Siberia was living up to it's reputation. The snow was driving hard. It had to be something big to bring us all the way out here. I held my man tight to protect him form the cold even though it was making it harder and harder for me to move.
A pale person in white furs seemed to grow right out of the the snow. they removed their goggles and looked us up and down with deep blue eyes. “Didn't know you brought a date, Max.” her female voice said patronizingly in a heavy Russian accent.
How could she See Me?!
Even though I could barely move I pulled my white face out of my body that I had turned into a big black fur coat to protect my master from the cold. I flashed my red eyes and hissed at her so she would know I was well fed , and had teeth.
That bitch was trouble, and what was worse is that I could sense he wanted her.
The woman lifted her arms slightly and and with a twist of her wrists the winds began to blow in a cyclonic circular pattern around us rapidly building up a wall of snow around us. The a corridor in the snow opened leading down at a steep angle.
As things grew warmer I was able to move again. I began to take shape at my lord's side, locked in his arm and moving beside him. I made myself very shapely, with long flowing red hair to my lower back, gem encrusted jewelry, elegant black lace gloves, bone white skin, and a pure black shadow dress with a long train. This slut was going to know she was not the only girl in the room who could put on a show.
Twist was silently following us is a heavy green army surplus coat as we emerged into some sort of control room lined with monitors, maps, and computers. Servants came out and removed the woman's coat. She was in some sort of dark green form fitting paramilitary body suit. She screamed weapons and sex, with pockets, holster, knives, guns and ammo.
“ I need to talk to you alone, Max.” she said.
He turned , and gently kissed me on the cheek. “Please go to our room, unpack, and get Mr. Twist something to eat. It was a long flight for him.” I held his hand and nodded.
She looked at Max for too long as she removed her hat, and flipped her hair seductively like an exile form a shampoo commercial. “ ...umm, yes take the help to his room please.”
I followed the scarred man in the paramilitary uniform because he asked. In the room and quickly stretched out and expelled three large steamer trunks I had stored in shadow. While always casual Twist sat down and lit up a cigarette smiling at my vexation.
“the HELP!! ...THE HELP!! I have a very special relationship with my master, I am no crazy old lady!” I fumed
Twist nodded, but continued smiling “ That is Zelda's daughter.”
...Oh sorry , I got angry just thinking about it, I should tell you what I mean by crazy old lady.
It all starts with the tooth....
Way back in the ancient days, when people got both smart and stupid enough to summon demons, then try and work out arrangements, it wasn't working well. There were a lot of happy well fed demons, a lot of people who became food, and a lot of bosses didn't get what they wanted because the people became food too fast. So they came up with the tooth.
The tooth, it is somewhat like a sweet tooth, but calling it that would be gross understatement. It is a taste for the person you are bonded to. It solved combined with extended service contracts meant that you couldn't eat the person you were bonded to until close to the end of your term other wise you would start. Even if you cut them up and rationed yourself it wouldn't be good for more then a year at max, and with at least ten years left on your contract that could be a long time.
It may sound unpleasant to you, but it really isn't provided your master isn't trying to break you. Your master blood flesh, and secretions are sweet, intoxicating, enhance your senses, calorie free, and a little can go a long way. Their blood is like a well aged wine, their sweat is like a river of your favorite apple juices form your favorite apples on your favorite tree. Even rancid toe-nail clippings can taste like Turkish delight. It can bring back warm memories of when you were human, and with out it you grow stiff and tired. The fresher the better.
Now, I am part of a hugely under-rated class of demon's called shade demons. We shape-shift, we merge with shadows, and are a true pain to track down if we go awol on assignment. So The powers that be decided to give us a very very powerful tooth. Our masters can be highly addicting, then sensations we get off them are so potent, but the worst of it is when even the demon lords started using the tooth on us themselves, turning us into what I call “crazy old ladies”.
It goes like this, a demon buys you, typically your memory is wiped so you don't know if you are two or ten thousand. Next your new master treats you well, even spoils you for a few months or years, then gives you an assignment, says you didn't do well, even if you did, and deprives you of the blood you need to move, but gives you enough to keep you conscious, so you can spend years as some aware inanimate object, only getting to move when they are feeling generous. Try staying as as a semi-conscious footstool for a decade, and see how your sanity is preserved. Then they bring you out of it, and pamper you for some time again before they repeat the process until you are finally so glad to have freedom of movement and be free of hunger at all that you willingly bond yourself to them too deeply, largely forgetting your own identity, living in them living some sort of symbiotic organism, grooming them, sharing you powers, and. happy to be drunk on blood, and devouring delicious flakes of skin. Some greater demon-lords have several “ Crazies” bonded to them.
So you can see why I think I have it pretty good with Max. I have my own cottage over looking the pool. I have a car, television, and not so much clothes to wear as fabrics to sample. I am first fed, and well fed. There aren't constant mind games, and displays of power, but this isn't going to excuse him being with her now.
He is talking to that bitch in the white silk shirt, I shed for him painfully from a form I had shifted to at the time because he liked it. The demoness tried to get through the door to see her master, but protective runes were carved into the stone around the door that made it impossible for her to leave
Max went to the bar, and poured her her favorite drink. She rested her arm on the desk, and looked at him.
“So does Mrs. Religious Know you are getting blow-jobs from a shade demon bound to you, and addicted to all your bodily secretions.” The Russian spat out.
Max slowly exhaled, he knew she always got mean when the pressure got to much for her cool headed, self, and that wasn't often. It had to be something significant if she called him out for a meeting after they way they left things a few years back. Instead of going to a long explaining about his present situation, he simply unbuttoned and dropped his oversized white silk shirt to to ground as he kept his back to her revealing the elaborate tattoos of a demon-lord on his back.
“ My god Max, you didn't !?! ” she said in an alarmed voice.
He turned to her with the drink he had made for her, set it on the desk '” Well Lilith, The good thing about knowing where you will go when you die, is that you have time to decorate the place, and fill up the bar.”
She came around her desk and embraced him. Shocked he put a hand on her shoulder, partly because he had always been strongly attracted to her, and partly because he knew she kept a knife there.
It came to his mind the time they were in Thailand, and she was mowing down soldiers with automatic weapons in both her hands laughing and barking orders as the blood splattered in her face. It came to mind The time She lit her pipe on a smoke corpse after she had thrown in incendiary grenade into the room. He remembered the time they were lovers on the beaches of Bali on a stack of drug money they had stolen. He remembered they time she left him for dead. Then the impossible happened, a tear from the iron Frau slid from her cheek on to his.
“Max...”she said softly “ I was on a... dig..and ...They have our boy...”
“Umm..We have a boy?” Max got a crooked smile on his face and patted her on the rump with his free hand
Look for our Next exciting Adventure....
Max Patski and his Demons Versus The Vampire Kings Of Mongolia
Thursday, August 7, 2008
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
Big Trouble in Port Kaier
Big Trouble in Port Kaier (Kaier Bride 5 prelude)
Cacamao Estate, Kaierian mainland....
The Grand chief had ordered my husband to Port Kaier to bring back some important shipments, but I don't think he really considered all the possibilities. If My husband and his drives run into the port brothels, not only could our household become destitute, but the entire rim river economy could drain through the mechanism of his formidable hungers. This worries me, but I am too emotionally vested in it too sense things clearly.
I hope the natural and sustaining joys of a large and happy household enter in his thinking. I think he would miss sitting on his house throne while his mates rub their pregnant bellies against his legs while they paint his fingers and toes. I hope he remembers When we would place the feather crown on his head and color his cheeks to show our household pride to the entire village.
Port Kaier...
The large doors opened from the underground tunnel filling his nose with the fragrant scents of home while his eyes filled with visions that exceeded his most optimistic hopes for the afterlife. He stood in the doorway blocking other men with his mouth open staring.
Women scantily clad in silks walked overhead in transparent suspended catwalks. Women hung from the ceiling on swings by caged songbirds. Their were fountains, paper lanterns, plants, and erotic ceiling frescos behind the large marble columns awaiting him and his dumbfounded smile.
It was the moment the doorman had been dreading for over a week, since he had begun hearing about exhausted women at other establishments, He heard about how His obsidian eye gave him the ability to see peoples shadows move in the future and predict their movements. He had heard about His Magic warclub that would cut through a man after it had cut through a tree, and there was the matter of his tattoos. The large man placed a sweaty palm on Cacamao's chest as he began to stride forward. “ Umm..sir...” he said.
Cacamao stopped and looked down at the man as he narrowed his eyes. The serpent heads that were sewn into his shoulders hissed in his ears. He drew his warclub, while the doorman protected his face with his arms, and prepared for death.
Cacamao turned his back to the doorman and looked into the underground tunnel. He gestured towards the two shaman that escorted him to take up opposite sides of the doorway.
The flowers suddenly began to blossom and bloom putting out an impossible eye watering amount of pollen. He swung his war-club back and forth making it whistle as the obsidian teeth on the sides began to vibrate and rotate into a black blur.
Two corpses that had plant vines running through them leaped at him hungry for his blood. A single swing of his blade removed 3 legs in one swing. The symbols on the outside of the war club began to glow. Vine tendrils from the potted plants near the door stretched out and begin to reknit a structure to the severed legs. The patrons and women began to flee screaming into the private rooms.
2 more living dead minions leapt over the fallen ones only to be simultaneously cut off at the chest, but the blow was over extended and The war-club stuck half way into a marble column.
The Shaman blew dirt from the palms of their hands on the the man/ Plant abominations that began to burn them almost as fast as the vines inside that were moving them and they left trails of smoke behind their frenetic charge vines grew out of them and latched on to the overhead catwalk to pull them selves forward.
A retreating woman fell from the catwalk into Cacamao's arms when they shook the it. He set her down, but the distracting quality that had served her well hear gave the creatures a grasp on his legs. They began to chew at his legs with their rotting teeth.
The Shaman chanted in unison cutting away at the unholy foliage with bone sacrificial knives. The room grew warm from the words of power, and bubbles grew out of the air the popped into small electric bursts.
Cacamao tried to fight his way upright, but they were growing around him as they dug into his flesh. They hand made his body limp up to the waist. Before they could reach his chest the tattoos of coiled serpents around his arms began to glow a dull red. The glowing red outline of the serpents extended out from his arm tattoos. They grew until they were the length of a man. He used one to prop himself upright while the other ripped apart the creatures attacking him. The shaman finished the job. They offered some words of blessing to the water in a fountain. The creature stayed dormant once they were inside the waters.
A new walking plant corpse had come in from the tunnel. He had flowers sprouting from him, He was covered in barnacles and sea plants. He wore the Caiman skull of a Panchayyah Shaman. The air in the room began to warm with a wet air that the followed the corpse The door man slammed a small piece of statuary into it head from behind as it advanced . It sent him spinning with a claw across his throat that left a trail of warm blood.
One of the Illuminated serpent outlines extending form The Panchayyah prince grabbed on to the arm That had lashed out at the doorman barely too late to prevent the blow. It moved the arm away from the Plant driven zombie as fast as the plant vines could grow from it's body and keep it connected, but faster then they could solidly hold and move it. He placed the arm in the fountian where the water had been blessed. He placed the arm in the water. The vines did as plant vines will do and carried the water back to the main body, and as they did they left a trail of black ash.
At the same time a shaman had removed something that looked like a cross between a large blowgun and a blunderpuss. The wide mouth had a rack of needles already stored in it, as he removed the wax and hide covering. He blew and green smoke came out. The needles shone with supernatural power as they drove a whole the size of a man's head in the former Shaman's torso.
The last shaman had cut his thumb, and blood trailed down grooves in the links of a bone and ebony whip. His blow removed one of the legs.
The illuminated serpent tatoo returned to it's master, and coiled itself around the fist he placed it in the hole that had been made by the blowgun blast. The serpent uncoiled itself into a spiral that torne through the quivering body leaving a still animated head to fall to the ground with a trail of smoking roots and nerves.
One Shaman began gather the ashes, and tosses them into the fountian whose waters were turning black. The plants in the room began to show several months of growth. Cacamao Picked up the head and gazed into it with his obsidian eye. The other shaman wrapped brown gauze around the neck of the doorman.
A stunning woman with long blonde hair dress in red and green silks came out on to a balcony and asked “what happened ?!”.
The doorman weakly pointed to the head, and then to Cacamao, whose reputation had preceeded him before he passed out. The Panchayyah prince of the land began to speak without moving his gaze from the head.
He spoke “It appears that he was an exiled shaman who a crew that specialized in illicit cargo had been using to purify water. When he died the fear the death blossom of the living land, so they tossed him over board not thinking that it would only anger his spirit.”. He looked down at the fallen doorman, saying “See what happens when you are in inhospitable to the Panchayyah.”. Then he continued “ His ship is still adrift at sea and flowering with death. It should be destroyed from far away with blessed burning oil.” He tossed the head to the shaman who had been attending the doorman who ran off with it to notify the authorities. Life had returned to his legs. He began to remove his stuck war- club, before he looked up at the woman transfixed.
The woman speaking was the lady of the chameleons, She was the owner of the establishment. She had been seen on the arms of powerful men, and was notorious in her own right. Now the only men she would be with were ones that were lucky enough to spin a wheel when they purchased a night of pleasure in her house. One could gauge her status and desirability by the brisk business it brought for the once or twice a month she would lay with a man.
“ Enjoy any one here tonight for your help, Prince Cacamao.” She spoke
He removed his war-club, and pointed up at her.
2 days later she emerged from her chamber. The room smelt of the powerful ointment the prince had given the nightwalker.
“ Ladies I have an announcement...”
Vote for the next installment...
Assault on the Flowering Death Ship
or
Kaier Bride Five: The Newest Addition
see previous stories at..
http://panchayyah.blogspot.com/
Cacamao Estate, Kaierian mainland....
The Grand chief had ordered my husband to Port Kaier to bring back some important shipments, but I don't think he really considered all the possibilities. If My husband and his drives run into the port brothels, not only could our household become destitute, but the entire rim river economy could drain through the mechanism of his formidable hungers. This worries me, but I am too emotionally vested in it too sense things clearly.
I hope the natural and sustaining joys of a large and happy household enter in his thinking. I think he would miss sitting on his house throne while his mates rub their pregnant bellies against his legs while they paint his fingers and toes. I hope he remembers When we would place the feather crown on his head and color his cheeks to show our household pride to the entire village.
Port Kaier...
The large doors opened from the underground tunnel filling his nose with the fragrant scents of home while his eyes filled with visions that exceeded his most optimistic hopes for the afterlife. He stood in the doorway blocking other men with his mouth open staring.
Women scantily clad in silks walked overhead in transparent suspended catwalks. Women hung from the ceiling on swings by caged songbirds. Their were fountains, paper lanterns, plants, and erotic ceiling frescos behind the large marble columns awaiting him and his dumbfounded smile.
It was the moment the doorman had been dreading for over a week, since he had begun hearing about exhausted women at other establishments, He heard about how His obsidian eye gave him the ability to see peoples shadows move in the future and predict their movements. He had heard about His Magic warclub that would cut through a man after it had cut through a tree, and there was the matter of his tattoos. The large man placed a sweaty palm on Cacamao's chest as he began to stride forward. “ Umm..sir...” he said.
Cacamao stopped and looked down at the man as he narrowed his eyes. The serpent heads that were sewn into his shoulders hissed in his ears. He drew his warclub, while the doorman protected his face with his arms, and prepared for death.
Cacamao turned his back to the doorman and looked into the underground tunnel. He gestured towards the two shaman that escorted him to take up opposite sides of the doorway.
The flowers suddenly began to blossom and bloom putting out an impossible eye watering amount of pollen. He swung his war-club back and forth making it whistle as the obsidian teeth on the sides began to vibrate and rotate into a black blur.
Two corpses that had plant vines running through them leaped at him hungry for his blood. A single swing of his blade removed 3 legs in one swing. The symbols on the outside of the war club began to glow. Vine tendrils from the potted plants near the door stretched out and begin to reknit a structure to the severed legs. The patrons and women began to flee screaming into the private rooms.
2 more living dead minions leapt over the fallen ones only to be simultaneously cut off at the chest, but the blow was over extended and The war-club stuck half way into a marble column.
The Shaman blew dirt from the palms of their hands on the the man/ Plant abominations that began to burn them almost as fast as the vines inside that were moving them and they left trails of smoke behind their frenetic charge vines grew out of them and latched on to the overhead catwalk to pull them selves forward.
A retreating woman fell from the catwalk into Cacamao's arms when they shook the it. He set her down, but the distracting quality that had served her well hear gave the creatures a grasp on his legs. They began to chew at his legs with their rotting teeth.
The Shaman chanted in unison cutting away at the unholy foliage with bone sacrificial knives. The room grew warm from the words of power, and bubbles grew out of the air the popped into small electric bursts.
Cacamao tried to fight his way upright, but they were growing around him as they dug into his flesh. They hand made his body limp up to the waist. Before they could reach his chest the tattoos of coiled serpents around his arms began to glow a dull red. The glowing red outline of the serpents extended out from his arm tattoos. They grew until they were the length of a man. He used one to prop himself upright while the other ripped apart the creatures attacking him. The shaman finished the job. They offered some words of blessing to the water in a fountain. The creature stayed dormant once they were inside the waters.
A new walking plant corpse had come in from the tunnel. He had flowers sprouting from him, He was covered in barnacles and sea plants. He wore the Caiman skull of a Panchayyah Shaman. The air in the room began to warm with a wet air that the followed the corpse The door man slammed a small piece of statuary into it head from behind as it advanced . It sent him spinning with a claw across his throat that left a trail of warm blood.
One of the Illuminated serpent outlines extending form The Panchayyah prince grabbed on to the arm That had lashed out at the doorman barely too late to prevent the blow. It moved the arm away from the Plant driven zombie as fast as the plant vines could grow from it's body and keep it connected, but faster then they could solidly hold and move it. He placed the arm in the fountian where the water had been blessed. He placed the arm in the water. The vines did as plant vines will do and carried the water back to the main body, and as they did they left a trail of black ash.
At the same time a shaman had removed something that looked like a cross between a large blowgun and a blunderpuss. The wide mouth had a rack of needles already stored in it, as he removed the wax and hide covering. He blew and green smoke came out. The needles shone with supernatural power as they drove a whole the size of a man's head in the former Shaman's torso.
The last shaman had cut his thumb, and blood trailed down grooves in the links of a bone and ebony whip. His blow removed one of the legs.
The illuminated serpent tatoo returned to it's master, and coiled itself around the fist he placed it in the hole that had been made by the blowgun blast. The serpent uncoiled itself into a spiral that torne through the quivering body leaving a still animated head to fall to the ground with a trail of smoking roots and nerves.
One Shaman began gather the ashes, and tosses them into the fountian whose waters were turning black. The plants in the room began to show several months of growth. Cacamao Picked up the head and gazed into it with his obsidian eye. The other shaman wrapped brown gauze around the neck of the doorman.
A stunning woman with long blonde hair dress in red and green silks came out on to a balcony and asked “what happened ?!”.
The doorman weakly pointed to the head, and then to Cacamao, whose reputation had preceeded him before he passed out. The Panchayyah prince of the land began to speak without moving his gaze from the head.
He spoke “It appears that he was an exiled shaman who a crew that specialized in illicit cargo had been using to purify water. When he died the fear the death blossom of the living land, so they tossed him over board not thinking that it would only anger his spirit.”. He looked down at the fallen doorman, saying “See what happens when you are in inhospitable to the Panchayyah.”. Then he continued “ His ship is still adrift at sea and flowering with death. It should be destroyed from far away with blessed burning oil.” He tossed the head to the shaman who had been attending the doorman who ran off with it to notify the authorities. Life had returned to his legs. He began to remove his stuck war- club, before he looked up at the woman transfixed.
The woman speaking was the lady of the chameleons, She was the owner of the establishment. She had been seen on the arms of powerful men, and was notorious in her own right. Now the only men she would be with were ones that were lucky enough to spin a wheel when they purchased a night of pleasure in her house. One could gauge her status and desirability by the brisk business it brought for the once or twice a month she would lay with a man.
“ Enjoy any one here tonight for your help, Prince Cacamao.” She spoke
He removed his war-club, and pointed up at her.
2 days later she emerged from her chamber. The room smelt of the powerful ointment the prince had given the nightwalker.
“ Ladies I have an announcement...”
Vote for the next installment...
Assault on the Flowering Death Ship
or
Kaier Bride Five: The Newest Addition
see previous stories at..
http://panchayyah.blogspot.com/
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
Patski/Demonic Twist 101
Max patski is a composite of several personalities ranging from Robet Evans to Chuck Barris. I am currently tweaking him out, and developing him for comics and short story form.
He is a 1970s celebrity with limited mental abilities, and hedonistic tendencies. He also has been bonded to a pair of demons.
Panchayyah 101
The Panchayyah are a tribe group I play in a game of interactive fiction on a world called Celandra where players act as entire Societies as opposed to individuals.
The Panchayyah are wild forest dwellers who worship snakes. I barrow heavily from Meso-American influences as well as some Indian and African cultures.
Some of the other societies that I reference are
Kaier: a long time friend of the tribes, and active merchantile culture
Milakanur: hated enemies a slave-holding desert tribe
The Bhaktim are supernaturally powerful serpents who are ambasadors of the snake god.
http://wiki.phoenyx.net/Celandra
Naming Demons epilouge
EPILOUGE
It was a dark subterranean cave dimly lit by oil lanterns hanging from spikes hammered into the cave wall. The cave was warm and humid with a gentle sulphur smell coming form the springs that heated all the gently rippling water in the lagoon like basin of the cave.
A Ten foot high creature was operating a simple pump fumigator spraying a fluid on to a half dozen black pods that coursed with blue veins that were nested in an over-sized sticky web. The creature had the roughly size and shape of a grizzly, but it was covered in rust colored armored plates. As it's coarse voice hummed a simple melody it's large frog like mouth opened to reveal several rows of fearsome teeth. It's eyes rotated around like an iguanas, but hosted oversized human style pupils. The Creatures back had a large armored carapace like that of a horseshoe crab, but with spikes some of which that grow to over a foot long. Several small long-limbed yellowish Imps flipped amongst his spines contentedly in very loose timing with his singing.
A sultry femine voice called out to him echoing in the cave. “ That is enough Mr. Wrench, We don't want them to hatch too soon.” “Come get your treat.”
The giant monster Turned and ran through the water toward the voice like an excited child leaving a couple imps to splash in the water.
The demoness appeared to reclining as she reached with a long back ropey limb, and pulled an whole-sale plastic container of peanut butter out of it, and form near by another limb grabbed some oversized syringes filled with blood. She unscrewed the top of the peanut butter, and injected the syringes into it, as the massive rust colored demon anxiously shifted it's weight from foot to foot in anticipation. She handed Mr. Wrench the jar, and he began to eagerly lick at it with his center tongue. “better go tend to the imps.” .
The rust colored demon ran off quickly with considerable displacement of water.
Upon closer examination the the demoness wasn't reclining at all , but propping her self up, having turned the center part of her body into a living hammock while long black limbs tended a bellows like pump that was moving blood into glass jars. A puff of smoke came out from between the ample and comforting bosom she had grown for the occasion. The demoness elongated her neck to follow the plume of smoke upward and enjoy it's smell looking at it with some fascination in her glowing red eyes.
Max took the cigar from his his mouth. He wore a white silk shirt that was completely unbuttoned. In the center of his chest was a black muscular demonic mass with one big red eye, and a small mouth. Max place the cigar in the creatures mouth with the arm that didn't have tubes coming out of it. The creature took a couple quick puffs right away.
“Keeping a house of thirsty demons fed is more work then I thought. If twist didn't help me regenerate so fast we all would be in trouble.”
The long neck of the demoness twisted her long neck around to face max as nestled comfortably in her breasts. “ don't worry love, stores are almost up to normal”. She kissed him as her long forked tail moved in time her gentle rocking of him. “Happy Birth day, Max. I got something for you.” she said as she looked across the quiet water to the black pods that Mr., Wrench had been spraying.
It was a dark subterranean cave dimly lit by oil lanterns hanging from spikes hammered into the cave wall. The cave was warm and humid with a gentle sulphur smell coming form the springs that heated all the gently rippling water in the lagoon like basin of the cave.
A Ten foot high creature was operating a simple pump fumigator spraying a fluid on to a half dozen black pods that coursed with blue veins that were nested in an over-sized sticky web. The creature had the roughly size and shape of a grizzly, but it was covered in rust colored armored plates. As it's coarse voice hummed a simple melody it's large frog like mouth opened to reveal several rows of fearsome teeth. It's eyes rotated around like an iguanas, but hosted oversized human style pupils. The Creatures back had a large armored carapace like that of a horseshoe crab, but with spikes some of which that grow to over a foot long. Several small long-limbed yellowish Imps flipped amongst his spines contentedly in very loose timing with his singing.
A sultry femine voice called out to him echoing in the cave. “ That is enough Mr. Wrench, We don't want them to hatch too soon.” “Come get your treat.”
The giant monster Turned and ran through the water toward the voice like an excited child leaving a couple imps to splash in the water.
The demoness appeared to reclining as she reached with a long back ropey limb, and pulled an whole-sale plastic container of peanut butter out of it, and form near by another limb grabbed some oversized syringes filled with blood. She unscrewed the top of the peanut butter, and injected the syringes into it, as the massive rust colored demon anxiously shifted it's weight from foot to foot in anticipation. She handed Mr. Wrench the jar, and he began to eagerly lick at it with his center tongue. “better go tend to the imps.” .
The rust colored demon ran off quickly with considerable displacement of water.
Upon closer examination the the demoness wasn't reclining at all , but propping her self up, having turned the center part of her body into a living hammock while long black limbs tended a bellows like pump that was moving blood into glass jars. A puff of smoke came out from between the ample and comforting bosom she had grown for the occasion. The demoness elongated her neck to follow the plume of smoke upward and enjoy it's smell looking at it with some fascination in her glowing red eyes.
Max took the cigar from his his mouth. He wore a white silk shirt that was completely unbuttoned. In the center of his chest was a black muscular demonic mass with one big red eye, and a small mouth. Max place the cigar in the creatures mouth with the arm that didn't have tubes coming out of it. The creature took a couple quick puffs right away.
“Keeping a house of thirsty demons fed is more work then I thought. If twist didn't help me regenerate so fast we all would be in trouble.”
The long neck of the demoness twisted her long neck around to face max as nestled comfortably in her breasts. “ don't worry love, stores are almost up to normal”. She kissed him as her long forked tail moved in time her gentle rocking of him. “Happy Birth day, Max. I got something for you.” she said as she looked across the quiet water to the black pods that Mr., Wrench had been spraying.
Naming Demons six
The great Demon's robe dropped to the floor, but did not reveal a human like body as indicated by the flow of his robe, but rather a body that was composed entirely of long branching red and brown segmented tentacles that recalled earth worms. Some ended in alien eyes, some ended in lamprey like teeth or in tiny bird like manipulators.
The fearsome monster Leaned it's entire long frame over to look max directly along eye level, Each of It's eye slots burnt two glowing swirling orbs the resembled intoxicating mini-suns as they shifted colors. They spoke to Max In a primal language far more sensual and more pure then words..
"You are ambitious Sheriff."
"almost as much as you are lucky.."
"These markings will insure your place as a lord, and allow you to more fully bind members of your house into service"
It reached with a wormy appendage and began engraving symbols into max's freshly regenerated flesh, with the stylus form the skull, along his shoulders and back. as It burnt the symbols into max the demoness continued to cradle him, and Ixtal spoke into his mind, advising him. Max attempted to stand up with a short lived burst of confidence only to fall awkwardly to the floor right away.
The Demoness Slinked up against his leg," Forgive me Lord, I had not been fed properly in so long, and your foot with the hole in it, and exposure to all the stomach acids it was only meat. I was so weak. Twist will help Knit you a better one." Max let out a sigh of exasperation as she shifted around him to help prop him up.
He stood with out a foot, in freshly bleeding tattoos, and his only intact clothing was His trustworthy, but recently burnt and bloodied Leopard skin print briefs. In the courtyard when he became Lord of the house. He allowed all the demons that did not wish to seek redemption Move to other houses. He also retained a contract with Ixtal, and only three greater demons out of three dozen remained. A small domestic staff of imps and lesser demons to maintain the house. He also activated the reserve clause in his contract with the night town council after He He used his new-found powers to declared The demoness Mrs. Necktie, as his second wife to insure her chance at redemption.
Max was sitting on an oversized stone throne in the barren fortress with the remaining demons while he was trying to get used to a new foot by wiggling his toes.
"Stacy Is really going to love the body art, Max."Twist laughed sarcastically in a changing voice as he returned to his human form. then He pretended he was going to slap his friend on the back in the midst of all the tender freshly marked flesh, before the two said their good byes. Max appearing to turn into a luminous gas and evaporate taking twist with him bringing them back into the "real world"
Max, exhausted rested his hands on the mirror as felt another trickle of blood run down his back from the markings. Steam from the shower was fogging up the mirror. He could feel himself nodding off there before he was going to work up the courage to go under the shower head his spouse insisted be set to " strip paint or sand blast".
an alarmed female voice cried "MAAAX!!" from behind him
He Nervously cast his eyes to the digital clock by the mirror ...
"...umm how was church, baby?"
- fin -
The fearsome monster Leaned it's entire long frame over to look max directly along eye level, Each of It's eye slots burnt two glowing swirling orbs the resembled intoxicating mini-suns as they shifted colors. They spoke to Max In a primal language far more sensual and more pure then words..
"You are ambitious Sheriff."
"almost as much as you are lucky.."
"These markings will insure your place as a lord, and allow you to more fully bind members of your house into service"
It reached with a wormy appendage and began engraving symbols into max's freshly regenerated flesh, with the stylus form the skull, along his shoulders and back. as It burnt the symbols into max the demoness continued to cradle him, and Ixtal spoke into his mind, advising him. Max attempted to stand up with a short lived burst of confidence only to fall awkwardly to the floor right away.
The Demoness Slinked up against his leg," Forgive me Lord, I had not been fed properly in so long, and your foot with the hole in it, and exposure to all the stomach acids it was only meat. I was so weak. Twist will help Knit you a better one." Max let out a sigh of exasperation as she shifted around him to help prop him up.
He stood with out a foot, in freshly bleeding tattoos, and his only intact clothing was His trustworthy, but recently burnt and bloodied Leopard skin print briefs. In the courtyard when he became Lord of the house. He allowed all the demons that did not wish to seek redemption Move to other houses. He also retained a contract with Ixtal, and only three greater demons out of three dozen remained. A small domestic staff of imps and lesser demons to maintain the house. He also activated the reserve clause in his contract with the night town council after He He used his new-found powers to declared The demoness Mrs. Necktie, as his second wife to insure her chance at redemption.
Max was sitting on an oversized stone throne in the barren fortress with the remaining demons while he was trying to get used to a new foot by wiggling his toes.
"Stacy Is really going to love the body art, Max."Twist laughed sarcastically in a changing voice as he returned to his human form. then He pretended he was going to slap his friend on the back in the midst of all the tender freshly marked flesh, before the two said their good byes. Max appearing to turn into a luminous gas and evaporate taking twist with him bringing them back into the "real world"
Max, exhausted rested his hands on the mirror as felt another trickle of blood run down his back from the markings. Steam from the shower was fogging up the mirror. He could feel himself nodding off there before he was going to work up the courage to go under the shower head his spouse insisted be set to " strip paint or sand blast".
an alarmed female voice cried "MAAAX!!" from behind him
He Nervously cast his eyes to the digital clock by the mirror ...
"...umm how was church, baby?"
- fin -
Naming Demons five
It was his favorite time of night, and he was in his favorite place. He laid on his back, stretched out his toes and moved a lock of her curly red hair out of his face. He looked up at the flat screen monitor mounted on the canopy of the bed that was playing some footage he took a couple weeks ago of his wife, and their raven haired nanny playing with the children in the park. he hit a button on the remote and the monitor slid down the canopy of the bed to move close to the foot of the bed, so he could look out the skylight.
He thought the removal of the mirrors from the canopy of the bed was one of the many happy compromises that resulted from his marriage, besides the 4 high definition cameras he sneaked in and link to the monitor, and a hard-drive in the control room were much more elegant. She referred to the extensive use of mirrors around the room as "very creepy and vaguely sinful."
He rolled his head to the side and kissed her sleeping brow as he though how he built this large octagonal room a veritable laboratory of seduction for an innumerable number of women, but that it ended up being completely changed by just one. the full bar now featured coffee and protein drinks. the heavy use of mirrors was replaced with a multimedia projection center that incorporated karaoke. She liked the cherubs, and the baby grand so they stayed.
Another thing that made their marriage work his wife's unique ability to sleep like a rock unfettered by a guilty conscious. In contrast her spouse only needed an hour sleep a day. He would periodically tease her about having an electronic timer wired into her brain stem. Even 7 months into her second pregnancy she was relatively hard to stir. Once he set his drum kit up a couple yards from the bed, and it still took her a couple minutes to stir after he began a poor gene krupa impersonation just to see what it would take.
He played with two remotes and a couple panels slid down to reveal a large tropical aquarium, while a couple more panels moved random colors in time with a string quartet that started playing as the round water-bed silently rotated. He moved his hand down her body to see if he could feel the babies move. in a few moments the low illumination in the room dimmed to complete blackness, and the music changed to a quiet jazz samba. Long stringy limbs of solidified darkness reached out and caressed max as a velvet, voluptuous, amorphous form took the shape of a woman laying against him on the opposite side of his wife. MAX looked at the glowing buttons on the remote and moved the monitor back up.
"Did you get the kids put to sleep?" he silently communicated to her through her warm touch as he rewound the video.
" Yes I read them the story about the owl and the frog. Orchid doesn't seem as nervous now."
"This is the footage from our trip to the park." he moved his arm with the remote around the demons who rested her white face on his chest. They laid silently watching the screen for a few moments smiling. she elongated her neck and moved her head so it hovered between max and the monitor, as the footage changed to older shots of the children. "Master, I had a couple questions about the night you killed Ivtxo."
"what was the deal with the pen you killed him with."
"Let me Give you a little background. I started to tell you the other day, in a sense there were really two marriages to Stacy. She admitted to me some time ago that she knew after a couple months of dating that we were going to eventually get married, but that she wanted to wait until she was more comfortable that I wasn't going to repeat my history with her. Then she came to think that I would go insane if we didn't consummate, and she didn't want a crazy husband, so she took a risk a got married a little earlier."
“Then later on around the time we renewed our vows it was the second marriage where where there was much more trust and security. Anyway, I am sure you remember me coming to you blubbering about the rocky early days."
"So just to condense the story a little one of the things I did to " earn" the second marriage was join the catholic church, and contributed over 12 million dollars to different projects."
"Like any business the salvation trade has to take care of it's best customers, so I made some connections, and was ultimately given access to some artifacts from the Vatican vault."
"I brought the pen to help seal the deal and liberate twist, having been told you had been promoted to another dimension. The point I stabbed the demon with is an ivory point carved from the knee bone of a grade- A saint, some African Martyr.. I forget the name. The other end was an uneven bronze tube that you would use to prick yourself and draw blood, and all together you would use the whole thing to sign a binding blood oath. I wanted to show him I was going to hold up my end of the bargain if he released twist to me. I never suspected it would become as useful as it did."
he moved his arm and reached up to caress the demon's chin.. looking into her eyes "looks like you are hungry. what is your other question?"
"What did you see when you were using the skull?"
Max breathed hard and paused "Well you better feed off me directly tonight, baby. The blood loss will probably help me get that story out." The ever shifting demoness sunk her fangs into his out stretched wrist as he began
The transition left he jarred He caught his flares on the bar, falling down on the cement by the pool. He could see numerous blurs of colorful motion moving to the sounds of the Grand funk railroad. he wasn't sure if he hired the light show or the drugs were digging in--could have been both. He scrambled up with a strange chemical grace and flung his leisure suit jacket into the shimmering sparkling hyper blue of the pool. then tore off his silk shirt and roared with a mad joy.
Timothy Leary was right about drugs expanding the mind and making new neural connections. In the case of Max Patski he was even a prophet. The next thing He could remember is her small frame struggling to pull him up the stairs, and propping him up against the foot of the bed. He smiled and gave her a thumbs up then struggled to crawl out to the deck, pulling himself up so his head could peek over the edge. he massaged his temple and began sending his pain and hangover out to the remaining party goers laying in various positions of compromise below, a little to each. With in three minutes he was completely sober.
Parts of a drum kit, and a borrowed stage light were in the pool, and the sound of retching had increased from below, as people began to stir. He looked out at the bite marks and tried to figure out what was written in lipstick all over his arms and chest. she had laid his suit out on the bed.
" You going to be late for another shoot, Max." she said weakly.
" I knew I had crossed a line with her. leaving her to clean up after dozens of stoned left-overs alone again. after shooting was done Lucy came into my dressing room, and burst into tears before she could say "I quit". The hug became a kiss that became a good hour on the sofa. It was for the best anyway, I had been noticing Her more over the past few months. She had the right combination of beauty, blind loyalty and selective vision. what followed were a happy couple of years for me. the bills got paid on time. there was always fresh dry-cleaning. I had most all of my freedom as long as I saved " our bed for us. I didn't even mind when she earned a engagement ring on her finger."
Lucy stood above him shaking screaming and crying as her make-up ran down her face, but all Max could hear was the veins throbbing in his head. " I was shocked and angry to see her like that. She had no idea what a hang over was. at best she would do a small cocktail after meeting a celebrity. Some black part of my mind wanted to teach her, so I flung the sum of the pain and intoxication at her from my mind."
Lucy staggered down the stairs. Max moved the arms of the triplets from Denmark off his chest, and thought only to throw on a bathrobe, as he realized he had been with the women in the bed he had promised only toher.
He leaped down the stairs. he found her face down in the pool with a twisted arm, and blood running down her nose. Max's mind, still heightened and looking for increased stimulation felt the last heartbeats of the two new lives growing inside her now lifeless body. He beautiful blues eyes has now become the Grey eyes that haunted him.
The bronze hands Retracted their needles and fell suddenly lifeless into Max's lap Leaving long trickles of blood down his chest and stomach.
The female demon still cradling his trembling form asked frantically "Did you get your name Max?"
"Mr. Grey" he hoarsely sputtered out.
Towering over Max was the great demon Ixtal. He stood 12 feet tall from the ground to the top of his large stag-like antlers. His head resembled a cow's skull with 2 glowing orbs in each eye socket. the rest of his body was wrapped in a long dark green robe.
He was rumored to be far more ancient the the lord Max had just slain.
He thought the removal of the mirrors from the canopy of the bed was one of the many happy compromises that resulted from his marriage, besides the 4 high definition cameras he sneaked in and link to the monitor, and a hard-drive in the control room were much more elegant. She referred to the extensive use of mirrors around the room as "very creepy and vaguely sinful."
He rolled his head to the side and kissed her sleeping brow as he though how he built this large octagonal room a veritable laboratory of seduction for an innumerable number of women, but that it ended up being completely changed by just one. the full bar now featured coffee and protein drinks. the heavy use of mirrors was replaced with a multimedia projection center that incorporated karaoke. She liked the cherubs, and the baby grand so they stayed.
Another thing that made their marriage work his wife's unique ability to sleep like a rock unfettered by a guilty conscious. In contrast her spouse only needed an hour sleep a day. He would periodically tease her about having an electronic timer wired into her brain stem. Even 7 months into her second pregnancy she was relatively hard to stir. Once he set his drum kit up a couple yards from the bed, and it still took her a couple minutes to stir after he began a poor gene krupa impersonation just to see what it would take.
He played with two remotes and a couple panels slid down to reveal a large tropical aquarium, while a couple more panels moved random colors in time with a string quartet that started playing as the round water-bed silently rotated. He moved his hand down her body to see if he could feel the babies move. in a few moments the low illumination in the room dimmed to complete blackness, and the music changed to a quiet jazz samba. Long stringy limbs of solidified darkness reached out and caressed max as a velvet, voluptuous, amorphous form took the shape of a woman laying against him on the opposite side of his wife. MAX looked at the glowing buttons on the remote and moved the monitor back up.
"Did you get the kids put to sleep?" he silently communicated to her through her warm touch as he rewound the video.
" Yes I read them the story about the owl and the frog. Orchid doesn't seem as nervous now."
"This is the footage from our trip to the park." he moved his arm with the remote around the demons who rested her white face on his chest. They laid silently watching the screen for a few moments smiling. she elongated her neck and moved her head so it hovered between max and the monitor, as the footage changed to older shots of the children. "Master, I had a couple questions about the night you killed Ivtxo."
"what was the deal with the pen you killed him with."
"Let me Give you a little background. I started to tell you the other day, in a sense there were really two marriages to Stacy. She admitted to me some time ago that she knew after a couple months of dating that we were going to eventually get married, but that she wanted to wait until she was more comfortable that I wasn't going to repeat my history with her. Then she came to think that I would go insane if we didn't consummate, and she didn't want a crazy husband, so she took a risk a got married a little earlier."
“Then later on around the time we renewed our vows it was the second marriage where where there was much more trust and security. Anyway, I am sure you remember me coming to you blubbering about the rocky early days."
"So just to condense the story a little one of the things I did to " earn" the second marriage was join the catholic church, and contributed over 12 million dollars to different projects."
"Like any business the salvation trade has to take care of it's best customers, so I made some connections, and was ultimately given access to some artifacts from the Vatican vault."
"I brought the pen to help seal the deal and liberate twist, having been told you had been promoted to another dimension. The point I stabbed the demon with is an ivory point carved from the knee bone of a grade- A saint, some African Martyr.. I forget the name. The other end was an uneven bronze tube that you would use to prick yourself and draw blood, and all together you would use the whole thing to sign a binding blood oath. I wanted to show him I was going to hold up my end of the bargain if he released twist to me. I never suspected it would become as useful as it did."
he moved his arm and reached up to caress the demon's chin.. looking into her eyes "looks like you are hungry. what is your other question?"
"What did you see when you were using the skull?"
Max breathed hard and paused "Well you better feed off me directly tonight, baby. The blood loss will probably help me get that story out." The ever shifting demoness sunk her fangs into his out stretched wrist as he began
The transition left he jarred He caught his flares on the bar, falling down on the cement by the pool. He could see numerous blurs of colorful motion moving to the sounds of the Grand funk railroad. he wasn't sure if he hired the light show or the drugs were digging in--could have been both. He scrambled up with a strange chemical grace and flung his leisure suit jacket into the shimmering sparkling hyper blue of the pool. then tore off his silk shirt and roared with a mad joy.
Timothy Leary was right about drugs expanding the mind and making new neural connections. In the case of Max Patski he was even a prophet. The next thing He could remember is her small frame struggling to pull him up the stairs, and propping him up against the foot of the bed. He smiled and gave her a thumbs up then struggled to crawl out to the deck, pulling himself up so his head could peek over the edge. he massaged his temple and began sending his pain and hangover out to the remaining party goers laying in various positions of compromise below, a little to each. With in three minutes he was completely sober.
Parts of a drum kit, and a borrowed stage light were in the pool, and the sound of retching had increased from below, as people began to stir. He looked out at the bite marks and tried to figure out what was written in lipstick all over his arms and chest. she had laid his suit out on the bed.
" You going to be late for another shoot, Max." she said weakly.
" I knew I had crossed a line with her. leaving her to clean up after dozens of stoned left-overs alone again. after shooting was done Lucy came into my dressing room, and burst into tears before she could say "I quit". The hug became a kiss that became a good hour on the sofa. It was for the best anyway, I had been noticing Her more over the past few months. She had the right combination of beauty, blind loyalty and selective vision. what followed were a happy couple of years for me. the bills got paid on time. there was always fresh dry-cleaning. I had most all of my freedom as long as I saved " our bed for us. I didn't even mind when she earned a engagement ring on her finger."
Lucy stood above him shaking screaming and crying as her make-up ran down her face, but all Max could hear was the veins throbbing in his head. " I was shocked and angry to see her like that. She had no idea what a hang over was. at best she would do a small cocktail after meeting a celebrity. Some black part of my mind wanted to teach her, so I flung the sum of the pain and intoxication at her from my mind."
Lucy staggered down the stairs. Max moved the arms of the triplets from Denmark off his chest, and thought only to throw on a bathrobe, as he realized he had been with the women in the bed he had promised only toher.
He leaped down the stairs. he found her face down in the pool with a twisted arm, and blood running down her nose. Max's mind, still heightened and looking for increased stimulation felt the last heartbeats of the two new lives growing inside her now lifeless body. He beautiful blues eyes has now become the Grey eyes that haunted him.
The bronze hands Retracted their needles and fell suddenly lifeless into Max's lap Leaving long trickles of blood down his chest and stomach.
The female demon still cradling his trembling form asked frantically "Did you get your name Max?"
"Mr. Grey" he hoarsely sputtered out.
Towering over Max was the great demon Ixtal. He stood 12 feet tall from the ground to the top of his large stag-like antlers. His head resembled a cow's skull with 2 glowing orbs in each eye socket. the rest of his body was wrapped in a long dark green robe.
He was rumored to be far more ancient the the lord Max had just slain.
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