Warrior Demoness - TI6

by Heckrotte, Fran

  Kenny gasped and then coughed as blood bubbled from his mouth.

  "Yes. Isn't it wonderful? Only now do you understand real pain... or think you do. This is nothing compared to what you will be feeling after you are dead."

  Gaapa again turned to look at Sabnock and the shrouded figure standing next to her shattered body. She had no doubt the demoness would reappear in another human form somewhere else. Sabnock had abandoned the Underworld, preferring to live as a mortal. Dying was just a formality for her. Still, Gaapa didn't take kindly to those who killed her friend. Sabnock had been the commander of Dis' many Legions and Gaapa was one of her most trusted lieutenants.

  Soon my friend, she thought. You will be moving on to your next life and I will be transporting this creature to his final destiny. I will make sure he pays for what he has put you through. Gaapa knew that Sabnock was in pain... great pain. Demons were not immune to physical sensations. In fact, feelings such as pleasure and pain were more heightened than in mortals.

  "Death comes," Gaapa said, looking down at Kenny. "Too bad. You haven't suffered enough for what you've done. Still"..." Gaapa shrugged. "There will be plenty of time to make up for what is lost here."

  "Are you done with him?" Death asked, ignoring the body lying on the ground.

  "Yes," Gaapa replied. "Sabnock, has she moved on?"

  "She is where she wants to be," Death said, its voice calm and emotionless.

  "Good. It'll be interesting to see what she does next. I almost envy her, her lives."

  Death said nothing.

  "I guess I've prolonged his agony enough. Give me the soul," Gaapa said. "I'm curious to see who Dis gives it to first."

  "As you wish," Death replied and touched Kenny's forehead. The death rattle of failing lungs filled the air. Kenny's body jerked twice and then relaxed.

  "Hey, I think he just croaked," a policeman said, kneeling next to the still body.

  "Great, it'll save the taxpayers a lot of money," the second replied and nudged Kenny with his foot. He wanted desperately to kick the asshole but knew better. Only seconds earlier, a fellow officer had told him that the bomb squad specialist had died.

  "Good journey to you, Gaapa," Death said and disappeared.

  Clinching her hand tightly around the shriveled, black, walnut-sized orb she had captured leaving the human's body, Gaapa cackled gleefully and vanished. She would be sure to tell Sabnock who had first rights to this soul.

  * * *

  Gaapa waited patiently for Dis to appear. As the Transporter of Souls, she had been in this position too many times to feel impatience. Normally, her Master didn't get involved in such things, but the soul of the human, Kenny, was of special interest to him. The Lord of the Underworld had little tolerance for those who harmed his followers, especially mortals.

  Strolling naked from his bedroom, Dis motioned for Gaapa to come forward.

  "Have you brought it?" he demanded, his anger barely under control.

  "Yes, my Lord." Gaapa opened her hand and held out the last remnants of Kevin's existence. "What do you wish me to do with it?"

  "Give it to me," he ordered. Gaapa placed it in his outstretched hand. The soul looked like a small pea compared to the size of Dis' palm. Raising it to eye level, he peered at the insignificant thing. "You dare to harm one of mine. She was one of my greatest commanders and you destroyed her."

  Stunned at the words, Gaapa looked from the soul to the Underlord.

  "I don't understand."

  Dis glared at the Transporter of Souls and then softened his gaze. She and her mate, Gaap, had been by his side from almost the beginning. Gaapa was one of his most loyal servants.

  "Sabnock is missing. She is nowhere to be found."

  "But... that's impossible. Humans don't have the power to destroy us... especially one so puny as this."

  "I agree. Nevertheless, Sabnock has disappeared. My servants have looked everywhere for her."

  "Wouldn't Death know if she dead? Surely"..."

  "Death evades the issue. I never have been able to get direct answers from Death."

  "It must be very frustrating, my Lord. Such insolence should not be tolerated," Gaapa replied.

  "Even I have no control over It. Death is its own master and answers only to itself."

  Dis clenched his hand, tempted to destroy the essence of the soul. Only his desire for revenge stayed the impulse. Tossing it back to Gaapa, he turned abruptly and strolled toward the bedroom.

  "Take that to the Chamber of Pain. I'll personally handle the punishment."

  Bowing, Gaapa left. It was good to see her Master take an interest in something besides orgies. He had been absent too long from the Chamber.

  * * *

  Soneillon greeted Gaapa in his usual dour mood. As the Keeper of the Chamber of Pain, Gaapa thought the demon fitted his position well. He hated everything and everyone.

  Except his job, she thought. He's going to be unhappy that Dis will be taking away the pleasure of punishing this thing.

  "Greeting, Soneillon," she called out. "Dis wants you to take charge of this."

  Sonellion flicked his hand in the direction of a large bowl.

  "Put it with them. I'll get to it after I'm done with this one," he said.

  Walking up to the demon she peered over his shoulder at the soul lying on the table in front of him.

  "What are you doing to this one?" she asked.

  "He was a stalker and serial killer. Now it is he who is stalked by his victims. At the moment they are dismembering him, joint by joint. When they are done, I will put him together and start over. The next time they'll remove his skin, piece by piece and after that, disembowel him. Every stroke of the knife is slow and precise, intensifying his pain a thousand times."

  Gaapa grinned. It was a just punishment. She knew once Soneillon had determined the proper punishment, it would get worse each time the cycle restarted. Only Dis had the power to stop him. Still, the Keeper's imagination was nothing compared to the Underlord.

  "What has this one done?" Soneillon asked, glancing toward the shriveled soul. It was unusual for one to arrive in such poor condition.

  "The human killed Sabnock."

  Soneillon stopped playing with the wretched soul on the table and turned to Gaapa. His normally neutral expression disappeared, replaced by unimaginable hatred. Eyes flashing, the demon made a move toward the soul. Gaapa grabbed his arm.

  "Dis claimed it."

  "Dis? Dis never gets involved in the punishments anymore."

  "Dis claimed it," Gaapa repeated. "You will need to guard it from the others. Many will want to avenge Sabnock."

  "This makes no sense. How can a mortal kill a demon? You must have misunderstood Dis."

  "I didn't. Sabnock cannot be found anywhere and Death won't tell Dis anything. We have to assume she has been destroyed."

  "And you say I have to protect this... this thing? I can make it pay a terrible price for what it has done... something deserving... something... special."

  "It's not yours to punish. Maybe when Dis grows tired of his pleasure, he'll give it to you. For now, just guard it."

  "As you say," Soneillon said, shrugging.

  Too easy, Gaapa thought. You're not fooling me.

  "I warn you, Soneillon. Protect that soul or it will be you who Dis takes pleasure in. He will have no compunction in taking his wrath out on you. I seriously doubt you want to give up your position here for a few moments of gratification."

  "I said I would guard it," Doneillon hissed. "Now leave me. I have work to do." Turning his back on the demoness, he returned to the stalker's soul and began prodding it. Gaapa knew she had been dismissed but had no doubt the Keeper would do his job. His hatred was formidable but he wasn't stupid.

  I must talk to Gaap, Gaapa thought. She hoped he wasn't away transporting souls.

  * * *

  "What be yah wantin, Child?" Maopa asked her great-great-grandchild.

  "Granny! Oh, Granny, it's good t
o see you," Dakota said, happily, aware she was now in the Spirit World. "How are you? How's Mari? And Sarpe?"

  "Slow down there a bit, youngin'. Everyone be fine. Mari's gawn visitin' Gaia... and Sarpe be with Ekimmu... makin' whoopee, I imagines. Now why yah be a botherin' me when yah has that good lookin' woman snugglin' next to yah?"

  Dakota looked at the waterfall across the lake. A mist rose from the cascading water, creating a rainbow. White birds circled above it diving and climbing with the winds created by the thundering falls.

  "It's Constance. She's dead."

  "I know. I felt her essence pass on. She beed a good woman."

  A tear rolled down Dakota's cheek.

  "I'll miss her."

  "Many will miss her but that be the way of thangs. It be life, Child. Is that what ya came ta tells me?"

  "No. I was hoping she made it to the Spirit World. Did she?" Dakota asked hopefully.

  Maopa shook her head sadly.

  "She ain't here... and I don't thank she be with the Twin either. She be way too good fer that un."

  Dakota laughed.

  "I thought that was where good people went."

  "That be where boringly good people be a-goin'. Constance wasn't that good."

  "Then where is she?"

  "I don't be a-knowin' that. Have ya asked Lilith? Maybe she with her kin."

  "The Underworld?" Dakota shook her head. "I can't believe Constance would go there."

  Maopa patted her granddaughter's hand.

  "It ain't just for bad people."

  "I know." Dakota thought about Sabnock. "I was just hoping... a demoness named Sabnock did bring Constance's body to the funeral and cremated it. I think they were in love."

  "There ya go then. They be together now."

  "I don't think so. Sabnock was too sad. She should have been happy if they were going to be together."

  Maopa frowned.

  "True 'nough. I tells ya what. Rest here fer awhile and I'll see iff'n' I can contact Lilith. She might knowed somethin'"

  "Thanks, Granny."

  Settling onto the grass, Dakota closed her eyes and dreamed of Yemaya.

  * * *

  The nightclub was closed. Lilith had given Agra and Kali the rest of the night off. Even demonesses needed down time. Closing the ledger, she leaned back in her chair and waited. The air near her desk shimmered.

  "Good evening, Maopa," Lilith said, sensing the intruder's identity.

  "And ta ya too, Lilith," Maopa said, appearing suddenly. "Has ya a moment or two ta jaw a bit?"

  "For you, always. What do you need?"

  "It's Dakota. She be worried about Constance."

  "I felt her passing," Lilith said. "She was an interesting woman."

  "That be so. Seems a demoness named Sabnock were at the funeral."

  Startled, Lilith stood up and walked around the desk.

  "Sabnock? I haven't thought about her in eons. She left the Underworld shortly after the Great Battle. I wonder what she has to do with Constance?"

  "I was hopin' yah'd tell me."

  "I don't know. Wait here! Maybe Dis will know."

  Lilith disappeared.

  "Now that be an exit," Maopa said.

  * * *

  Lying amongst the writhing bodies, Dis was in his glory. Minions, demons and a few privileged mortals were enjoying cunnilingus, fornication and every unimaginable debauchery. At the moment, two demons were massaging the massive erection of the Underlord. Head back, eyes shut, Dis grunted with pleasure.

  "I see things haven't changed," a husky voice commented, breaking into his euphoria.

  "Lilly!" Dis exclaimed, opening his eyes, pleased to see his ex. Motioning to his erection, he grinned. "You look as beautiful as ever. Care to join me?"

  "It looks like you are in good hands," Lilith replied. "What can you tell me about Sabnock?"

  Dis grimaced.

  "You know how to ruin a party." Pushing the bodies aside, he sat up and then climbed out of the huge bed. Grabbing his robe, he slipped it on and motioned for Lilith to follow him. "She's disappeared."

  "Disappeared?"

  "Yes. I think Death had something to do with it but It won't tell me anything."

  "Death? What happened?"

  "A mortal killed Sabnock. I know," he said holding up his hand. "This time it's different. She never reappeared and Death isn't talking. Arrogant bastard."

  "It still gets to you, doesn't it?" Lilith asked.

  "What?"

  "The fact you can't control It. It isn't a demon."

  "This isn't about that. If It knows something, It should tell me. Sabnock is one of mine. I have a right to know."

  "Well, knowing you, you probably tried to order Death to tell you. Both of you are stubborn."

  The deep red blush creeping into Dis' cheeks gave Lilith her answer.

  "I thought so."

  "I am the Underlord. I don't ask... I tell," Dis stated, straightening his massive body, hoping to intimidate Lilith.

  "And you see how well that worked," Lilith said, unimpressed. "Any ideas?"

  "I think Saira knows something but she's off on one of her trips. Damn woman pops in uninvited but won't show up when I summon her. You females are a royal pain."

  "Someone has to keep you straight. If you find out anything will you let me know?" Lilith asked.

  "Why are you interested in Sabnock now? You two were never close."

  "I'm helping a friend. Sabnock may know something about the human, Constance's, soul. It seems that, too, is missing."

  "You're doing this for a human? You're getting soft, Lilly," Dis teased.

  Looking at the massive organ hanging limply but visible through the opened front of the robe, Lilith smirked.

  "Apparently, so are you."

  Dis's eyes widened and then his deep laughter bellowed through the Underworld. He loved battling wits with Lilith. When Lilith vanished, he shook his head and returned to the bedroom. Already his penis was swollen in anticipation of the things to come.

  * * *

  "He knows nothing," Lilith said to Maopa. "Sabnock has disappeared too."

  "If ya hears somethin' would ya let me know?"

  "Of course," Lilith replied. "I'll keep checking around."

  "Thank ya."

  Maopa vanished.

  "Nice exit," Lilith commented.

  * * *

  "Wake up, Child," Maopa said, gently shaking Dakota's shoulder. "Lilith don't knowed anything but she'll let us know iff'n she hears somethin'. It be time for ya to go home."

  Yawning, Dakota thanked Granny and then fell back to sleep.

  * * *

  Something was tickling her ear. Swatting at the irritant, Dakota turned onto her side and hugged her pillow. Fingers trailed up and down her back. Dakota shivered. When warm lips caressed her ear she smiled.

  "It is about time you woke up, sleepyhead," a husky voice whispered.

  Dakota swallowed. Already she could feel herself growing moist. Rolling on her back, she grabbed Yemaya by the head and leaned upward, capturing her lips. Tongues tentatively played with each other as their hands explored each other's body. Breaking the kiss, Dakota gasped for air.

  "You certainly know how to wake a girl up," she said.

  "Only one," Yemaya replied, leaning forward to take a nipple between her lips. Teeth playfully nipped at the left breast before moving to the right one. "You taste good." Running her hand down Dakota's stomach, Yemaya inhaled deeply. "You smell good too, warm and musky."

  "Musky! I'm not sure I like..." A finger twirled through curly blonde hair made her gasp. "Oh God," she moaned, anticipating what was to come.

  Yemaya knew every inch of Dakota's body and began a slow assault on the most sensitive spots. Lips caressed breasts, stomach and then moved to the inner thighs. Fingertips circled the nipples, while her thumb rubbed the aroused nub.

  Dakota's skin grew pebbly with goosebumps.

  "I... uhhh... I..."

  "Sh
hhh," Yemaya murmured against Dakota's stomach just below the navel. "Just enjoy."

  Never one to be told twice, Dakota relaxed and let Yemaya perform her magic. As Yemaya's tongue explored moist, warm skin, Dakota's legs quivered. She wanted to scream so badly but wasn't quite ready. Her body felt as if it would explode when a thumb stroked the soft skin next to her clit. Like a small vibrator it moved rapidly back and forth, massaging the sensitive nerves.