Chapter 11 — A Demons End

The elite holy servants of the Decretum Daemon Venator entered the lobby of Lilith’s building, each chanting words of power from a ten thousand year old dead language. The building vibrated as the Venators holy spell assaulted the demon portal.

Inside Lilith’s bedroom, the portal appeared visible to the naked human eye; it is swirling red with the fires of the abyss visible on the other side. Intense heat and vicious gases from the abyss with its much higher-pressure atmosphere surged through into the human world igniting the bed and rooms curtains. The Venators (hunters), begun rushing the stairs heading directly for Lilith’s apartment.

Maephrogh was toying with a soul from the pit, a perverse but common past time of demons. He wove a particularly rare and powerful spell of utterly unspeakable pain, which had taken him five thousand years to master. He could now do it without actually annihilating the soul itself in the process. The soul once known as Lee screamed in agony as Maephrogh suddenly felt something wrong.

An abomination of holy energy surrounded him in his own domain. It wracked him with pain, real demon pain he felt himself pulled, summoned by vile holiness as he disappeared. He came through his own swirling portal in Lilith’s bedroom, for which he is bound.

He flew out backwards, followed by a violent flame as he crashed into a wall. His body smashed the room’s window, with its burning curtains. The red swirling demon portal flashed and turned blue. It warped the light around it, making the room itself appear to be wobbling, as it snapped shut, sealed trapping Maephrogh.

Maephrogh was shocked, long ago the forces of the abyss and light ended open battle between demon and angel on the Earth’s surface with an agreement. Both had the human equivalent of an arm’s agreement, restricting access to Earth, and forcing strict rules on weapons.

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Only once every seven years, could the Queen of the Abyss or the Light of God, open a tear to earth using ancient timeless power and the intense desperation or faith of a human.

God had not opened any portals, or sent any Archangels to aid humanity for a little over two thousand years. The humans, it seemed were left on their own and had continued the fight with surprising ferocity, earning some although never admitted to respect from the Abyss.

However, the Abyss was relentless and had been slowly winning a war of hearts and minds for the last two thousand years. The humans would slow it down sometimes, but the Abyss always managed to deal a blow every so often, tricking millions to turn on each other.

The humans, at least initially, were often only too happy in marching to their committal of mortal sins. The 20th century had been an especially good century, not since the plagues had the Abyss had so many successes. Its pit had been well fed and its ranks had swelled.

The Queen of the Abyss did not want to risk open conflict on Earth, even though she was sure her forces could more than overwhelm the humans and gods forces combined easily. She had still adhered to the rules, so far.

Perhaps, due ironically to paranoia over god’s suspicious silence, the Abyss suspected it was all a ruse, to goad them into breaking the agreement. She feared with the Abyss lunching a full on assault by leaving the Abyss and then exposing themselves to being annihilated, by a possible and much feared unknown holy weapon.

Demon spawn, those from the loins of the Queen herself, such as Maephrogh were restricted to the immediate summon area. The same restriction applied to god’s archangels. Only the reborn such as Lilith and Mary, those who were already of the Earth, could move freely on the Earth’s surface. The Abyss loathed closing an open portal due to this reason.

It is a weakness the Venators often use against the Abyss, to slay demon spawn. When an open portal was found, within its maximum life of thirteen days.

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Maephrogh recovered from his blow as he arose to his hooves, he spotted the beautiful demonic curves and heaving breasts of Lilith. She was lying in the lounge room. She was starting to stir, after collapsing from coming out of her fight with Daniéle second best.

Her beginners luck, once again showing, since she was only the second demon out of hundreds to survive a battle with her. Daniéle considering herself retired did not count it as official. She would rather have her soul burn then taint her near-perfect record now especially with a young inexperienced demon such as Lilith.

Lilith managed to get to her hooves; she felt her hip its curved soft black grey skin showed no hint of a wound from Daniéle’s bullet, although deep inside an ache continued. She spotted her Master Maephrogh in her room and begun to say “Mast…” just as her door was kicked in.

Lilith terrified it was Daniéle coming to finish her off hissed and with demonic speed, using a combination of her claws and an unnatural demonic power, leaped as a rune bullet whizzed by she crawled up the wall and along the ceiling. Two more pistol shots slammed into the walls and ceiling one after another right behind her.

She leaped from the ceiling with surprising speed directly into the hunters sending two smashing into floor. She hissed her long demon tongue at the two standing in the doorway, her claws on her left hand lengthened to 6″. She was about to stab them into a hunter she had pinned down when she heard the now very familiar sound to her of another rune pistol cocking. In a blur of speed, she leaped from the hunter as a bullet penetrated the now empty air. She gripped onto a wall and crawled along it as two more shots smashed into a picture of Lilith’s human family beside her.

Maephrogh now understood the hunters had found them. He watched, helplessly trapped in Lilith’s room. The summoning area, unable to assist his disciple, his youngest child, or reopen his portal to escape for some time.

He bellowed to his Lilith, his child to flee. A Masters order he did not want to see her slain so young. Lilith hesitated, she did not want to abandon her Master, but she was bound to him his blood his corruption flowed inside her. She was irresistibly compelled to obey her Master; Lilith smashed through her balcony sliding doors, and leaped over the rails extending her black leathery demon wings. Another pistol shot cracked from behind putting a hole in her leathery right wing as she fled into the darkening red sky of a cold evening.

The demon hunters annoyed at her escape, turned their attention to the trapped demon. They recognized him immediately as the eight thousand year old demon lord Maephrogh the destroyer of virgins. Maephrogh’s red bulk rippled as he filled with rage, his height increasing from 10′ to 14′. Large scales emerged over his red demon skin and large sharp horns over his body, as his claws grew even sharper, and extended to 1′, he prepared for battle. He roared in an inhuman animal voice straight from the abyss with the heat of a furnace burning from inside “I am going to fuck you all up!”

The demon hunters ignoring the demons threat, closed in. Maephrogh did a simple deception he swung his massive clawed weapon’s a touch slower and a foot shorter of what he could actually do. Soon enough one inexperienced hunter fell for the trick as Maephrogh suddenly swung much faster and directly at him, he failed to dodge it, as Maephrogh’s 1′ claws ripped through his shoulder impaling him. He lifted him off his feet, and brought the screaming hunter closer.

Maephrogh stabbed his other clawed hand into the man’s upper right thigh, as his demon cock rapidly swelled past 4′ to 6′ long and 2′ thick. Maephrogh brought the screaming man’s body up into the air as he slammed the screaming hunter’s ass down onto his massive demon cock, ripping through his body smashing through his bones and internal organs.

The cock head ripped through the man’s throat causing his head to become partially decapitated, as vile black demon seed spewed from the stump. His head flailing attached by a remaining connection of neck skin as his chest glowed orange. His soul was ripped, into the grunting Maephrogh’s cock, and cast to the Abyss for eternal pain.

Maephrogh in his eight thousand years of pure evil had never issued a single threat he only gave promises. The destroyed hunter’s body, simply split down the middle, both sides sliding off the demon’s hard cock. His happening to have been a virgin was just a coincidence.

Even the experienced hunter’s, who had faced evil many times, could not help but take an uneasy step back at this sight. A demon spawn, especially a lord encounter, was always a little bit more violent than a reborn encounter. They were now thankful it was far less common. Their enthusiasm, for the honor of slaying a demon lord declining.

Regaining their composure and now having sized up the demon’s true speed and reach the hunters circled again, there ancient swirled rune covered swords drawn. The special swords passed from one generation of hunters to the next. The secret to forging a gift from god lost thanks to the Abyss’s efforts during the dark ages was the only weapon humanity had that could actually slay a demon.

They thrust the swords at Maephrogh forcing him to block with his armored scales as they swiftly dodged and moved around him. The hunters being more agile then the bulky demon seemed to be swarming around him attempting to divert Maephrogh’s attention, as another would get behind unseen for a thrust into his less plated sides. Their swords now glowing a dark blue with the presence of the demon’s unbelievable corruption.

One however was not quiet fast enough recovering from dodging a swing as the follow up connected with his back, Maephrogh roared as he swung the hunter smashing him into the wall rupturing organs breaking bones. Another hunter took the opening to thrust his sword deep into Maephrogh’s left side burying it as the swords runes caused it to spin and bury deeper, its magic sucking Maephrogh’s strength and numbing him.

Maephrogh roared with real pain, as he held the dying hunter in his hands he ripped the body in two spraying the two remaining hunters with his blood. Maephrogh smacked the torso half of the slain hunter’s corpse into the offending hunter who had stabbed him knocking him backwards crashing into a bedroom wall dislocating his left hip. The hunter still dazed managed to roll to the right as Maephrogh’s clawed left fist smashed into the wall where he easily made a large hole into the next apartment. The shrill panicked screams of a young girl could be heard from the other side.

Maephrogh ripped his arm from the wall just in time to defend himself from the last hunter standing, catching his sword thrust between defensive horns on his right forearm. Maephrogh twisted the sword out of his hands, knocking it across the room, and backhanded the hunter sending him flying backwards following his sword.

Maephrogh turned his attention to the injured hunter feebly trying to crawl away; Maephrogh reached down and gripped his left ankle knowing it would inflict fantastic pain on the hunter. He lifted him high into the air, his grip easily crushing the man’s ankle, as he then flung him through the smashed bedroom window of the apartment. The hunters screaming abruptly ending with a blunt impact sound from the street below.

Maephrogh now growing tired and weak as the numbing process from the sword inside him spread. The last surviving hunter having recovered his sword managed to thrust it under Maephrogh’s right arm into the pit down into his chest a critical blow as it begun to spin into him. Maephrogh determined to battle to the bitter end swung with all his remaining strength.

The hunter much more nimble stepped onto the wall running up it as the demon arm swung right behind him. The demons arm swiped up the wall his claws tearing into it, as the hunter back-flipped from the now crumbling wall. He pulled his pistol out from his chest holster it having a single shot left with the only remaining holy bullet not fired at Lilith. He landed on the ground and went to fire. His eyes bulged as Lilith’s entire burning bed was thrown directly at him; he made a desperate roll to the left as the bed went flying past him smashing into the wall. He aimed and fired his rune pistol’s last shot at a small gap between armor on Maephrogh’s chest, the bullet was off by a half inch bouncing off the armor plating harmlessly.

Maephrogh roared as he rushed the hunter with his remaining strength the hunter finding himself in a corner had nowhere to go. Maephrogh smashed his massive bulk into the hunter slamming him into the wall behind him cracking three ribs. He gripped the hunters neck with his left hand.

The hunter lifted off his feet and unable to breath; he struggled and kicked choking from his grip, as he reached for a small dagger. It was only a normal human weapon utterly useless against the demon but he had to do something. He lifted it from his belt aiming for Maephrogh’s right eye, but Maephrogh seeing it grabbed his forearm with his right hand and with a loud crack easily snapped the bone backwards, the dagger falling out of his now useless hand onto the floor.

Gautier knew his time had come, he prayed he would be fortunate enough for the demon to simply kill him and not damn his soul as well. Nevertheless, he knew his fate, the demon wanted vengeance.

Suddenly a loud pistol shot came from behind Maephrogh, the demons grip loosened letting Gautier fall to the ground. Maephrogh fell to his knees and collapsed onto the floor. A rune pistol bullet had entered the back of his neck.

The demon lord was alive but completely paralyzed, the many wards working against him had finally overwhelmed him, and he was unable to fight back and hissed his rage. Daniéle pulled Gautier’s buried sword out of Maephrogh’s body with some effort and repeatedly stabbed him until the demons corpse sizzled turning black and burnt away. The bullet and remaining deeply buried sword falling to the ground hissing from the internal heat of a demon’s body.

Daniéle turned to her grandson Gautier the only surviving hunter of the four, she smiled as she enjoyed holding her old sword again after so many years of retirement.

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The demoness Lilith in despair and still in slight pain from her encounter from the holy bullet had crashed onto the roof of another apartment block some distance away. She was out of sight of the hunters but she could look back and see her former apartment, the building windows lit, as the evening had grown dark. She looked at the smashed windows her room now burning with smoke billowing from the broken windows where she knew her master was trapped.

Then she felt it, a deep and terrible feeling of being cut from her master, she collapsed feeling a great loss for her master her lover and the demon equivalent of her father. Maephrogh had lost the battle, another casualty of an age-old conflict.

The sound of evil flapping wings approached Lilith’s sobbing demon form on the roof, as the breathtakingly seductive black-grey skinned demon form of Mary landed beside her, she had felt Lilith was in trouble the moment the holy bullet had buried itself into her Master’s hip.

Mary could feel her masters distress and it upset her greatly, she knew something terrible had happened she could sense from her Master Maephrogh was gone. She embraced Lilith, comforting her poor Master, feeling for her over the loss of her man.

Mary said, “You’ve still got me master” Mary kissed her masters right cheek, and started sliding her lender arms down Lilith’s back. Mary did not know what to do she wanted to make her master happy, she wanted to give herself to her master she squeezed her breasts against her. Mary’s natural instinct was to give pleasure by giving her body but this was useless right now, her heart broke over the despair she felt in her master.

The demonesses hugged each other on the cold dark roof, there first encounter with an eternal war leaving the bitter taste of ash in their mouths. Their mentor and teacher was gone, they were both still young reborn they knew nothing yet and had so much to learn. Their connection to the Abyss severed; they found themselves very alone in a way orphans, ill prepared, and the prey of a powerful enemy.

THE END OF CHAPTER ELEVEN