A demoness awakens X
Disclaim: The charas are not mine, they belong to Kim Harrison and her Hollow series. This is part ten of my fic.
WARNING: Spoilers from "Black magic santion"
Pairing: Rachel / Al
Charas: Rachel / Ivy / Al / Dali
Summary: Al had been killed by Ivy and Rachel is out for her blood. She has lost herself to her inner demoness which wasn't taking the dead of her mate very well. We're going to see the kill from Al's point off view, and Dali is in for the story too.
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A demoness awakens X: A seers power
"Rachel... ." The black haired woman was slowly begining to fell into panic.
"She freed you of that demon!" The pixy exclaimed.
"I didn't wanted to be free of him or I would have killed him on my own. I don't need a vampires help for it."
I draw more and more of the line into me, filling every cell with it. Ivy took a step back and draw my attention back to her. She was not going to run away from my wrath, I threw a ball of ever after right into her middle. She was lifted off the ground and sent back into the kitchen, missing the cupboard at arms lenght, this had to be at least 6 meters.
I grinned like the devil turned flesh.
The pixy got into my face and tried to reason with me, but this was the last thing I wanted to do now.
"She killed my mate, she killed what was mine, she dared to lay hands on me. It's not your fault, so don't stand between me and my prey. Get your family and bring as much distance between them and me as you can." I said in a voice what might be able to freeze hell over or melt sand. I was focusing on him, and he flew back a few feet suddenly dusting in a worried yellow.
"Hell Rachel dim your aura, this is freaking uncomfortable." Ivy was getting to her feet.
"Fight me if you dare to." I liked my lips and sent a new impulse her way, she rolled to the side and the wall got blasted into the garden. Jenks cried in worry and was gone for his kids, making sure no one was killed. Somehow I didn't cared, I wanted reparations.
Ivy vanished behind the island corner.
"Rachel come back to yourself."
"Back to myself? Funny little vampireness, you destroyed that. I let the witchlife interfere with my demonlife, and now look at Algaliarept. See what my weak heart has done to him."
Hatred seemed to be seeping from my lips, hatred for Ivy, and hatred for myself.
"He is the demon who almost killed you, a lot of times."
"So what's the problem, you almost killed me before, remember Kistens van?" I licked my lips as her pain ran trough my mind and left a good taste there. It was the incident I allowed her to drink my blood for the first time, she was confusing blood with lust, and as she wanted to have sex with me I said no, she vamped on me and almost drained me dry.
I felt a drop in the line and a displacement of air, someone jumped into my church. I didn't even blink.
It could have been Pierce or some nasty little demon, it was without importance. Beyond caring I would make sure no one interrupted me, I pointed my finger at Ivy, and draw a quatrant: "duae mundis coires me et mea sacre sumum!"
I willed the lines energy to follow my gesture, etching a whole circle into the ground, big enough for me and Ivy with both of us right at the ends.
I touched my big toe to the new circle and said: "Rhombus!"
Black ever after surrounded us. I knew there were gas pipes and power supplies crossing the circle, it would not hold a demon.
Neither in nor out, I was pretty sure even Pierce could break the circle, but it was an explicit sign not to interfere. Maybe it would be broad enough to make even a demon wait for my attention, rather than barging in.
Ivy got serious all of a sudden.
"What the hell are you doing?"
"Making sure this is a one on one my dear Ivy Alisha Tamwood." I hissed almost pleasant.
She lost even more color and grabed my splat gun and raised it to my face. My lips formed a snarl.
"Idiot!" The vampire squeezed the trigger. I evaded down to the floor and collected ley line energy around me, darkness seemed to rose from my skin. It would not protect me against the sleep time potions, but it would mess up Ivys aim.
- Al -
A snap of bone catched my attention. It wasn't mine, and it wasn't Ivys either. The little mans bones were to fine to make that much of a sound.
I evaded Ivys sloppy attack for the uptenthed time, playing her hard with the face of her former master on me. Her fear and fury tasted so good I wanted to play with her more, much more.
I sensed a dull pain in my hand, and this was the second were the game wasn't funny anymore, because this was not my own pain and the only person which emotions, thoughts and senses were influencing me this much were Rachel's, my mate's.
What had the vampire done to her, I changes back to myself, threw a black charm at Ivy that almost hit Rachel, my eyes locked with hers and worry seeped through me.
I took at her broken hand, her almost ruined thumb.
'Idiot, excuse for a student.' She would need that to do line work, I was neither planing on giving her two months off her studies, nor taking her to a hospital. Letting human or even worse, witch doctors messing with my mate was not on my todo list. She would have to take a demoncurse to cure herself.
Surely it would be a bitch to make her, I knew how she was then it came to using one of those little handy things. Why was she collecting darkness on her soul to save her friends, but not for her own benefit was beyond me.
Rachel was always whinging about the higher arts of twisting demon curses, but now she was in for some serious studies. The worlds would collide before I would allow other demons to make my mate into an item of tattle.
If she had been to my kitchen more than once a week, I could have teached her the curse to get rid of charmed silver. Leaving her this defenceless in daylight hours where I couldn't reach her without the propper curse to travel the lines while the sun was up, wasn't suiting me well. And that damn curse was EXPENSIVE. It made me feel helpless, and I hated that.
Annoyance and disgusted flowed through me as I thought about the direction in which my mind was running, Algaliarept the great demon of old was turning into a pussy-wiped idiot.
I heard the crack of wood behind me, damn it, I had forgotten all about the living vampire. Not only pussy-wiped but also turning sloppy! I was embarrassed by myself. I reached for the line, since I knew I would be to slow to evade whatever was coming my way.
Pain erupted inside my chest, I lost the focus on the line. The pain got worse and stoped almost right away, I knew I had been dealed a fatal wound.
'Great, just fucking great, Al, you demon stultissimus'
Killed by a freaking living vampire, what was next, turning myself into a pond of phlegm while using a standard shifting curse?
I droped to the floor, while my vision was slowly zooming to a single point surrounded by darkness. A pulse of line surged through me and was answered with a slight purring.
Now everything what was left for me to do, was waiting, waiting until the resurrection curse was triggered.
- Dali -
I was sitting on a bench in my conservatory watching my makeshift moon turning full in his circle. But as usually it wasn't the same as the real moon. I missed him, as well as the sun and the stars. Astrology just wasn't the same anymore. Today was Sunday, my day off, so no one was bothering me, which made my almost cheerful. At least no idiots brawling about some nonsense.
Yesterday I received a public announcement about Newt and a big party at the sealed palace. I hadn't been in the palace for ages and I wasn't sure if I ever wanted to enter that place again. It was still a sore point on my pride, good thing that Newt didn't remember it anymore and none of the other demons were involved enough in the incident to know more than gossip. Flubdub was only about the high and mighty, and since I had only been an star-monger I took no part in it.
This was not a very good spot for my thoughts to stroll to, I was bound to find some sort of disport. I could play with my new familiar, a covens witch named Brooke or I could go to the demonmall and spent some money, maybe even visiting the house of lust.
I pulled my amulett free of my shirt and watched the silver surface sparkle in the moons light, a disconnecting pull went through me, right to my core.
I was sitting upright in a blink of an eye.
"What the hell." I touched my awareness to a ley line, receiving a slow purring.
"Fantastic, so much for disport and free time, work is calling. Lets see which idiot got himself killed this time."
I snapped my fingers and catched my special astronomic mirror out of thin air, I laid it next to me on the bench, circling the etched glyths like a long missed lover.
My legs were aligned in a tailors seat, while closing my eyes I willed the line to take my mind with its purring. My fingers found the symboles to access the seers state on their own.
I braced myself for the moment the realities would hit me, it was always breath taking, direct access to the fabric of the worlds was something special even for a demon.
Nausea took me in and two silhouettes were appearing in front of my bodyless mind.
One had black short hair and an aura of worry, the other was furious and seeping darkness all over the place. It was the one with the red mane which messed up my vision
But nevertheless I knew she was kin, and since it felt unexperienced it could only be Rachel Marianna Morgan, the female born from the witches.
If it had been Newt there, we would be in for… well it was better not to even think about that. I have seen Newt losing it once, and even in a vision I was not up for it again.
Rachel was the one freshly mated to Al. Well, that made Algaliarept our dead demon.
It only needed the thought about him to realign my viewing angle, showing me his usually form laying in his own blood.
'Messy kill,' I thought and willed my mind to bare witness to his murder.
The scene currently happening was replaced by a swirl and interception of colors, slowly reforming themself in a picture of black and white.
Al had taken the form of one of his playthings, if my memory was working correctly he was named Piscary something. Well, that something came with 10 additional names, and I would bet good money that I had them in some folder at the office. He was registered as vampire and had been into the information trade. He was also noted as dead, killed by some girl called Skimmer.
The young woman fighting Al, was doing so with a ... was that a lamp ... the picture got more explicit, to show me what she was using to combat him with and yes my guess was right. I saw the redhead trapped in silver and breaking her own finger, with help of the living vampire. She was trying to get rid of chain, binding her abilities to reach a line.
Why the hell was she this side of the lines, she belonged with Al until she was teaches properly. The pain seeped through their bond to Al and he got pretty distracted.
The vampire broke the lamps pole, which reminded the demon of her presence but it was by far to late. Pain stroked through me as I saw how she killed him, a clean strike through the heart. If I had been there I would be clapping my hands, that kill was like a piece of art and luck, but killing a demon was a serious crime, it would get her hunted down from the ever after. Unless his mate would claim the right to do it herself, and by the looks of it she wasn't in for a bargain with the courts.
Not that I would bereave her of her rightful revenge, I was old, bored and tired, not insane and stupid. I willed my mind back to the presents, checking up how Rachel was doing.
I saw her blasting the wall of the church, missing the living vampir on purpose, playing with her prey.
Memories of Al visiting me for some cake came to my mind.
"Never killed anyone, who didn't asked her to. She has a big problem with the killing and slavering part..."
That reminded me of a far younger Newt, she wasn't as green and innocent as the witchlady but she was a lot less, well, erratic.
I formed the glyphs to pick one of the possible futures. What if given demoness was about to sense Al's passing and jumps to trigger the resurrection curse herself.
Colors swirled and this time the vision was all dark red and white. Bad choise Dali, Bad choise.
The island corner of Rachel kitchen was missing, as well as an entire wall. The vampire was nowhere to be seen, probably death. Newt was next to Al's body and grinned at Rachel.
"Nice thing, you got him killed sooner than myself, thank you Rachel dear"
The other female was growling at her.
"Leave him alone?"
"What would you do if I don't?" Our lady asked with a smirk and summoned her staff.
"Well, then I will kill you next." Rqchel answered with a smirk of her own, while she collected darkness like a weapon.
"To young, by far to young love"
Rachel bared her teeth and unleashed a rippon of darkness, she wasn't playing anymore since she was aming directly for Newt. The other female evaded the attack what swallowed the place she had been standing on.
This was bad, really bad, I willed myself back to the presents not wanting to witness this fight further.
One future down.
I chosed the next, the one where she would kill Ivy and would never know Al could be resurrected.
I cried aloud as chaos embraced me, everything was grey and intercepted by broken glass, nothing seemed to make sense. The air tasted like ash and the church was empty, burned down. The neighborhood looked the same, as far as my eyes were able to take in the surroundings, nothing was alive anymore.
I gulped hard, it looked like a mirror of the ever after, and together with the alieness of the vision I came to the conclusion that this would cause our second female to go insane too.
Hasty I released that thread and went on to the next.
This time she killed the vampire and got Al back afterwards. The vision was grey, blue and a bit adorned with broken glass. Some parts were making sense, others not. She was sitting in his bedroom, starring at his fake window, and still wearing his bedsheet.
Al misted into existence right next to her.
"Rachel." She turned around and looked at him, her eyes were full of tears but otherwise death.
"I killed her...", she said, voice as lifeless as her eyes.
"I'm sorry for getting distracted." He sat next to her and gave a bottle of dark stone to Rachel.
"What's this?"
"Shifting curse, we can't let you run around maimed."
"I killed Ivy, I deserve all pain I'm able to survive."
"She killed me!"
"It doesn't matter, I lost controll. I leveled the church... maybe Jenks and his family are also..." She couldn't finish the sentence and Al embraced her in his arms, kissing her forehead.
"Everything is going to be fine"
"FINE, you call that fine." Rachel growled and her eyes flashed black in instinct driven anger. Again the darkness surrounded her like an infection.
"Nothing is ever going to be fine again." She got up from the bed and the edges of broken glass increased in their numbers. That idiot was breaking apart the remains of her sanity.
Two futures ending with Rachel insane one with her and Newt fighting, which was equal to a dead-sentence. I extracted myself of those futures and returned to the now.
Ivy was backing behind the island corner and trying to talk sense into the witchlady, but everything she got out of her was a good laugh.
I sighed, this was going to be a close call. I had to jump and finish the curse before Rachel killed Ivy, and the only person with enough influence on her was her dead mate. Failure would led to our doom, almost for sure. Slowly my thoughts left the warping of space and time, returning to my body. My fingers left the mirror and I returned it to its proper place.
I got up from the bench, pursing my lips. Why wait the 6 days remaining until the full moon to bear the astrologer robe again? Why not doing it right away, it was going to be revealed anyway, and no one knew if we would be still alive by then.
Dying as a coward in hidding was not an option either.
A grin shifted over my lips and with a snap of my fingers I was wearing the white dress with the red and black plaid plus the additional magical sigels of my order.
That I was the only remaining member of the order de tempi made no difference.
With a sigh I jumped to Al's bedroom, calk in hand I draw a special circle on his closet and reached trough it. Extracting a shining bottle of golden light, the second part to trigger a resurrection curse was the aura of the death person. Nice to know Al had made that curse right after getting his kitchen back.
I closed my eyes tapped a line and jumped to the other side of reality.
Hi there, I hope you will forgive me for killing Al. Demons are demons and there is a big big arsenal of curses. So I added a few^^
I liked the idea about Dali, I hope he is not to much OOC.
I put in some latin this time, but I don't know much about that language, so please don't kill me.
"duae mundis coires me et mea sacre sumum" -
"two worlds becoming one, surround me and my victim"
It draws a circle onto the earth, which can be envoked.
"demon stultissimus"
comes from "homo stultissimus" which means dipshit, but since it's a demon using it, I replaced "homo" with "demon"