Demonic Passions

by Marks, Rena

Her climax was too much for him. Heat rose from the joining of their flesh and he felt the cum shoot from his cock in long, hot spurts.

  He collapsed onto the bed, spooning her from behind, bodies still joined, dampened skin drying. He stroked her soft skin as they fell asleep.

  It was perfect to wake up still in his arms. The sun was shining into the window and it was so unlike the hot, orange sun of Luciefyiore.

  She could feel Caleb awaken and he murmured into her ear. “I love you so much.”

  She froze. Stark daylight and he loved her. Unconditionally. Because she made him.

  And one day soon, as he lay on his deathbed, he would find that she’d stolen his soul. At that point, he would still love her, no matter how evil she was. Because she made him. Dammit.

  All was lost now.

  Without a word, she headed into the shower. When she was done, she re-entered the bedroom, where she hurriedly dressed. Caleb followed along at a more leisurely pace. She tossed his clothes at him from various points of the house.

  “What’s got you panicked?” he asked.

  “Nothing. It’s morning. Bright and early. I have things to do, places to go. People to see.”

  “So you’re tossing me out?”

  “Course not.” She leaned in with a quick peck to his lips. “Stay if you want. But I have to get out.”

  Truth was, she had an uncontrollable need to hurt someone. An addictive urge to suck souls.

  The urge was getting too strong to fight. For in the beginning she could, but now she wanted it all. Not a simple power surge, but a whole soul. At this moment, she didn’t even care about becoming a Rot Demon, as long as she could suck souls for the rest of her life.

  Who cared if it was in Luciefyiore? Why was she even fighting to stay in the Earth dimension? She knew there was a reason, but it didn’t seem important anymore.

  She was too far gone.

  Caleb pulled her to him. “You can go if you need to, sweetheart. But I want you to know, I love you.”

  She should feel something. There it was, a tiny little tingle of excitement in the pit of her belly. She looked at him, wonderingly. How could three little words stir her this way?

  “I love you, baby,” he repeated softly. “Everything about you.”

  “I’m a demon.”

  “You’re a human.”

  He refused to see what she really was, dammit. He was trying to make her and himself believe she was better than what she was. She wasn’t, his love wasn’t even real.

  “No, Caleb. I’m a demon.”

  Chapter Eleven

  The Consequences of Revenge

  “I’ll always love you.”

  She closed her eyes against his words. He was running true to form. What had she done? Dammit, why had she done it?

  “I don’t love you, Caleb,” she said softly. “I don’t love anyone. I can’t. I’m not capable of it.”

  “Of course you are.”

  “No,” she said gently. “I’m not. And I’m no longer going to see you. I’m sorry if it upsets you, but I tried to warn you. I’m not human enough to care.”

  She turned and walked away, but he called out to her. “I will always seek you, Keara. Just like in the past. You can’t just walk away.”

  She had to keep him from her. She had to keep him safe. She shut down her links and she shimmered from her physical form, right before his eyes. Because she was stronger now, being with him for that little bit had strengthened her. Was she uncontrollably stealing power from him now that he was her minion? Was she on her way to becoming a Rot Demon even now? Panic ensued at the thought.

  She morphed into Caleb’s apartment without his knowledge. It was the one place he wouldn’t think to look for her. In his bedroom, she stripped off all her clothing and studied her body in the full length mirror. Searching, studying her naked form. Looking for the tiniest spot that had softened, like the beginning of an overripe tomato.

  A squishy spot which will have turned color, either green or black. Where the skin would slowly peel away and the flesh beneath would mush like bad fruit.

  Where liquid pus will form and spew to the surface.

  Keara stared at her naked body before giving a harsh laugh. There was nothing unusual on her, it was all her imagination. Sure she felt stronger from the lovemaking with Caleb. Not because he was her minion but because…

  She’d fallen in love with him.

  Real, live human love. Although he’d never know. He couldn’t know, not after she’d forced his love. After she’d stolen his soul.

  She turned to the bed where they’d spent countless hours. This would be the last time she saw the inside of Caleb’s apartment. She couldn’t bear to make herself leave. Not yet.

  There was a t-shirt of his on the bed. She brought it to her face and inhaled the faint scent of Caleb. Suddenly, she whipped the shirt over her head and felt the soft cotton against her skin where it enveloped her. Just as it had him not long ago.

  Maybe she’d keep it. She pulled her panties back on and then looked longingly at the bed again.

  He wouldn’t notice if she took a little nap here. Where it was safe and the room smelled like him. Where she felt like she had a connection to him.

  Exhausted, she curled into his bed for the last time. Alone this time. She swung the covers up over her shoulder and closed her eyes. Why was she so tired after she’d just felt so strong? Was something draining her?

  Enishka snapped up from his throne, his eyes glowing a bright red. “We got her!” he exclaimed.

  His underlings cheered.

  On the stage near his throne, Enishka began to dance. Today he was in the form of a pig and, as usual, it was just from the waist down. It was an incongruous display, a half-pig doing an irrational dance.

  And then it all stopped. Immediately. Enishka raised his hands high and the reddened clouds parted, flying across the skies according to his demands.

  He began the ancient ritual of proclamation. “Jenesi…Keara Knight, half-breed child of Elizabeth and Demitris, you are being decreed. Inside your soft human form burns the blood of your Horntreau clan, the last of its kind. Your inner blood burns stronger than your outer form. So from your eggs you shall spawn a new breed, with characteristics of Horntreau, and characteristics of…mine.”

  Keara’s eyes snapped open, wide awake. She jumped out of bed. Enishka was summoning. He was going to suck her through the portal which he used to bring her over. She fought it, knowing this was it. This was the showdown.

  And she wasn’t ready.

  Dimensional walls shimmered as they appeared in her line of vision, mingling with the reality of Earth. Right there, where she should have been safe. Caleb’s bedroom. She fought against the pull, knowing if Enishka yanked her into Luciefyiore she wouldn’t have the strength to return.

  He called again. “Come, Earth child, come home where you belong. Where I alone have the power to decree where you belong. Where you have the duty to continue your dying race.”

  Keara’s eyes glowed bright blue and her horns rose in defense. A portal shimmered in the air next to her, opening slowly. Soon the difference in oxygen between the dimensions would create a vacuum strong enough to suck her through. She couldn’t allow that. The electric glow of her eyes fixed on the portal and focused. She concentrated, the sweat pouring off her forehead. The walls began to seal shut. A portion of the wind blowing in from Luciefyiore stopped.

  Keara took a breather, her strength higher than Enishka’s for the moment.

  Demons everywhere felt the struggle, the turmoil between the two powerful beings. Walls of the material dimension, previously invisible, continued to shimmer and waver hesitantly. As if they were unsure who to obey. Fear hit the bellies of the sensitive demons in Luciefyiore, whereas excitement hit the spiteful ones.

  This was it. The showdown. Time to take sides.

  On Earth, tension was high. Insane asylums had trouble calming their patients, even medications had little ef
fect. Burglaries were up. Couples fought and kept the police force busy with domestic abuse calls. And the weather was violent. Tidal waves roared and winds screeched.

  In the demon realm, sweat poured down Enishka’s face as flames grew higher, giving off extreme heat and drying up the swamplands. Just as they had years ago, back in the school of Luciekynokus. “Dammit,” he shouted to no one in particular. “She shut down one of the portals.”

  The faces of several underlings looked up at him in horror.

  Enishka realized what he said. How could a half-breed child have enough power to shut a portal? And a child she was, alive for less than a quarter of a century, while he’d been alive for several millennia.

  Enishka didn’t like the expressions on the faces of his demon servants. The same fear that was usually reserved for him instead showed in reverence to Keara.

  The little bitch.

  His dark head twisted to one side. “Form a circle,” he demanded. “And join hands.”

  His underlings made the mistake of hesitating. Burning rage flowed through Enishka. Electricity cackled and sparked at the dry ground, catching one demon’s leg and flaming up his foot.

  Enishka ignored his screams, but didn’t intervene when another demon tossed him into one of the scum-soaked ponds to douse him.

  The rest of the creatures scurried to grab hands as they formed a large circle around Enishka and his throne. Even with the circle of thirteen demons, he knew it would be difficult to pull her in.

  * * * * *

  Caleb searched everywhere for her when she morphed from him. She wasn’t at her parents’, she wasn’t at her house. He tried desperately to link with her mentally.

  Keara never heeded his calls. So instead he sought out the only other demon he was aware of. Natalya.

  “Where is Keara?” he growled.

  Natalya barely glanced up at him, not even caring that somehow he had found her. “She’s being summoned into our world. Can’t you feel the turmoil? She was decreed demon over human, although I don’t know how, and must live out the rest of her life there in order to mate. It’s her role as the last of a dying breed.”

  “Take me to her.”

  “I can’t, human. I can’t even get myself back.”

  “Liar. How did you get here then?”

  “I was sent to have her turn demon. One way or another. I’m stuck here with a bunch of useless humans and unfortunately, enough power to attract them. So don’t threaten me, fool. I’ll break you like a stick.”

  “You have two choices. Either figure out a way to return to your dimension or I’ll send your horns back. Without you.”

  “Listen to me, human male. I can’t even get to where Keara is trapped. Once you’re there, you’re stuck until your duties are done.”

  “Where?”

  “Arashnoks. Where demons are spawned. She’ll be released when she produces fertilized demon seeds. If she’s made Enishka’s queen, she’ll have several hundred to bear. If not, you’ll be lucky, it’s an earlier return.”

  “So in either case she can be released back to Earth?”

  “Not exactly. It gets worse. For if she’s made Enishka’s queen, her litter will devour her once they’re hatched. No one wants to be the mother of that brood.”

  Before his eyes, he watched pain twist through Natalya’s features, forcing a low moan. Her features began to twist and swell and she was sucked through another dimension that shimmered even while he watched.

  “Stay away from her. She doesn’t need to be distracted,” was the last thing she warned before the portal closed with a slurp as if it swallowed her.

  Keara was also being sucked through the vortex which opened in the middle of Caleb’s bedroom. She was halfway in, up to her waist, while her hands gripped the cold metal legs of his bed. Her horns reached out to sense any nearby power she could seize, but there was none. Not even Rod and Mike in the bar below.

  Except for Caleb, who was trying desperately to link with her after the horror of watching Natalya’s pain when she was pulled away. Trying so urgently to keep Keara safe and out of that portal and away from the demon dimension.

  Keara could feel his determination in trying to help her. But didn’t he realize he was provided a direct link to himself through her? She refused to let Enishka obtain any source of connection to Caleb. She’d die first. She’d do this alone without risking him.

  So she dug in. And plunged into the portal.

  The flames in Luciefyiore continued to burn according to Keara’s will, but Enishka saved a lot of his strength. For he used the souls of the thirteen underlings to get her in.

  When she was yanked violently through and the portal door was shutting on its own, Enishka glanced around. The thirteen underlings which made up his council were now thirteen piles of ash forming a circle around him.

  “Sweep that up,” he commanded another demon who tried to hide behind a tree. A temporary underling who would become a part of his new council. Out with the old, in with the new.

  Keara had been hurled through light, time and space, panting and gasping, into Luciefyiore. More specifically, to the portal of Arashnoks to breed.

  No one paid any attention to her as she came to her senses on Enishka’s stone altar, where the supposed forced marriage would take place. One demon was calmly sweeping up burnt ash and this time the swamp was strangely subdued.

  As she caught her breath, Natalya landed near her, obviously hurled through space also and looking so much worse for wear. It was obvious she wasn’t as used to the mode of travel.

  Enishka stood from his throne and everyone curiously tried to listen in.

  “Natalya,” he snapped. “Arise.”

  She was so weak, her muscles twisted and spasming, that she had to be helped. A couple of the more brave swamp creatures lifted her by her arms, supporting her weight with their own. Showing a unity they normally didn’t have.

  “You failed?” his voice was deceptively sweet. “I don’t see either one of Keara’s human toys here.”

  He swiveled his protruding bug eyes to the empty cages which had been set to either side of the altar. Keara felt sick when she realized it wasn’t going to be a wedding stage, but a torture chamber. He had been prepared to torment Caleb.

  The blonde demon barely glanced at Keara before dropping her eyes in reverence to the demon lord. “Yes, master. I was unable to steal either one.”

  The swamp went loud with whispered chatters. As far as anyone knew, Natalya had never before botched a mission.

  “How in the world could you have failed?” Enishka asked suspiciously.

  “Keara was able to spot me when I arrived in her hell dimension. She weakened me and thrust me back here before I could make contact with either one of them.”

  “And did you return?”

  “Yes, which sucked nearly all of my power.”

  “Then?”

  Keara’s voice rang out. “It was too late. Caleb’s soul was already gone.”

  Enishka’s head turned slowly toward her, the creaking of his neck bones popping as though his head would fall off. “What do you mean?”

  “His soul belongs to me now.”

  All hell broke loose.

  “Damn you,” Enishka screamed at her. An image of his angry face glowed as it flew across the swamp before it zeroed in on her, hurling at her so quickly it made her sway with dizziness. “You knew I wanted the human. You knew I sent Natalya for him.”

  He raised his arms and the wind picked up loose rocks and sticks. One swing of his arm hurled the objects at her.

  Keara curled on the ground. When it was over, a pile of debris buried her. The swamp was quiet. Bravely, the little two-tongued demon named Tobias moved to find her. When no one stopped him, he began to cautiously dig her out. An airway was dug first around her head and she coughed and sputtered as he lifted more rocks and wood out of the way.

  She was filthy, covered with cuts and bruises. Scratches everywhere, stained re
d with her odd human blood.

  But there would be no Protection Fairies this time. For she’d been decreed demon. “Are you all right?” Tobias whispered

  Keara glanced up. Her eyes were completely blue. A strange glowing color that was completely opposite to the red glow of Enishka’s. And yet offered an unexplainable comfort, like coolness for the fire.

  In the background, Enishka stamped his feet angrily, as a small child would. “Lock up Natalya for failing. And dress her in wedding finery as my backup.”