When he was naked she took his arm and fixed a tourniquet around it and then took the ampoule of Lorazepam from the fridge where she had been chilling it and a needle. She injected 30cc intravenously and again he was under, this time she figured until she injected him with the amphetamine which she would have to break down with citric acid, although it was pure grade meth so he would be awake with a BING! Then the fun and games would begin.
Firstly she attached handcuffs, police issue to his hands, then another set to his feet. This would keep him from reaching for anything, like the tape round his mouth. She then taped his legs from the shins up to his thighs and then his wrists above the handcuffs up to his elbows. She made sure he would not be too uncomfortable. She was after all not a savage, and she laughed at this thought. Lastly she fastened a blindfold around his eyes and taped it in place. Then she left him snoring on the bed and went through to the other room where John had drawn two pentagrams and a triangle inside a pentagram on his wooded floor.
There were two sets of three rings each bearing exactly the correct markings for each of the demons they were about to summon and he had the right silks, some white, some red, and the correct candles and he had positioned his skulls at strategic places around the room. This was not part of the directions of the ritual and Candy mentioned this to John. "I think we should stick to what we got in front of us."
"Candy, John been doing this much longer than you babe. Trust old John. His skulls they tell him things. And if one of these things we summoning lying to us then the skulls gonna be able to tell old John. Call it the art of self defence in sorcery. Or something a bit sharper if you can come up with the name. You got the guy?"
"He's in the next room. He should be out for the next hour or so, so we can save him till last. The acid should be working its way through his cells, but he's been sedated so I'll bring him round with a jag of meth. That'll get him awake and going. Then I'll give him a jag of acid, straight to into his vein, then we got ourselves our sacrifice."
"Okay, let's get this straight, we both wear a ring, then we summon, eh, hold on; Agares first, am I right?"
"Yeah. That the guys name."
"He ain't no guy Candy. Do you know what an anthropomorphic personification is?"
"Yeah. It's like Mephinie. She takes a human form but she is not human. Right?"
"Right. You’d be best to remember that. Old John doesn’t know much about who we're gonna be dealing with here and that book don't give much in the way of detail. The main thing is – no matter how scary these beings try to make themselves out to be, they are under our control and you must maintain that control at all times, otherwise, we're pretty much fucked... and not in the nice way either."
"Let get to it then."
David was still out for the count so he could not hear the loud shouting coming from Candy and John as the preformed the first summoning spell - "I INVOKE AND CONJURE THEE, O SPIRIT AGARES AND FORTIFIED WITH THE POWER OF THE SUPREME MAJESTY, I STRONGLY COMMAND THEE BY BARABLAMENSIS, BALDACHIENSIS, PAUMACHIE, APOLORESEDES, AND THE MOST POTENT PRINCES GENIO, LIACHIDE, MINISTERS OF THE TARTAREAN SEAT, CHIEF PRINCES OF THE SEAT OF APOLOGIA IN THE NINTH REGION, I EXORCISE AND COMMAND THEE, O SPIRIT AGARES, BY HIM WHO SPAKE AND IT WAS DONE, BY THE MOST HOLY AND GLORIOUS NAMES ADONAI, EL, ELOHIM, ELHOHE, ZEBAOTH, ELION, ESCHERCE, JAH, TETRATGRAMMATON, SADAI, : do thou forthwith appear and shew thyself unto me, here before this circle, in a fair and human shape, without any deformity or horror: do thou come forthwith, from whatever part of the world, and make rational answers to my questions : come presently, come visibly, come affably, manifest that which I desire, being conjured by the Name of the Eternal, living and true God, HELIOREM ; I conjure thee also by the particular and true Name of they God to whom thou owest thine obedience ; by the name of the King who rules over thee, do thou come without tarrying ; come, fulfil my desires, persist unto the end, according to nine intentions; I conjure thee by Him to Whom all creatures are obedient, by this ineffable Name, TETTRAGRAMMATON JJEHOVAH, by which the elements are overthrown, the air is shaken, the sea turns back, the fire is generated. The earth moves and all the hosts of things celestial of things terrestrial, of things infernal, do tremble and are confounded together: speak unto me visibly and affable in a clear, intelligibility voice, free from ambiguity. Come therefore in the name of ADONAI SADAY, King of Kings, commands THEE!"
Candy and John both stopped waiting for something to happen. The first conjuration had taken it out of them but there were another three in case this one didn't work. They both sighed, ready to take on the challenge of reading the next conjuration together when Candy started to see a shimmering light on the inside of the massively drawn circle which was the pentagram.
A hoarse voice whispered as if his throat was parched – "Feed me drink, I need drink, the blood of a mortal, I must have it or your work here is not done-"
Candy Immediately picked up a scalpel which they had used to cut the jewels and grabbed a glass from John's shelf. "Keep him there, John; tell him I've gone to do his bidding."
She ran as fast as she could to the next room where David lay awake with a crazed look in his eyes. God, he'll be tripping now, fuck knows what the poor bastards seeing.
Candy took a small piece of the thick black tape and stuck it to a nearby bookshelf then cut David's wrist until a small fountain of blood erupted. She collected until the glass was full then put the tape over the wound to stop the bleeding. She remembered enough from her medical training that this would stop the blood form pumping and the sticky tape would prevent leaks. She was very precise about this. They needed his blood. They could not afford for him to leak all over the carpet. Out of kindness she withdrew quickly 50cc of Lorazepam into a syringe and stuck it in his thigh this time. With that amount he'd be back to airy-fairy land and perhaps the land of nod within the next few minutes. She moved as fast as her legs would carry her until she came back through and she could see the apparition was quickly disappearing.
She held the blood to the edge of the circle when John grabbed her arm. "No. We put it on the ground and push it over the edge with a stick. You ain't sticking your arm in there, woman. Now put it down, right on our side of the edge and I'll push it across with my walking stick."
Candy didn't have time to ask John why he needed a walking stick. She did as she was asked and then John pushed the glass across the pentagram. Immediately an old man appeared to clamber down from what looked exactly like a crocodile and reached with his wrist which had something attached to it. He drank deeply and soon he was there; visible just as had been asked. He belched and thanked them kindly, then leaned against his crocodile. There was a little blood left in the glass and he offered it to what Candy now knew to be the goshawk on his arm and the bird lapped it up. The bird was almost near buzzard size and it had a fierce expression with bright red eyes. The building began to shake and Candy looked out the window as other buildings were responding to the earthquake which had suddenly hit Los Angles.
Suddenly it stopped and Agares bowed his head. "I must apologise. It has been a while since summoned and It is quite a power of mine and I'm afraid I'm not quite in connection with the lay-lines of this fine city here and whilst tuning it sort of got the better of me," said the old man in a clear yet still croaky voice. "Now that I am here, what can I do for you both? I must say you put on a good show, although I doubt just one of you would have been able to summon me so easily. You see, you young miss possess the passion for the kill as do I, except if you will not find this to be patronizing then I do so on quite a grander scale. And you sir, the good Native American. You have power that a good many would rival, you are a sorcerer magi master and shaman mystic, also a man of power and knowledge. You have not wasted your life unlike many. It is my honour as I take it kindly that it is both yours to be in this company today. So there begs the question; what is your desire?"
Candy made to speak but John held up his hand. "Have you heard of the Rubiconeteka?"
; "Rivvells. Mephinie. Sownd Ka. The Skin Walker. Xcetral. Shub Niggurath. Horus. Blismasatakk. I take it I have their names correct? Yes. They are a well know set of New World Gods and Goddesses. This is to say despite them being as it were immemorially created, they are newly remembered but only in the realms that I myself travel in. You may find that in their own realms they have existed forever if you will, although, many find themselves merely blinking into existence. Yes, they are a feared bunch. May I ask your interest in them?"
This time Candy got her word in first. "Think you could take them in a fight?"
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
RECKWICK SENDS A MESSAGE
Reckwick was pissed. The bitch Candy had escaped from the loony bin only to challenge him, HIM, Shub Niggurath's champion. It made no sense. From what he heard and he didn't hear much of other of the Rubiconeteka's business, The Skin Walker or maybe the other one, Xcetral, was wanting Candy for his own champion. But the bitch had challenged him, and he knew why. He was the man to beat. Beat him and you had credibility like no other. He was unbeaten in the walk.
Reckwick was old. Old enough to have clocked up over 24000 kills. That was a lot of kills and what had the bitch Candy got? 15 he reckoned if he she was lucky. Yet she still dared to challenge him.
Reckwick knew the rules of the game. You could only use the three gifts granted to you.
For her he would use his immense pain threshold, hyper speed so he could throw punches and kicks and he would use empathy, to play the bitch at her own game. There he knew he would be outclassed. It was after all her first and, so far as he could tell her only gift. Yet should she use it, that was if she had figured out how to use it in the covenant, to know what he was thinking, what moves were coming when, he would know pretty much exactly when she would know that.
Still he had to send the bitch a message. He had prepared a file on her. He knew where she lived, how many lived there etc. and who she was fucking, to be blunt about it. Although to be honest Reckwick actually thought it was more. He thought it may actually be a love affair she was having with this Rastafarian, Brekin. And he was home alone all at the moment.
So Reckwick, who was standing just across the road smoking a cigarette extinguished it underfoot and stepped of the curb onto the wet tarmac of the quite road, the only cars present parked ones.
The door was an easy one to open, he could have used his credit card but instead used his small pen knife he kept on a key chain. The loud dub Reggie could be heard from upstairs, the bathroom Reckwick guessed, but telepathically checked just to make sure. Yeah, the nigger was in the bath, and he was going to get the treatment he'd been needing. Horus didn't know about this one, but Reckwick bet if he made it known he'd get a slap on the back or something.
Well that was for later.
This was for now.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
CIRCLES, TRIANGLES AND CROSSES
"Okay; you see we have the rings on, yeah? That means that we are free as fucking birds from your harm. You know that don't you?" said Candy a little unsure herself.
She looked to John and he shrugged. "There a lot of Catholic magic in these pages but those times were of the era. The main man these fuckers worried about was the Greek God Pan. But that's neither here nor there. Yeah, Candy, as Agares will be bound, and by that I mean mentally bound to tell you that as long as we have these rings we control him."
Agares looked up and smiled. "Why yes of course. So would you mind inviting me over the circle? I trust your plan wasn't to keep me here all day?"
"Not before we have your agreement. The agreement must be made in the circle. We want you to destroy as many of the Rubiconeteka - if all being the case then do so - as you can. There will be friends with us and they are not to be harmed by you in any way. Everyone and thing else is fair game."
"Well, quite a feat. But I have been summoned and now it is your will. Now may I step free?"
"First agree. I understand magical agreements. Say it in your own tongue then in ours that you agree to our terms and we'll both know if you're lying as we're empaths."
"I see. Very well – dj armoretttonetshugh nej ghzoibbloppo wroetok herrturen. Hurtenrasmentan astofracorat Rubiconteka sertulivosie nej heifernet du galarm. I agree and fully understand the terms stated to me by my summoners here today. I shall destroy the Rubiconeteka to the best of my abilities and your friends shall be unharmed. Of this I give word as bond. Never to be broken. I trust you are satisfied?"
"Very well, you may step free of the circle."
Agares made a lunge for Candy, trying for the ring but she held it straight at his face as did John and he recoiled in horror and screams. Candy kicked him in the face yet it left no visible mark. The goshawk never moved once.
"We knew you'd do that. You try that again and Old John knows a spell that'll put different parts of your body in different realms."
"If I look up will you point the ring at me?"
“Take a seat on the couch over by the window. We've arranged it so we can keep an eye on our guests."
"Guests? You mean there are more to brought through?"
"Wouldn't you like some back up?"
"I wouldn't mind more of that blood."
"In a while. We need the sacrifice for the last demon. We are now summoning what we think is an angel."
"Oh yes. Well, I am a fallen angel. We are all angels of sorts you know.”
It was harder work summoning Vassago. He did not want a blood offering and Candy and John found themselves sweating whilst they worked. They cursed themselves for letting Agares free of the circle so soon as this now meant that they had to keep a watchful eye on him, should he have any more ideas. However John had made Candy commit the conjurations to memory over a laborious three hours, thus they could take turns, one watching Agares, the other performing the rite.
Finally he appeared, out of thin air, sitting quite pleasantly on the black leather seat which sat in the corner of the room. He was dressed in a black Gucci suit with a pair of leather loafers on his feet, the kind that is made from hand by cobblers in small eastern European towns. His hair was long and blonde, tied back with a ribbon which glittered silver, and he wore a pair of sunglasses, Oakley, Candy thought they were, although she could not be sure.
Candy turned to John. "You sure this is the right guy?"
John shrugged. "Are you Vassago?"
The fashion clad male nodded towards them both. "Prince Vassago. I must say despite my kindly manner I do hope this is important. I was in the middle of seeing to a young lady."
"Must've dressed awful quickly then," said John.
"Not in the slightest. We had time to finish off and have a drink before I really began to feel the pull. I sensed blood, yet that is not my thing really. I mean we all tick a few boxes here and there, right? But I prefer a nice Gin and Tonic. Do you think you could fetch that for me and then I can get to the business of telling you how to go about getting back your soul? I must add that I do know the future and I can tell you there are a few draw backs. Legend has it I'm supposed to be quite a nice fellow so would you like to know the present and past or was it only that part of information that you wanted to know?"
"You make it sound like there's something to be worried about. I suppose we need to know how to get everyone into the covenant?"
"That would make me tactical adviser instead of teller of all things past, present and future. Let me put it kindly. You two are the last two to enter. You summon a demon to grant invisibility to John here, and you use him to create a distraction whilst you go after the Rubiconeteka. I am afraid that is all my good nature shall allow me to say."
"Does someone die?" asked Candy.
"We all die my dear. It is just a question of when. And it depends. On one turn of events things may just very well be different."
"Can you tell us what it is?"
"Not without breaking a secret, but it is an act of forgiveness which may save someone you love. That is all I can say. Now
I must take my leave."
"You stay until we tell you to go-" started Candy, but John held up his hand.
"Let the man leave."
The prince laughed at this. "I am not a man. Male perhaps, but nothing quite so quaint; or so dishonestly dangerous. Or the reverse."
And with that he was gone.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
MARCUS SEES DIZOR
"Faith, we have to be back in an hour or so, we'll be missed, It's all kicking off tonight."
"Marcus, It's another world. My world. Where I'm from. What if we never get another chance? Come on, come see it, where my mother's lived and fucked and fought and did whatever the hell they wanted."
"You sure you got the right measurements, If that's in anyway wrong I'll be psychotic for the rest of my life. What the hell is it anyway? LSD, Ketamine and what?"
"DMT. Here, you know how to inject, right? I mean you're a man of science and I assume you've done that kind of thing before."
"Yeah, I can do me. Do I have to do you too?"
"No. I do me. We go together. Are you ready?"
"No. But it’s never stopped me before."
They drew the rubber tubing around their arms, ceasing the flow of blood for their necessity, and soon they were no longer feeling the piercing sting of the needle's stab but were travelling through the realms, where confusion was only a fading concept and new ideas of familiarity sprang to mind.
She had no idea if it had been like this for her mother when she went with the man, Tony; she had only overheard whispers about him, but had read the whole thing from their minds. But no she knew her mother had travelled alone yet she was not alone and she could sense him, feel his awe and wonderment as the lights shone brightness upon their very souls. Together they danced through this cellular highway until there was no body any more, until there was nothing but something that neither had word for any more, the desire to talk an impossibility now as they drew up to the new horizon like a train approached by the station instead of the other way around and it finally caught up with them and they were on the roof top, where she had met her mother, where her mothers had met all that time ago before her birth and she looked at Marcus and he shook his head, no other way to describe being in another world, and she took his hand and stared into his eyes.
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