El sent waves of calm through her hand and into the Demogorgan, never had she tried to do this to such an extreme degree much less on a creature that could rip a mere human apart in seconds and go toe to toe with Leviathan. She had used that power to help calm people down when they nervous, like Dustin for example when he went on one of his "oh my god" rants.
The creature itself immediately tensed up, El started to regret placing her hand on its leather like hide, would it attack her? Her other hand twitched in reflex to the thought.
Slowly the demogorgan turned its head to regard her, the thing had no eyes but El could tell it was looking at her, it was discomforting to say the least but she maintained eye contact with it, sending her intensions through more waves of energy.
Tentatively, she removed her hand, still not knowing whether or not the creature before her was going to attack her, if it did, it most likely would kill her, powers or not she was too close to it. The demogorgan gave a whimper as it lay down next to its young. One of them had uncurled from its ball and looked at her letting out a small resonating hum before returning to its ball. Unconcerned with her presence.
El carefully climbed back out of the whole and to her horror the Leviathan's limbs had started to reattach themselves, in a blind panic she ran over to the body and grabbing its leg she began to drag it towards the mound, only its head remained separate. Black blood trailed along the ground from where the neck was separated from the head.
She heaved it into the cave like dwelling of the creatures and left it by the demogorgans feet, the nine young demogorgans were now alert and moved in to devour the corpse, El turned and sat at the entrance to the mound with her back to the entrance, the sound of flesh being ripped from bone was clear as day as the young feasted.
The mature and much larger Demogorgan, slowly walked up behind her, its shadow was cast over her body and El slowly turned to face it, it let out its own resonating hum as it came to a stop to regard her. Its head lowered to look at her.
Human and Monster.
Enemy and Ally.
El and The Demogorgan.
From that moment something dynamic had changed, once both would have been trying to kill each other and now here she sat, the monster behind her and yet she did not fear for her safety, no, she felt a calmness in the air, even if it was the air of the Upside down.
The Darkzone, Purgatory.
She sat there for some time, watching the offspring of the demogorgan, once in awhile they would shift position without uncurling from their ball. The adult demogorgan wandered in the vicinity close to the mound of earth. Prowling.
But it was time for her to leave the toxic environment, her energies had been replenished and she stood near a large tree fairly close to the mound of earth. Her hand was stretched forth as the ground began to shake with deep rumbles of thunder as she forced the portal back to the normal world open, her brows furrowed deep in concentration and with a final push of psychokinetic energy the gate opened, disgusting and slimy. Blood gushed from her nose due to the effort.
Nearby the demogorgan growled lightly upon sensing the blood in its midst, El turned her head to look at the demogorgan as it wandered up to her. She wondered if it could understand her?
"I'll be back" She said simply.
The demogorgan cocked its head and to her immense surprise it nodded slightly, did it really just do that? Could it really comprehend the meaning behind her words?
She smiled at the monster in front of her, her plan was coming to fruition. She turned back to the gate and crawled through it and before she knew it she was back in the real world. The gate slowly closed behind her.
She found herself several miles away from Hawkins. Not far off considering, hopefully she would be able to open the gates she needed closer to Hawkins and to that location in the upside-down.
She shivered as she walked back, the air was particularly bitter that time of year, she was confident in her plan, now that stage one was now complete, although originally she was going to dominate its mind with her powers, force it to her will but it turned out that was no longer needed.
She entered her quiet house, evermore so due to the missing presence of Mike, at one point things had been going so well for them, they lived together, they both had a job. Mike ironically had been working at the Hawkins National Lab, the department of energy had long since abandoned the place and now was run by the department of genetics and biology. Most of the work being undertaken was to do with gene manipulation of crops. According to Mike they were close to a breakthrough, El worked as a teaching assistant at Hawkins Middle School, her life experience helping greatly in such a role, helping several children with mental hindrances and barriers. It was a good life until now
She sat with the tome that she stole from the Library, leather bound and she could sense it was a very old book, older than America itself. The withered man in black called it a blasted Book and she could see why as she skimmed the pages, apart from the information on Hell and its even more limited information of Purgatory there were spells, rituals and more information on stealing souls, using them to enhance one's self.
At the end of the book, there was a hastily scrawled bit of writing that made no sense to her even though it was written in English, regardless of the fact she couldn't understand it, it still sent a a chill down her spine.
"God help us if the 66 seals are broken, lest the serpent be released from the cage"
She closed the book gently, she headed to bed, completely wiped out from the last couple of weeks. She was going to save Mike and now she nearly had half the means to do so.
HELL
Alastair stood outside a pair of double doors, he gulped slightly as he looked at the being in front of him.
"Alastair, please tell me you have good news for me, you are afterall Hell's best torturer"
Alastair smiled slightly at his own self-proclaimed title.
"Mr Wheeler is proving very resilient, I have had to come up with brand new methods of torture both physical and psychological, for the last ten years I have been trying to make him believe he was being tortured by his whore"
The being turned round to look at Alastair, his yellow eyes stood out brightly in the dim corridor of Hell.
"Then it will be all the more sweeter when he finally succumbs to your methods, I'm still looking for Lilith, unfortunately she is in the deepest pits of Hell, even I am having trouble reaching her"
Alastair fingered his razor, it was still covered in Mikes blood.
"and the cage?"
"Still inaccessible" Yellows eyes said.
"I never knew it would be so hard to break a righteous man" Alastair said as he peered through the small windows on the double doors to the current occupant on the rack.
"Break him now, before those pigeons decide to put a stop to this"
Alastair nodded and strode through the double doors, yellow-eyes stood as the screaming started once again, he walked off whistling a tune. The most anyone had lasted before giving in to the torture was thirteen years in Hell, this boy had lasted for sixty years so far.