What Should Never Be Known Chapter 1
The library was filled with orange light. Candles with layer upon layer of white wax flickered in time, dancing to some unknown, unheard rhythm only they could hear. The books, the cob webs, and even the dusty tables seemed to shine with the same orange hue as the candles' flames. Everything matched, except a pair of bright blue eyes. These eyes were busily scanning book after book for something the mortal world had long forgotten. An ancient ritual to awaken a God.
Astaroth had been searching through the decaying library for months poring over every volume on its shelves in the hopes that the supposedly "lost" book he was looking for had ended up here. He was impatiently turning the pages over in a particularly decrepit, difficult to read latin book when his eyes met the one word he was looking for, Ares. In that moment his once blue eyes blackened and he grinned. "So it seems we shall meet after all, God of war." With that he snapped the book shut and tucking it under his slender arm headed out of the library, for the last time.
The blue eyed demon Astaroth, looked more elfin than evil. He was tall, and slender, slightly tanned with long blond hair that almost always lay perfectly kept, tied behind his back. And as he walked down the narrow streets of London, many girls turned their heads, taken aback by his handsome appearance.
He walked a few blocks and turned into a grungy looking alley. At the very end was a door that looked as though it hadn't been opened for years. He knocked three times and waited. Footsteps sounded and a hoarse voice asked, "State your business." Astaroth replied, "I've found the key to Ares, and raising Lucifer from the cage." Almost instantly the door was flung open and a scruffy man of about fifty with black eyes ushered the young man into the building. "Astaroth! I cannot believe that you actually found it!" the old man said excitedly as he led him deep into the building through numerous twisting hallways. "I told you I would Porter, and when have you ever known me to lie?" Porter laughed. "Ah me boy you were always a funny one, never doubted you'd get it me self but I guess- I guess I just expected it'd take you a few hundred years to do it." Astaroth chuckled at his guide's statement. "Well I do pride myself on promptness, so really I'm not terribly surprised it only took a month to find." Porter nodded in acknowledgement and led Astaroth into what appeared to be a large study.
Once in the study Astaroth set the book he had been carrying out on the table and flipped it open to the desired page. Porter put on a pair of glasses and looked closely at the page, jotting notes on a pad as he went. "Well me boy, looks like we need to go to Sparta."
The pair went quickly to the airport and boarded a flight to Greece. They were heading to the modern day version of Sparta, the city of Sparti. They were headed there to find the one woman in the world who could contact Ares the God of war, his high priestess. According to what Porter translated from the book, the priestesses of Ares would always dwell in Sparta. There would only be one per generation, and she alone would be able to make a psychic link with the God. Astaroth and Porter both hoped that in contacting Ares they could get him to spring Lucifer from the cage, and restart the Apocalypse. After all the Apocalypse is a massive war, and according to lore there is nothing Ares enjoys more than a good, long, bloody war. Lore also put the power to drag even the Devil out of hell square in Ares hands. He was one of the Greek Gods, God's second creations, his first attempt at mankind. Astaroth laughed at the thought. The angels and humans had so much pride in God's perfection that they refused to believe he made a mistake. He had created the "gods" in his own image but had given them too much of his own power. He recognized that pretty early on when they started attacking each other and causing ice-age-creating-end-of-the-world kind of chaos. So after making about 25 or so of them he stopped, gave them their own realm (Olympus if you go by the Greeks) off in some other dimension and proceeded to get to work on his wonderfully powerless humans.
After that most of the stories the Greeks tell about these Gods are pretty accurate (although they should also be taken with more than a grain of thought. Those ancients were such suckers for exaggeration). And after most of the humans who worshipped them died off these ancient beings either went back into Olympus, or settled somewhere across the globe, living their never ending lives to their heart's desire.
The flight touched down and the two men set off to search for the priestess of Ares. According to the book, once in Sparta the priestess can be summoned by drawing specific symbols onto a surface using a paste made of Spartan soil and blood from the summoner. In their motel room, Astaroth and Porter began the ritual. Astaroth cut his palm with a knife and let the blood flow into a blow filled with soil. He then mixed it and wrote out the symbols on the floor. When he finished he said out loud, "Oh, honored priestess of Ares, I command and summon you to appear before me." and repeated it until there was suddenly a knock on the door.
Porter went over and cautiously opened it. A woman with tan skin, dark hair, and fiercely green eyes looked him over. "Well well well. No one has summoned me, or any of my predecessors in a long time. What can I do for you. My name is Helena, and I am the current priestess of Ares." Porter checked her out, and grinned over his shoulder at Astaroth. "Looks like we found our girlie, Astaroth."
Porter stepped aside and gestured for Helena to come into the room. "Miss Helena is it. Well my name is-" She cut Porter off, "I know who you are Porter, a very old demon, and the constant companion to Astaroth, prince of Hell." As Helena said Astaroth's title she looked him dead in the eye, smiling. "And I know what you boys want, and the answer is yes. I can communicate with Ares, he does have the power to free Lucifer, and I want this war to happen, it will bring Ares back into glory. So I will help you."