Disclaimer: All the standard warnings for violence, blood and general icky-
ness apply. There will also be a shoujo-ai (girl/girl) element to the
series later on, so you've been warned. This will also tie in with one of
my other series, Blood, Sex and Magic.
Descent: Child of Shadows
Thunder rattled the windows around them as Andrea looked down at her
pale blood stained hands, the now soulless body that had once belonged to
her falling limply to the ground at her bare feet. The driving rain washed
all of the blood clean from her claws, but it couldn't begin to clean her
conscience of the evils she had allowed the demon kind to do.
'I opened up the gates to hell for the promise of increased mystic
power,' Andrea thought to herself grimly, 'and I didn't even care about
what was happening out in the world. All those murders happening when I
opened up the gate, why didn't I let myself see that I was the cause?' She
looked down at the demon body, a tall, physically strong woman, black
haired and bearing razor sharp claws, a body that was now her own.
Andrea closed her eyes, 'They used me to free this thing, the perfect
killing machine." Rain washed away a few tears, 'And the only way to stop
it was to sacrifice myself.'
Each full moon Andrea had done it, being granted a portion of mystic
power in return for one hour of freedom for her seductively handsome patron
demon. Finally the demons were strong enough to unleash this, a servant
meant to carry out a series of sacrifices intended to open up the gates of
Hell wide, to allow them to return to the Earth in force.
The noises brought her back to the hear and now, the nervous crowd,
and a few police officers breaking through the mob to nervously point their
weapons at her. 'Can bullets even harm this body?' Andrea found herself
Without any conscious thought great, leathery wings unfurled from her
bare back, sweeping up before the downward sweep threw her up into the air.
Each beat of her wings took her higher even as shots rang out, the police
recovering from their surprise enough to act.
For just a moment part of her enjoyed this suddenly discovered power
of flight, then Andrea clamped down on it savagely. The roof she chose was
deserted, hidden in the warren of buildings in that part of town. The wings
folded away with a wish, disappearing almost as if she never had them. She
stumbled forward a few steps, falling to the rough gravel. She curled up
into a ball, hot tears streaming down her face.
The events of that final great summoning ran through her mind, no
matter how hard she tried to resist the images. Her chanting the ancient,
guttural words, the opening of the gate, hearing the black haired demon
lord's mocking laugh as he emerged, and finally seeing his servant coming
out from the shadows just behind him. She would have been beautiful, if not
for the cold, killing madness that shone from those golden eyes.
"She will walk the streets this time," the demon lord had smiled at
her coldly, showing those even, perfectly formed white teeth. Only his
eyes, glowing a sullen blood red, marked him as the monster that he truly
Andrea had stammered out weakly, "But that's not the bargain we
A cold glance, "Little fool, it matters not. The lives that I took in
our earlier encounters have strengthened me, I no longer need your
assistance." He saw the look of shock on her face and smiled, "You truly
did not know? You are a greater fool than I believed!"
"Oh, no," Andrea whimpered softly, tears streaking her face. "What..
what's she here for?" she asked weakly.
The demoness gestured, her fingers extending, becoming razor sharp
claws. "She will finish what I began," the demon lord laughed, "she will
kill to open wide the last and greatest gate, and our kind will rule over
The demoness easily stepped out of the protective circle that meant
to hold only the demon lord himself and then she paced out of the darkness
of the basement like a cat. Andrea gazed after it in shock, then pulled
herself from her crouch on the floor, swaying a bit as she regained her
Andrea gazed after it before softly muttering to herself, "No."
"And what will you do about it, pitiful little mage?" the demon
mocked her before laughing aloud at the sight she presented, a ragged
figure preparing to go to war.
"Stop her," Andrea said coldly as she met his eyes levelly, and the
Stumbling up from the basement, through her townhouse and then
outside, a gust of wind nearly blowing her over. It was beginning to storm
outside as Andrea opened her senses wide, seeking the foul taint of the
creature. In only moments she found her, and ran as fast as her legs would
carry her. A force bolt drove the demon back, the beautiful creature
scowling at her.
They stood there a moment, assessing each other. The demoness could
have been a model, her body and face were so perfect. Only the gleam of
fangs, pale skin, claws and those unholy, pitiless eyes marked her as
inhuman. Andrea knew what she looked like, a thin, gangly woman, her face
scarred on one side, walking with a slight limp.
'It probably thinks I'm easy prey,' Andrea mused, right before the
demoness lunged, her claws fully extended.
Across the city they fought, Andrea focusing on containing the
creature, the demon striving to break free to kill innocents. Back and
forth they went, her powerful shields holding the claws back, while using
her powers to try to hurt the demoness.
But her spells seems unable to hurt the creature, and her mystical
talents could only hold the killing machine back for so long. 'It's because
my magics were granted by the demon lord,' she realized, 'they can't hurt
one of his servants!'
Distracted, Andrea was hammered against the wall, so hard she could
feel her ribs breaking. The smiling face was just in front of her, the
thing's breath oddly sweet as it gazed into her eyes, a hand cupped around
her throat. "Walk away," it could barely form the words past the gleaming
fangs, "and you can live."
A bit of blood ran down from the corner of her mouth, and Andrea
realized she had bit right through her lower lip. "Maybe," she managed,
"but I couldn't live with myself afterward."
It shrugged, almost as if it didn't really care.
Andrea racked her mind, trying to recall a magic that dated before
her first encounter between her and the demon lord. An old magic, one as
old as mankind itself, one that might still be effective against a demon
spawn like this.
Andrea's hands were shaking as she reached for the demoness' free
hand, pulling a bit at the fist that firmly pinned her by the throat
against the cold stone wall. The razor like nails cut at her bare fingers
as she grasped at it, then in one smooth gesture she yanked the demoness
forward and rammed the claws into her own chest.
"Augh," Andrea gasped out, spitting blood that splattered the
demoness' face. Her life pulsed out even as Andrea's lips formed the words,
starting at a whisper and then rising. Realizing it's danger the demon
struggled to break free, but her death grip held it fast. She managed the
final word even as her heard stopped, a sudden flash of light blinding in
the near darkness.
And then Andrea's mind and spirit was contained within the demoness'
body, her now soulless bloody corpse falling bonelessly to the ground.
Unable to cry any longer she reluctantly unrolled from her place on
the rough material of the rooftop, sitting up then pulling herself to her
feet. Her long black hair hung wetly behind her, her pale body glistening
in the rain. She tilted her head back as lightning flashed.
"There's something I have to finish," she murmured.
The old Victorian home wasn't too hard to get into, not from above
anyway. She walked down from the cluttered attic, her eyes dark with
memories both good and bad. She knew she wouldn't be returning here, not
after today. The basement was cool as she stepped through the door, seeing
the demon lord confined still in the mystic circle.
"The servant should have finished by now," he was muttering before
she came through the door. "Why is the ultimate gate not open?' he demanded
Andrea didn't answer, just walked on towards him. She felt an odd
calm, almost like a pool she could dip into. He grew agitated, demanding,
but she ignored his words. Once she was near enough, she coiled her body
and struck swiftly.
Black ooze showered her as she struck, her claws tearing the
creatures head right from his shoulders all in one motion. The severed head
seemed aware for a few moments as she smiled at it coldly. "Things didn't
go as planned," she said coldly.
The portal was collapsing with the death of the demon lord, and she
casually tossed the head in after it. With the portal gone the room was
pitch dark, but her eyes let her see like it was daylight. Scrolls, books,
artifacts, her basement was filled with dangerous magics, things that could
call something like the demon lord once again.
It took some doing to start the fire on the cement floor, but the
books soon burned briskly, flashes of light and odd scents rising from the
flames. The scrolls, artifacts, her plans and work, all were consigned to
the cleansing flames. For a moment she was tempted to step into the fire
herself, but something stopped her.
'All those people,' she thought, 'that were killed because I wanted
magical power without working at it. The innocents who's lives were cut
short, all because of me.' A deep breath, 'Those scales need to be
The entire building caught fire not long afterwards, but she was
safely perched on another building watching it all go up in flames. A old
trenchcoat was wrapped around her body, and the rains continued to drive
down on the city.
'There goes what ever is left of my old life,' she grimly mused. 'I
guess I'm not really Andrea anymore,' she thought, 'that name died with my
human body. I've been falling a long time, forever it seems, and now I've
finally hit rock bottom.'
"Descent," she murmured to herself softly, and turning away from the
burning building she disappeared into the darkness.
To be continued...