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I’m such a sucker for
stories about home… It’s a wonder to me how Ms. Spence got so much of it right…
I wonder if she’s ever been there? Possession By Anita Spence The tightness in his
chest constricting even more, Eris pressed against a cold, brick wall and
clamped his eyes shut. His breathing had become labored, and he longed for a
few drops of anything cold to sate his thirst. Winds blew against his sweating
form, making him shudder. He opened his eyes to see streetlamps and neon lights
flicker on and off, sputtering in the night air as faint drizzle fell. He ran a
hand through his thick, black curls and jerked at the sudden wetness on his
face. Where were the demons
that had been chasing him? He didn’t dare walk outside the wet, dark alley
where he stood and turn only to face his potential killers. But they would find him. And when they did,
he would be done for. It was better to die like a hero than cowering like a
child in dark corners. As he crept out from
the alley, he saw a pile of corpses—demon corpses. Mangled and rearranged, the
massive, blue bodies that lay still in the street remained unmoving, black
blood flowing from them. Who or what had done
this? The only person he knew of who could do such a thing was Calliope, or
“the bitch in constant heat” as he’d nicknamed her. Ruling Hell as a high lord
by her side had had its benefits, but after two hundred years, he’d become
tired of her constant demands and ruthless behavior. She either wanted him to
kill someone for her or sleep with her, and he didn’t enjoy either. Despite his
high rank and powers, demons didn’t become easier to kill over time. Apartment buildings
stood like tall, unmovable sentries to the city. The sound of cathedral bells
filled Eris’ ears. Still no indication of who had caused so much carnage. But
Calliope wouldn’t waste so much time and energy doing this. Eris felt a tugging at
the side of his leather trench coat and peered down to see a boy of no more
than six staring up at him with the most vibrant pair of twilight eyes he’d
ever seen, an eerie fusion of midnight blue and darkest violet. The boy’s
cheeks were ruddy. He stood in the street in his shorts, blazer and vest, a
little cap covering a mane of red curls. “Father?” The child’s
eyes widened considerably, his blood-red lips parting in anticipation. “No, child, I’m not
your father,” Eris replied dryly. “Now please remove your clutches from my
coat—it’s expensive.” The little bugger had
claws like a cat and mustn’t have realized his tiny nails were digging into the
trench coat and Eris’ leg like sharp blades. “Won’t you help me?”
the child cried. “I’ve looked everywhere, and I can’t seem to find him. He’s a
demon like you. Do you know him?” Eris’ eyes went wide.
Who was this child and where had he come from? Could he have been the one who
disposed of the demons? He sensed demonic energy swirling inside the little
one. Is it possible that he is from Hell? he thought. But I would
have known, unless he has links to the underworld from the outside. “What
is your father’s name?” Eris took the matter very seriously now. The child
could have been the newest gatekeeper of Hell, if his link to it from the
outside was so strong. Whatever the case, he couldn’t ignore the little bugger.
“Ariel,” the timid
reply came. Eris shook his head.
“I don’t know anyone by that name.” Here or in Hell. He started to walk
away when the child tugged at his trench coat once more. He turned and saw the
child’s eyes blur with black tears. “I can’t help you,”
Eris said, which prompted the ebony tears to continue flowing down the child’s
rosy cheeks. Eris was tempted to
walk away, although he had no place else to go in this realm. But why should
I care if he’s missing a father? he thought. What does the little bugger
think I can do? “I know about your
son,” the boy said, sniffing. “If you care about him at all, you’ll help me.” Taken aback, Eris
restrained himself from gasping. How in God’s name did this child know about
his son? The demonic aura he sensed from the boy became stronger now, so it was
safe to assume he had a definite tie to Hell. He felt a strong link to the
underworld inside the child as he stared into his twilight eyes. Eris’ eyes went to the
fallen demons that lay dead behind the boy. He crouched next to the boy.
“What’s your name?” He wiped some of the tears off the child’s face. “Rafael.” “Do you have a mother,
Rafael?” Eris shrank back as the tears turned to tiny, black diamonds in Eris’
hands, darker even than his sharp, ebony nails. “She stays in that flat
there.” Rafael pointed to a large, gray building with high spires and a stone
staircase. Two lamps burned brightly at the door, welcoming entrants. She
must have a lot of money if she lives there, he thought. Eris furrowed his
brows. “Why did you wander from her side?” Rafael shrugged. “You
needed help. Those demons wanted to kill you, but that wouldn’t have been
right. But now that I’ve done you a favor, I expect you to return one for me.” “You killed
them?” Eris raised an eyebrow. Nodding, Rafael wiped
his eyes. “They couldn’t see through my disguise.” Lord, Eris
thought. I don’t want to picture what he looks like in his demon state.
“What kind of a favor do you expect from me?” “Help me find my
father.” Eris mulled the matter
over. It couldn’t be that hard. Ariel might not have been a high-ranking demon,
but Eris could find him. With that, the sky
overhead went from midnight to the red of a rose in full bloom. Eris
straightened, hiding the child in the folds of his coat. Icy blue thunderbolts
raged in the sky, rumbling so loud they nearly shook the ground. “Calliope,” he cursed
under his breath. The rainfall increased steadily, weighing his hair down. An ancient demon
himself, Eris recognized the form of magic being used as the very one he
practiced—Megrim. A dark form of sorcery. One had to have an extreme
degree of precision, control, and at least a hundred years of experience
ascending the ladder of magic hierarchy from white to the darkest black until
they could even fathom practicing Megrim. With the human-born
gatekeeper guarding the gates of Hell, the most powerful demons remained
trapped. It took nothing
less than skill to get past the those hounds, Eris thought, remembering the
troubles he’d endured when those mangy mutts who now lay dead had seen through
his distraction and chased him all the way out here, one of the human realms.
He couldn’t believe that Calliope could have appointed such slobbering monsters
as interim gatekeepers. And now, she’s free.
Impossible. How had the witch broken out of the elaborate prison meant to hold
her? The transition between the death of one gatekeeper and the birth of the
next one could have been it. Perhaps if Rafael were a gatekeeper, it would
explain how Calliope could have slipped through the cracks. Raindrops pelted
against his face, but he didn’t care. Revenge consumed him, his nostrils
flaring. “I may have served you
once, but I won’t do it again. Go back to Hell where you belong!” A deep, velvety voice
filled the air, chuckling softly. “I underestimated you, high lord. But things
are different now. Stay away if you know what’s good for you.” His expression
darkening, Eris bared his fangs and felt his skin harden as it turned black,
claws sharpening. He made to go after Calliope, to try to find the source of
her voice, but Rafael put a tiny hand to his. “Wait. Her time will
come,” Rafael said in a voice that couldn’t belong to a child. Shadowy and
demonic, it resounded in Eris’ head like the voice of Hell, commanding and
guttural. Eris let out a short,
nervous chuckle, unsure of what to do with the little gatekeeper. Whatever the
case, he would hold onto Rafael—he could prove useful somewhere down the line.
Perhaps his mother could give him some shelter for the time being. He didn’t
feel like returning to Hell just yet. * * * “Why should I believe
you?” the woman said, peering at Eris from the doorway, ajar. “Listen, woman,” Eris
began, “I don’t want to hurt you. Your son is with me. I owe him a favor, but I
need to rest a little bit before I go back to Hell. In a few hours, I’ll be out
of your hair. All right? But until then, I need a place to stay and I don’t
know anyone else.” After a few moments,
the woman closed the door. He heard her unfasten the locks and re-open it. “Come
in,” she said, face expressionless. He walked in, Rafael
running into his mother’s arms. The light bulb that
hung overhead fizzled so she tapped it once to get it to shine steadily. Closing the white door
behind her, she pointed to a chair. “Sit, please.” He walked to the
mahogany table that rested above a greased-up, shaggy, wall-to-wall carpet and
clambered into one of the two torn velvet chairs. “Thank you, miss…” “Marianne,” she said
sharply. She gave out a small sigh and descended the two stairs that led to the
next area of the flat—the kitchen and television room. “Do you want to watch
something, sir?” “Please, call me
Eris,” he said. “Do what you wish, Miss. It’s your flat.” She walked across a
dusty, creaking hardwood floor and turned the television’s knob. Rain poured
mercilessly on the windows nearby, casting a strange light over the floor and
making it seem as if the glass melted away. Eris found the pounding of the
raindrops reassuring. Eris regarded Marianne
with a watchful eye. Making her way to the worn sofa across from the television
set, she sat beside her son, stroking his hair as he cuddled up to her. She raised an eyebrow
at Eris. “Come here and watch some television with us.” He shook his head.
“Forgive me, but I don’t much care for human technology.” Damn meat sacks,
he thought. Never mind their own business. But as he saw Marianne smile, his
heart did a little flip. He hadn’t expected Rafael’s mother to be so beautiful;
her name sounded so appropriate as it resounded in his mind: Marianne. It felt
like a gentle caress against his skin. He had to ask her about Ariel and how
she’d become pregnant, when she’d had Rafael. As he gazed at Rafael, thoughts of
his own son filled his mind. My poor boy, Eris thought. He was born weak
and sick, an unsuccessful interbreeding between him and a human. Not expecting
the child to survive, Eris abandoned the realm where he’d coupled with the
woman. Only a few days ago had he heard that Calliope had the boy, imprisoned
in Hell forever like the rest of the thanes and high-ranking ones. The only way to free the child would
be to spill his own blood and relinquish his demonic powers—in other words,
Eris would become human. He couldn’t do that, not for anyone. Eris needed to
conserve his strength to fight Calliope. But without his help, the child would
be doomed to an eternity in Hell. Death wouldn’t help. Running a hand through his hair,
Eris sighed. He had a lot of work ahead of him. If Calliope gained passage to
this world, who knew what the reaper inside her would unleash upon humans? They
didn’t deserve to be her fodder night after night. They didn’t deserve having
their souls taken from them only to feed her. He would need an army to prevent
Calliope from coming to Earth. Thanes, earls, and high lords of Hell. But to
unleash them here would be a fatal mistake. But he knew no one else was
powerful enough to oppose Calliope. Eris cleared his throat. “Marianne,
would you mind if we spoke in private for a moment?” She rose, nodding. “All right, let’s
go into the highway.” They walked out the door and into
the dim hallway, the sputtering of a light bulb above making him blink. “Well?” She looked at him
expectantly. “I realize this subject might be a
bit difficult for you, but do you remember anything about a man named Ariel,
the one for whom you bore Rafael?” She cast him a
troubled gaze. “He came to me one evening, promising he wouldn’t hurt me. He
seduced and tempted me until I couldn’t resist him. He made me writhe under him
like a common whore.” She paused, rubbing her temples. “Rafael wants me to
find Ariel.” Her eyes widened
considerably, her thin form shaking. “And what? Bring him here?” Eris shrugged. “I
don’t know. But your son did me a great favor and I intend to repay it.
Although Hell is the last place I want to be, I can gain safe passage there if
Rafael comes with me.” “Absolutely not. He’s
a child! And what do you mean safe passage?” “You don’t know what
your son is, do you?” Eris chuckled. “He’s a gatekeeper to Hell and Earth. That
is what I meant by safe passage.” She cast him an
incredulous glance. “You would put him in danger for your own personal gain?
What kind of a sick monster are you?” “I hate to disappoint
you, but demons aren’t like humans in the slightest bit, Marianne. Everything
we do is for personal gain.” “You sick--” She
shuddered, holding her head. When she looked up at him, there was something
different about her. He sensed something demonic. Whatever had happened, Rafael
was no longer safe—and neither was he. Marianne started to speak in an
indiscernible tongue—it could have been Megrim, but she was speaking too fast
for him to tell. She smiled. “In
twenty-four hours, this vessel will lose its identity and become empty to
accommodate my demon spirit. It is a powerful conduit.” “She’s possessed,” he
whispered. He opened the door and ran inside, going to the couch to pick Rafael
up. “What’s going on?
Mum?” Eris stormed past
Marianne, hoping that the demon inside her couldn’t run as fast as he could. “Where are we going?”
Rafael asked. “To Hell and your
father. Believe it or not, right now it’s safer than here.” “What about Mum?
What’s wrong with her?” “Don’t ask.” * * * By the time they made
it into Hell, Eris gasped in relief at the ease with which he walked by the
other hellhounds that Calliope had assigned as gatekeepers. Now that he had
Rafael on his side, they would all bow to him, not daring to attack. The two stood in a
cave comprising one of the less populous areas of Hell where he knew Calliope
wouldn’t be able to find him and Ariel would most likely be. And if she did,
she wouldn’t be able to touch him now that Rafael was around. A quake ran
through Eris’ entire body as he looked at the winged demon pacing but a few feet
from him. “There he is,” Rafael
said, pointing in the direction of the winged one. “That’s my father.” A glint
of recognition shone in the boy’s eyes. Eris put a hand on his shoulder to
prevent him from running toward Ariel and being crushed. Eris avoided Ariel’s
dark gaze, looking to the jagged walls and ceiling instead. The smell of
putrefaction, blood, and animals mixed with sweat filled his nostrils. He
kicked some pebbles on the ground of dried earth, clouds of dust accompanying
the motion. A bright, blue light
illuminated the area from torches in sconces placed along the jagged, uneven
walls. Ariel met Eris’ gaze,
his brows furrowed. Tall, the demon had pale, smooth, green skin and black hair
that was cropped on one side and tumbled to his shoulder on the other. His eyes were thin,
blue slits with reptilian pupils. He wore a dark expression as he regarded
Rafael. “So, the mighty gatekeeper returns. What brings you to Hell, my son?” “I came because I
wanted to see you,” Rafael replied. He wore a serious expression. “But now I
can see that I never should have.” Eris cleared his
throat, nudging Rafael behind him. “Why, if you don’t mind my asking, did you
abandon Rafael?” “I didn’t.” Ariel
grunted. “I escaped Hell for one night a few years ago as a favor to the former
gatekeeper by promising him I would find someone to relieve him of his duties.” “Did you?” Ariel nodded. “I
consorted with his mother,” he pointed at Rafael, “because I sought to create a
new gatekeeper so I could use him to overthrow Calliope. If I could gain
permanent access to the human realms and free myself of the chains she bound me
with, I could oppose her.” Eris scratched his
chin. “Clearly that didn’t happen. What did?” “Calliope found out,
had the gatekeeper hanged, and chained me to Hell permanently,” the blunt
response came. “Escapes are always temporary unless you have a gatekeeper on
the other side. By the time my son was born, I had long been sentenced to
imprisonment here. And his mother never told him how to find me for obvious
reasons.” “He mentioned he was
in disguise when he killed the demons pursuing me,” Eris said. “What exactly
does that mean?” “He’s going to reach
full maturity in a year,” Ariel replied. “He’ll look twenty in a few months and
stay that way forever, after a while. It’s the entity inside him—it can mold
him into anything it wants.” “Can he stop
Calliope?” “What’s a Calliope?”
Rafael piped up. Ariel sighed. “The
thanes are all prisoners here who want to stop her accession to Earth. You are
unbound. You can prevent what will happen if she walks the human realms.” Rafael wore a confused
look. “What?” “The realms will become a wasteland of corpses she feeds
from.” “But to do that, she
needs a conduit to Earth,” Eris protested. “She has one already.
You need to find her.” “The thanes want her
overthrown,” Eris whispered. “I can help them. And you.” But will I? It
would be a great risk, unleashing horde after horde of merciless demons onto
Earth. Yes, they would harm, maybe even kill Calliope, at which point Rafael
would imprison her to Hell. But then what? Eris couldn’t live with himself
knowing that he’d freed such a horrendous pack of wolves onto humans, even if
it meant his personal gain—even if it meant that he’d no longer have to deal
with Calliope or Hell. He longed to taste
freedom. Now that he’d had a bit, he didn’t want to let go—ever. But what other
choice did he have? If he didn’t allow Rafael to unleash the thanes onto Earth
in the name of defeating Calliope and trapping her in Hell, he took the chance
that she would do whatever she wanted, growing more powerful as she would feed
off the souls of humans and make them her slaves. She could establish a new
order of Hell on Earth, free of thanes or anyone else to control her. Eris heard thunderous
laughter. It rumbled in his ears. Calliope. I want you back.
Her voice echoed in his mind. I’ll ensnare you once more whether you like it
or not, demon prince, the voice continued. You’ll rule Hell by my side
as it was meant to be before you ruined everything by escaping. She
chuckled. I’ll never be foolish enough to turn my back on you again. The rage welled up in
him, his nostrils flaring. Leave me alone, witch. I told you a thousand
times that I don’t love you and I never will. I don’t care how powerful you
are. Leave the girl alone. The thunderous chuckle
returned shortly, fading as quickly as it appeared. Ariel sighed.
“Whatever you decide, you need to do it fast. If you don’t find Calliope’s
conduit and snuff it out fast enough, none of us, Rafael included, will be able
to stop her. And we’ll be stuck here with no hope of going free.” Crouching beside
Rafael, Eris regarded him sternly. “Listen very carefully to me. I need you to
do something very important for me. You must unleash the thanes and earls of
Hell—all the demons, including Ariel—onto Earth. Once there, you will have the
strongest connection to the conduit Calliope is using. Find it, and let the
demons do the rest of the work. Can you do that?” Rafael nodded slowly.
“If you think it will help.” Ariel furrowed his
brows. “But what human would have a link so powerful to Hell without actually
being a demon?” Eris froze. His mouth
went dry. “A human who has given birth to a gatekeeper.” Marianne. * * * Led by Eris and
Rafael, the thanes walked past the neon signs and dark streets of the human
metropolis toward the apartment that Marianne was staying in. He knew he was taking a chance by assuming
that she would still be there, but maybe Calliope hadn’t possessed Marianne
fully—yet. Knocking down the door
to the flat, he walked inside, flicking the light switch on. She sat, her
silhouette clear in the somewhat dim room. Eris looked at his
watch and cursed. “We’re late by a minute.” Calliope chuckled.
“This vessel is going to prove very useful.” “Too bad you’re not
going to get a chance to enjoy it,” Eris countered, signaling the thanes to
come in. There had to be at least three hundred of them, most of them standing
outside the flat. Calliope’s eyes went
to Rafael, a smile lighting her pale face. “So, little one, they think you can
send me back to Hell, do they?” Rafael roared like a
lion in response, his eyes turning black, fangs bulging from his tiny lips. He
steadily shot up to Eris’ height, his tiny outfit tearing. Eris put his jacket
over Rafael to cover his nudity, but the gatekeeper shook it off with a shrug,
revealing massive biceps and a well-defined chest and stomach. Drool dripped from
Rafael’s mouth as ebony nails the size of scissors grew from his fingers. “I am
not little,” he growled. Calliope squared her
shoulders, putting her hands behind her back. “I’m surprised that you’re so
quick to defend someone who is going to kill you once you carry out his hopes.” “What the Hell are you
talking about?” Rafael furrowed his brows “You don’t think for a
moment that Eris is going to butcher you the second you do what he asks? With
you out of the way, he—or any of those present here—will be free to do what
they want. They won’t need you anymore. But they’ll want to make sure you are
rubbed out so that they can come and go as they please, in or our of Hell.” Rafael appeared
pensive. Eris grimaced. “You
don’t actually believe what she’s saying, do you?” “She makes a good
case, demon,” Rafael replied. “How do I know you won’t try to harm me once you
have what you want?” Eris gave out a
nervous chuckle. “You know I wouldn’t do that.” “Your refusal to
sacrifice yourself to save your son proves to me that you think only for your
well-being and that you will do anything to save yourself.” Eris’ face darkened.
“Sneaky prat—I should have known you would turn on me with her.” Calliope grinned. “You
see! I told you he planned to kill you.” “Don’t believe her,
Rafael,” Eris protested. “It’s a trap; she’s going to try to kill you.” Rafael shook his head.
“No, I think I’d rather send all of you back to Hell.” “That’s exactly what
she wants you to do. You’re falling into her trap, boy!” “The boy has spoken,”
Calliope said. “He’s made his decision, Eris. Get ready to go back to Hell.” “Not without a fight,”
Eris said. In God’s name, what
was Rafael thinking? Rafael moved to raise
his arms when Calliope spread hers like a butterfly’s wings, prepared to
ensnare him like a spider does its prey. “Rafael, no!” Eris
jumped on top of Rafael, shielding the gatekeeper from Calliope’s attack. Torrents of fire
ripped through Eris as Rafael slid away from under him, searing his back and
sending waves of flames through his entire body. Arms and legs aflame with
agony, Eris screamed louder than he ever had in his life. He swiveled his head
at the sound of Calliope shrieking. Rafael extended his arms to the witch,
grabbing her. The gatekeeper placed his hands on her head, pushing her down as
she wailed louder and louder. A portal opened under Calliope’s kneeling form,
black and swirling, into which Rafael pushed her. She shrieked as the
blackness enshrouded her in a thick, congealed veil and pulled her back to the
depths of Hell where she belonged. She would be chained. But at what cost? Eris sputtered as
blood ebbed from his mouth in a warm, gushing torrent. The searing sensations
in his chest and back hadn’t completely subsided, but they didn’t burn as badly
as they had a few moments ago. His vision blurred. He
thought he saw Rafael standing over him, but it may have been a hallucination. The magic attack sent
shockwaves to Eris’ core, his chest convulsing violently once more. Breathing
became increasingly difficult as the seconds wore on. Eris knew it wouldn’t be
long before death lulled him into a sweet release. “What have you done?”
Ariel’s voice reverberated in Eris’ ears. “He…saved me,” Rafael
said gently. Eris reached out,
signaling that he wanted to touch Rafael’s hand. He struggled to hold onto it,
the sweat on his palms increasing as the fiery poison spread through his limbs,
making them numb. “Listen, my boy,” he croaked. “Take my blood. Take it as it
spills from me, my life ebbing away…she was too strong.” He gulped, shuddering
at the coppery taste of his own blood. “Take it to my son in Hell—free him. He
needs it.” “But what about you?” “I’m dying,” he said
softly. “But I beg one last favor—send me to an unbothered, distant real of
souls where I can be free.” His voice faltered, the paralysis numbing his
entire body. His will fading, Eris
closed his eyes and prepared to be cast off into oblivion. “Promise me…” “I promise. Your son
will be saved.” * * * When Eris awoke, he lay on a pile of
leaves, something warm under his back and shoulders. An animal, perhaps? He rose and dusted
excess leaves off himself—red, orange, and yellow—and gawked at the white
stallion he’d been lying on until a few moments ago. His lips curled into a
smile as he watched it sleeping, torso rising and falling to accompany its
breathing. He tilted his head to
the blue sky. “Thank you.” Eris sighed. He was
home.