Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Descent: Child of Shadows ❯ Chapter 10

Descent: Child of Shadows Ten

CRASH!

The front window of the bar exploded outward, the man hitting the ground and bouncing with the force of the blow. The bar was dimly lit, the patrons gazing in shock at the two women who stood confidently in the middle of the wreckage.

"Some of you might remember my last visit," Sam said pleasantly, the brown haired priest looking around her casually.

"Kill the bitch," a man leapt forward with a knife, clearly not having been there during Sam's last visit to the little dive.

The gun was drawn before he could even blink, the muzzle pointed directly between his eyes. As he started to sweat Sam smiled at him coldly, "You're mostly human and don't stink of sin." A little pause, "That's the only reason I'm not killing you right now."

"Which means," Descent said with a grin as the glossy black haired woman grabbed him and picked him right off the floor, "you're mine." He followed the first fool out the window with a satisfying thump as she turned to the crowd to smile toothily, "Who's next?"

"What do you want?" one man asked tentatively from the back.

Sam slipped her gun away noiselessly, the scent of incense and gunpowder on the air. "Someone defiled a temple," she said coldly, "and then murdered a nun there. I want a name."

Decent loudly cracked her knuckles as she let loose her usual restraints, her demonic side fully manifesting in a wave of dark power that swept across the whole bar. Her eyes glowed a sullen red, her long hair sweeping backwards as if by some invisible wind. She was menace personified, exactly as she and Sam had planned.

"Shit," a man whispered.

"A name," Sam repeated, reaching to pull something out from her coat.

"We don't know," an anguished voice cried.

The two women studied the crowd silently for a long moment, then on some invisible signal turned away. "Spread the word," Descent said dangerously, "let all your little friends know. We want the name and we'll be making your lives hell until we get it."

There was a moment of dead silence in the bar until they were sure they were gone. "What the hell were they?" one of the men at the bar finally breathed out, the stain on his pants clearly showing he had pissed himself sometime during all the excitement.

"A crazy priest and a demoness," the bartender scowled. He got on the phone and dialed, waiting impatiently until it was answered before he demanded, "I'm paying you people for protection, damn it! Where were you?"

"What happened?" the woman's voice responded quietly.

"A demoness and a friggin' crazy priest is what happened," he howled, "coming in here, busting up my bar and threatening my customers!"

The voice was a purr, "What did they want?"

"To know who hit that temple and killed the nun," he scowled.

A moment's silence then, "We'll handle the repairs to the bar in the usual fashion, and you have my assurances we'll deal with this little problem."

Sitting in her high-rise office Lina put the phone down with a click, the icy blonde in a fine suit frowning slightly. She picked it up again a few moment later and hit the speed dial, waiting before it was picked up to ask, "Grace?"

The controlled voice answered simply, "Yes?"

"I think we can confirm that Descent and the Priest are working together," Lina reported to her quietly, "they're busting up bars downtown looking for Selene."

"Well isn't that interesting," Grace murmured. There was a moment's pause, "Inform your people on the street to steer clear of them for now."

"Why?" Lina raised elegant eyebrows in surprise.

"Are you questioning me?" there was no change in Grace's tone of voice but Lina suddenly felt a chill run down her spine.

"No, mistress," Lina blurted submissively.

Grace actually laughed softly, "I'm not your mistress, girl." More seriously she explained, "Certain private contractors are coming in to deal with our little problem, and I'd rather not have our people get in the way."

"Understood, ma'am," Lina answered. Grace hung up the phone a moment later and Lina sighed softly, a bit surprised by the pulse of excitement she had got from being threatened by Grace. 'Too bad she belongs to Diana,' she thought, 'body and soul.'

"Ma'am?" one of her lieutenants stuck his head into the office, his black suit crisp and neat. All her people dressed well, they knew the consequences of not taking care of their appearance. His blonde hair framed a beautiful face, blue eyes gazing at her intently.

"Yes?" Lina asked, the pulse of her blood drumming in her ears.

"The shipment is ready to move out," he said.

Lina rose smoothly, "Let's see." They went down to the shipping dock, Lina studying the boy thoughtfully, 'Such a pretty face.'

A crate was carefully opened for her and he reached in to the tank within, fishing out a slightly wriggling object. It looked a bit like a thin worm, tiny tentacles waving out from one end. "The parasites are a hot street commodity," he explained needlessly, "in exchange for just a bit of blood and tissue they continuously trigger the brain's pleasure center."

"How long does the user last before they die?" Lina asked curiously.

"A week or so," he answered, "it varies from user to user. They become remarkably compliant, too, so blissed out they don't care."

"May I?" Lina took it from his hand, studying the little creature thoughtfully, watching it wriggle a bit on her palm. "Have they been tested? We've had bad shipments comer in before from the lower realms," she asked.

"No, ma'am," the slim blonde conceded.

"An error that's easily rectified," Lina said casually.

With astonishing speed Lina reached out to grasp him by those silky locks and yanked him off balance, bringing the creature right up to his face. The symboite knew exactly where it needed to go, wiggling up his face into the nose with remarkable speed.

"No!" he wept, frantically clawing at his face as the bulge swiftly slipped up his nose then disappearing into his nasal cavity. "Grlick," an incoherent noise as he felt is slipping across the surface of his brain seeking it's target then he stiffened.

Lina watched with interest as he went stiff, those blue eyes going almost comically round. He shuddered, moaning as a substantial bulge formed at his groin, dropping to his knees as his legs gave out. His expression was pure bliss as he gazed mindlessly into the distance.

"Looks like it's a good batch," Lina said calmly. She looked up to meet her other employees' eyes, men and woman gazing back calmly. "Bette, you're second in command," she nodded to the little brunette, "get the shipment out."

"Ma'am," Bette nodded crisply. She looked down at the blankly gazing boy and asked, "What do you want us to do with...?"

"I'll handle it," Lina dropped her voice to a purr, "go."

The men and women were out of the room in only moments, the crates loaded up on the truck and moving out. There was a soft sound behind her and Lina turned, seeing the boy gazing up at her adoringly. "Wahhyy?" he managed to get out.

Lina casually reached out with her dress shoe to drive her heel into his groin, bringing forth a moan of pleasure as the parasite converted his pain to pleasure. "It was nothing personal," she explained as she dug her heel in, "I just had to make an example of someone."

There was a shudder and a spreading wetness soon covered his crotch. Despite the orgasm he remained rock hard, the bulge actually growing larger. Lina reached down to tug at his tie and he stumbled to his feet like a puppy, looking at her eagerly.

"You know I think we're going to have a lot of fun," Lina said as she used the tie to lead him from the room, "at least until your brain gives out."

To be continued....