these two places. Creatures such as the vampire that now commands your daily life can never see these places, they can never know them. As a result they can never now piece as mortal men do.
They are force to be reborn every time they die, only because there is no place for them to go, save back into a mortal body. There is no genetic code that says what mortal will be one or to identify one once it is born again.”
Übella pauses to let what she has said into Richards mind. As she sits there he tries very hard to understand all this, he thinks of all the things he thought he knew. “Limbo…” he thinks out loud, “what about this, and these layers you mentioned, how many are there? Is the entire universe set up like this? Which religion is right?”
Übella stops him and says,
“Slow down; let me answer these questions first.”
Richard takes another drink and looks around, he see the shining and the twisted around him and looks hurriedly back at Übella, still not sure if he has gone utterly insane or not he tries to focus on her solely again.
“Let me speak of ‘Limbo’ first. It is like angels and demons an artifact of man kind’s dogma and faith. In the early days if its existence it was only for those of the Christian faith, but slowly as religions began to blend together and the boundaries between them began to break down, its borders grew. It is however not what anyone believes it to be.
You see Limbo is a place were only those that have a true balance of right and wrong can exist. That is why when someone dies and is brought back to the living and they speak of it, it is referred to a barren place. Nature exists there, because it is a literal incarnation of that perfect balance. Neither good nor evil, it simply is. For men, such a balance is foreign to them, it frightens them and they strive to be either good or evil, very few have found peace in their minds and hearts in such a balance, as a result it has been labeled, Chaos.”
Richard for some reason beyond his current understanding feels he cans see this, that he understands it, she smiles and says, “Yes”, and then continues.
“The many layers of this world and why they exist. Why they exist was lost to memory, but what is known is that they exist in the way the do here on this world, only on this world. Getting free of it and the layers seems to be an impossibility.
Some have suggested that it is mans fault this world is locked inside of itself, others that the vampires are to blame. Those that believe this, Suggesting that the vampires are an abomination. This disrupted the overall reality in such a way that the universe fearing their spread, rather than destroy this world, the universe locked it within itself as punishment.
But none of that really maters; the layers are real, and separate each of the realities that are all part of this world. There is the prime layer in which mortal men exist, there are the two layers of their after life, which in reality are a single layer, and itself split in two, stemming out from the base of limbo. I know that contradicts what I have just said but it is truth.
The last layer is the magical realm, having itself two parts, the upper and lower plains. The upper is where those Gods that did not die or who removed themselves from the realms of men now live. Like the spirit world, it is divided in two as well, both existing in the same plane, each the other unaware of the other, mostly. They must open doors to cross between themselves but like the spirit world that door is more of an ideal rather than a real physical door.
The lower magical plain is where those creatures born of the old gods reside. Creatures you know as Elf’s, goblins, sprites, gnomes, boogie men, werewolves, and many others. But you will never find vampires there, unlike all the other magical children; they are bound to the center, the physical world of men.
This realm of the magical layer is the closest to the center followed next by the spiritual, the upper realm of the magical layer is by design of the gods that dwell there, further removed so they never have to hear the pleading of the mortal realms unless they chose to. Because of this they have become aloof, and distant form the concerns of the world they shaped and then retreated from.
As to what religion is right, quite simply all of them and none of them, but because the old gods retreated to their lofty realm, their influence on the world has faded. Those religions that now reign are those started by prophets, that through the faith of men in these other men, enlightened men such as yourself who found the true balance of nature and the universe and were able to live that balance, were greater by far than even the Mages, sorcerers, and necromancers of old.
There would have been 5 such great religions today had one of those great men chose to spread his understanding of that balance. His name like the others is still known and spoken today but not as a prophet or son of a god, like the others; His name was Merlin.”
Richard stops her by raising his hand and saying rather doubtful, and with great suspicion,
“Merlin was real? So all that shit about king Arthur and the knights of the round table really happened, the Green Knight, the giants, the holy grail, all of it?”
“I can not testify to those things, only that Merlin was, is real.” She pulls back and looks around, her once tranquil and playful features shift to concern. Stand abruptly she shifts back to looking human, normal and all the ghost fad from Richards view. She moves quickly and grabs his hand and pulls him almost to his feet and begins to head for the back door.
“We need to leave here now, she is close.” Says the Daemonis, “if she finds you here with me, she may well kill you before you can grow into the person I think you are meant too. Listen to all I say, watch my motions, it is important that you learn these things as fast as you can, your life depends on it!”
Übella begins to recite what sounds like a rhyme to Richard, but the words are foreign and almost painful to his ears but he listens and remembers them. he watches her hands as a glowing seal of unknown letters and symbols form In the air in front of them, and then she stops, looks at Richard and with her right hands index finger touches the very center of the glowing shape in front of them, there is a sharp pop and they are in a wooded area.
Richard looks around and realizes he is now alone, and he has no idea where he is.

Part III, I am Lilith, let the world burn


“How could I have let him alone, for even a moment, how could I have trusted him!”
Lilith was boiling over with rage as she pulled Liz behind her into the bar called Mephistos. The door man attempted to stop her but she looked at him and hissed a word of darkness at him. His skin began to become brittle and flake, stepping back he watched in horror as his entire body crumbled to ash, and he was dead.
Lilith looked around the room as she entered, no one save the bartender having seen what she had done. As she stepped closer, he stepped back until he could go no further, two steps. Syn watched as her lithe body moved like a serpents’ with each step closer. In her hand was the hand of a school girl fantasy/nightmare, Syn didn’t know if he should be excited or terrified, these two were by far the most attractive woman he has ever seen.
She came up to the bar and smiled at him, all the fury of hell in her eyes as she asked him.
“I am looking for a man, he would be in his early 40’s, a little worse for wear, and he may even be limping. Do tell man of Adam, what have your eyes seen this day that can guide me to him?”
Syn listened and felt a fear he had not felt in his entire life, the pile of ash were his friend once stood reminding him of the peril he is in, tried to remain calm but began to shake and tremble in spite of himself. He found he could not speak and could barely move, but move he did as he pointed up the stairs, and managed to utter “up there” to her.
Lilith smiled at him and said,
“Make her a drink, I will be right back.”
Sitting Liz down at the bar Lilith turned and headed up the stairs seeming to forget that Liz was even there.
Liz looked at him and smiled softly, she seemed to not be affected by the madness that was fallowing the other woman up the stairs, she reached over the bar and asked Syn for a Jaeger and coke, which he quickly began to make for her.
Syn watched as she stood and began to dance to the music playing, her body moving as seductively as the other woman’s, each movement in perfect time to the beat of the song. She smiled at him and licked her lips, there was blood on them. syn began to realize there was also blood on her hands, and chest. He prayed he would live to see tomorrow.
Upstairs, Lilith looked around the second floor then moved up to the third floor, Richard was no where to be found. She screamed and everyone in the bar stopped, their hearts missing a beat, those on the same floor as her watched in horror as she moved from person to person and tore out their throats with her teeth and drank from them every last drop of blood. When she came down to the first floor again, she found Liz has killed at least two people there, covered in blood Liz looked as monstrous as any nightmare that had ever existed in any dream or movie.
The bartender was sitting behind the bar praying that his god would save him as Lilith came up to him, she regarded him slowly, as his head rose, his eyes meeting hers.
“he was not up there man of Adam, why did you unto me a lie tell?”
Syn began to cry, feeling his bowls and blader release, and through his tears did his best to answer her.
“I swear to you he went up there, with… with a woman, she was not normal though, she was, she was not human. She must have taken him away, I am telling the truth, please don’t kill me, please, I am telling the truth!”
Lilith regarded him and stepped up in front of him and kneeled down, she wiped the tears from his face.
The blood soaked Liz came up behind her, dizzy and sticky from her ecstasy, laughing almost at the poor wretch that was Syn,
“Can we play with him my queen?” was all she said, but Lilith ignored her and moved her hand over his face as a lover might in a moment of compassion. At that moment the door to the bar opened and three cops entered. They had their weapons drawn, each had their gun pointed at Liz, they ordered her to step from out behind the bar and lay down on the floor.
Liz laughed at them, she began to dance to the music again as she picked up a drink from the bar. Those few left alive in the bar were moved out by one of officers, then Lilith stood up.
She regarded them with the same deep passion she had just looked upon Syn with. They ordered her to come out from behind the bar with her hands where they could see them. three more officers came in from the back door of the bar on the first floor, each of them weapons drawn.
Lilith pushed passed Liz, kissing her and licking the blood from her face, her ands touching the sex of Liz making Liz coo with lust. Out in the open the officers moved forward to place her under arrest seeing no weapon in her hands.
Her left hand came up and she uttered the same word she had when entering the bar. Liz dropped to the floor and the officer closest to Lilith began to turn to ash, his scream for god lost in the music, (velvet acid Christ, Lust for blood). Confused and full of sudden terror the other officers began to open fire on her, each bullet seeming to have no effect, as another officer erupted into ash and fell to the floor.
Finally a round hit her in the chest and she stumbled backwards, a scream echoing the deaths of ten thousand legions of unborn men, slipped out of her lips causing everyone in the bar to hold their ears, dropping what ever they had been holding. Lilith called for Liz and they ran out into the street that had now become dark in the pm hours. Behind them a fog of black soot exploded into the air covering their escape into the night, allowing them to reach their current home and watch as the police struggled to clean up and recover from the effects of Lilith’s anger.
. In the bar, Syn sat rocking back and forth, unaware that the surviving officers were attempting to move him. He kept saying he had told the truth, that the man was upstairs, and that he had not lied to her. How he wanted to have her consume him.
On the second and third floors were found the bartenders still alive, all the guest either turned to ash or dead from exsanguination. Each of those bartenders as incoherent as Syn, each trapped in their own minds forever watching Lilith consume and destroy everyone around them.

chapter Six of Book two *lies* is done!

after much suffering and toiling over my laptop, i have finally finished chapter six of my second book in the "Incubus, Succubus" series. it is full of the things you have come to love about my writing, but now the action is even more... actiony than it was before... (can i say actiony? is there a better way to say it?)

i am still looking for a name for my deamonis that is introduced in this chapter, if you have not posted your names for the contest do so now. it ends tomorrow!

Its the "Name that Deamonis" contest!

Its the Name that Deamonis contest!

OK my darlings, now that the story is writing itself again i have decided to let you help me with a very small part of it. the name of a Deamonis that is going to be introduced into the story. i will give you a hint at the story line by way a few paragraphs of it. they will be from different parts of the chapter i am working on so you can get as basic ideal of her. there is no real prize here, save a mention in the credits of the 2nd novel for helping with the name and a signed copy of it BEFORE it goes into print. yes thats right you will get to see the entire story for free before anyone else!

the rules of the game:
1)you can enter as many names as you would like but only once. so before you post your name ideals to me make sure you have what you want to submit. i will not accept a second post. any attempt to get me to do so will result in you being removed from the contest.
2)No name from another novel currently in print will be acceptable. names from works in the 1800's will get consideration.
3) this contest will run for 2 weeks only! so mark your calenders, Nov. 22 is the last day. any submissions posted after midnight eastern standard time will not be accepted. you have been warned.

OK here she is!

Her features were still fresh in his mind, the long dreadlocked multi color hair, black lipstick and eye liner, the pale white face and piercing red eyes for some reason both excited him and frightened him. Her height was also bothering him, he could not tell if it was from the tall boots or her actual height.

Richard was about to ask the bar tender her name when he felt a hand on his shoulder, then lips press against his ear. Her breath was cold and smelled of something foreign but not unpleasant, he could not place the scent… but he also realized he could not understand her words.

The world for him had again taken a turn for the horrific. As her words echoed in his ears he saw visions of people moving, both bright and dark, transparent and other worldly, heavenly and hellish.

Richard turned around to face the woman and prayed the visions would stop, but to his horror they were still there, moving through the living as if they had no idea they were there. And this time the woman that he had seen was still as she had appeared when he first saw her but now, now she was red instead of pale white, splitting the dreads at the back of her head and curling under and forward were two very evil looking horns. And as she spoke a forked tongue licked at his flesh.