A demoness awakens XI
Disclaim: The charas are not mine, they belong to Kim Harrison and her Hollow series. This is part eleven of my fic.
WARNING: Spoilers from "Black magic santion"
Pairing: Rachel / Al
Charas: Al / Dali / Newt / Rachel / and an ugly face
Summary: Dali is bringing Al back to live. Newt witness a part of Rachel going postal and trys to call a lazy demon on his day off, gets a don't disrupt sign and went hunting. Rachel don't like Dali messing with her dead mate much. Worse comes to worse.
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A demoness awakens XI: And for a few demons more, the second
- Dali -
As soon as I misted into existence the dark presence of the furious female enclosed me, making it hard to breath. I sensed her awareness skipping over my skin and braced myself for an attack, which to my delightment never came.
I bent down next to Algaliarept and touched his cooling skin. Rachel invoked a circling spell, which brought me to the question who the hell teached it to her.
"Oh shit...," I whispered, as the signs were falling into place. She was seeping darkness and uttering spells she didn't even knew existed, she has tapped into the demondatabase.
If her subconscious would find the more lethal ones we were going to be toast.
Rachel closed the circle and it was a compromised one, but nevertheless a clear sign not to interfer with her. Not that I ever intended to do that, she wouldn't listen to me anyway, and I had better things to do than wasting my time.
I returned to my mission, and draw Al onto my knees, opening his mouth and making him swallow his aura. My hand came to rest on his torso right over his injury.
Fingers finding the old spells gestures with ease, while my mind became one with the lines. The only thing I could do about Rachel, was hoping that she was more concerned about killing the vampire than about a demon in her living room next to her death mate.
If she would kill me now, Al and myself would be gone for good.
My subconscious tapped into the demondatabase, while my will pressed the ley line energy together with the parsed data into his body. I felt the wound closing up and severed the connection immediately.
His heart was healed, what was left now, was to collect his soul out of the lines and binding it back to his body.
I raised the remaining bottle of aura to my own lips, taking his essence into my body, making myself the communication medium of that spell. My own aura drained from me, spilling myself together with Al's all over the continent. It was like a fire, every demon and probably a lot of ley line witches and elven would by able to sense. Slowly, oh so slowly his pieces found each other, mingled togehter under the protection bubble of my will.
I felt a change in the lines flux, disharmony spreading and wind that smelled like ever after, someone had jumped right next to me, and it was a demon. As long as the spell lasted I was easy prey, since I wasn't able to do shit about it.
- Newt -
I was looking into the mirror, studing my face, trying to remember how I looked like fourthousand years ago. I wanted to change myself back to my previous appearance, not willing to face the palace as my current bald androgynous self.
It would embarrass my ancestors that one of their own was running around like that.
I touched the cold surface and willed the image to give back that piece of my memory. No such thing as mercy for me. Pain ran trough my veins as I tried to break the influences of approximately a thousands forget potions. Some of them were probably my doing, some of them were Minias fault.
Minias was my ex-familiar, I remembered hunting him, but I wasn't entirely sure I had killed him yet. Anger rose like a old friend to my frustration and I jerked the damn mirror off the wall,threw it against another, screaming in agonie.
"JEREMIIIIII!" I yelled my current familiars name. He was a demon with long red hair, dark skin and an egyptian stil of clothings.
He appeared in front of me, helping me to my feet. Strange I never noticed I had gone down. Slightly embarrassed by my own lack of controll, I coughed.
"Yes?" He asked in his normal serene voice.
"I need a painting of my old face, go to the palace and bring one of my pictures back to me?"
"How may I get into the palace, it had been sealed by you. And you forbid any entrance with a dead penalty given for violation." At least he wasn't asking why I needed a freaking picture of myself. Why should he, it was common knowledge that I was insane, but grace of creation for whom dares to speak it aloud.
I strode to my box of heirloom and snatched an amulett, throwing it at him.
"Take that, put it infront of the big gargoyle statue, if he don't let you through then, tell him you were send by Newtanalea ab Chibirias, that you are my rightful familiar and he has to grant you access!" He seemed to role my full name over his minds tongue.
"Newtana..." I hurled a painful thunder his way, making him crash against the wall.
"DON'T you dare to speak that name, unworthy worm, I ever hear you adressing me with it, and I will rip your tongue out, permanently! Same goes for telling anyone in any sort of way." He turned ashed, which made me smile brightly.
"Now, off, off with you." I beckoned at him so he might leave, the sooner I got my picture, the better. A strange disconnecting pull went through me, I willed my mind to a line before the feeling could slip in deeper. A soft purring was the result, so someone just killed a demon and a resurrection curse was calling for its other half.
I dried to remember when the last demon was killed and of course my mind was giving me the blank page. I wandered around the room, trying at least to get a name. Mabye it was one of my kills. I scratched my bald head, good thing I had no hair anymore, since I would have been pulling it hard in situations like that. I kicked the box shot and left the room to enter my kitchen. Someone else would follow that call. I was having no summoning name for a reason, and common service was not on my plate either.
I fished out my silver disc and filled it with water. Curiousity on the other hand wasn't unknown to me, so what could it hurt to play peeping tom. I picked my finger and squeezed three drops of blood into the water. The smell of burnt amber rose and the water mirror turned dark first.
Strange, should this spell act like that, most certainly not, something was wrong. I scratched my dome again and looked furious at my reflection, about to smash that damn thing against the wall as my frustation was getting the better of me. The image cleared.
Shock went through me, damn the red dust on the surface.
That girl, I knew her, from somewhere, somehow. Damn forget potions. She looked like an angry demoness, pretty pissed and powerful.
"JEREMI!" No answer, I would teach that damn familiar to obey its masters orders.
Slowly it came back to the front of my head that I had sent the unlucky male to the palace, I grinned on my eagerness. Curious if he would be able to survive my quest. The palace was laden with traps and curses to prevent thievery. I raised my eyebrow as I tried to remember what exactly that quest had been. Fuck, I hate then that happend.
Without noticing I threw the silver water mirror against the wall, nullifying its curse. I swore and lifted the thing off the floor, refilling it with water and renewing its spell.
A blasted wall, and more darkness, I cursed aloud. This should be something for Dali to take care of. Where was that damn lazy demon. A bit irritated I started the search for my scrying mirror, I was about to call him, order him to look for the dead demon and taking care of that female. My search didn't lasted long, with a cry of triumph I put my hand onto the mirror.
It would have been easier to reach him through the communal curse what didn't required a scrying mirror, but it was Sunday and Dali was a bit peculiar about his day off, so he turned off his communication via thoughts spell.
Annoyance filtered through my mind.
'Dali! Answer you damn landline, this is Newt speaking.'
Damn, a don't disrupt sign.
I growled, who the hell was I, being turned down at the front door. Ohhh no dear, you got the wrong girl here. Furious I tapped a line and jumped right to his private quaters, only to be trapped by his defense system, turned and spitt out to mist into existence outside his house.
I was starting to get pissed, really pissed. How dare that mother-fucker.
"DALI, if you don't want me to blast your damn door in, get your ass over here! I have a bone to pick with you!"
Snarling at the door after 10 seconds of utter silence I kicked it. Of course the door wasn't impressed by it. I cut my hand and smeared a sign of destruction on the wooden surface, feeding it with line energy and steping to the side to avoid the suppose to be backslash.
Nothing! Sometimes I hated that old man, he was just a bit to good with the arts, I would have to do something about it.
"I'm most sincery regreting to tell you, that the master is currently not at home. Since you wouldn't find him here oh Great and Furious One I would suggest ..."
"Silence the babble! Where did he go to. Talk!" I hissed at the ugly face.
But the moment it decisioned on an answer, it wasn't necessary anymore. I was able to sense Dali. I turned around on my heels searching for him, about to give him a piece of my mind.
Not there! The reason hit me right between the eyes, he wasn't here by body just by aura. His aura was flowing trough all the lines around me, he had already triggered the resurrection curse.
"Newt you are sooo slow!" I complimented myself and tried to find the source of his aura. It took a while to do so, but the moment I had his location, I jumped.
Darkness encompassed me, magic was drifting heavy through the air. The angry woman had someone trapped in a circle of ever after, and was facing Dali who was sitting somewhat behind me. She uttered a spell that made me narrow my eyes on her.
Who on hells red dust, teached her, I would take the demons head for it. It was obvious a demon curse and she threw it Dali's way, since she hadn't bother to look at me yet.
I was angry at him for rejecting my calls, but was I willing to lose him over it.
No, most certainly I wasn't. I made a gesture with my left hand and willed the ever after into shape, spinning a circle around us. Her spell hit hard and made my teeth rattle with its force.
That was no witch over where, I eyed the girl over through the black sheet of ever after which was my circle. No witch not the slightest bit of it. Demon, female to top that off. I had killed all my sisters, and any other female, why was this one here? My gaze went to Dali, inquiring him to talk info. But he was out cold since he was bringing back the dead demons soul to his body.
A second spell hit the outline of my circle, while I looked our unlucky one over. I knew that one, Algaliarept? Who the hell had the wits and the guts to dig him in.
Memories tugged at me, he had mated, ohhh uhh, that made the one on the other side of my barrier his mate, ergo it must have been that student of his. Slowly the name came to me, together with the scheduling of the party to their honor, my lips turned up, because I felt suddenly total cheerful.
"Rachel, splendiferous." Dali extracted himself from the lines and returned to his body, pushing Al's soul back to his shell and sealing it with a kiss onto his flesh.
- Dali -
Today must have been my lucky day, I wasn't dead yet, just trapped in another demons circle. But fine with me, it could have been a looooot worse and trust a seer to know worse. I had collected all the missing parts of Algaliarepts soul, and was now ready to give it back to him. Slowly I pushed him from me, his flesh took him in with hunger, his memories flowing through me, merging with parts of my own. Good thing I was always able to protect my most secret thoughts, but so was Al.
Always a good affair for a demon to be able to do so. I bent down and touched lips to lips breathing in a sparkel of life with it.
A shudder ran through his body, proving to me that the spell had worked correctly. Now I had time to deal with the demon beside me. I gulped as I took in Newts form, great of all people it had to be her. At least Al wasn't dead anymore and Newt was not alone, otherwise I would have said we were pretty screwed.
"Newt, love what brings you to this side of the lines." She ignored me fixed with her mind and eyes on Rachel, this was so not good, because Rachel was also centered on her.
"Get away from Algaliarept." The young one spat in our direction, getting a disapproval snort as an answer.
I had to get those two off each others throats, non of them was my mate and Newt wasn't helping matters with Al trapped in her circle.
My thoughts were running wild and I got to my feet, sighing in annoyment, women were a plague, at least Rachel and Newt were. I grabed Newts arm and turned her to face me.
"Listen, and listen well daughter of the earth, I have seen the stars move this night, so let me announce their notification. Two led for the field of madness, one to the gate of Death. Damnation is ours if one of tern comes Truth."
Newts face was distorting at first, and I was pretty sure she would hack my arm off for touching her unbidden, then her eyes took in my robe and my words and her furiousness turned to hot smoky air. It was pure luck of mine that I had decided on that clothes.
"Dallkarackint what's the meaning of this." A wave of her hand covered my whole appearance.
"I sensed my son dying tonight, so I asked for the advices of the stars. All threads of possible futures led to our extinction. We have to figure out one that wouldn't destroy us for good"
Al was slowly sitting up, while Rachel continued her mindless attacks on Newts barrier, each time trying a new spell.
She was assimilating the content of the demons database with rising speed. If she reached her minds full capacity, the limit of how much input her brain and soul could store, the database would begin to overwrite her lifes memory, leaving a soulless shell of knowledge. It had happend before, I had seen it all, but it was another story, there was no time to dwell in the past now.
"And how?"
"First would be to stop taunting her, don't you see she is connected to the database. Sooner or later she will find a spell to break your circle. There is knowledge kept inside even you never touched. Second would be to get Algaliarept within touching distance. She is his mate, so he will be our key to bring her back."
Newt eyed the revived demon.
"What happend?" He asked right that moment, touching his chest, slowly sorting through his memories to get them in order.
"Your mate is going rambo with curses from the database, you should probably do something. But if you can help it, don't get yourself killed another time. I'm tired of reanimating you."
His red eyes found mine.
"Dali? Newt? What's with that clothes?" An eruption almost took us all of our footings. I grabed Newts arm again, this time for balance. Al was down on his but again, swearing colorful as he took in his students condition.
"So much pain..." My son whispered. Today seemed to be the moment where all of my background was coming back to bit me a good one.
He was on his feet again, Newt was slowly turning pale.
"Rachel... " He wasn't so sure anymore, neither was I. Our own female started to commune with the line to hold our compromised circle constant. So the young one was starting to touch the lethal ones. Curses to level towns and stuff like that. Hell this was going south fast, I wasn't even sure if there was anything left of Rachel Marianna Morgan to save anymore.
"Do something and do it NOW." I smacked Al head-first into Newts circle. He growled at me and ought to know that would get him nowhere, I raised an eyebrown.
We were protected enough in Newts circle, at least for now. But what was with Rachels own one, the one trapping Ivy. How long would it stand up to her bombardment, how long until the demoness would see her error and just drop it, exposing the defenseless vampire to the ricochets of her curses.
"Rachel!" Al reached for the line, winced at its first touch, his soul still to sore from his death, he gritted his teeth and dove deaper into it. His chi wasn't working right so most of the ley line energy was seeping from him, better than frying his brains.
He sworn very illustrative, and ignored his body's protest.
"Newt can you hold the circle please, I have to teach him something."
The insane demoness looked me over like I had just insulted her badly, but she said nothing, instead she concentrated on controlling the flux of ever after.
I sat down on the floor cross-legged.
"Sit down! You will never reach her this way, you have to travel by mind."
"Travel by mind? How's that?" I had sworn never to teach another demon, but, hey, I was the only member alive, so that made me the boss, right, and to my defense I wasn't seeing any other option to save my kin.
I summoned my seers mirror and put it on the floor.
"Sit and touch the glass, mirror my gestures, and I mean mirror them, not just doing the same thing. While you do this tap the line. And when I take your mind with me don't resist no matter what. Done wrong this can kill a demon. Do you get that!"
"Äh... Dali?"
"Do you get that?" He was wasting moonlight, and his almost panic wasn't supporting the purpose of this.
"Yes." Damn, he sounded like a first timer, well he was one, and he didn't knew anything about traveling. I prayed to my lucky-star so I wouldn't get us all killed.
"Hurry the fuck up!" Came it hissing from Newt.
So Al is finally back alive, but the problems never seemed to be ending. Now it's Rachel messing everything up. She didn't notice Al's resurrection and wents postal on the three demons. Added to the whole pot of shit is a very old demon database, which is giving the young female the curses to deal major damage.
How are they going to save Rachel and Ivy, and what is this going to cost, demons do nothing without a catch.
By the way Chibirias is the mayan goodness of earth, that makes Dali's little message a bit more articulately.
