Hello Everyone, thank you for choosing my story to read. ^_^ I will warn you that this is my first fanfiction and I am not the best writer in the world since Grammarly keeps reminding me. Even though I use Grammarly, I know there are probably some mistakes in here still and acknowledge them as my own or Grammarly since I questioned some of its corrections. Will I do an Author Note before and/or after each chapter? It depends on my mood and other factors. How often will I update a new chapter? It depends on what life and this story have planned for me. Will I hold this story captive until I get a bunch of reviews? I am not that evil. Plus, this story would never be done if I did that. Even my story will hate me and walk away if I did that. Yes, my story is a living thing. Aren't yours?
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Summary: Asha, an undercover FBI agent, is really good at her job. After busting a slave trade hideout during a case, her life becomes endangered. Before she can do anything, she is transported into the world of "I, Frankenstein." She seeks shelter in the Gargoyles' home after being chased by demons. The gargoyles are divided on what to do with her. Some of them want her gone while others want her to stay and help her. A few are curious about her and her world. Asha just wants to find a way to go home. As her old enemies follow her, secrets that should have stay hidden are revealed and she begins to love this world, she has a change of heart. Will she be the only one though?
Now, get ready! The story will begin!
Chapter 1
I ran up the stairs in a dark abandoned apartment building, closing in on a suspect. Our footsteps echoed throughout the building. The thunderstorm outside made the building even darker than it should have been at night. Lightning flashes from the stairway window, lighting up the staircase. The suspect, using the thunder as a cover up, prepared to shoot his gun at me. Noticing the gleam of his gun, I dived behind a tall metal dresser just before he fired. I wasn't hit by any of the shots, only the wall had three bullet holes in it. The suspect, thinking that I was dead, ran up the rest of the stairs and slammed a door somewhere.
"Of course. Why not run from an FBI agent into a dark building and try to hide?" I sourly stated as I prepare my gun.
I came out of my hiding spot. I look at it and frowned at the single dent from a bullet in it. I was lucky that the metal was thick but based on the bullet holes, they showed that the suspect does not know how to properly use a gun. I brushed a piece of my black hair that got loose from the ponytail out of my way. Soon I walked up the stairs as quietly as I can with my gun raised. The storm continued behind me. I ignored it since I knew that the true evil was hiding in one of these apartments on the third floor.
"304," a female ghost whispered.
I thanked it in my head and went to the apartment in question. The door was locked when I tried the door knob. Before I could kick it in, however, I saw a ghostly hand turn the knob and opened the door. I walked in slowly while carefully looking around to make sure there was no trap and not attract unwanted attention in case the suspect had friends.
"He is alone and about to hurt another girl. Please, hurry," I heard another female ghost whispered.
Anger came over me and I ran where I heard a scream in the back bedroom with dim lighting which made it hard to point out details. There, I saw the suspect holding down a girl, who I recognize as Hannah, on the king size bed that looked like it had old and new blood on it. The suspect slapped Hannah.
"You are a traitor!" The suspect shouted over Hannah's whimpers.
He pulled out a knife and just as he brought it up, I clicked my gun's safety off and shouted, "FBI, Freeze!"
The suspect froze, recognizing my voice. He got off of Hannah and the bed to turn to look at me with the knife still in his hand. His eyes were filled with shock and fear. I ordered him to drop the knife. Almost in robotic like movements, he looked at the knife and then his expression changed before looking back up at me. He began to charge at me with the knife raised. Before he got even close, I shot him in the knee. He went down, screaming in agony while dropping his knife. I headed towards him. I took away his knife and gun. I hear my team coming in finally, they took away the suspect from me to bring him to a guarded hospital for his wound and where they can integrate him. I walked towards Hannah after putting away my gun, seeing that someone freed her. She was covered in dirt, blood that was not her own, and bruises. Her lip was the only thing bleeding. Her original golden blond hair was a mess and almost a different color due to abuse she went through. She had tears of relief in her blue eyes. When she saw me, she darted towards me and hugged me.
"Thank you," Hannah said in a small voice.
"You're welcome, Hannah," I said before letting her go to get medical help.
I saw someone from the team coming towards me while I was looking around the room to see if there was anything hidden. I worked too many cases that involved human trafficking and learned things are not always what they seem. So there is no way that the suspect had only one girl in this apartment.
"Agent Zack Dale," I greeted without looking at him while lifting a small lamp to look under it.
"Agent Asha Greene, how many times did I tell you not to run off after a suspect without a partner?" He asked with a slightly criticizing tone.
"One too many," I answered while finding a hidden lever behind a picture.
"Then why do you keep doing it?" He asked while signaling the team to prepare for anything before I pulled the lever. Once I did, a hidden door opened. We allowed the team to go first and clear the area hidden behind the door.
"You guys like to argue every time a suspect decides to run," I answered while turning on my flashlight and began to follow the team.
I felt his glare, but I ignored it. He knows as well as I do that I was telling the truth. Plus, he also knows that whenever I was given a partner that they either get in my way, slow me down or get badly hurt from the suspects that I usually deal with while being undercover. Then I heard the cries, moans, groans, and chains as well as metal doors breaking. Zack and I looked at each other, sharing a look that said 'No, it can't be.'
I ran, ignoring Zack's shouting. I stopped when the smell of blood, burnt skin, rotting dead bodies, and the combo of strong chemicals overpowered me. Once my noise was used to the smell enough, I looked around and felt like someone brought a part of my past to my present. It was a big chamber with a working fireplace that had a fire in it. It told me that someone was here but left in a hurry after hearing the sirens. I had a strange feeling that someone did something too. Deciding not to worry about it at the moment, I looked towards the jail cells along the walls of the chamber.
The team was slowly letting out thin, battered girls of several ages and various races. Some of them look like they were drugged. There were a few that look like that they may not make it through the night. I turned in anger to look at another wall and it didn't help. On the wall, there were many chains, spiked whips, regular whips, branding irons, and tubes with needles to inject weird chemicals combos. Some of the branding irons look like they were used recently and that knowledge did not make me any happier. I knew the chemistry lab setup was no longer here, but the person left some chemicals behind in his or her rush out of here. Even with those chemicals and blood tests, it would be still impossible to know every chemical that the new culprit had put into the girls. I headed forwards the fireplace when I noticed a torture table in front of it. Memories play in my head as I walked closer to the table and then I saw fresh blood. I frowned at it with my hands at my hips, wondering how someone could have time to hurt a person while there were cops outside if I was judging the blood right. Then, I saw a drop of blood red falling down in front of the fireplace to land in the blood puddle. I looked up and quickly paled by what I saw.
"Asha?" I heard Zack came up behind me.
I didn't respond, but I pointed for him to look up. He froze and gasped. Up on the wall was a sign written in blood, it said: 'Asha, this will be you.' Below it was a beyond militated female body with branding burns, slashes from a knife as well as a whip, missing body parts, and eyes that can haunt you because you can still see the fear, as well as horror in them. The body and its missing parts were scattered along the wall above the fireplace. Each piece was nailed into the wall. The heart that was on the mantle of the fireplace, however, had an Arabian knife right in the center of the heart. Engraved on the knife's handle was a Chinese dragon and above the dragon was the word 'Bergen.'
Outside sitting on the hood of my black federal mustang, I waited for the forensics team to get done with the crime scene. Most of my team left already, helping the paramedics with all the injured girls to the hospital and see if any of them have family who missed them. There were some agents left beside Zack and I. We guarded the place while the forensics team does their job. We wanted no chances after what we saw in the chamber. The rain had stopped, but the sky was still dark. With dark buildings, dimmed street lamps and cop car lights, it gave the scene a more of a darker feel. It currently matched my dark mood. Everyone was talking about the case, how the girls were doing, if the suspect is talking or not and me. Yes, me. I wasn't really paying attention to what they were saying about me. I knew it dealt with a death threat that we all saw. However, I was too stuck in my own thoughts to tell them to shut up. I heard someone sit next to me. From the corner of my eye, I know it was Zack. We sat there for a while, staring at the apartment building that we had just cleared.
"Asha, talk to me," He finally said.
"About what?" I asked. "About how my old enemy from my past, who should be dead, is back and wants me dead?"
"More than dead by the looks of that girl's body. According to the medical examiner, the fingerprints were burned away and the face way too unrecognizable thanks to all the crushed bones. Even if the medical examiner had the time, he couldn't piece back all the bones together since they are way beyond crushed," Zack explained.
"The time of death?" I asked.
"2 hours before we arrived."
Everything froze for that moment until Zack continued, "Asha, someone discovered that you are an undercover FBI agent and knew the 'Bergen Dragon.' Then they told him about you and he was here to leave you a threatening message. You are endangered now."
"I know," I replied.
"So what are you going to do?" He asked as I felt his brown eyes on me.
"Find him before he finds me," I replied.
"As an FBI agent or…."
"There is no way I am going back to that life and you know very well why," I angrily stated as I looked at him.
Zack had an expressionless look in his brown eyes. His chocolate brown skin almost made it impossible to know what expression he had on his face since it was dark out. However, he knew I was right. We couldn't afford to go back to our old identities. Especially now with our old enemy coming back from the grave and every government in the world is going to be now on high alert. If we do go back to our old identities, the new life that we build for ourselves would most likely be gone. Our old lives are a secret that only a few people knew about and we both know that it should stay that way. It is a past that we are both not proud of but were somewhat forced into. Zack sighed and rubbed a hand through his black hair that is a bit longer than FBI qualifications.
"I understand what you are saying Asha and I know the consequences as well," Zack stated. "However, I have a feeling and you probably have it too."
"That?" I asked even though I already knew the answer.
"That we may have no choice," He finished and then got up to walk away before I could reply. "Go home, Asha. Get some rest."
I signed before getting up. I got my keys out to unlock my car. I opened the door when I heard a rumble. I looked up in time to see lightning dance across the skies before thunder rumbling in the distance.
"Oh, Mother Nature, must you always make the weather people look like fools?" I rhetorically asked as I got into the car and closed the door.
Lightning flashed and a louder thunderclap followed right after it as if nature heard me and was saying 'yes.' I smiled while shaking my head in amusement before starting my car to drive home. Besides the storm going on outside, the ride home was uneventful. I was happy about that because usually I am followed by reporters. Not this time, based on what I heard on the radio before the storm knocked out the regular news broadcast. They are preparing for to ask questions of every government in every country on the topic that comes towards the Bergen Dragon's return after ten years. No one knew how or why the Bergen Dragon disappeared expect for me, Zack, and a few government agents who helped us hide our past. No one really questioned it but now the old global threat is back. Now, everyone wants answers to ten-year-old questions and new ones. Then a question of my own popped into my head: what if it is not really the Bergen Dragon but someone else who is using the name?
I frowned at the thought as I pulled into my driveway, knowing I can't call Zack due to the storm knocking the cellular signal. If the cell phone was not working as well as the remote key for the garage door, the storm was more severe than people first thought. I frowned even more because the technology used in my home always worked in any type of storm. That was I knew I had to get inside fast and prepare for the worst. I turned off my car, grabbed my stuff, turned on the flashlight, and locked the car before closing the car door. I ran to my front door as it was pouring rain with lightning and thunder. I unlocked the door and got in the house before locking the door. I put my purse and case files on the entry table and checked my alarm system. That was not working either in the storm.
"Shit," I murmured to myself.
This was not good, not good at all. Even though I never liked leave my car outside, I was not taking a chance with my life in this weather. I just hope that the storm doesn't damage it. After grabbing my purse and case files, I ran upstairs. People often wonder why a single person like me still lives in a three bedroom house after her husband passed away and then miscarried a baby. They thought that I didn't have the heart to move and can afford the place on my own. They are right but also this house was built and designed for me by the government when I was going to start a new life with my husband. There was no way I was going to bug them about moving to a smaller house when they are already busy with other things.
One bedroom was a locked office. The smaller one was going to be my baby's room but now it is locked, containing secrets and memories that I hope that I won't need to open anytime soon. I went to my office first and put away my paper case files in my small briefcase. I grabbed hiking backpack that was hidden in the corner of my office. I grabbed climbing supplies, my Machete, 6 water bottles, pepper spray, cigarette lighter, few cases of gun ammo, pack of batteries for the flashlight, weather radio, wallet, cell phone, badge, and a compass. I put them all in my backpack. I went to my laptop, turned it on, and downloaded all of my files onto a flash drive. I turned off the laptop and put my flash drive in my briefcase before locking it and putting it in my backpack. I zipped up my backpack before taking it out of my office. I usually would lock it, but I had to move fast and get into the storm shelter under the house.
I ran to my master bedroom door, unlocked it, and dropped my stuff on the bed. I started to take off my utility belt and putting it on the table near the bed. Then I undressed myself down to my undergarments and turned off my flashlight to conserve batteries. I blinked a few times to adjust to the darkness and luckily it didn't take long. I can see well in the darkness. I use a flashlight to show that I am a normal person.
I put on comfortable black running jeans, a running blue t-shirt, socks, combat boots, and my leather jacket. I grabbed a belt that has only a gun holster and my dagger in its holster before putting it on. I grabbed my gun from the cop utility belt to put in the gun holster of the belt that I was wearing. I found my pocket knife and put it in my right boot. While I was getting extra days of clothing, lightning flashed as I passed my tall mirror against the wall, allowing me to see my reflection closely. I was more muscular and a bit thinner than I should be for a woman at a height of 5'7." My black hair was in a messy ponytail. I fixed it real quick after putting clothes on the bed. As I was fixing my hair, the gold chain of my amulet became noticeable and I hid it underneath the collar of my shirt. My emerald green eyes sparkled despite the darkness, showing that I was not a normal human. I looked at my scar that started above my right eyebrow and goes down to my chin. The doctors said I was lucky that I didn't lose my eye due to the scar. To me, it was a reminder that I had enemies who managed to hurt me when I accidentally let my guard down.
After putting my clothes and flashlight in my backpack, I zipped everything up, adjust my backpack on my shoulders, and got ready to head out of my room when it got deadly silent. I froze in place and looked around to see the storm going on. I tried to keep calm since I didn't hear the thunder or my breathing. I felt myself sweat and one drop fell off of my chin. I heard it fall off and plop on the floor. That was when a blast of energy exploded, popping my bullet-proof windows. I dived towards the floor and crawled under my bed to avoid the glass. I heard thunder and heard as well felt the wild swirling wind. The lightning was blinding, making it hard to know which direction I was going in.
I began crawling to get to the other side of the bed so I can escape my bedroom. This supernatural storm, however, had other ideas. Lightning strike the floor between my bed and the bedroom door, leaving a burn mark that was unnaturally hot to the touch. Then, I felt like something was pulling me backward. I look behind me and see a gigantic sinkhole of wind forming on the floor. I started cursing in Arabic as I grabbed onto a leg of my bed as I try to hold on for dear life. I heard thunder behind me that came from the sinkhole. The suction was almost too much handle, but I did not dare to let go despite my muscles screaming in pain. Then, I saw lightning from the corner of my eye and struck the bed leg that I was holding onto. I screamed in pain before realizing that the bed leg has broken off and that I was being sucked into the sinkhole. With nothing else nearby to grab, I let the sinkhole suck me in.
I felt like I was going through a wormhole in a way. I watched as my bedroom disappeared into nothingness before I was flipped over by a gentle wind to face the bottom. I was free-falling, weightlessly with darkness below me and the walls of the wormhole looking like swirling clouds that would flash like lightning. Every few seconds I hear thunder around me with the wind gently swirling around me. I was being transported somewhere else, someplace new, and there is nothing that I can do to prevent it.
Soon, the blackness at the bottom of the hole transformed into a scenery of a room. At a faraway distance, it was hard to tell any details besides red, gray, black, and brown. As I got closer, I saw four people dressed in black clothing with each one holding a book on the outside of a red circle on the brown cement floor. I noticed that the circle was actually a summoning circle and judging by the design, it was supposed to be for something evil. Before I point out more details, I was guided down gently to land on my stomach in the middle of the circle. I was a bit surprised. I half expected a rougher landing since I did not exactly had a smooth ride.
"What is this?" I heard a demonic voice asked in shocked-frustration as I got up to wipe dirt off of me.
"What does it look like?" Another demonic voice rhetorically asked. "You summoned a human girl from somewhere instead of Prince Naberius."
I paused and looked up on when I heard that. I saw demon faces in black clothing that looked familiar to a movie that I recently watched on Netflix. However, I was not about to make any guesses until I had more clues to confirm. I would run while they argue on what went wrong but I knew better to run out of an evil summoning circle without either killing the summoners or figuring out how to get the summoning books out of their hands. It is not going to be an easy task since they were demons that I never dealt before. I really hope that my spiritual gifts can help me out.
"Hey, Uglies! Where am I?" I shouted to get their attention.
It worked since they went deadly quiet and gave me deadly glares that promised death. You think that making a demon angry would make them more powerful. It does, but I rather fight an angry demon than a calm demon. An angry demon tends to make mistakes and often show their full potential. Calm demons are scary because they do the opposite of angry demons and have better success in killing you than an angry demon. Also, calm demons are a pain to get rid of since you never know what they are going to do next.
"Let's kill her and then continue this conversation," said the only female demon in the room as she started to walk to me.
"You will soon discover that I am not easy prey," I stated as I concreted on forming a spiritual weapon in both of my hands.
She froze when she saw white light forming around and in my hands. Perfect, I thought when I realized she was in throwing distance range for me. I threw a diamond shaped dagger made from my spiritual energy right at her heart. She screamed in agony and then descended as ball of fire towards the ground. I realized what world I was in after what I just witness. If I was correct, I should be in the fictional world of "I, Frankenstein."
Before I get a moment to let the discovery set in, the two of the three demons came running towards me since I have descended one of their own. The third demon dropped his summoning book to go get help and tell that a human descended a demon with something other than a sacramental weapon that the Gargoyle Order uses. I got rid of the two demons, one by one almost with little difficulty. I was breathing a little hard by the time I was done since I am a bit out of shape with the spiritual fighting. However, I had to get out of whatever I am and hope to find the Gargoyles' home, if I am in the world of "I, Frankenstein," before more demons came. First, I have to take the books away from the demons to prevent them from summoning Naberius or anything else. I grabbed three of the four books which were a golden color and put them in my backpack. I went to get the last one which was a brownish-red and was given a shock when I tried to put it up.
"Ow, I guess you're evil to the core," I sighed and then frowned, "and I have nothing on me to keep you at bay."
I hated leaving it behind, but I had no other choice at the moment. I took off my leather jacket and wrapped it around the book. Ignoring the shocks and the burning pain to the best of my abilities, I hid it along with my leather jacket in a dark corner where no one, including a demon, can find it without my help. I zipped up my backpack and adjust it on my shoulders. I couldn't do anything about the summoning circle either without the proper materials to purify it. Even though it failed to summon evil things, it is still a symbol of evil and possibly could cause hectic if not treated properly. Taking a deep breath to focus myself, I walked out of the room to check to see if the hallway was cleared. I heard footsteps coming from the right and knew that I was running out of time. I noticed an exit sign to the left and dashed towards it to a staircase. I saw my exit on the first flight of stairs and took it. I was in an alleyway and saw a fire escape on the side of the building's wall that was across from me. I ran towards, jump up to grab the ladder and started climbing up the fire escape. Once I got on the roof, I looked in all directions in hope to see if the cathedral that the gargoyles called home was nearby or I would be dead meat, judging by the growls and shouting of the demons below. Then I saw it, standing in all its glory, 10 blocks south from where I was. I heard footsteps climbing the fire escape. I bolted towards the end of the rooftop.
"Stop there, human!" shouted a demon that finally reached the top.
Without slowing down, I jumped from the rooftop onto another. It was easy since the rooftops are close together. I knew I was going to have problems when I reach a block that had a street between them. Luckily, I don't have to worry about it until I was two blocks away from the cathedral. The other blocks had some sort of bridge that I can use to cross the distance in between. So my main concern were the demons gaining on my tail. One demon tried to grab my ponytail. Instead, their finger got stuck on my hair tie, causing it to snap and make my hair fall down to my mid-back. Luckily, I am used to my hair being in the way whenever I was running. The demon, on the other hand, fell clumsily to the ground when he tripped over a loose brick. I would have laughed if I wasn't running for my life.
Mother Nature, if you can hear me, please, help me, I said in my thoughts as I was crossing a small metal wire bridge between buildings.
To my relief, Mother Nature answered my call. The moonlighted sky was soon covered with dark clouds, thunder rolled while small lightning flashed across the clouds. I saw the people on the streets look up at the sky in confusion. They left in a hurry when it began to rain hard. If I was normal, I wouldn't be able to see in the down pour rain. Since I wasn't, I knew which direction I was going. Lightning bolts went behind me and judging by the screams, I knew they were hitting demons. I didn't dare to look back to see if they were being descended as well. I kept moving as fast as I can without being careless of where I stepped. I was becoming exhausted and I still have five blocks to go. It had been a long time since I ran like this, 10 years to be exact. I cursed at myself for not keeping some of my strict training. Then again, I thought most of my enemies were dead. All of a sudden, I felt new energy filling my now no longer exhausted body. I was a bit confused for a minute.
Then a familiar motherly voice said, "Run, my daughter. We will help you and protect you as we always have."
I nearly choked on tears. For a long time now, I have believed in animal spirit guides since they helped me many times in the past. The voice belonged to my spirit animal, the Great White Mother Wolf, White Mother for short. I did not know how she got here or how she found me since I didn't know if spirits can travel between worlds, but I am secretly glad to hear her voice. I heard ghostly howls and then more screams as demons were descended from this world into Hell by wolf spirits. I knew this when I saw it happen on a reflective metal object. All of this was hidden thanks to the storm. So I didn't have to worry about someone calling the police. I saw my first street gap without a bridge. That problem was solved when a lightning hit the chimney of the building, causing the chimney to fall. I jumped on it and cross it as it was beginning to fall. As soon as I was able to, I jumped and grabbed onto a window ledge of the building that was right across the street. I was about to climb up the side of the building when I saw a few gargoyles fly above me, not noticing me, towards the demon horde to descend them. I was both happy and afraid when I saw them. Happy because I know that maybe, just maybe, they can help me. Afraid because they would probably think that I was a demon too and attack me without question. So instead of climbing up, I decided to climb down and ran through the streets. The cathedral was in sight when I heard someone following me. There is only one person, who is on the gargoyles' side that would follow me on foot.
"It's Adam," I heard White Mother say to confirm my suspicions.
What should I do? I asked in my thoughts.
"Keep running. He thinks that you're a demon and will kill you without a second thought. Once you reached the cathedral, start climbing it until you reached the open window. Then, after giving Terra your backpack and telling her what to do with it, run until you reach the room near the front entrance. You will know where it is by following a ghostly trail."
I knew better than to question her. Once I got close to the cathedral, I saw the open window that she was talking about. I began climbing with Adam close on my tail. He must have realized where I was going because he shouted, "Terra! Close the window!"
It was too late though. I went through the opening of the window, just as she was 10 feet away from it. She froze where she was and fear was about to grab hold of her. She must think that I am a demon about to kill her and she probably has nothing on her to defend herself. If I was her, I would something on me at all times. Then again, last time a demon was able to get into the cathedral's walls was when all the gargoyles were distracted and took Leonore instead of Adam. I quickly put my hands up in the air in surrender.
"I am not going to hurt you, Terra," I said as calmly as I can even though I shocked her when I said her name. "I am going to give you my backpack. Can you please give it to Leonore? There are books in it that she may want to see. Tell her that demons had them and summoned me, a unique human girl named Asha, who means the gargoyles, as well as you and Adam no harm."
She looked me with curiosity and confusion as I gave her my backpack. She took my backpack, cautiously since it was a bit heavy for her. Before she could ask about me, Adam came through the window. His eyes holding anger and frustration. He began to charge at me as I began running out of the room through the open door.
"Adam, wait! She's human!" I can tell that Terra's desperate cry fell on deaf ears since Adam is chasing me without a single pause.
Following a ghostly trial that only I could see, I ran through the hallways ducking under or jumping over gargoyles in their human form as they try to tackle me or attack me with their weapons. I didn't want to hurt any of them because I would get hurt more than they would and it wouldn't help me with my problem. I thought I recognized a few faces, whose I swore in the movie, have ascended from this world. Saving that question for way later, I continue to follow the ghostly trail to my right. I realized where I was. I was out in the open hallway and if I looked over the railing, I would be above the floor of the room near the front entrance. When I was halfway through the hallway, gargoyles blocked the stairwell at the end of the hallway. I didn't stop because I knew Adam and more gargoyles were right behind me. Luckily for me, I saw a curtain hanging on one of the pillars on the side, leading down to the floor. I climbed on the railing and grabbed the curtain to slide myself down. I swung myself to land in the middle of the floor on my feet.
"Human girl, stop right there!" ordered a demonic voice.
I looked up to see the gargoyles and Adam looking at me in shock. Knowing they are going to stay hidden while the scene plays out, I turned slowly to the entrance door where seven demons were. I would like to know how they got in here, but I knew better than to ask that. I can only guess that I have distracted the gargoyles too much.
"You know," I started "I do have a name."
"We are not interested in that," the demon in the middle bitterly said. "Where are the books?"
"I don't know," I shrugged. "Why don't you check with your pals that have summoned me?"
"Stop playing games," the demon on the far left angrily said, "We know that you, a human weakling, descended them."
"And without a sacramental weapon from the Gargoyle Order, which is impossible," the demon next him said.
"Actually, quite possible in my world. I did not know, however if it would work here or not," I stated nonchalantly.
"Enough games! Where are the books?" The demon in the middle ordered again.
"Gone by now," I answered.
"You foolish human, do you know what those books mean to us?" He angrily asked.
"Yeah, you were trying to figure out how to summon Naberius back from Hell. However, you got me instead by using an incorrect spell," I answered as I took out my dagger, "Now, tell me, what do you know of humans, who have spiritual gifts?"
They looked at me in shock before one of them shakily replied, "You mean like mediums? But mediums can only get rid of us as demonic spirits, not in the flesh of a soulless human body."
"Sort of. What I am is a bit more," I paused as I made my hand glow to transfer white spiritual energy into my dagger, "complex."
They took a step back in fear but were ready to fight since they knew that gargoyles are probably waiting for them, both inside and outside.
I continued as I brought up my dagger to be near my face "And as I discover today, I can descend you."
I threw my now glowing dagger at the demon in the middle. Before he had time to react, it hit him in the head. As he screamed while descending, the other demons started running towards the door. I ran after them. The door seemed to refuse to open for them. I slightly smiled, knowing something of great spiritual power was behind it. So they turned around, ready to attack me. I saw the bar above them. I jumped as they made a swipe at me. I grabbed the bar and swung myself backward. When I reached the top, I switched sides. I came down, completing a circle, kicking only three of the remaining six demons into the open room. I landed on my feet when I let go of the bar. I was about 10 feet away from each group of demons. My hands glowed as I readied for any attack they would make. I didn't want to use my gun and limited number of bullets on them. I saw a glimmer in the corner of my eye and ducked as a dagger went past me towards the one of the demons behind me. Judging by the heat, the demon was descended immediately when the dagger hit him without one single scream. I can guess that the dagger had the cross of the Gargoyle Order on it.
That dagger broke some sort of spell though. The remaining demons all ran towards me. It left the demons open to attack by the Gargoyles, who decided to come help. Well, at least a few of them. Two gargoyles, who I recognize as Ophir and Keziah even in their stone forms, flew down and descending two demons. I jumped over one of the demons as they got close, causing them to collide with each other. When I landed, I grabbed my pocket knife, transferred spiritual energy into it, and stabbed a hidden demon to my right as Adam came down and got rid of the three remaining demons that were stuck to each from the collision. Ophir and Keziah transformed back to their human forms when they landed. Adam, Ophir, and Keziah turned to look at me with mixed emotions. The emotions that they were mainly showing are curiosity, confusion, and consideration.
I took out my gun and put it on the floor along with my pocket knife before slowly backing away from my weapons. Then, I put my hands up in surrender and slowly got up. I walked slowly to be more out in the open before stopping. In the crowd of the gargoyles, I saw that Leonore had joined them. She had one of the books that I brought in her hands and had a familiar look of mixed emotions herself. Beside her, Terra was holding onto my backpack which was slightly open. Before I could say anything, Leonore's eyes open wide in fear and began to say, "Gideon, don't…"
Something hit me on the top of my head and I was quickly plunged into darkness.
