A demoness awakens XXXVI
Disclaim: The charas are not mine, they belong to Kim Harrison and her Hollow series.
Side-fiction: Taming ones lust
WARNING: Spoilers from "Black magic santion"
Pairing: Rachel / Al
Charas: Rachel / Jenks / Ivy / Al / Cormel / Miss Black / Tilly / Scarface
Summary: Two demons trapped in two circles. What will happen to Rachel, Ivy, Jenks and Al now? Their enemy holds all the strings in his hand... what is going to be his first order, and what the hell does Cormel want?
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A demoness awakens XXXVI: Bad order the second
- Rachel -
"Splendid! Welcome to my lair, Rachel Marianna Morgan. Ivy." Cormel was in one of his gray suits, surrounded by a few vampires and a small group of dangerous-looking witches.
One of them looked familiar, even if I couldn't place his face.
"So, since you refused to do your summoner's bidding, Algaliarept, we will have her do it," Dark-scarface said. He was the one of the group beside Cormel I have already seen somewhere before. I still couldn't place him, but his voice made me shiver.
The witch-officer in my grip started crying, which made me snarl at him.
"Name?" A woman entirely clothed in black came to the bubble of ever-after which trapped my friends and me.
"Rachel Morgan." I answered a bit bemused.
"Not that one, the other one, the demon name." She made a gesture with her hand and walked around to take a good look at me. I stared back nonplussed. A few moments of utter silence ticked by. Even Al didn't move.
"Give me your summoning name!" she hissed, in a way humans and witches weren't able to.
'Be careful- the woman is a banshee,' my demons voice informed me; it sent a flash of fear through me while I faced her.
"I will not give you my name." I tried to use my birth-name again, but it wouldn't leave my lips. So I was bound by summoning-terms. My eyes went over to Al, worry settling deep inside of me.
"See I told you so!" Jenks whispered so only Ivy and I could hear it.
"You have to. We trapped you in a circle. Tilly, ask her!" The banshee turned around to a little woman who was slightly overweight and placed herself behind the witch.
"What is your summoning-name, demon?" Tilly's voice was wary and high, but strong all the same. I faced her and took off my smoked glasses, while the humming of the barrier amplified around me. The room hissed at the display of my eyes. Al was banging his fist against his own bubble. His feelings were a ball of frustration and anger.
"I'm not giving you my name." I repeated absolutely serenely, though panic was eating at the very substance of my soul.
"In exchange for mine?" She wasn't giving up. The witch offered some information to make me reconsider giving my name to her. That wasn't going to happen. I liked my name, especially because I knew who had it. If I had liked the whole being summoned business I could have kept Al's name.
"You don't have a summoning-name." My answer could only be described as condesending
"I will give you my full name for your summoning name." Light tickles of impatience ran through her voice, which pleased my like nothing else.
I shifted my position, still holding the officer like he was some sort of baggage.
"Why should I want your name? You don't owe me anything." Again I made it sound as condescending as possible. Al, right beside her, ceased his outbursts at the sound of my dry voice.
"A mark? Al right, go in there and kill that demon." She pointed at Al.
Shock colored my face white and I turned. The humming of the barrier amplified again; maybe it was the same order he had been given. Jenks whispered a low "Shit" while Ivy edged away to the other end of the circle, maybe to distance herself from the fear which drifted off of me.
Gaze shifting back to the little fat woman I winked dismissively with my hand.
"Not happening. You have nothing, not even all your souls together, what would be worth such a deed." The officer winced as I uttered that and tried to free himself again, getting ignored in turn.
It was obvious that Tilly was at the end of her Latin, so she turned around to her banshee mistress and Cormel, as if waiting their advice.
"Rachel Marianna Morgan, kill Ivy Alisha Tamwood." Cormel said with his cold undead voice. He looked totally different than the one time I had met him in my church.
The vampire drew a deep breath, almost as loudly as I. My glance flew to her and then back to Cormel. His suggestion had both thrown me deeper into my old witchy self, and also deeper into my demon-mood. Both of my alternate personalities had the same issue here.
"Not happening, either. She's already mine. Why would I kill something of mine, for you?" My voice was sort of liquid darkness again. The witch at my feet wailed aloud in agony as the blackness of the demon-database touched his aura
"Will you shut up?" my inner demon hissed at him, irritated by his whining. Of course my attitude only made his panic even worse.
"Well, whatever, we have two demons here." The master-vampire made a throw away gesture with his hand, while he turned his attention back to Al.
Damn it all back to the Turn. I loved Ivy with a passion and was able to stand the pressure my jailer put on me for disobedience, but would my demon be able to withstand the deal? What if he agreed to the task?
'Oh God, please don't make me kill Al.'
"Algaliarept, I demand that you kill Ivy Alisha Tamwood!" The undead spoke the words I feared the most right now. Ivy and Jenks stopped breathing as well, almost expecting Al's tall form to suddenly appear inside our circle.
It made me remember being trapped in a circle with Al twice. Once as Piscary summoned him to kill me, and I summoned him right back the moment Al had agreed to his terms.
The other time I had jumped the lines to save some stupid-ass coven member from her worst nightmare, ending up stuck with Al in Brooke's circle. She'd tried to sic Al on my ass as well.
Bis had given me the idea of circling the demon and Al let me. I'd banished him to wherever he wanted to be and was thus responsible for Brooke being demon-nabbed. Should I try to banish him if he went after Ivy?
Al tilled his head to the side, extracted a snuffbox of brimstone out of thin air, and took a deep sniff before it disappeared in a cloud of ever-after.
"You want me to take another demon's possession?" His voice sounded so matter of fact and business-like that my heart almost dropped down to my feet.
"Exactly, state your price?" The vampire sat up straighter and leant forward.
"Are you aware of the fact that killing another demon's possession will end with me paying amends?" Cormel's eyes flashed black in anger and he examined my demon with an intensity which made me long to rip his head off.
A slightest growl escaped him before he had his emotions back unter control.
"I don't care!" the former president hissed furiously.
"Well I do. Besides, who, do you suggest will replace little Ivy? She is a real turn-on in the bedroom department, if you get what I'm talking about." Al's shit-eating anticipatory grin was back on his face.
Everyone's eyes centered on my flushing roommate, and I was absolutely clueless what I should do to put this situation back under control.
Black eyed and pissed, the vampire strode over to our bubble and fixed his eyes on her.
"What did you do?" he asked accusingly.
"Her touch is exquisite, so wild and soft at the same time. And her scentl when she gets wasted on our hormones." Al licked his lips and managed to look kinkier than all those peeping toms who tried to invade my privacy after I showed up on national TV naked.
"Not to mention her voice, when she came screaming under my hands." I turned red as I imagined what had happened in Al's bathroom. It wasn't entirely true, but it wasn't a lie either. I could tell Ivy wanted to say something to defend herself from the fuming undead's accusation.
Of course, calling the playing demon bluff wouldn't be the best thing she could do, especially since her life was currently in his hands.
I drew her to her feet and whispered, "Don't tell on Al," in her ears. She looked at me like I'd lost my mind. But kept her silence, though she impaled my demon with a deadly glare.
"Algaliarept…" Cormel growled at him and almost leapt at the bubble in his rage. The black banshee stepped to his right, which made him master of his emotions once more.
"Nice plan." The vampire flashed his teeth with a grin.
"So are you willing to let this go, or do you want to play Ivy Alisha Tamwood's substitute in my bed, Rynn Matthew Cormel? Picture my fingers all over you, my dick in your most secret place bringing you pleasures you never have dreamed of. Just the thought of you spread wide and begging under my ministrations is getting me hard."
The blood pressure in the room seemed to drop so fast that it almost made an audible sound. Everyone, including Ivy, Jenks, myself, and Cormel, went as pale as a white wall.
"So you want sex?" Was I mistaking it, or had Cormel's voice lost most of the force it usually possessed? Even the banshee looked kind of shocked.
"Oh no, not that easy, love. Not sex like in one-night-only. No, more like… ending up as my sex-toy for eternity, chained to me by the way of three marks." Al took off his glove and stroked the barrier that trapped him.
The vampire shuddered and took a step back from Al, clearly mortified at the demon's fantasies.
"I don't have a soul you could own," he protested, managing to sound like a little boy, caught doing something really bad.
"What do you take me for. Rynn Matthew Cormel? I have enough souls to force one down your throat and make you feel every second of being OWNED by ME. Just leave it to me"
My demon scratched at the circle with some sort of claws, tearing sparkles of aura-laden ever-after from the barrier. It must have hurt like hell, since the circle was burning every part of his body that touched it.
But the demon leaned into it anyway, rubbing against the undead's aura like a big cat. His tongue licked his claws clean of the magic force while his eyes found Cormel's. Al made his smocked glasses disappear to display black orbs like a vampire's.
"If, and ONLY if, you're willing to agree to those terms, then I'm willing to kill Ivy Alisha Tamwood." All air left me, and I was speechless. Would he really kill Ivy? I would never let him do that, not as my teacher, and not as my mate. He was in for some serious trouble if Cormel went for the deal.
The vampire backpedaled instead, totally shocked and disgusted at Al's idea of a summoning agreement. Cormel let his eyes travel over the green frock coat-wearing demon, who was now touching his middle suggestively, and I almost saw the moment he chose to never to summon him again.
"Algaliarept, I banish you. Go back to the ever-after and stay there, and do not bother me again." My breath failed me. Al had managed to scare an undead shitless. Hell, not only him, but everyone else as well.
"Not so fast, Rynn Matthew Cormel. You summoned me, and we have not agreed on any terms. Who is going to pay for the imbalance of the trips I had to take for this utter waste of my time?" He was back to his condescending self, like he'd never suggested putting the master-vampir into sexual servitude and had nearly gotten off on the fantasy alone.
"Give the imbalance to me and be gone, demon." Hell, Cormel must be pissed to agree to something like that. Al sighed, tsked, and commented, "You don't have a soul."
His nervous hands ran through his grey hair, the former world-leader barked a loud name through the room. I didn't catch it, since the witch and Ivy were pressing themselves into me, maybe thinking I, as the only other demon present, would be able to keep that thing off of them.
A young, wide-eyed woman hurried to her master's side. She was obvious a living vampire, highblood and not of Piscary's former camarilla. She might have been 20, given or taken a few years, most probably not even legal.
"She is my scion- give the imbalance to her." Al eyed her over and shrugged indifferently.
"It's not her aura on that circle, so you'll have to take the bubble down." Al retracted his claws and put his gloves back on. Hell, I vowed never to let him touch me again.
"Fine, you will give the blackness of two trips through the lines to her, you will not hurt or snatch anyone in this room or beyond its borders, you will go straight to the ever-after when you're done, and you will remain there!" Cormel almost screamed. His scion tried to evade his grasp as she understood the undead's meaning.
Ivy's grip on me went more forceful; she probably remembered the blood-rape Piscary had forced on her to make her his scion. A low grumble of dissatisfaction left me.
"Deal," the demon drawled with his British accent, almost as if master-of-the-city had forgotten a valid point regarding this agreement.
Cormel moved to his circle, the witch and the banshee beside him. His finger touch the barrier and it went down. I almost expected my demon to leap at him and tell him what he had missed, but Al behaved like the British gentleman he was posing as.
He reached out to touch the aura of Cormel's scion. She was begging and pressing into her master, pleading not to be punished with the darkness two demon curses would leave on her soul.
Empathy for her almost made me cry, while the incarnation of diabolicalness just transferred it to her. A smile quickened his lips and he was gone with a loud pop of displaced air, leaving my friends and me in this gigantic shit-pit to deal with the aftermath.
Third part of their fight against Cormel. Now they are trapped -.-".
For all the people who wonder why Cormel can address Al with his summoning name... it is because all people in the room knew it already... so you know what kind of people are standing in that room. He knows that Ivy and Jenks know his name. The only one who doesn't know it, is the officer... but no one pays any attention to him... maybe because he is already considered demon-napped ^^.