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Subject: {ASSM} Demon Lust chapter 10 - Demion (horror, no sex)
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Demion


It was a dark, heavy stone, standing on five legs that were made of
human bones, each of them reaching up its side and bending around the
bowl's round form, snuggling to the walls, as if they would be forged
and welded to fit the shape of the bowl. The bones were crowned with
human skulls, each of them staring with dead eyes into the center of
the bowl. The five legs rooted into the corners of a pentagram,
chiseled deeply into the stone floor. Although the bowl's surface was
covered with dried, dark blood, that formed thick, disturbing patterns
on it, the bones were still white, as if the blood would refuse to
stick to them. Where the blood had dripped from the bowl to the ground
and onto the pentagram, it had formed obscene signs in a ancient
language that dated back in times humans only remembered in myths or
nightmares.


A trembling sound of anguish and despair floated through the room and
mixed with the choir of moans and screams of punished souls, that was
heard through the stained glass windows. The thin figure, hanging by
its ankles over the bowl, seemed lifeless, until it moved slightly and
another pitiful sound was heard. The light from fires outside the
window bathed it in its light, shining on countless scares that ran
all over his body. As the sound of a key unlocking the rooms massive
door reached its ears, the bound figure turned its head and another
moan of desperation tried to escape lips that were sealed by a thin
layer of partly torn skin. It struggled violently as it recognized the
visitor who slowly emerged from the shadow.


The visitor was wearing a black dress, that clung to a voluptuous
female body, as if it would be painted on the skin, accentuating full
breasts and sensual hips. Although the tight dress went down to her
ankles, it couldn't hide the odd shape of the left leg and as she
stepped closer, the clicking sound of a hoof on stone tortured the
struggling figure's ear. Silky, black hair flowed over the woman's
bare shoulders, the soft waves partially hiding a crucifix shaped burn
mark on a pale, grey face.


"I see you recognize me, my old friend." Lillith's voice was soft,
almost tender as she talked as if meeting an old, long missed friend,
but the bound figure didn't miss the hint of cruelty swinging in the
deep, sensual voice. "How long since we last met? 20 years? 30?" She
chuckled. "I'm sure, it felt like an eternity for you. And by the look
of it, it seems as if my minions made you rue the weakness of your
flesh every single day" She reached out and touched a fresh whip mark
with a finger, a touch that made the skin sizzle and smoke, causing
the bound figure to flinch in pain.


"The time has come to enjoy the sweet taste of revenge for what your
friend did to me, back in the chapel so many years ago." She reached
out, taking the skinny head into a cruel grasp and forcing the bound
figure to look at her face, causing it to scream in pain as the touch
burned the skin.

"Yes," she hissed, her voice now oozing with hate, as she forced
Steven Friar to look at the mark on her face. "this stigma is your
friend's work! He dared to burn the cursed sign of your god in my
face! And as I can't change my form in this realm, even the smallest
demon, imp and cursed soul sees I've been defeated by him, a mere
mortal!"


She stared into Steven's face, savoring the pain and agony she was
causing him. "But I will have my revenge, and you, my dear, you will
watch how I destroy your friend, and I will enjoy watching you suffer
when your friend's soul will be mine." She finally let go of his head
and although the burned skin seemed to heal with unnatural speed, the
expression on Steven's face left no doubt that the pain remained.
Lillith watched fresh scars form where her hand had held the face and
then turned, a cruel smile showing how much she enjoyed to torture the
former priest's lost soul.


She reached out, her lips whispering a conjuration, the strange sounds
causing her victim to shiver and whimper in fear. He watched smoke
form on her outstretched hand, an undistinguishable shape first but as
her spell went on, slowly forming the shape of a dark, evil looking
dagger. The blade was made out of black obsidian, sharp like a razor
and glistening in the glooming light as if it would have been bathed
in blood. Lillith turned towards her victim and approached him slowly.


"So long I waited for the time to be right, watching him. I watched
how our encounter in the chapel turned him into a demon hunter in
order to revenge what happened to you and chase the Evil from earth's
surface." Her brief laughter made it very clear how futile this
endeavor was in her eyes.


"I observed his victories over minions and demons who felt from grace
of my master and were sent to be punished by him. Easy victories, that
boosted his confidence until he now thinks he is invincible and the
vatican's best demon hunter. Years have passed, years in which I took
pleasure to make sure you'll never forget what he did to me. And now
the time has finally come to show him how weak he is and have him pay
for what he did to me. Let me show you the instrument of my revenge."


Lillith grabbed Steven's head by his hair, yanking it back until his
back was bending. She stared in her victim's eyes, ignoring his
struggles as she guided the blade to his throat and then, inhaling
sharply, sliced the blade through it. Steven's scream was brutally cut
and changed into a wet, gurgling sound as his blood spilled from the
cut veins and filled the bowl. She let the head go and stepped back,
watching the blood spill from the wound as her victim struggled in
agony, watching his life squirt from the wound and fill the basin. As
the last drops of blood felt from the wound, Lillith stepped closer
and skimmed a finger along the cruelly torn flesh. Where it touched,
the wound melted together and the gash closed, leaving behind another
scar.


Steven inhaled sharply, his eyes fluttering and then groaned "Why
don't you just let me die, you filthy demon? Don't you ever get tired
of tormenting me?"


Lillith laughed, a heartless, sadistic laugh as she looked at him as
if she was pondering to torment him some more. She slowly approached
his face with the dagger and as he flinched in fear of the cursed
blade, she whispered a command and it turned into black smoke again
that swirled in the air and vanished.


"You damned yourself to an eternity of torment as you broke the
promise you made in front of your god and submitted to the temptation
of the flesh. So weak you were, so easy to seduce." she laughed,
blowing him a sensual kiss that made him shiver. "And you still yearn
for my touch, for the lust you felt when you defiled the altar with my
body and your primitive need to mate with the first woman that tempted
you."


He tried to dissent but he knew she was right and his protest was
nothing but a weak pretend, a gesture so pathetic, it only made the
demon chuckle and laugh more. Lillith turned her attention to the
stone vessel and started to whisper another conjuration in a language
that dated back to a time beyond history. And even though the fallen
priest didn't understand the words, the sheer sound of it made him
shiver and groan. The crimson liquid in the bowl slowly stopped moving
and an image started to form on its surface, showing Amber on her way
to school.


Steven watched her walk, transfixed by the sensual sway of her hips, a
move so feminine and erotic, it so not matched the youthful appearance
of the girl. "Who is she?" he finally broke the silence. Lillith
smiled, watching her masterpiece as well.


"She? Oh, just our friend's demise."


-o-


Amber smiled as she approached the school. Her face didn't show any
sign of anxiety about the corpse that surely had been found in the
school by now. To any observer she looked like an average teenager on
her way to school, looking forward to meet with her friends. And
actually there was a student she was looking forward to meet today.
From all of last night's events, it was the remembrance of Ashley
watching her under the shower, that was burned into her memory, not
Jon's attempted rape and how she made him pay for that. As a matter of
fact, she didn't think of it at all and so she stopped in unpretending
surprise when she saw the police cars in front of the school.


She approached some of her colleagues who were standing in a corner of
the place in front of the school. They were obviously very excited
about something and as she got closer, she heard feverish whispers.
One of the girls noticed her and waved her closer.


"Did you hear it?"


Amber looked at her and shook her head. "No, what's going on? Was
there an accident with a student?"


The girl looked behind her as if to make sure they were alone and then
whispered totally excited: "They found a body in the gym!"


The mental picture of Jon struggling and screaming as his life was
sucked from him without mercy hit her and she gasped with wide open
eyes. The girl, misinterpreting her reaction, nodded and continued.


"Fred, the janitor found him, but they took him away and nobody can
speak with him. Charley from 4B says it's because it is not an
ordinary stiff.


She looked around again and then got closer, her lips almost touching
Amber's ear as she hushed: "He says, they are not even sure it's
human! He heard one of the officers spew up his breakfast when he
entered the scene and saw it!"


"Fred said, the thing looked like a fucking zombie! A dried up, zombie
from hell!" Amber looked up and saw Charley with the the others from
4B. "You've seen 'The Mummy', did you? He looks like that, all dry and
wrinkly, with no cloths at all, Fred told me. And ", he looked at the
students who were hanging at his lips and then gloated, "Fred says, he
has a huge boner! Shit, a fucking horny zombie!"


These words caused quite an uproar among his audience, the girls
yelling what a gross stupid idiot he would be and then hushing and
giggling to each other as they discussed that detail, while the boys
slapped his shoulder and wanted to know more details, a request
Charley was only too willing to fulfill. Amber didn't listen to the
story he was making up, she looked over to the police and saw Pater
Gregorius stand there with a two police officers and a man she never
had seen before in Halesowen. It was a tall man, easily more than 6
feet tall with broad shoulders that were accentuated by the long dark
leather coat he was wearing. He had short white hair that made him
look older than he probably was. Something about his face and the way
he moved made Amber think that he probably wasn't older than her dad.


To her surprise, Amber saw two silver crosses, one on each side of the
black shirt's collar as he opened the coat to fetch something from the
inside pocket of his coat and showed it to the older police man. Pater
Gregorius talked to the police officer as well, his body language
telling Amber he was trying to persuade his vis-à-vis. The officer
seemed to be highly confused, as he looked from Pater Gregorius to the
stranger and then back, shaking his head as if he would try to argue,
until he finally seemed to give in and led the two priest towards the
gym. Amber felt a surge of anxiety as she watched the stranger, her
eyes following him until he entered the building.

She concentrated so much on the scene, that she almost jumped when
Ashley grabbed her arm and told her the dean just sent them all home
until tomorrow. She looked at her and smiled broadly as memories how
Ashley secretly watched her in the shower the evening before came back
to her mind, causing a familiar warmth to grow in her loins.


"Say", she smiled at the girl, "do you want to come to my place and
check out some clips and sounds I downloaded lately?"


-o-


The Stranger looked at Pater Gregorius as they followed Halesowen's
police chief to the locker rooms. Gregorius felt the unspoken question
and shook his head, looking briefly at Chief Talbot and then back at
him. They turned around a corner and entered a locker room. The young
coroner looked at them as they entered. He tried to look cool and
professional, but the stranger noticed the brief expression of relief
gliding over his face as he saw them arrive. He was quite obviously
happy that he was no longer alone in the room with the corpse that
laid on the on the cold, white tile floor. Pater Gregorius felt the
stranger tense as he saw the corpse and watching him from the corner
of his eye, he knew he was right to call him.


"Demion, this is James Hattaway, our coroner." Looking at his guest he
continued "This is Demion Blackburn, a friend of mine."


The brief pause in Pater Gregorius introduction, before he declared
Demion to be his friend made the two officials wonder what
relationship really connected the stranger and Halesowen's official
representative of the catholic church. Demion briefly shook hands and
then resumed to look at the body on the ground. After a few awkward
moments, Chief Talbot broke the silent.


"Are you able to tell us what this is, laying in the shower room of
our football team?" he asked the young man. "And for heaven's sake,
take the bloody earphones off when you talk to me!"


The young man almost ripped the white apple speakers from his ears,
blushing deeply at the embarrassment the chief caused him,
embarrassment that only grew deeper as the white haired stranger
looked at him and briefly grinned.


"Uhhmm, yes sir, I can!" he stammered, trying to get his act together.
"Although I don't think it makes sense at all." Watching the
expression on the chief's face go from confusion to anger, he quickly
knelt next to the body, pointing at the wrinkled skin on face and
neck.


"Looking at the skin, it looks as if he died of dehydration." He
cleared his throat and continued. "Dehydration, and then his body
seems to have been exposed to dry heat, as you would find it in the
desert, for a long time."


"Bullshit!" the chief's angry voice interrupted him. "We're not in
bloody Morocco and this is a fucking steamy shower room and not a
desert!"


The young man looked up at him, his face all professional again as he
was doing the job he was loving. "Of course I need to do an autopsy,
but this is what it looks like from the outside. He shows the typical
symptoms of extreme dehydration and withering as you would find on a
corpse that has been in the desert for months."


He looked at Pater Gregorius. "And then look at his face. That
expression. It looks as if he was in a nightmare, screaming in horror,
desperately trying to wake up. As if his worst nightmare came true in
front of his eyes..."


"And what's that?" the chief barked, pointing at the still hard cock
that seemed to aim at the dead's chin and looked, unlike the rest of
the body, unharmed. "Don't tell me that's rigor mortis and he died
from fucking a mirage!"


Hattaway decided to ignore that comment and continued. "And it gets
even weirder." He pulled a wallet from an envelope where he had put it
earlier and showed them a calling card.


"According to this, his name is Jon van Hesten from Brussels. Jon van
Hesten, wanted for serial rape in Belgium, the Netherlands and in good
old England, suspected for having raped and strangled 17 year old
Tiffany Jenkings down in Heffordshire a month ago. Jon van Hesten,
age, if I remember correclty, 34." He paused for a moment and smiled
as everybody looked confused at the long, thin grey hair that framed
the dead's head.


"And yes, he looks not a day younger than 90." He shook his head and
looked again at Pater Gregorius. It looked as if he wanted to say
more, but then he was grabbed by his arm by the chief and torn out of
the room.


The two men listened for a moment to the chief talking intently to the
young men. Pater Gregorius looked at Damien. The younger man's
shoulders looked tense, almost as if he was desperately trying not to
get overwhelmed by emotions and memories. Realizing he was being
watched, he slowly exhaled.


"I think you know why I called you"


Demion looked at the priest. "You know what I became after that night
in the seminary's chapel. I rescinded the priest's oath that I vowed
only hours earlier."


Pater Gregorius shook his head. "You were my best student. I never
approved that decision of yours nor did I understand it. You fought a
demon and tried to save your friend's life. Why did you have to go to
the bishop and rescind, leaving the very next day without giving me a
chance to talk to you? Why did you have to become a.. a..."


"Demon hunter?" Demion quetly finished the priest's question. Demion
looked at the man who once had been so proud of him and who now eyed
him, the pain of broken trust still in his eyes after all these years.
His voice was dry and hard.


"You called for me because you know what I am. You called me because
you suspect what is happening here. And you called me, because you
know that by calling me you will have a demon hunter to your aid
without having to call the bishop and have Rome do investigations in
your beloved peaceful little world."


Pater Gregorius hurt expression slowly vanished. "And you came."


Demion looked at him and his voice lost its hardness as he touched the
old priests shoulder briefly. "Of course I did, old friend."


He knelt down and pulled a small flacon from his pocked. He opened it
and was about to pour it over dead's swollen sex.


"What's this?"


"Holy water. The only way to find out if the reason for this strangely
unaltered piece of his body is, what I am afraid it might be."


A few drops felt on the flesh and evaporated immediately, as if they
would have fallen on a hot plate. Demion inhaled sharply, got up and
grabbed the priest by his arm, pulling him out of the room.


Chief Talbot, still questioning James, watched the two men leave and
made a mental note to do some background checks on the priest's
strange friend.


As the two men crossed the now empty school yard, the hunter was
talking with a low voice, making sure nobody would hear him except the
one he was talking to.


"You were right to call me. The holy water. It only reacts like this
if it comes in contact with demonic flesh or flesh that has been
touched by it. This man died because he got drained. But he didn't die
of dehydration, he died because a demon drained all his life force.
That's also the reason why he looked so old. I've seen that before."


"Steven..." Gregorius gasped.


The younger man slowly nodded. "I hoped I would not be reminded of
that day outside except in my nightmares ever again." he slowly
answered.


"But how?"


"She," Demion looked at the priest, as if he would ask himself if he
could tell him what was on his mind. Pater Gregorius stopped and made
his former student look at him. Damion shrugged, knowing the priest
would not stop asking until he knew the truth.


"She fucked him to death. She rode him and made him cum over and over
again, each climax causing him to age, but each also being such pure
bliss and ecstasy, he just can't, he just doesn't want to stop. Each
one draining him, until, with the last one his soul is lost to them.
And this moment then is her climax, the moment she harvests his soul
and lets him see the punishment that awaits him. And it is this
revelation that killed him."


"She... Do you think it is..."


"Her?" Demion looked at the old priest and the hate in his eyes
answered the unfinished question. "Why do you think this is happening
in your community?"


"She knew I would call you..."


The demon hunter nodded, lost in his thoughts as they slowly walked
towards the priest's home.
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