Numbers 13:31-33
A/N: Okay here it is, the Fourth Addition to this story, hope you enjoy. But first to answer a question possessed to me, the most commonly used Latin exorcism in this story, is a genuine Exorcism created by the Benedictine monks during the middle ages. Were as Bernadette's exorcism in the previous story is supposed to be from the Rituale Romanum (I say supposed because my source might not be accurate.) And to the same reviewer, truthfully know Alastor wasn't based upon that demon (Although I wish he was as that would have probably been better) Alastor is a genuine demon from occult lore, I included him because I wanted an reasonably obscure demon so I could have more leeway on how to right him. Any way on with the story.
Chapter Four: Demons Rising
A soft wind blew over the dry earth. Leonard mopped his brow; it was so hot, even for a desert this had to be hot. He sat on the porch keeping watch; the others should be back soon. He shrugged, still it could have been worse they were defiantly lucky to have found this small town. And it was also lucky that it had an almost disused motel on its edge. Thankfully no one had asked too many questions when they turned up out of nowhere, dressed completely inappropriately for the area, they were just happy to get some business. And that night they had managed to successfully smuggle Sheldon into Amy's room.
He paused, before turning and walking back into Amy's room. Amy was still sitting by Sheldon's side; he lay there sprawled on the second bed. He had been unconscious for almost two days now. His wings were still somewhat outspread as they had been difficult to fold back in. Amy hadn't left his side since the fall. Leonard shuddered as he thought about it: the strange memories, the odd sensations and unusual feelings he had felt as they had smashed through the ceiling and shot through the air. He wasn't sure when exactly during the flight Sheldon had fallen unconscious, it was all a blur really, but he was sure that it was before they crashed. And Looking at him sprawled out there was nothing short of saddening.
His wings weren't glowing anymore and there white colour now seemed closer to grey. His wounds were still stretched over his upper body, none of them had bled, instead they looked almost liked they had been burned closed, black scabs stretched covering each cut. Sheldon was also covered in bruises; his face was particularly badly bruised.
Amy was still holding his hand; she was crying softly and hadn't noticed Leonard come back in. Leonard calmly walked forward towards them both. Hearing his footsteps Amy looked up. "Oh, Leonard," she said brushing the tears from her eyes, "is there any sign of them?" Leonard shook his head, "no there not back yet, but it shouldn't be too much longer. What about him? Any change?" Amy sadly shook her head, "he's still exactly the same, heart rate weak but consistent, breathing normal, none of his wounds show any change. Why haven't they changed?" She suddenly asked, her voice breaking, "all his previous wounds he healed in minutes, why not these ones?"
"I don't know?" Leonard honestly replied, "Maybe he needs to be conscious for it to occur?" he suggested, "Or maybe it's just the scale of the damage?" Amy shook her head, "whatever it is," she said sadly, "it's seriously affected him, Leonard what are we going to do?" She asked turning to face him. "Well were just stay here till he wakes up and then I guess we carry on. Fortunately we have some breathing space; he did manage to send practically all those demons back to hell before he collapsed so we should be safe for at least a little while."
Amy nodded, "I guess so," she said turning back to Sheldon; it was so terrible to look at him like this. Secretly ever since he made her his first contact, Amy had always been terrified that one day she would get a call and would see Sheldon lying somewhere badly injured. Damaged and broken, lying unconscious, she had feared that someday something would go horribly wrong and he would be hurt badly. And now it had come true. Amy felt her eyes watering. "You better go and keep a look out for the others," Amy managed as her voice broke. Understanding, Leonard left the Amy alone with her boyfriend.
He shook his head sadly, poor Amy. When he first saw Sheldon's body lying there in the desert it had shaken him up pretty badly to. Still between him, Penny and Howard they had managed to get Sheldon up and into the back of the truck. He had to say for a thin guy, Sheldon was quiet heavy. His wings alone weighted quite a lot. Seeing him lying there in the desert had broken Amy. She spent the entire journey in the back holding his hand and stroking his forehead.
But what really struck Leonard though was that despite it all Sheldon was smiling? His chest had been lacerated; his right arm had a hole through it. He had a knife wound in his stomach large enough to put his in. And that was just his cuts, and yet he was smiling. Why was he smiling? He had fallen unconscious smiling? Why?
Leonard couldn't understand it. Looking up he saw a welcome sight, that truck that Sheldon and Penny had gotten hold of was parking up ahead. Penny and the others climbed out, there trip had clearly been a success as she was no longer wearing that beautiful tight dress. "So anything?" she asked walking up to them. Leonard shook his head, "no," he replied "he's still unconscious and it's hitting Amy pretty hard."
"This is not good," Bernadette said shaking her head, "Two days and he hasn't yet stirred once." "Well were just wait her till he does," Penny replied, "But how long can we wait for?" She asked, "We've got some breathing space, but the demons are still after him and if he isn't awake when they find him, there just take him, we can't stop them." There was a pause, "Well I'm sure he will wake up before then." Penny said unsurely. Bernadette however grabbed hold of her new, larger cross that she had hung around her neck; she kept hold of it as she walked off to see Amy.
Penny went back to take some of the bags from the back. Howard just stood there unsure. "What do we do if they do turn up before he wakes up?" he asked, "run," Leonard replied, "we'll grab him and just keep on running." Howard paused unsurely, Leonards eyes narrowed, "don't you dare say it," he said coldly. Howard was taken back, "say what?" he asked, "you were considering the idea of giving him to the demons," Leonard said, "What?" Howard said shocked, "I would never, look we might not exactly get along most of the time, but I would never sell him out to the forces of hell." However the look in his eyes made Leonard wonder. Annoyed Howard stormed off, leaving Leonard to help Penny.
Leonard looked over at the clock, it was three in the morning, although the concept behind it was quite simple, it still amazed Leonard just how much the temperature fluctuated between the day and the night. Penny lay next to him soundly sleeping; Leonard shook his head he couldn't sleep. It had been four days now since Sheldon had collapsed and he still was unconscious. He had saved his life, if it wasn't for Sheldon he would have died in that burning barn. And now his friend was dying in the next room and there was nothing Leonard could do about it. He shuddered; his friendship had started with Sheldon saving his life all those years ago following that half-baked scream involving the misuse of the experimental rocket fuel, would it end here following him saving his life once again? No, surely he couldn't die; the demons didn't want him dead they wanted him to work for them, so why would Alastor inflict wounds that would kill him? It made no sense. But then if he wasn't dying, why hadn't he changed in any way? So many questions and he had no answers.
Amy sat on the edge of her chair watching Sheldon; the way he laid there brought tears to her eyes. Gently she rubbed her free hand over his chest. Crossing his abdomen and then up again, she smiled slightly at the feel of his torso, only for it to fade when she crossed over one of his many wounds. Amy timidly pulled her hand back, before moving it along and gently caressing his wing. Looking down at him lying there, she started to wonder what she was doing. Her boyfriend was seriously injured and she was arguably molesting him. Amy shuddered slightly at this thought; calmly she removed her hand once again.
Looking down at him, once again Amy stared at his smile, Sheldon rarely smiled so normally it would make her happy, but in his present state it just made him look worse. How could anybody who had suffered all those wounds still smile? Amy had no idea, looking down at Sheldon's now grey wings Amy once again felt tears near, they still felt so soft. When would he wake up? Would he wake up? And if he did wake up…What then? Amy paused and got to her feet, her legs hurt as she had been practically sitting down for days.
Walking over to the window she gazed out at the dry ground around them, it hurt her eyes slightly to watch it. But she continued to stare. Sheldon's words had echoed through her head at least somewhere since he had said them 'It is why I'm asexual; as Angels are immortal they have no need for reproduction, so they have no sexual drive…Asexual…no sexual drive.' If he genuinely was asexual then what hope did their relationship have? All this time Amy had assumed he was simply too dedicated to his work to have time for such feelings and repressing them for so long had led to them being almost dormant. But if he was genetically asexual then… Once again Amy started to cry.
Penny looked down at her watch; it was quarter past four she sat there on the porch with Leonard waiting. Sure enough Howard and Bernadette soon emerged; each took a place at the table. It was a bit cooler today than it had been for a while, but was still baking regardless. "Now we're all here," Penny began, "I think its best we go straight to the point, it's been four days now since we last encountered the demons, and Sheldon hasn't stirred once. In fact according to Amy, aside from his wings turning grey and his heart rate being weak he hasn't changed once."
Penny paused, "and as time is marching on, are period of breathing space is getting smaller and smaller, as such I think it's about time we look into the very real possibility that the demons might find us before he wakes up, and if he does the question is what do we do?" There was a silence, "Oh come on," Penny said, "you guys have watched all these sorts of films what do they use?" "Actually we prefer to stick to Sci-fi and Fantasy, neither of which really have demons." Howard replied. "You're the only one of us who watches horror films," Bernadette said to Penny, "what do they use?"
Penny shrugged, "not many horror films I've seen feature demons," she replied, "and the only one I can remember that has it being beaten with an exorcism." "Which none of us except him know." Howard said pessimistically, Bernadette shot him a look, "And of course my beautiful wife who I owe my life, because she managed to remember part of one." He quickly added. "Well that helped, but part of an exorcism doesn't do much more than slow them down." Leonard said, "It won't stop them." Bernadette nodded, "And I can't remember the rest," she replied, "truthfully I'm surprised I remembered that much, I only know it because I tried to memorize it when I was child because I was terrified demons would come after me." She shook her head sadly, "Why did I stop?"
"Okay," Penny said, "focus, we need something," "well my cross stopped that demon back there," Bernadette suggested, "so we all wear crosses?" Leonard asked, Howard coughed unsurely, "I would rather not, if you don't mind," he said, "well yes crosses seem to hold them at bay, but they won't stop them." Penny carried on. "How about Holy water?" Bernadette suggested, "That seemed quite effective back at the apartment, plus Saint Tessa of Avila said it puts devils to flight like nothing else." The others looked at her in confusion, "what? She did." Bernadette added. The others paused unsure whether or not to peruse this, before deciding not to. "Okay, Holy water sounds good, but where do we get it?" Penny asked. "We need a priest to bless the water," Bernadette said, "so a church," "and were supposed to tell him we need it to battle demons?" Howard asked. "Let's keep this one for later in case the situation presents its self, any other ideas?" Penny asked, "What about that powder Sheldon gave you?" Leonard asked, "That seemed to be quite affective." Penny shrugged, "sure if you have any idea what it was," the others shook their heads.
"So what do we do now?" Howard asked, "I guess we will have to research what stops demons," Leonard replied. "How?" Bernadette asked, "My phone died two days ago," "I lost mine when that demon grabbed me," Howard said, "My batteries also dead," Leonard said. All eyes turned to Penny, "That demon left mine in my apartment," she admitted, she shuddered slightly for a moment. "Well if the internets out, I guess were just have to read up on it," Leonard said. "And where are we going to find a place with books describing demons?" Howard asked.
Leonard shrugged, "I don't know," he said, "but it seems to be the best option we have." "Okay" Penny acknowledged "Let's go into town and see if they have anything anywhere, Leonard you stay her and make sure Amy's okay." Leonard was a bit disappointed at being the one left behind again and again, but now wasn't the time to worry about such things. So he just watched as the others drove off.
Amy sat there, gently she stroked Sheldon's brow, four days now. "Please wake up," she said sadly, "we need you, we all need you, please wake up." Amy shook her head, "I know you can hear me," she said, "it was you who told me about how recent studies that show evidence that people in your state can still receive auditory stimulation from the outside world. So as you're listening could you at least try to get better, for me, please?" "How very sweet," another voice spoke. Amy sat up turning to the wall she saw another figure standing there.
"Who are you?" She asked startled, the figured laughed coldly, "You don't remember me?" he said, "Perhaps this will refresh your memory." And with that the figure suddenly vanished into thin air, Amy stared in horror. "Remember me yet?" the voice asked from right next to her. Amy jumped to her feet and baked away in the fear. The demon chuckled, "I think you do," he said coldly. Turning he looked down at Sheldon, "and here he is," the demon smiled, "sleeping like a baby, don't you worry were find a way to wake him up."
"No," Amy screamed she rushed forward; the demon spun and grabbed her by the neck. Still smiling it hoisted Amy into the air with one hand. The two were now eye level and Amy shuddered when she saw his eyes, blank, cold, cruel filled with nothing but a sadistic gleam. The brown eyes chilled her to the bone. Still smiling the demon casually tossed her backwards, Amy went flying into a wall. The demon smiled, before turning back to Sheldon.
Amy lay there against the wall, her body ached and she had lost her glasses, as such her vision was fuzzy. "What's the mat…" Leonard began rushing through the door, his eyes opened wide; it shot from Amy lying on the floor to the figure standing over Sheldon. "No," he shouted. The demon turned to face Leonard, "oh another one, I know the boss promised a great reward for the first demon to find the Nephilim, but I had no idea he would be this generous."
Frantically Leonards eyes darted around the room, he needed something. The demon chuckled and slowly walked towards him. Frantically Leonard dived past him; the demon didn't even bother to stop him. Grabbing Amy's chair he swung it at the demon. The creature just grabbed it and pulled it out of Leonard's hand. Still smiling the demons fist shot forwards into Leonard's chest, he went flying backwards into the wall.
Amy had been scrabbling on the floor, finding her glasses she put them on only to find herself staring at shoes. Slowly she looked up and saw the demon glaring down at her. Timidly she tried to crawl backwards, but the demon grabbed her and hoisting her to her feet, pushed her against the wall. He smiled coldly, "as I found Cooper, I'm sure the boss won't mind if I take a little break to kick back and have some fun."
Reaching over he grabbed a glass bottle from the top of the dresser and then smashed it. Picking up a long piece of the broken glass, he carefully brought it so just the point was pointed at Amy's cheek. Amy could do nothing but watch in terror; she was strong enough to push off a normal man, let alone an inhumanly strong demonic monster. Slowly the demon dragged the point against Amy's cheek, slowly lightly cutting it open. Amy trembled in pain, her eyes watered. She felt the blood slowly running down her cheek.
The demon looked down upon her, all the time still smiling. Amy shuddered, as it slowly pulled the glass backwards, "now let's see what else you have to cut?" the thing laughed. Suddenly felt a sharp gabbing pain her arm, looking down she saw the glass stabbed deep into her skin, as the blood began to run, she screamed. The demon shook his head cheerfully, "now that's more like it," he laughed as he snapped the glass in to, leaving the majority piercing Amy's arm. Stepping back, he raised the remaining piece high. Looking up Amy's eyes fixed upon the jagged piece of glass point at her, "Now let's hear you really scream." The demon laughed. Amy just stared in horror.
Suddenly a pair of arms grabbed the creature from behind and hurled it backwards against the wall. Looking up, Amy saw Sheldon standing there in front of h her. Now wide awake, his eyes narrowed, his nostrils flaring. The demon groaned as it got to its feet. Sheldon gave Amy a single look, his eyes focusing on her bleeding cheek, before turning to face the demon. Almost snarling he dived at the creature, smashing it into the wall so hard that it shattered the plaster. Holding it down, he violently smashed its head in, continually punching and punching. Collapsing to his knees Sheldon let out a great moan. Still panting he spat the Exorcism at the demon causing the creature to fade into nothing.
Startled Amy slowly walked forward, Leonard, who had managed to recover from his assault, stood next to her. Both of them watched in silence, Sheldon continued to kneel there; he was panting and sweating like he had just run a marathon. "Sheldon?" Amy asked unsure. With difficulty he raised his head. Slowly Sheldon got his feet; his wings were lying limp by his sides. Standing there he looked at them and for a movement he smiled.
Suddenly he lurched forward, gasping he fell to his knees. "Sheldon!" Leonard shouted, rushing forward to his friend's side. He tried to pull Sheldon up, only for Sheldon to push him backwards. Struggling he stumbled backwards himself, colliding into the wall. Panting heavily, he clasped his hands into the sides, crushing through the plaster. Using it as a hand hold he pulled himself up, only to once again lurch forward, pulling a large chunk of the plaster with him.
Gasping for air, his eyes wide he continued to stumble, before suddenly running forward through the open door. "Sheldon, stop." Amy shouted she and Leonard ran after him. Sheldon rushed down the porch, swaying to side in an unnatural fashion, he collapsed on to his knees on the hot ground. Gasping for air he kneeled there, his head bowed. Amy and Leonard rushed to his sides, "Sheldon? Sheldon speak to me." Leonard said frantically staring at his injured friend. "Help me." Sheldon gasped in a dry voice.
"Okay, how?" Leonard asked, Sheldon didn't reply, his head started rocking forwards and backwards, "Sheldon, Sheldon! How do we help you?" Leonard asked, "Water!" Sheldon replied. Turning Amy ran back in, she grabbed a glass she had filled earlier. Running back she handed it to Sheldon. His hand was shaking violently as he rose the glass; half the contents fell out before it got to his lips. He doused the remainder of the water, before tossing the glass to the side and collapsing back to his knees.
"Sheldon what do we have to do?" Leonard said, his voice quivering, "How can we help you?" Sheldon suddenly let out a serious of violent coughs, before falling forward. He steadied himself with his arm mere inches from the ground, gasping he coughed again, his blood splattering onto the ground. Amy rushed to his side, but Sheldon pushed her back. Dipping his finger in the blood, still straining he began to write on the dirt. Struggling and moaning, his veins popping, he continued this task. Leonard and Amy just watched in shock. Groaning he managed the last word before he fell forwards. He was unconscious before he hit the ground.
Witten in his own blood before them was three simple words "Let Them Bleed."
"Let them bleed?" Howard asked, "What on earth does that mean?" Leonard shrugged, "I have no idea," he said, "but that was his message." "It sure was lucky no one saw him before we got back," Penny said. Leonard shrugged. Between him and Amy they had barely got Sheldon anywhere, they were just lucky that they were practically the only people at this motel.
"Well he's sleeping again now," Leonard said, gesturing to Amy's room. "Any way, what does it mean?" Penny asked. "What do we have to let bleed?" There was a pause, "what about his wounds?" Leonard asked. The others looked at him, "think about it, none of his wounds that were caused by those demons knives bled." "So he wants us to make them bleed?" Howard asked, "That doesn't sound right." "Well what else could it mean?"
No one replied, "You could be right," Bernadette said, "I mean they look wrong, there all black and charged and almost rotten looking." "So if we're going to cause him to bleed who his going to do it?" Howard asked, there was silence then all eyes fixed upon Penny. Penny paused, before sighing, "I'll do it." She said sadly.
Penny stood over Sheldon, he was lying there unconscious, since his reawakening and subsequent collapse he was no longer smiling, and instead his face was now contorted in a manner that both unnerving and painful. Penny had to look away. Amy carefully placed the bowl of cold water next to her. She held her bandaged arm; luckily the grass hadn't split any arteries or anything important. Penny had pulled the glass out and sealed the wound for her, shortly after getting back. Carefully Penny picked up Sheldon's knife; she held it in her hand before turning it to point at Sheldon.
Penny paused and turned to Amy, "you should leave," Penny said calmly. Amy paused, "I'll be fine," she replied, "it's about to get pretty messy," Penny said calmly, "I dissect and study brains for a living," Amy said, "and now I'm about to make your boyfriend bleed, please leave." Penny added. Reluctantly for the first time in days, Amy left Sheldon's side. Carefully Penny bent over Sheldon. Very carefully she brought the knife down above his cut; very gingerly Penny lowered the knife over the wound. She hesitated, was this right? He was already pretty bad and if there was one thing she knew about cuts, was never to break a sealed one. And did he really want them to make this bleed? She paused trying desperately trying to find some alternative meaning. Upon accepting defeat, she tried to perform the act. Only to stop before the knife touched flesh. She tried again, but once again she found herself stopping before the last minute.
Penny paused and took a breath, closing her eyes she concentrated, it was for his own good, it was for his own good. Struggling she pulled the knife down, the wound split open and black puss oozed out. Penny stared in shock at the black puss. That had been inside his wound all this time? Penny almost gagged. Carefully she continued to cut along the wound, as she did more black sludge seeped out.
Penny stared in horror. She retched slightly, carefully she reached for the cloth and dipping it into the water, before gently rubbing it over, she continued to wash until eventually Sheldon's red blood began leak out, carefully making sure not to get any of puss on her hands. In minutes she needed more water. Upon replacing the water and the cloth, she went back to her task, this time focusing on his biggest cut, the one that went straight across his chest. It took several bowls and clothes, but eventually she managed to clean all the black puss out of it. Penny shuddered as she looked at the next one. A large deep wound, deep enough to put her fingers in the wound.
Carefully Penny cut the wound open, only to gag as the black puss spluttered out. Unsurely Penny grabbed a pen, a slowly dipped it into the wound, before carefully it out, the sickly black puss stuck to it like tar, as she pulled she watched it stretching out of the wound. Penny retched and was forced to run out to throw up. Returning she went back to cleaning.
Looking down Penny stared at her handy work, the black sludge was gone, but now red blood was seeping out of Sheldon's wounds. Unsurely Penny turned back to bowl of now black water. She couldn't leave him bleeding like that; he still got ill he would get infected. Turning she looked around; she needed something to sterilise his cuts. As she did, she didn't notice Sheldon's wings changing from grey back to white. Penny turned back to Sheldon, still holding his knife in her hand. She paused unsure what to do.
Then Penny suddenly noticed something, the blood was gone. A moment ago his chest was covered in his own blood, now it was just his bare chest. His cuts still remained, but they were no longer bleeding. Penny stared in disbelief; carefully she leaned forward to get a better view. Suddenly Sheldon's hand shot up and grabbed her wrist.
Penny tried to pull free, but Sheldon's grip was like a vice. And as she struggled, it just got tighter. Frantically Penny tried to scream, but the pain was too much for her to make a sound. The pressure was too high; she was forced to drop the knife. His grip continued to tighten. Penny fell to her knees in agony. As she did she heard several snapping noises, the pain was excruciating. Frantically she started hitting Sheldon's chests, he had to stop, he would crush her arm… he was crushing her arm. Blood started to trickle down her arm. Finally through it all Penny screamed in agony.
The others came rushing in; Sheldon sat up suddenly, seeing her he quickly pulled away, Penny collapsed to the ground holding her arm. For a second there was silence. Leonard rushed to Penny's side, she was crying, her arm felt like nothing she had felt before. Sheldon tried to get to his feet, only for him to stagger forward.
The others just watched to shocked to speak. Using the wall Sheldon steadied himself, his bruises were fading, but his cuts were still open. Gasping for breath he looked up, Penny was still lying there sobbing in pain. With difficultly he made his way over to her and collapsed next to her, reaching for he grabbed his own knife. His hand shaking he slit his hand, "Multus Deus placeo mitto minister Raphael ut sano hic depravate aeger virgo!" he managed, quickly he blew into his hand, before pressing it against Penny's wrist. Penny's arm shock violently like it was electrified. Penny screamed, finally steading her arm she held it, only to find it was fine, even the blood was gone. At that point Sheldon collapsed.
Between them all, they managed to lift him back onto the bed. His wings were still white, but they weren't glowing, his bruises were almost gone however. Lying there he looked almost peaceful. Penny shook her arm it felt fine. The pain was completely gone; it was like waking up from a dream, it was all gone.
Quietly everyone but Amy left. Once outside however they all turned to Penny. "What happened?" Leonard almost shouted, "I don't know," Penny replied, "I opened his wounds and cleaned all the black puss out of them. I had finished and I was looking for something to sterilise his wounds with, when I noticed his blood had vanished, I leaned forward and suddenly he grabbed me. Next thing I know he's crushing my wrist like polystyrene" "He must have grabbed you out in shock or mistaken you for some sort of threat." Bernadette said, "Well why he did it isn't important, what is he fixed the damage," Penny said.
"So what now, we just let him sleep?" Howard asked, "Yes," Penny replied, "you wouldn't believe just how much black sludge he had in those wounds, it's no one he's been unconscious, the stuff looked toxic." The others winced slightly. "Well there isn't much we can do tonight," Leonard said, "let's get some sleep, hopefully by tomorrow Sheldon will be awake." The others nodded and walked off, however then Leonard remembered something.
"Wait how did your search go?" he asked, Penny turned back to him "Search?" she asked. "You know, you went out today to try and find ways to stop demons how did it go?" Penny sighed, "Terrible," she replied, "none of the book shops had anything even remotely useful, the library didn't have an occult section and nowhere else seemed to have anything. The number of funny looks we got from asking about demons was aggravating." Leonard shook his head, "well when Sheldon wakes up I'm sure he'll be able to tell us all we need to know." Penny shrugged, "still I doubt my chances of learning Latin are that high." She replied. Leonard chuckled.
The two were just getting into bed, when there was a knock at their door. Groaning slightly Penny got to her feet and opened the door. Behind it stood Amy, "yes Amy?" Penny asked sleepily, "can we talk?" Amy asked, her voice sounded shaky. "Sure," Penny replied, casually the two walked out onto the porch. Sitting down Penny waited for Amy to speak, but instead she remained silent.
Penny smirked, "so what do you want to talk about?" she asked, pretending she didn't already know. Amy sighed, "It's just well now that Sheldon's going to wake up its just…" Penny shook her head, "you're worried about the reveal of his nature and how it will affect the two of you?" Amy nodded. "I mean I still like him, I like him a lot," Amy said, "but…but…" Penny nodded, "you're worried you're going to be too different for each other?" Penny asked.
Amy sighed, "Sort of," "well," Penny said, "I think you knew from the start that Sheldon wasn't going to be a standard man." "Yes," Amy said sadly, "And I didn't want that, I didn't want an normal guy, all the normal guys I've ever met have hated or ran away from me, I liked him because I had finally found somebody who I could talk to without them running for the hills, who agreed with me on my views and points, who…"
"Okay, let's just stop there," Penny said, "why you liked him initially isn't that important, what is, is are you sure you still like him?" Amy paused "yes I like him," she said, "I mean he's great, he's so intelligent and he's strong willed." Amy paused and smiled slightly "He's tall, he's handsome, I love his broad shoulders, his thin hips, his silky smooth voice, the fact he gets and understands me in a way that no one else does. Plus to be honest you have to admit he looks sexy with wings." Amy smiled happily. Penny shook her head, "well you clearly do, so that's not a problem and he evidently likes you, so you're both starting on a good pitch."
Amy nodded, "I suppose," she said, "but what about all the other things? All the differences?" Penny tried to speak, but Amy hadn't finished, "So many things I liked about him because I though he was unique, are simply what is natural for him to have. So many things we shared, he has a reason for and I don't. Where does that place me? Am I the normal for a different race of being?"
"And all this mysticism? All of it? Until recently, I never considered any of it any more than a remote possibility at best and a waste of imagination at worst. Now I find out that not only is it all real, but the person who's encouraged me to reject any lingering beliefs in such things I still had, is actually part of it?" Amy shook her head.
"Um Amy," Penny said, but Amy still hadn't finished. "I'm a scientist? How am I supposed to except all that I've seen? How do I explain it? How does it fit into my world? And Sheldon's such a big part of my world, how does he fit in?" Amy shook her head again, "and that isn't even the worst? I mean does are relationship even have a point? Can I carry on having a relationship with someone who isn't even biologically like me?" "Amy?" Penny said worriedly.
Amy hung her head sadly, "Still I suppose that's how it is for loser Farah Fowler, the only guy who actually liked me, the only guy who I actually could have a chance with turns out to not even be human." "Amy!" Penny said more urgently. "I'm so much a freak I could only fit in with an unnatural race of monsters that shouldn't even exist." Amy said sadly. "Amy!" Penny shouted. Amy paused; Penny was no longer looking at her she was staring behind her.
Slowly Amy turned her neck; standing in the door way of her room was Sheldon. He stared at the two of them, he hung his head. As Amy watched a single tear fell down Sheldon's face. Amy felt like she had been punched in gut, she tried to think of something to say. However before she could Sheldon simply turned and walked off. Amy sat there watching as Sheldon headed off, quickly vanishing into the distance.
Amy turned to Penny, "Go after him." Penny urged. Frantically Amy turned and ran after Sheldon. Penny shook her head sadly, before turning to return to bed.
Amy wasn't able to run very far, she was in no shape for that. Nether the less she didn't stop, she had to find him. But where was he? Looking around Amy couldn't see any sign of Sheldon, she gulped as her own words echoed through her head 'isn't even biologically like me… not even human… unnatural…shouldn't even exist…" Frantically she started running again, where was Sheldon?
Eventually she found him, a little way out of town, sitting on a park bench on a small hill. Slowly Amy approached; Sheldon was just sitting there not facing her. Carefully Amy walked up towards him, then she hesitated, what did she say? Would he be angry? Would he be miserable? What did she do? Amy tried to compose her thoughts when Sheldon spoke, "are you just going to stand there or do you want to join me?"
Startled Amy was taken aback, surprised that he knew she was there. Unsure Amy edged closer and sat down on the bench next to Sheldon. She hesitated slightly, before slowly turning to face him. He wasn't looking at her; he was staring ahead of them. Amy couldn't tell in the dim light, but she felt sure his eyes were distant. Amy paused unsure, but then she took the plunge. "Sheldon, about what I said, I didn't mean it like that, I'm sorry I…"
Sheldon shook his head solemnly, "no your right," he said sadly, "I'm not human; I wish I was, I have wished for it my entire life, but the sad fact is I'm not." Shaking his head he got his feet and walked forward. The dim light of his wings fluttered around. Looking over the horizon he shook his head again, "If I was human I wouldn't have these," he said suddenly aggravated and with that he smashed his fist into his left wing. Sheldon let out a slight scream and buckled slightly. Amy rushed to his side, but Sheldon straightened himself.
As he did the two found themselves staring straight at each other. Sheldon tried to speak, and seeing his eyes Amy was shocked by just how sad they were. "Is there no answer?" She asked, "No way out, no solution?" Sheldon sighed and shook his head, "No," he said sadly, "No way, I was born a Nephilim and I'll be one till I die, and that is all there is to it. There is one cha... But no, nothing!" He shook his head, "and even if there was, I don't know if I could do it, I've spent my whole life like this, if I was to change it all so suddenly would I be able to cope with the changes?"
Amy nodded sadly, she paused unsure, what did she say next, her boyfriend was clearly very sad, purely because of her selfishness and insensitivity, and to make him feel better, she had asked him if it was possible to cure him of his race of being? What was she thinking? What was wrong with her? Unsure what do next, Amy just gulped and did the only thing she could think of. Leaning forward she hugged Sheldon.
Sheldon was surprised not expecting this; however he didn't try and push her off. Amy held her arms around him for a few minutes, before quickly letting go. "It's okay," she said calmly, "everything is going to be okay." "Is it?" Sheldon replied, "How can you possibly now it will be?" Amy paused, "because," she said, "This is you you're talking about; you're Sheldon Cooper, if anyone can make sure it is it's you." Sheldon sighed and shook his head; "I wish that…" he stopped suddenly. His eyes opened wide in horror. "No." he murmured.
Amy spun round, but she could see nothing. Sheldon was staring into the distance, "no, not that, please." Sheldon murmured. "What is it?" Amy asked, Sheldon didn't reply he just ran off. Amy tried to keep up, but Sheldon's legs were long, he ran a lot faster than she did and he didn't tire as quickly. Amy emerged into the town; they were standing on the edge of the town, standing in the middle of the alley Amy stopped to pant for breath. Only for a pair of arms to reach out and grab her from behind.
A hand wrapped around Amy's mouth stopping her screaming, Amy tried to struggle, but the hands were strong, they pulled her into the shadows. Amy frantically tried to break free. "Stop it, it's me," Sheldon hissed. Amy stopped struggling and Sheldon let go, "Sorry," he whispered, "but you've got to be quiet, it's dangerous here." Amy was confused, but Sheldon pointed to the edge of the alley. A series of Shadows danced along the walls. Almost silently, Sheldon crept to the edge of the wall, Amy followed behind. The two stuck there heads round the end.
In the alley were about thirteen or so men and women, they stood in an almost ring around a strange ominous shape drawn onto the floor. It was two arrow heads inter crossing with circles at the end of each lines and a long straight line going through the point where the arrow head's crossed, also with the circles at the each end of the line. In the centre of each circle was a lit candle. The two pulled back and stood round the wall, "What's going on?" Amy asked. Sheldon paused unsurely, "have a look," he whispered, reaching forward he took of Amy's glasses "with my eyes." He placed his hand onto of Amy's head, "Deus communico prospectus." He muttered.
And for a moment Amy was blind she could only see darkness. And then it was like her eyes suddenly opened. Her vision was fuzzy; she repeatedly blinked, hoping to clear it. And as she did she was shocked by what she saw, the whole world, it was so different. Even now in the dim light it looked so bright, looking forward she could see the bricks on the wall on the other side of the street as if they were right in front of her, she could count the number of chips in them and she somehow knew exactly how far away it was. And the colour, it was like nothing she had ever seen before, everything had so many different shades, so many different sights. It was better than Hd.
"Have a look," Sheldon said, staring Amy found she could just see the air particles shaking as he spoke, it was incredible, it was as if her vision was constantly shifting range, focus, sight and so many other things all at once. Her head was starting to hurt, but Amy didn't care, it was incredible, everything was incredible. And then she looked round the corner, what she saw almost made her scream.
The figures still stood around the symbol, but they were no longer men. They all were hunched slightly, with hairy bodies, and goat like heads, complete with curved horns sticking out of the top. For teeth they had fangs and they had glowing red eyes. Their bodies were wild and wind struck. Their hands were grizzled and almost hoof like in texture, complete with long curved nails. Amy pulled back. Sheldon took his hand off her head and everything went black. When her vision cleared again, Amy found her glasses back on her face, Sheldon standing next to her. "Demons!" she whispered. Sheldon nodded.
Turning back the two stared. Another demon walked forward towards the one standing over the symbol. He handed him a baby goat. The animal bleated softly, pressing its nail against the kid's stomach split the demon split it open, letting its blood spill out onto the Sigil. Calmly he spilled a bowl of herbs upon the sigil and then the demon spoke".מאסטר הו, בשמו" של שטן מגיהינום עלייה"
There was silence; the demon walked backwards joining the others in the oval. All eyes stared upon the Sigil and watched. And then the wind suddenly blew the candles out. "Oh No," Sheldon murmured to himself. There was suddenly a great rumbling and the earth began to shake around, them. Amy fell backwards, but Sheldon grabbed her and pulled her in close, holding her against him, the demons didn't seem to notice. The symbol began to glow and then it caught fire, the flames shot upwards, before suddenly retreating back down. The ground stopped shaking. As the smoke began to clear a figure emerged out of the smoke.
It was a man, a tall, handsome man, with light brown hair and blue eyes. He was strong and muscular; a yet looking at him it was clear he was but a shadow of his former beauty. He was dressed in long black robes. He wore several rings on his fingers, each one was silver. Out of the top of his head, were two long straight pure black horns. As he stepped forward the horns began to retract into his head before they completely disappeared, his robes shifted into a suit. Around him all the demons kneeled. Looking around he smiled. Suddenly he looked up straight at Sheldon.
Sheldon grabbed Amy and pulled her back. Holding her close, he muttered something under his breath, there was a sudden fluttering noise and the two of them vanished.
Leonard smiled; he was having such a lovely dream, Penny lay beside him, also asleep. There room was silent and there was a fluttering noise. "GET UP!" Sheldon shouted, both Penny and Leonard sat up in bed. "Wha…what?" Leonard groaned, "Get dressed, we have to go." Sheldon shouted. He turned to Amy, "Amy go get Howard and Bernadette up, then grab your own stuff, I want everyone really in five minutes, go." Amy nodded and ran off.
"Sheldon, what's going on?" Penny asked, "We've got trouble," Sheldon replied, "hurry get dressed." Still unsure the two of them climbed out of bed, "Sheldon what is it? What trouble?" "What do you think?" Sheldon snapped, "Demons?" Leonard replied. Sheldon nodded. Frantically the two of them ran forward, putting on their clothing and grabbing there things. Howard and Bernadette, followed by Amy ran in.
"Sheldon what's going on?" Bernadette asked, "Amy said you watched a demon being summoned?" "We did," Amy replied, "I saw them, they were horrible, inhuman monsters, like nothing I've ever seen before in my whole life. They summoned this other one; he seemed to be there leader." "Is," Sheldon said calmly, "He is there leader."
The others turned to face him, "Sheldon what are we dealing with?" Penny asked, "Another Alastor?" Sheldon shook his head, "no, not another Alastor. Alastor was just a third rate homicidal demon of vengeance, what we saw was something much much worse." The others paused in aspiration, "What you saw Amy," Sheldon said calmly, "is a sight few have seen and lived, that was no ordinary demon that was the demonic Lord Azazel."
"I've heard that name before," Howard said, Sheldon nodded, but the others stared at him, "Az…who?" Penny asked. "Azazel," Sheldon replied, "The scapegoat? Demon of the wild? Lord of temptation? Teacher of heaven's dark secrets? Corrupter of man? Leader of the Se'irim? You've never heard of any of this?" The others shook their heads, Sheldon sighed, "remind me to give you all along lecture on demonology when we have the time." Sheldon said exasperated, "I can't keep giving these lectures."
"So he's bad?" Penny asked, "Bad?" Sheldon asked, "Azazel is one of the Lords of hell, he is one of the most powerful and dangerous demons of them all, almost all other demons fear him, he is beyond any scale of evil known to man." "So he's very bad?" Penny asked. Sheldon gave her a look. "So he's the leader that the demons mentioned?" Amy asked. Sheldon paused, "probably." He said.
"Sheldon," Leonard said worried, "what do you mean probably?" Sheldon sighed, "Well it may be nothing," he said, "but Azazel is the master of the Se'irim." "What's a Se'rim?" Amy asked, "what you saw back in the alley," Sheldon replied, "Goat like demons, also known as hairy demons or the hairy ones. There demons of the wilderness and the wild. Resound for being strong, ruthless and very dangerous, even by demon standards. There quite rare, it's been almost a thousand years since anyone saw any more than four of them at one time and even then it's almost impossible to see them outside the middle east. Evidently they've massed together and travelled to America, because there masters finally got them to mobilise for the first time in almost three thousand years, but all those demons we saw in that alley, they were all Se'irim."
"And?" Penny asked, "it's just, all the demons we've met up this point have been normal demons, not Se'irim, it just strikes me odd, why wouldn't Azazel simply send his most dedicated followers, especially if he's managed to amass so many into one place?" There was a pause and then Amy spoke, "Sheldon," she said timidly, "what?" Sheldon asked, "Your wings have dimmed." Amy replied.
The wall suddenly blew open, in the force of the blast everyone was sent sprawling forward. Groaning they got to their feet to be met with a horrible sight, standing in the doorway was about a dozen figures. In the centre of them was another man, a big quite fat middle aged man, with black hair and brown eyes, he also had greasy skin. He was dressed in fancy clothes and wearing several gold rings, he also had a golden chain around his fat neck it was attached to an amulet, on the amulet was ascribed something in Hebrew. Reaching into his pocket he drew a cigar, putting it in his mouth he held his own finger bellow it. A flame emerged out the end of his finger. He took a long deep puff of the cigar, before breathing it out slowly.
Smiling he walked forward, the others stayed close behind. Sheldon's eyes opened wide as he stared at him, "Mammon!" he mummed in shock. The demon smiled coldly, "so we meet at last young Nephilim, I was beginning to worry that I wouldn't get to see you." His eyes flicked around at the group, "and look you even have so many potential customers for me to snatch," his eyes fixing around, he finally stopped on Howard, "I like the look of that one," he chuckled coldly. "Look at this," Bernadette snapped, holding her Cross up before him.
The other demons trembled slightly and stepped back. But Mammon just laughed, "Little girl," he said coldly, "do you think to a thing like me, a thing like that means anything?" "Why don't you come over here and say that?" Bernadette asked. Mammon's smile faded, his eyes fixed upon the cross, before almost imminently pulling away, he made no efforts to move. Evidently he hadn't expected his bluff to be called.
And then his smile returned, "I have a better idea," he said coldly, "how about I do this…" he pointed his hand up. The celling above Bernadette suddenly shattered, screaming she jumped backwards, her cross fell from her hands and was crushed by the rumble. "…And you come over here." He flipped his wrist and suddenly Bernadette was pulled along the floor towards him. "Bernadette," Howard shouted trying to rush forward, but Sheldon held him back.
Bernadette tried to crawl away, but Mammon grabbed her by her leg and hoisted her into the air upside down. Bernadette screamed and tried to struggle. Watching her Mammon laughed, he casually took another breath of his cigar, before blowing the smoke in Bernadette's face. Before turning back to Sheldon, "Any way I think we have a lot to talk about." "We have nothing to talk about." Sheldon replied coldly. Mammon chuckled, "I think your forgetting who I am," Mammon replied, "You're a demon, just like the rest of them." Sheldon replied, "I'm hardly a demon," Mammon replied, "And I dislike being compared to them, unlike those brutes, I'm a simple business man, if there's something you want, I can give it to you… for a price. If there's something I want, I will get it. So Doctor Cooper, what do you want?"
There was a pause, "Come on," Mammon urged, "That's the beauty of human nature, you're all the same, every last one of you. Your all looking out for something to own, be it money, respect, power, possessions, no item to big, no price to high, I can give it to you. And that is what I intend to do, you can have whatever you want; all you need to do is ask. So tell me Nephilim, what do you say?"
"What do I say?" Sheldon replied, "That is simple Deus Do me Lucis clarius." Quickly Mammon tried to shield his eyes, but it was too late. The blast of white light shot through the room, even brighter than it had in the barn. Holding his eyes, Mammon dropped Bernadette. Sheldon staggered slightly, his wings were no longer glowing. He quickly steadied himself, "come on," he shouted. Charging forward Sheldon grabbed the dazed Bernadette, hoisting her over his shoulder. Snarling he brought his fist into Mammon's face, knocking the fat demon to the ground, his cigar went flying. Not even slowing he ran through the line of demon, sending the blinded demons flying, the others ran after him.
Throwing everything into the truck, they all dived in. Sheldon laid Bernadette down in the back before diving in himself. "Get it started." Sheldon shouted, turning back he knew they had seconds till the blast wore off. Penny fumbled with the keys, the engine choked, "Come on," Penny shouted, the engine spluttered, "come on." Sheldon kicked forward, the Engine choked to life. Penny slammed her foot down on the accelerator and they shot forward. Mammon emerged out of the room, turning he saw them shooting away. His eyes narrowed, "Follow them," he snapped at the still blinded demons. Each turned and tried to run, more afraid of him than there lack of sight. Annoyed Mammon produced another cigar and took a breath as he watched his followers.
"Okay who was that?" Leonard shouted from Sheldon's side, "Mammon," Sheldon replied, "Demon of Greed, he's another Lord of Hell." "Like Azazel?" Penny asked, Sheldon nodded, "He's not as powerful as Azazel," Sheldon said, "but he is just as dangerous." "And he's also after you." Leonard said amazed. Sheldon nodded, "Two of Hells strongest demons are following us." Suddenly Penny screamed.
Standing in the road in front of them was another figure. A tall thin man, he had sharp brown eyes and a crooked nose, with a thick black beard and wild black hair. He was dressed in all black clothing that somehow seemed to radiate darkness so much that it actually stood out against the normal darkness of the night. He also had long thin fingers. Smiling coldly he raised his left hand up at them.
The truck suddenly skidded to a halt just in front of him. Penny fumbled again, but the engine was dead. The still lit head lamps, lit him up even better, he had had pale wrinkled skin and pure white large teeth, which were always visible when he smiled. Behind him stood about a dozen men and women, all of which were actually very good looking, a highly promiscuous way.
Sheldon stared in terror at the figure before him. "Asmodeus!" he mummed in horror. Still smiling, Asmodeus waved his left hand, and with that the doors to the truck locked. Sheldon slowly turned his head to face Leonard, "Make that three of Hell's strongest demons are following us." He said in shock and terror. Slowly Asmodeus began to walk round the car towards them...
I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I should add the next one some time in the next week or so.