Sunday, August 25, 2013

15 home sweet home (for demon lady)

Eventually he did decide to start up a conversation with her. He asked her where they were headed how far it was and why the spot she had chosen there versus any other random spot they had passed so far. She told him that it was still pretty far off that it was actually more a part of the Agoth sphere then the gault was. And that she wanted a place there ever since she had first laid eyes on it. The Idea of leaving Johrahnthreavers Gault was exciting he knew that different places in the spheres could be extremely different from each other. Not like earth where the laws of physics were pretty much constant and an environmental event in one place always had an effect on another place. Here there could be a cloud of fire moving just like a cloud of miasma he had not seen one yet but Volnam told him to be prepared to see anything there and that most likely none of it would be good. They made two more breaks to stretch and then Niath stopped at what Asmodan could only register as kind of a beach. He stared dumbfounded at what was stretched out before him for are far as he could see in any direction. The sky as ever was unchanging with the same omnipresent sick light that came from everywhere at once and had no source, endless drifts of brownish miasma here and there stretching out into the horizon.  But maybe a hundred feet from where he stood the crystal floor dropped away into a churning roiling ocean of reddish liquid the crests were frothing and what seemed to spray up from them didn’t come back down it evaporated upwards into wisps that disappeared into the sky. It was insanity to watch. The Oceans at home had a rhythm waves washed in crashed on a beach and drained back out into the sea. Here they fought in every direction causing constant liquid collisions that sent the evaporating spray into the air. Further out from the shore he could see flashes of light and on further inspection he found them to be massive gouts o flame that seemed to randomly spew forth from the red liquid. Initially the Warlock wanted to assume the superheated red stuff was blood because come on how would that not fit horrifying landscape and sizzling oceans of blood? But he never really entertained the idea for more than a second. Logic kicked in and he thought things like where could this much blood come from? What would be keeping it from clotting? Then safely he decided that it could not possibly be blood but the question that was left to him was, what is it then? Finally Niath approached him as he pondered what he was looking at.
“Is it not terrible and beautiful to behold?”
“It is something that’s for sure. What is it exactly?”
“I guess it is most commonly called the red sea. Sometimes it is called the burning sea.”
“So are we here because you want beach front property?” 
“No not beach front. I want my own island retreat.”
“So you are saying that you want to take me out over that?”
As he spoke he pointed out at the monstrous sight before him.
“Yes but do not worry the flying above that will be easier than what we have done so far. The heat makes gliding much easier.”
“It wasn’t the flying over it that I was worried about it was the falling into it. That had my attention.”
“I will not drop you. I cannot, I have promised to take you back.”
“It is too easy from humans to break their words it makes it hard to believe that someone else will not break theirs.”
Niath looked like she was going to say something but did not and instead moved to pick the human up and begin their long flight. Asmodan did not like that last leg of the trip out. He saw things in the red sea beneath him. Sometimes faces not heads with faces but just faces that appeared in the water and then vanished in the madness that was the seas frothing surface. He did see demons in the liquid as well. Massive forms some tentacled others finned some winged they would break the surface and then recede back into the depths. At one point something did manage to spot them as they glided overhead.  It was a white skinned thing. A humanoid torso with a large wedge shaped head it almost reminded him of a wedge of white cheese on a thin neck but as it watched them go and Asmodan got to see it at different angles he realized it was more of a hammerhead shark shaped head than anything else but not smooth curved like the shark it was sharped edged like it was cut from steel. The head had many eyes placed seemingly at random over top of the head. He never did see a mouth and he didn’t see horns either. As he noticed himself checking it for horns he laughed inwardly at himself. Even if it had ten horns how would he get them? The thing had mantis like arms and hands, and as it dived back into the sea he noticed it was one of the things he had seen parts of earlier with the tentacles, it had several of the things he had no way of knowing how many. He did notice that they were not like the tentacles of an octopus they didn’t seem to have the little suction cups all along one side. They were smooth all the way around but looked like they had a curved talon or hook at the end of each one. The heat was intense even at the height that Niath was maintaining and each time he thought about it he noticed again that he didn’t seem to sweat at all. At one point he came close to dozing off he wasn’t sure if it was boredom or exhaustion from the heat he did know that he didn’t want to be asleep if something were to happen and he be dropped into the mess beneath him.  Finally there was an island before them it was just a speck in the sea as they got closer Asmodan noted that it was maybe a quarter of an acre and reached probably thirty feet into the air. It was more of a column than an island. It just jutted bluntly up out of the sea alone in the middle of nowhere. The warlock began to understand why she had chosen this place. It was secluded enough. Asmodan thought they were coming in to land and instead Niath began to circle around.
The Warlock’s confusion vanished as he noticed movement on top of the pillar. Something was down there. Niath knew that the human would panic if she were to let go with one hand to point out what she had spotted so instead she reached around with her tail and tapped him and pointed. He reached up and tapped her shoulder to let her know that he understood.
“I cannot let anyone that knows of this place leave it alive. Present company excluded of course.”
“Of course. So what is it? I’m assuming that you can see it more clearly than I can.”
“There are too many demons in the abyss to know them all. It is larger than either of us, I see no weapons which means nothing. Let us land and see what we see.”
“You know that killing whatever it is will be hard right? Really hard?”
“Even with the assistance of the most powerful Warlock?”
“Yeah even with that. I knew what to expect with the Kirogoth, I don’t here. Besides I’m not the most powerful Warlock. I’m the only Warlock.”
They landed on the far edge of the massive pillar giving plenty of space between them and the other demon.  They hadn’t been on the ground for a second before a massive voice boomed over them.
“Who dares invade the realm of Catabacsh!”
Niath moved to step forward and begin talks with the thing but Asmodan held out his hand to stop her. He moved towards the demon. It was a Morganoth he knew as soon as he was standing at ground level with it. The demon was gigantic when Niath said it was bigger than the two of them she was severely understating it. He also knew that it was not an uncommon caste of demon in the abyss. They were almost the common thugs of the abyss. They were definitely a product of the realm of the destroyers. Massively muscled they looked like something that was supposed to have been a bodybuilder that could never fit itself into the building to take home the mister multiverse trophy. This prime specimen was close to eight feet wide shoulder to shoulder and four times that shoulder to foot. He looked shorter due to his natural crouch. His arms were wider around than the Warlock was at his own shoulders. Asmodan had nicknamed them pitbull demons when Volnam had first introduced them to him. And that came from the square muzzled canine head. They were like hairless crop eared pit bulls or some other massively muscled fighting dog that man bred at one point or another. Its skin if that’s what the demon flesh could be called was similar to Volnam’s. It looked more like skinless muscle than in a reddish purple tint than it did actual skin. The only reason that the Warlock knew that there was skin was because the thing had no internal organs laid about on the ground. When asked about that detail Volnam assured the Warlock that there were in fact skinless demons that did have visible organs they were usually some sort of fluke a soul that began to develop into a demon but was not taken by a caste and didn’t figure out a way to properly configure its self for eternity. Whoever it was that this Catabacsh had modeled himself after had been something to behold. Danny knew that their eyes ranged from a series of reds to a few shades of yellow and this one had the deep glow in the dark red that horror movies love to fall back on. Asmodan would have loved to stare longer but the object of his attention was not looking to wait for him to finish.
“Surly a Beast as great as Catabasch is only joking when he claims a speck of an island such as this one as his realm?”
Asmodan called back as the demon began to pace in a manner similar to a tiger at the zoo when he knows someone is about to start tossing food in for him. He had his plan for the thing he just needed to get the right situation to make it most effective. They were not stupid demons if he remembered correctly but they weren’t scholars either. 
“I’ve come seeking you Catabasch.”
“Do you know of the Warlock?”
He knew that he was about out of talk time he thought he had maybe a second of two more but he was wrong. As soon as he finished the question the brute was barreling towards him. He had planned for it, was expecting it. Asmodan was learning that if he gets the chance to plan something out he usually does ok. The Demon was well within Asmodan’s arms reach which meant that he could have been yanked up by the demon at any point with in the last four or five feet such was the length of the things arms. He noticed that the mouth was wide open and that it was planning on getting its grip on him with its maw not it’s hands.
It was as instant here as it was with the fel lynx. The Morganoth froze in place in a sort of kneeling position. He could see that same look in its eyes as he did in the Kirogoth’s. But only for a second as the Kirogoth maintained a level of extreme hate and desire for vengeance, the Morganoth was showing a similar mix of hate and confusion.
“As I was saying, I was looking for you great Catabasch. I will have need of you in the not so distant future. I have had a vision and in that vision I am attacking a city in the material realm I take the city and once it is mine other mortals try and take it back from me. But they cannot and the reason that they cannot is because defending my great city is the fierce Catabasch and his army. Do you understand now why you cannot attack me once I release you? If you do you will miss a chance to do battle in the mortal realm. I am going to release you now and you are going to move back a respectful distance and we are going to make a bargain. I have foreseen it so you cannot disobey me. If you do I will command you to seek the bottom of the red sea and stay there for a million of my mortal years. You know that I can the same as you know that you had no choice but to submit when I commanded that.”
Asmodan waited a few seconds. His heart was racing. He knew he was pulling almost all of what he was saying out of his backside but it seemed to be coming to him like it was the truth. He looked the demon in the eyes held his stare a minute longer and then told him to sit and deal. 
The Demon did as he was told and as he sat down Niath still behind the mortal had to stop her jaw from hitting the ground. She did not think that the human had the focus to deliver the command as smoothly as he had. When he had used the word on the Kirogoth it had felt strained to her. Granted she was dealing with her own issues and was laid out on the ground some feet away. She moved over to stand behind and to the right of the human. She even assumed an air of subservience to him. There was no harm in making it seem like she was in the charge of the warlock should this all work the Morganoth might assume that she was off limits and under the Warlocks power and protection. Asmodan noticed and grinned at her, he knew exactly what she was doing. Through a long conversation mostly using the mind speak the warlock and the dog faced demon came to a series of agreements surprisingly the human did not try and bind the demon to an actual bargain but instead they came to a series of understandings. Niath was sure that most of it was stemming from the demon agreeing that it would be bad to spend a million earth years beneath the red sea. Something would most surely eat him in that time something would most likely also eat whatever ate him as well.  As it was later explained to Niath, Catabasch had no clue that it was in his future to raise an army of goatmen, shadows and Morganoth and that his force once gathered would be taken to the material realm and used to conquer and keep a mortal city that was home to more than four hundred thousand souls. But he was open to the idea that it could happen. He knew others that he could gather could force to serve him. But it would take him time to gather them and use them to gather others. It was agreed that he would need to go soon to begin and that he would await the Warlocks call.
Not long after they had finished their conversation the Morganoth rose up and moved to the edge of the island and was preparing to dive in when Asmodan stopped him.
“What weapons are used amongst your caste?”
He asked the brute. It happily went over the many things it had used to kill with over the years and they finally decided on a square edged cleaver war blade sword like item. It had no hilt the blade was a little longer than the Warlock was tall. The handle was another three feet on top of that it was mostly a rectangular bar with some notches in it so it didn't slip when it was covered in gore. At one point in the discussion of weapons Asmodan asked about the value of a weapon carved from the crystal that formed most of the land. Catabasch explained that it made fine weapons because they were invincible and could not be dulled, but that they were what they were and that so few demons actually had a mastery over fire needed to make such weapons that they were far spread and few in number many ended up being hoarded or restricted in the regions where things could be restricted. Often but randomly in the conversation Asmodan could feel the demons desire to rip him asunder break his bones and eat the marrow inside. Or to flay him and use his skin to make a loincloth out of or maybe a purse to tie at his waist to keep the skulls of smaller things in. Always the demon suppressed these urges and that was something that the Warlock was thankful for. By this point Asmodan we pretty sure that he could be cultivating a future resource. Once they were finally done and Asmodan had a good idea of how this demon would conduct battle. He moved over to the patient succubus lounging on long raised portion of the island something similar to a square edged couch or maybe a long deck chair. She did have the look of someone tanning themselves when he approached her she looked up at him.
“Ahh is the great one now going to give me the attention that I so badly need?”
She had the succubus influence in her voice turned way up. It seemed to roll off of Asmodan like water though and he ignored it completely.
“Where do you want your entryway made?”
 She was up in an instant and on her way to the tallest point of the pillar. It was maybe fifteen feet taller than the rest of the mass of crystal and probably only six feet wide before it matched up with the outer Cliffside and fell away down into the water.
“Do you plan on entertaining larger guests?”
“I would prefer it if I had a hard time making my way inside.”
“Warlock I do not want that thing knowing that I am setting up dwelling here I want none to know. We must kill it.”
She told him mentally. He shook his head at her. Telling her that he was not onboard with that plan.
“I think that I will need him later. I am sending him away from here and I will most likely keep him busy. He will not be back. What are the odds of him finding this place again anyways?”
“It is a sure thing. Most if not all demons can return to a place that they have already been. None are lost in the abyss only those who do not belong in the first place.”
“Wow look at that I am learning new stuff all the time. OK I have a plan for him and I will include you in it. But you will owe me a favor later on.”
“Out of the question. We already have a deal I’m not making another with you.”
Asmodan shrugged at her.
“OK that’s on you. You could have a part time body guard or you can handle him yourself whenever he decides to show up. And in the future he will be armed and armored.”
“What are you planning to do with him?”
“That’s for me to know. Not you.”
Finally Asmodan called the Morganoth over to where he and Niath stood and told him to watch. Slowly the Warlock called his fire he focused it much like he had when he had made the small greenfire star that he had then set loose on Oristhnx’s back. Once it was something small enough that he felt he could work with it in enough detail to do details with he set to work cutting the image he had in his mind out of the side of the wall in front of him. There was no special effect the crystal just evaporated the way that it always did when fire came into contact with it. Miasmic smoke billowed up into the sky to join the massive drifts that were already present.  By the time he was finished with the first item he fell loose to land on the ground at his feet. It made an odd crystalline clanging sound when it hit. And looking at something that was thin enough to be transparent though smoke tented  and watching it fall the way that it had made him want to reach out and catch it but he did not. This weapon would never break it wouldn’t dull it would do its job probably long past the end of his own world assuming no one took a blowtorch to it.
“Pick it up and hold it out for me.”
He told Catabasch. The demon did as instructed. As the blade was held aloft the warlock went to sharpening it. He had read books on the edges of swords and blades and such when he was doing his research on the demon blade that he was sure was hiding somewhere in japan.  He knew that two fine an edge could shatter. If it was made of steel. But this could not so he focused with his mind not his eyes he created an image of something that was so fine that a mortal hand would not be capable of shaping it. And that was what he created as he passed his flame over the left and right sides of the edge of the war blade. When he was done he also cut plates of armor to fit the demon and a helmet all plain and without detail just smooth featureless plates that could be attached with hooks that were also carved from the crystal once he was finished Catabasch was outfitted with chest and back plates shoulder and forearm guards thigh and shin guards which would later need straps to hold them on. When the topic of straps was raised, the demon asked how attached to the succubus the Warlock was. He then went on to point out the flesh of her legs, wings and tail would work excellently.  Niath began to give Asmodan a look that was someplace between worried and annoyed and the Warlock finally stated that he had a plan for her much like the plan for the Morganoth himself.  This seemed enough explanation for the fiend and he turned his attention back to the blade he hadn't let his hands off of it since taking it up even when fitting on pieces of armor to make sure they were the correct size he never sat it aside.  Once everything was complete it was agreed that the pieces that he could not wear now would be left out on the open here on top of the island and once he had the straps he needed he would come for them. Asmodan also explained that if his task was completed and a functional force was raised and loyal that all the armaments that the demon currently had would be upgraded and that those that joined the force would be similarly outfitted. Finally after making the request of a gorget to cover from breastplate to helmet and explaining that among his caste going for the throat was a first, second and last approach. He finally threw himself into the red sea and began to swim away.
“He just threw himself in?”
“He does not have wings how do you think he got here?”
“It’s madness in there pure freaking madness I know it’s mad. It made mad faces at me. And the heat. That’s… that is just…”
Asmodan stopped watching the beast bobbing along in the swirling roiling liquid and just shrugged his shoulders.
“As long as he is gone. And why is he leaving some of his belongings here that guarantees that he will return probably as fast as he can find someone to use that sword to skin and make straps out of.”
“How far in that direction until he finds land?”
“That was it is twice as far as we traveled to get here.”
“It will be a while before we have to worry about him again. And look I am already started on your entryway. Notice the angles that I have been cutting at. There is no way that anything with a skeleton any larger than me can make it inside.”
From that point on they were making a tower from the top down. The entryway went back several feet and narrowed to the point where Niath’s wings completely folded up made it almost too tight for her to fit sideways into the space it then stayed that way for almost two feet and was followed by a sharp left turn that widened to the point where she could walk normally to a stairway that spiraled down ten feet and opened into the first room that room had two adjoining rooms one to the left and one to the right and in the far side of the main room another stairwell was cut. It led down to the next set of rooms. Asmodan knew he was going well beyond the terms of the deal she wanted a hidey-hole like what he had been using and this was bigger than a lot of houses he had seen if he added a few more levels down it would be close to a mansion level sized place. He was using it as a method of practice and Niath sure didn't object.  He created door panels that could be closed and then bared so that once closed she did not have to worry about most interlopers. He started cutting furniture as he went first smooth block like items and after a little bit of playing with it he was making rounded items that were decorative as well as functional.  Some of which Niath began to take and move into the upper levels that had started bare. The level of effort that he expended was close to nothing, he only needed to use fire and with a sweep of his arm he could have the basics of a room carved out in a cloud of expanding miasma, then he would use the miasma to fuel more fire and on he would go. Finally once he was feeling truly tired he dropped himself onto a smooth crystal version of a high-backed chair that he had seen in a movie a long time ago. It wasn't soft and inviting like the one he had modeled it after but it was better than the solid flat floor that was his other option at the time. Niath was looking from one room to the next walking from floor to floor. Obviously excited by the turn things had taken for her.  The Warlock stood as she came back down from one of her trips and stopped her.
“You are happy with the place then?”
“You do not know what you have made in this.”
She purred to him in response. She was moving towards him as he spoke. She moved so slowly so smoothly. The warlock was beginning to get drawn in by the rhythmic sway of her.
“OK knock that off or I turn it all to smoke now!”
She stopped as quickly as she had begun.
“I am sorry it is hard to not seduce it is kind of what I do. I’ve never had to hold it back this long before. I just let it do what it wants and see where it takes me.”
“Yeah well with me you will learn some self-control or you will pay for it,”
“I do not understand. I was not controlling it earlier and it had no effect on you.”
“I think it has to do with my focus. But it’s not for you to test. If you ever cause me to do anything with you that you seem to want to get me to do with you I will incinerate you. I’m not kidding I know I’ve made the threat before. But my heart belongs to someone and it always will and if you ever cause me to betray that her I will level you and whatever landmass you happen to be on or over or in when I do it.”
“Calm Warlock calm. It is unintentional I assure you.  What I do is as natural to me as your flames seem to be to you.”
As she spoke she pointed to his hands which had begun to gather a greenish halo around each and from each halo the distorting effects of heat played in the air. Asmodan looked down at his hands and gained a slight understanding of what she was talking about. He was getting to the point where a temper tantrum could light up a house and he had only been doing this a short time. Demons do what they do from the time they become whatever it is that makes them that way and keep on doing it until time ends or they die. He could understand her being excited and having some form of that excitement bleed over into the surrounding area. He noticed himself sympathizing with her and then caught himself he couldn't give her any slack she would just use it to hang him with when he let his guard down.  He knew he had reminded himself of all this before and if he didn't do something to get rid of her eventually he was going to slip. He knew he needed a ride off of the succubus’ little island but after that he was going to have to get rid of her.  She did suggest finally that they be done with the carving of her new home when Asmodan had finished the final room it was the farthest down and he had managed to take it so close to the external walls of the island that the crystal was transparent at some points. The transparency didn't matter at most points the liquid was dark and the crystal had the brownish tent to it but now and then off in the distance the seemingly random blasts of fire would cause a dull glow to be seen.  This last large round room seemed to Asmodan to be almost forty feet beneath the surface. He had stopped to rest a few more times between the finishing of this room and the almost fiery exchange he had earlier. Niath asked that this room be left perfectly round and that he add a shallow bowel shaped indentation in the exact center of the room. When he asked if she planned on using this room for ritual and scrying she nodded and complemented him on how perceptive he was.
Finally when there was nothing else to be done no little trick he wanted to try and no piece of hardened crystal she could think up to have him craft they decided to fix a trick door that could be closed and would have a latch fall to hold it secure with a small slit that one would have to know about to use to open the doorway to gain entrance. The entire door apparatus was set up just past the sharp turn in the main entrance where someone would be moving sideways and packed as tight as they would be. Niath would be able to use her tail to open the door she would not be able to maneuver her arms to open it. After they had finished with that they took once more piece of crystal that had been cut to just lay over the outer opening to work as more of a visual deterrent a camouflage as he explained it to her. From a few dozen feet away the doorway wasn’t noticeable. Once Niath tested it from the sky and was sure that it was all but invisible she landed and approached the Human.
“Let us go back inside. It is time to learn to levitate.”
The next few hours were spent with the basics of the spell being explained. Asmodan noticed that by their natures Succubus were much more likeable teachers then Imps. She was patient she had no problems with questions and she wasn’t the slightest bit insulting. All things that Asmodan had never had in a mystical instructor. As he thought about it he realized that he was thinking about Volnam with a grin on his face. There was something wrong with that he didn’t know what it was, but he knew there was something wrong with that. Evil little fox faced… the Warlock caught himself and refocused his mind on his current teacher. She was demonstrating the application of the thought process and began to float about four feet above the ground.  Asmodan had done enough with gathering focusing and using power here in the abyss to know that that part wouldn’t be a problem. She went over everything again and this time had him try. As usual with most people’s first attempts at something, nothing happened.  The persistent Warlock continued on through his second third fourth and fifth failed attempts and on the fifteenth attempt he floated up about a foot. Once in the air he held it for almost thirty seconds and then was back down on the ground again. But now that he had succeeded the progress came quickly and soon he could rest his head on the roof of the room they were practicing in. once he could sit with his head against the ceiling and safely lower  himself back down to the ground they moved back outside where he could practice in the open.
It didn’t take long before Asmodan was sending himself up into the air like a rocket, ascending with such speed that the skin on his face was pulled down with the force of it. He also practiced with elevating himself a bit cutting the spell and then reactivating it before he hit the ground. He was just fast enough to drop from five feet and stop himself a few inches from the ground. Niath who had had a perfect mastery over the spell for longer then she cared to remember was impressed with the speed that he learned the spell and then began to modify and play with it. She was also slightly terrified with the swiftness and intensity that he could instantly have power on hand to manipulate into spells. Finally when he stepped off the edge of the island and lowered himself down near the surface of the raging liquid and raised himself back up and stepped back onto solid crystal they decided there was nothing else that he needed to learn about the skill and decided that after a nap they would return to the point above the demonic settlement that they had left to get to Niath’s little private island. They went inside and for the first time in what felt like forever Asmodan was about to rest in an area that he felt almost safe in.
The Warlock slept in the third floor down from the entrance. He was in one of the large matressless beds that he had carved and as smooth and inviting as it looked it was still solid crystal. Not long after he had laid down on it, it began to glow with the odd rainbow of lights that accompanies his unguarded touch on the substance. He had only planned a nap and he knew he didn't need to sleep in the normal sense of the word but he did anyways. Just let himself drift off past a restful meditation into a deep sleep. Here in the abyss there were no nightmares for him this was just normal restful sleep and some part of his mind loved it while it lasted. At one point he wasn't sure when exactly it happened, he hadn't had a need to keep track of time in so long. He began to have a nightmare. It was Monique she was waiting for him calling out to him it felt wrong to him it felt very wrong he needed to get to her but he couldn't he ran for her he flew for her chasing her and he could not catch her. Her hands were reaching for him he was stretching for her he was almost forcing his arms from their socket he reached so hard and she would just get further away. Then all of a sudden he could see who was keeping her from him. Kephrael that damned archangel the mass of wing like tendrils of power spilling from his back and causing the only light in the dream. For a second the wings were not that of the archangel but were instead those of a leathery winged demon and then they were gone again. He decided that he would need to kill the Archangel and began to set loose a blast of dark energy to cripple the legs of this always too fast enemy and then he woke up. He sat up in bed on the verge of a rage.
Niath felt the instant she knew her Human guest was about to wake and was well on her way back down the stairs to the rooms below. Her mind was locked tight he shouldn't be able to feel her as she moved away. Seeing how this human can play some of the games with demons, tricking the Morganoth into thinking that it was part of a vision. She was wondering if there had not been some mind game involved in making her think that something like a Pit lord about that was keeping an eye on him. She would be careful but she could not pass on a chance for the human to take her out of the abyss and give her a chance to roam in the Mortal spheres she understood the basics of what was driving this mortal. If she was careful she would be fine with that.
Asmodan did not get back to sleep so instead he began to meditate.  As he did he closed off whatever piece of himself it was that cause the crystal to glow so fiercely. When he had woken up the room was lit up with the colors coming from the crystal of his bed. Once he had begun to meditate the colors dropped to barley noticeable and directly beneath him so that if he was sitting as he was they could not be seen at all.
Sometime later Niath returned and was surprised to see Asmodan awake at least she seemed to surprised.
“After all your work I had assumed that you would have slept longer.”
“I slept longer than I have since I got here. That’s enough for me. I’m ready to head back now. Are you?”

Niath motioned for him to head up the stairs towards the exit. Asmodan thought about insisting on ladies first but decided that this was certainly no lady and headed up the stairs. As he moved through the floors he looked at his work. If he could get electricity up and running here he would be able to build himself a way bigger place that he had currently. The lack of internet and cable television finally brought him back down to reality and his dream of a billion dollar almost indestructible mansion died. Finally they were up top and Niath was wrapping her arms around his waist to haul him off the island and back to the agreed upon cliff.

Saturday, August 24, 2013

14 Planning the return trip

The Crispy one gave it up, once it decided that it was going to give up its broken and burnt self didn’t even bother to create a mental image of itself to communicate with the Warlock, It just opened up and any question that he pressed to it the thing just shot back a pure thought answer and maybe an image if it thought that the image would assist Asmodan. Finally after his questions had been answered Asmodan stood and asked the Casaganoth out loud,
“Are you the one that… never mind, I was debating on mercy or not I’ve decided not.”
“I now want you to tell me a way to get back to the mortal plane.”
Knowing that there was no mercy waiting for it the burnt demon thing decided that it would have another go at resistance and for a while more Asmodan was tested against a stubborn alien mind and again he decided on a General Sherman slash and burn approach. It was not long before it was again mentally naked before him and answering whatever it was he posed to it. On the topic of a way back home the Warlock say images of a horned skull with what looked like the horns of other demons attached to it. There was a ritual attached to it which Asmodan mentally recorded for himself.  There was a name for the skull artifact that he would have to manufacture it was called a formless prism gate. Once in this demons past it had donated a horn to the construction of one so that himself and a few others could have a few weeks of fun in a town in what looked in the flashes that Danny saw to be Medieval Europe the joy that the thing felt when the memories of the time spent amongst the helpless men and women and children of that long ago village worked to building the Warlocks anger back to less than reasonable levels.
“You donated a horn before, this time you will be donating a larger needed piece.”
Asmodan worked a while and managed a makeshift vault in the floor where he deposited the bones of the incinerated one and the charred remains of the other. A lid was placed over the hole and other pieces were slid into place to insure that nothing inside would be working their way out. Anyone that came into the cave would have no problem getting them out though.  He pictured in his mind the gate device that he would use to escape this place and noted that he had a skull and three of the five horns that he would need to get out. He knew that the succubus had two small horns he could extract if it came down to it. They did seem too small in comparison to what was used in the one that he had fixed in his mind.
He stood there in the darkness his door still sealed. He didn’t need any like as the floor was beginning to glow bright enough to make out shapes. Mentally he was already extended out looking for intelligences near to the cavern and he noticed one it was trying to hide itself and was doing a fair job but since it was only a few feet from him on the outside of the wall above and to the left of the cavern door it was a simple thing for him to feel out. He didn’t bother trying to figure out what it was or who. The Warlock mentally applied the fire that he had had so much luck with recently. Not the physical fire but the mental one that had been so helpful in dealing with his lump in the hole.
Oristhnx had waited for much longer than he had originally planned and as he had he felt wonderful pain and fear as it came flooding up out of the cave beneath him. It only worked to increase the need to get at the Human again. He had at one point moved out further to see that just past the lip of the cavern entrance a door had been erected he didn’t test it but he was sure that it was somehow reinforced and that he would have no luck forcing his way through it. He had at that point moved himself back to where he had been waiting previously. It was some time past this that he thought he felt a mind brush his and almost as soon as he had noticed it he was yowling in agony as his skull began to burn from the inside out. It was he knew the same mind fire that the human had used soon after they had first encountered each other but this time it wasn’t being performed by someone that was hoping it would work. This time it was being forced by someone that knew that he could kill with it if he got the chance. It took the Demon Cat too long to get its guard up and it almost lost its mind for its sluggishness. Finally with a decent block in place it got itself into the air and began to put distance between it and its attacker. He hated being forced into anything close to a retreat but that attack had been too strong and too sudden. Oristhnx was reforming his take on this mortal. It was not fun anymore it was something that was becoming dangerous he was going to have to treat this human more like a rival predator from this point on. The changes that had recently occurred had taken two lesser demons from his service; no mortal that he had ever heard of had ever come into the abyss and killed at demon. It was unheard of. Sure some less worthy denizen of the abyss would make its way to the material realm and get itself banished back or in some cases as rare as they were one would actually get it’s self killed there and be forced back that way and suffer the issues associated with that for Miasma knew how long. But he had never heard of anything coming from the material plane into any sphere of the abyss and killing a demon here.
Once he had a great enough distance he reached out and couldn’t feel the mortals mind anywhere he landed on a ledge and began to pace back and forth working things over in its head.
“The hunter looks unnerved.” Niath called down as she approached.
“You should have let him die.”
“And break a pact? Never.”
The Kirogoth just growled and continued to pace. He was not unnerved he was finding ways to prepare for his kill this wasn’t a game anymore. It’s never a game for a hunter when the prey starts killing the hunting party.
“What is it?”
“What is what?”
“The mortal, do you think it is actually what it claims?”
“I have seen many things; I have never seen a Warlock. I have also never seen or heard of something that can force a demon with wings in flight from the sky with nothing more than a word.”
“You are useless.”
“I have done everything you asked of me so far.”
“I have held my end of the pact as well.”
“Yes and you been so put upon through our bargain which you set the terms to.”
Oristhnx was going to offer up some sort of slight but only just managed to dive aside before the area where he had been resting exploded in black non light. The spot where the explosion took place was still tracing back and forth with some sort of purple white lightning. When he landed and began to scan around for the source of the attack. He found the origin as he saw the next bolt of blackness came flying up at his current position.
“Here kitty kitty kitty.”
The demon had never left the range of Asmodan’s mind as far as the warlock knew his mind didn’t have a range he aimed it in the direction of what he wanted and it was there in his third eye calling him to where he needed to go.  As soon as he was sure he was close enough to hit come close to hitting the thing he launched his attack. He didn’t know what it was or exactly what would happen when he loosed it he kind of came up with it on the fly. The bolt of shadow energy was gathered from the surrounding miasma and turned into what he wanted and all he really wanted from it was something destructive and seeing as how the blast seemed to be sizable it was giving him exactly what he wanted.
“You cannot run from me we should just handle this now and get it over with.”
He called out to the demon cat.
“Lady demon you should go as far as I can tell I have no reason to destroy you.”
Niath looked over to the Kirogoth who immediately contacted her telepathically.
“Go down and distract him I will take him when his attention is diverted.”
“If he is what he says he is it would not be wise for me to make an enemy of him. Perhaps you could strike a deal with him.”
“Go down to him or I will devour you as soon as I am finished with him.”
“Our deal was did not cover this.”
She stated as she took wing and glided down to the Human who was far beneath them, as she covered the distance she was surprised that the human could even see them from this far below. Then she noticed that his eyes were closed.
“Warlock, I am come to distract you so that the Fel Lynx can attack you while you attention is diverted.”
“Is that so?”
“Yes. Are you adequately distracted?”
“You could say that.”
As he communicated with her Asmodan opened his eyes and turned his head to face her as she landed beside him. The whole time keeping the cat firmly locked in his mind’s eye, watching it as it moved from one spot to another. Slinking to a position where it could have him in a single lunge. The warlock laughed out loud and raised a hand in the air while calling out.
“You are mine then!”
As he spoke a wide cone of his green and black flame enveloped them. The rest of the world was gone as far as he was concerned. Nothing was getting through that wall of fire. Niath screamed in genuine fear as the fire which started directly behind her and then spread around the two of them appeared.
“Calm down already.”
“I am calm I was merely going along with your ruse.”
“Liar. I can smell your fear as easily as you can feed on mine.”
Niath glanced down at the ground for a few seconds then back up at him.
“Well I am yours for now what will you do with me?”
She started to work her charms into the air around them, her body already beginning to make the changes that it felt he wanted in her. Ever so slowly she started to take on the physical features that she instinctively knew that he preferred. She could feel her powers taking effect on him as she could feel that he was distracted by something else. He looked away for a second off in the direction where he was sure that the cat was lurking. She was waiting to make eye contact with him as soon as he looked back and she wished that she hadn’t. As soon as their eyes met she say deep into them and what she saw was the Pit lord deep in the blacks of his eyes looking back out at her, laughing. She realized right there that she may have just consigned herself to death. Immediately she withdrew all influence that she had been exerting over the mortal. Asmodan had not noticed when she began to put her spell over him but he did feel that something was off and he knew exactly what was going on when she snapped it back off of him. He glared at her a second and realized that she had taken it off not pushed to add to it.
“If I find that you have done anything to me. I will punish you for it later.”
“It was a temporary lapse in judgment, force of habit really. It will not happen again.”
“When I drop the wall I am going to cause an explosion at your feet fling yourself back and away as far as you can, land hard make it look real. If you don’t get far enough alone it will hurt you this isn’t a parlor trick.”
Niath nodded that she understood once he had explained what he was going to be doing. The human held up three fingers and began a countdown as his last finger was dropped so to went down the cone surrounding them. And in that same second he dropped a massive blast of the shadow stuff he had been throwing at the Kirogoth. Niath was a demon with a demons reflexes and she didn’t really have the time needed to get clear she pumped her wings as she threw herself free of the blast and she still felt the cold burning life draining energy scream its way up her legs and part of the way up her legs. She flipped full in the air and just managed to use her wings the bottom edges of which had also taken damage in the blast to stop her from crashing horribly. She managed a few rolls to disperse the impact and finally came down against the bottom edge of the cliff side as it climbed up towards the spot where she had been talking with the demon cat a few minutes before.

Asmodan watched her fly through the air, he could have used a smaller amount of energy for the blast but she had been putting the succubus whammy on him she would need to not do that in the future and if she saw that blast as him trying to not kill her then maybe she would wonder what he was capable of had he actually intended on killing her. He knew that as he watched her the Kirogoth would most likely take his chance and pounce and he was right. As she was rolling away on the ground the warlock watched the cat launch itself at his back. He never turned he just flung his hand out into the cats face as he unleashed the blast he had begun building as soon as he loosed the one at Niath’s feet. But unlike the one he had thrown at her feet she was not the same baseball sized jolt of power he had been using this was a continual lance of blackness. The Kirogoth sprang like a cat but unlike a cat once in the air it was not at the mercy of gravity until it landed. As the lance sprang forth from the Humans hand he beat hard with his massive fleshy wings and hurled himself away to the side pulling hard to his right the mortal’s left. The Warlock turned his wrist and the lance swung to follow. The initial explosion was massive. The Fel Lynx was flung across the small gap between the two cliff faces and slammed hard into the jagged crystal wall. The beast rolled to the flat hard ground and was on its feet at once. The warlock could tell that the demon feline was damaged but it was doing a hell of a job pretending it wasn’t. With a growl it was coming at him again. Was it crazy pulling a bull rush all of a sudden? Asmodan flicked his hand and a stream of what looked like flaming liquid green fire sprayed forth covering the beast in streams. Oristhnx was committed to its course and was flying at face level toward the human. Asmodan ducked under the flaming feline missile as it darted towards him. He was clear he thought until he felt claw shred flesh. Asmodan felt his shoulder light up with pain as the cat reached down to try and grab him on its way over. The warlock drew a connecting line in his mind between the pain he was feeling and the power he was supplying to the fire that was currently burning wildly on the Kirogoth. The raking of the claws up his back threw him off balance and had him face down on the ground for a second before he pushed himself back up onto his feet. He turned to face the Demon cat and was already too late. The draft horse sized cat was already on him. Jaws clamped down on his left shoulder the mouth so large that the arm was trapped at his side and the right side of the feline’s mouth rested against Asmodan’s cheek. The Warlock knew that it could kill him then and there but instead it began thrashing him left and right. It was still a demon after all and had to get whatever it could as far as pain at fear before its kill. The problem with its actions now was that Asmodan had moved past the place where he was stopped or slowed from action by either pain or fear. The Warlock reached up with his right hand and grabbed the side of the cats head and began to let his shadow energy build. He was about to loose the jolt that would most likely blow the Kirogoth’s head off its shoulders but at the last second the cat must have felt something and tossed the Human away. The blast hit the far cliff wall and the resulting explosion threw both of them against the side of the near wall. Asmodan noticed then that if he had set that off on the Cat while it was holding him he would have probably just killed himself as well.
                At some point he lost his focus or the Oristhnx made some move for himself and the flames were gone and what remained was a burnt mass of skin stretching in large swaths across its back and sides. Smoke still rose from the edges where the fur had been burning. Oristhnx was already on his feet and lunging up into the air as Asmodan was springing up onto his feet. He lashed out with another stream of fire but the Kirogoth was already rising up out of the prepared range. Asmodan could tell he was trying to hide in the Miasma but he could still feel where the demon was and still had the ability to focus and see exactly what he was doing. He let the Fel lynx play its hiding game a little while and drew in his power and focused it on his wounds. He could feel odd sensations as things that were fractured or broken reknit and rips and tears sealed.
“It’s a shame that you are missing your horns I am currently looking to collect them!”
Asmodan taunted up at the sky, he intentionally didn’t look in the direction that he knew the demon to be in. He did try to use his understanding of wind to harass the demons flight but as he expected there was nothing exactly the same as air here so wind didn’t actually do anything. He spent a second wondering if the Miasma could be used for what he wanted and decided now was not the time to start playing with new ideas.  Slowly he began to focus his power draw it in and prepare it. He wanted something far more controlled than wild spats of fire or massive destructive blasts of dark power he channeled and gathered and concentrated and finally feeling the word burn up out of his throat he commanded.
There was no pause or delay as soon as the word left his mouth he turned to where he knew the Kirogoth to be and saw it glide down out of the mists and land smoothly going from gliding to walking. The beast moved directly towards him wings tucked in to his sides and laid down head on the ground between his forepaws. Asmodan could see and feel the war going on inside the cats head. He knew his command over the voice was not complete yet if it was from what he knew of it there should be no conflict in the Kirogoth. The body was obeying him but the mind was in total revolt. He knew it shouldn’t be able to happen but he was sure that if he dragged this out to long the Fel Lynx might break free and continue the battle.
Staring hate into each other’s eyes the Kirogoth laying in subservience the Warlock standing hands on hips head high in victory.
“You have two choices Kirogoth. One I incinerate you and blast the ashes throughout the spheres. Two you make a bargain for one hundred years in a Kyateah Zhoser after which I will release you back to the abyss this very spot if you wish.”
Asmodan didn’t waste time waiting for an answer he held up his right hand and the green fires began to build first large and wild streaming up several feet into the air but slowly he pulled them in. focusing them into a small green and black baseball that was intensely bright and though the Warlock felt none of its heat Oristhnx felt the fur on the forward half of its body begin to singe. The baseball sized flame grew more intense and shrunk to the size of a golf ball. As it got smaller the demons burning became worse. It was everything Oristhnx could do to stop himself from immediately answering and his self-loathing was second to none when he pictured himself laid out on the ground before the Mortal. But there was a deep fear in this demon and it was the fear of not being.
“One hundred years in the Kyateah Zhoser and ten free in the material realm.”
“No this is not a negotiation this is a simple decision, option one or option two.”
The Kirogoth offered no reply. Asmodan looked down at the demon and shrugged. As he turned to head towards Niath who had not moved from the spot where she had landed as he turned he tossed the ball of sickening oily flame onto the cat’s hind quarters. Where it instantly burned its way down through the beast.
“Kyateah Zhoser! Kyateah Zhoser!”
The Kirogoth screamed in his head, again and again. Asmodan felt nothing but the fear of dying from the demon now.  He turned and looked down at the Fel Lynx.  Everything from the hips back was ash the heat working its way up through the stomach. The demon screamed out loud as he was incinerated slowly. The fire itself had not spread to the Felines body but the heat was so powerful that he had the appearance of slowly evaporating. What was still intact was racked involuntarily spasms along with its screams.
“What was that?”
“One hundred years… Kyateah Zhoser… returned…  Nath anywhere in Nath.”
There was begging now. Full and complete mental begging. It was different then when someone begged out loud with normal begging there was the tone of voice sometimes the look on the face and then it all depended on the empathy of the person being begged. With telepathic begging the beggar’s whole self, poured out the need the desperate all-encompassing need for whatever it was that they were seeking. No empathy was needed to feel how badly they felt they needed something you knew it as surly as they did. With Oristhnx it wasn’t the need to be placed in the Kyateah it was the need to have the pain stop and the looming end of his time delayed.
“Deal, you will avoid me completely and not hinder me in anyway while I remain in the abyss you will not knowingly allow anything or anyone to hinder me in anyway while I am here and once I have returned home I will contact you and finish our bargain and from that time in one hundred years you will be returned to a place I find for you in the demonic sphere of Nath at which point you will be free to go and do as you please.”
“You have … Bargain mortal.”
“Warlock. It’s Warlock.”
“You have a bargain… Warlock.”
As soon as the bargain was made the fire extinguished. Asmodan was ready to do it as quickly as he could if he completely toasted the cat there would be nothing to work with later on.
“Lady Demon, I am curious if he any threat to you in his present state?”
“No not hardly. I am sure that physically you are much more capable than me. Could you possibly do me a favor?”
As they spoke Niath got up off of the ground and made her way over to the Human. She had already healed from most of the explosion that sent her sailing through the air.
“I suppose it depends on the favor. And it would be a favor I think I am done making any arrangements with anyone else for the time being.”
“Could you possibly move him into the cave we were all staying in recently? I can’t have him out in the open in his current state, if something were to get to him and finish him off in any way I would be out something I very much want.”
“Even the Half of him that is left is huge this would be quite the undertaking.”
As he looked over the half burnt Kirogoth he had to agree with her. The thing was the size of a large Clydesdale and half of a huge freaking horse is still two or three times the size of a healthy man.
“You know anyone we could get to assist?”
“You reduced them to ash as far as I know.”
 Again Asmodan looked down at the half demon laid out on the ground. Oristhnx had a look of contempt on his face which was one that already came naturally to a normal mortal cat. Looking at the same look on something vastly more intelligent was almost unnerving. It would have unnerved the Warlock had he not be able to remind himself that he already beat the massive thing. It was remarkable the ends of the burnt flesh were already showing the first signs of regrowth.
“What is a safe name to call you by Kirogoth, I’m not asking for your full name or any name of power over you.”
“Well Oristhnx, do your wings still work?”
“I need my… hind legs to spring up into the air first.”
The Fel Lynx mentally spat at him.
“Well since you can’t help yourself she is not obliged to help you and I do not have the required bulk to drag you up I guess you are on your own until the time that I can call for you. Unless you work something out with her. I will summon you when I am ready.”
With that Asmodan turned and walked away.

Time slid past and the Warlock didn’t bother to pay attention to it. He moved along the cliff bottom as sure of himself as he had ever been. If any demon nearby had glanced the surface of his mind they would at first think that they had run into a demon prince for all the cocky self-assurance that he was exuding . He felt things on the edge of where his mind could reach and if they were near he tried to find them many seemed to move away once they knew he was moving towards them. In the abyss if something was moving to you it usually had a reason. He kept on with his search. Asmodan had plans now, a way to get home and a way to get Monique back. Parts of his memory were getting to be fuzzy he knew he had the detail straight but things were taking on that dream quality when he thought back on them. 
The Warlock moved on and on. Hunting for another set of horns he knew he needed to find some way to close distance with something quickly otherwise things were going to just keep outpacing him when they felt he was coming for them. The ethereal miles passed by as he walked. Asmodan had no clue that the length of these canyons continued on for so long. Often he looked from side to side and contemplated ascending one of the cliff walls and he would remind himself how easy it was to get picked off of one of those walls when you didn’t have the ability to fly yourself. If he had some wings that would be something, or mastery over some sort of flight or levitation.

Finally the Cliffside to his right dropped away and the pathway he had been following tapered away until he was standing at the edge of a ledge and had the option to climb down or to climb up. Time was spent trying to come up with a way to decide which option was the better of the two and eventually he decided that there was no good way.  Down was the choice he decided, if he headed down and he fell then he was making fast progress if he went up and fell then he would be losing ground.  The decent went as easily as it had when he had first entered the Abyss.  He never seemed to get tired or hungry and as he moved now he could play with the near limitless power that just flowed around him. Instead of taking breaks on ledges he cut odd shaped holes in the cliff and went inside braced them shut with a bar as he had learned to do in other little hidey holes. He would meditate rest his mind and then move on. He got to the point where if he saw a ledge ten or even fifteen below he would hop free and drop the distance and begin the downward crawl again.

After his extended decent he began to feel a swarm of minds. All dark all twisted; there was something similar to a village or town somewhere beneath him. He stopped and made another of his improvised invincible hideouts and just about the time he finished he felt a mind actively looking for his. He waited and soon the Succubus came gliding down out of the miasma to begin hovering before him. Flapping her wings just often enough to stay a little above him.
“You have covered much ground for one that cannot travel above it.”
“Yeah wings… those must help out a lot out here.”
“Oh they do. You should pick some up when you get a chance.”
The warlock looked pointedly at her wings and smiled.
“I think I could work up a glider if I got my hands on the raw materials.”
“No no those would not do near as much good as you would think. You need to be able go up as well as down and you don’t have any slaves on hand to carry it for your long assents.”
“Depending on where I got the raw materials I could get a slave at the same time don’t you think?”
“What would stop them from flying off with your glider while they were hauling it for you?”
“Is my Abysseth so bad that you will only talk to me with the mind speak?”
“It’s not bad it’s just…  Did you learn from an Imp?”
“Actually yes my umm partner is an Imp”
“You partner with demons instead of enslave them?”
She finally said out loud. Asmodan had moved back off of the ledge some to allow space or her to land, as he did he motioned for her to come land beside him. Flapping once more and then gliding down to land softly beside him. Her wings folded down over themselves once as they pulled in tight to her back once fully retracted it almost looked more like a ruffled black leather backpack than a set of full sized bat like wings.
“I am curious as to why you have tracked me down.”
“Actually I ran into you by coincidence, I was headed below and noticed your presence. I then decided that it might be in my best interest to garner some favor with the great and powerful warlock and warn him against the city below.”
“It’s a city is it?”
“Yes if we were to attach that meaning to that gathering down there. It might not be wise for you to enter there.”
“You don’t think I would be able to handle myself below?”
“I do not think that you would want to gain the attention of whoever is in charge below. You may be vastly more powerful than a few demons but how would you fair against legion?”
“I would imagine that if the legion could hear me then the legion would obey.”
“If you could work out the word I suppose that it might be true. What is it that you seek down below?”
“I seek lady demon, three demon’s horns.”
“Any particular demons a certain caste? Or just three horns from demonic heads.”
“Are you familiar with a formless prism gate?”
“Yes though I have never used one. You need to take the horns from those heads yourself if I am not mistaking.”
“Wow so I guess I am the only one who just found out about those.”
“Well master Warlock you cannot possibly be more than a hundred or so, there is still much for you to learn. I am much closer to four than three.”
Asmodan laughed at the part about a hundred or so.
“I am actually maybe only a little beyond a quarter of one.”
“You are wondering about here in the abyss so young? Are you mad?”
“I’ve done ok so far I think.”
“Really you believe that you have done ok so far? You have spent the majority of your time here being stalked and tortured.”
“Ah come on you don’t think I was ever in any real danger do you?”
“As bold a bluff as I have ever heard.”
Asmodan thought that he did a good job of hiding the bit of embarrassment that he was sure just tried to rush across his face.  The succubus didn’t show any sign of having seen it but he wasn’t sure that she would even if she had. Knowing that he had been out of his depth or close to it might help her out later on. She might even be planning something out now he always had to be prepared for that, he knew that always suspecting everyone was going to eventually make him really paranoid but it was the only way that he could be reasonably sure that he would get to see something like a centennial birthday if that was even possible. For Niath’s part she wasn’t actually sure he was bluffing or if he knew what power was backing him up. In the time that she had been gliding about the spheres she had never personally come across one such as a Lord of the pit. She was never sure about the naming of the caste the pit usually was associated with the cowardly devils and they twisted adherence to order, but the pit lords were as chaotic as anything in the abyss could be. She had heard stories in Nath of random lords deciding to stay in a populated area go about a routine for some time great lengths of time and then one day just decide that that was enough and leave and there were other stories where they were in the same situation only decide out of the mists that they were going to consume, burn or smash everything in the immediate area. None of them actually answered to a prince or any other higher power in the abyss. They only did what they wanted when they wanted to do it. How a child warlock had one working as a hidden guardian she could not even come close to guessing.
“Well then, if I am not to enter the settlement below then how am I to gather my horns? I assume you are not going to volunteer your own to the cause?”
The Demoness reached up and ran her fingers over her own smooth slightly curved horns.
“No I don’t think I will donate them willingly.”
“Think you could charm them off someone in town for me.”
“You really should get them on your own, from what I have heard about the device you mean to build you need to gather the items yourself if you want to get the most out of it.”
“Most out of it?”
“You would not want to have the gateway deliver half of you would you?”
“I see your point. Well then lure out some demons for me.”
“And I would get what out of this favor?”
“Favors are favors you don’t get anything for favors except maybe the chance of having someone do a favor for you later.”
“There are no such things as favors here; you want something you make a deal.”
“You stopped me from going into the settlement thingy for nothing. That was a favor.”
“Maybe I stopped you so that I could propose a bargain?”
“And what would you want from me?”
“Time in the physical world.”
“That All? Just a bit of time to run loose with your wanton ways?”
“It’s what we do I guess.”
“And what would I get in return for giving you this time?”
“There have been others that just wanted the same as I did. Maybe a pre tasting of the treats I would be giving out on once I was let loose.”
The almost playful back and forth chat and Asmodan’s somewhat playful look on his face vanished there.
“No deal.”
The pause seemed to set him back on track mentally. He had to get down below so that he could get his plans underway. She was in his way, she was playing polite but she wanted something from him and he knew it. She wasn’t trying to hide she fact. She was actually rather open about it.
“Those types of treats I only take from one dish. Now if you will excuse me.”
“Wait. I wish to have you make me a domicile in a cliff face of my choosing and in return I will teach you to levitate in a manner that will make ascending and descending the cliffs much simpler. Agree and I will fly you to the place I wish to have the dwelling built and then I will bring you back here once you have learned the trick of the levitation. What do you say?”
Now she had his attention. Being able to levitate would save him massive amounts of time.  Cutting a home out for her would take next to no time in comparison.
“Deal. Let’s go.”
Niath moved around behind him and wrapped her arms around his chest beneath his arms. Asmodan was aware that at that point she had him. She could take him up as high as she wanted and just drop him or she could just squeeze. A Succubus would easily have the power needed to smash every bone in his chest and leave him limp on the floor. They went up almost vertically until everything was lost in the lazily drifting murk of the miasma below. Once they had reached whatever elevation it was that Niath wanted to maintain they set off gliding the since he could not look her in the face to talk to her as they traveled he decided to talk to her telepathically but then decided to not communicate at all and just enjoy the flight. After a while his arms and chest began to get sore from hanging by them for however long that they had been in the air eventually she selected a spot on one of the saddle tops a long ridge between two higher points and landed there.  As soon as they were down she let him go and they both began stretching Asmodan his arms and chest and Niath her arms and wings.
“You tired already?”
“I am carrying more than twice my own weight. If I remember correctly that’s not something that your people can do is it?”
“Sure there are lots of humans that can carry more than their own weight. “
“And they can do this while flying?”
The Warlock shut up.
“I am good again, are you?”

Asmodan looked around and then nodded. Niath picked him up the same as before and soon they were once again ascending to her chosen gliding altitude. 

Wednesday, August 7, 2013

13f Dark Grand Canyon

“Well then excuse me I hadn't realized that I had been in the presence of the most powerful kirogoth in all of the abyss. would you also happen to be hiding the fact that you are a prince from the rest of us. There are legions just over the last ridge waiting to come in and save us from the wrath of the fiend when he comes to finish us off?”  As odd as the gesture looked coming from a feline body Oristhnx shrugged as he turned and moved to go stand facing out of the cave mouth.
“Us? No my waiting legions would not save you. they would come for their prince.” His voice was deadpan and Niath couldn't tell if he was joking with her or if he believed it.
“We will know soon enough how powerful they are because the human will be dead soon. his mind isn't causing him to recover as quickly or as completely anymore, he has broken.”  She looked back down the passage into the darkness that covered the dieing human. The position of his head had changed slightly but other than that he hadn’t moved since before she had gone down to check on him. “What plan do you have to battle this most powerful of foes when he comes to devour us?” she asked. the level of sarcasm she was using didn't even sound sarcastic anymore it sounded forced, to the point of being comical.
“There will be no battle for now. you are going to heal him. I am not ready for him to die. I want to know why something as powerful as a pit fiend would even have taken notice in him let alone want to insure his survival.”
“So I am to try and heal him now? it might not take hold he is willing himself to death at this point. He doesn't want to live anymore.” The succubus sounded distracted as she stared at the human. She was only partially concerned with getting him to survive any longer. she was much more concerned with how the next encounter with the pit fiend would go.
“You are a succubus are you not? he is only human after all. give him a reason to live. You have time to do what you think you need to we are leaving again. If there is a Fiend near us I would know where, we are going to scout for him. I have never hunted a demon of this magnitude before.” There was much to much excitement in his mind with the last part of the statement for Niath’s liking. The winged panther turned to the other two and nodded out the cave before leaping into the abyss beyond. The two goat-men traded looks both wondering if maybe they had moved beyond the original scope of their bargain and if the kirogoth would even honor his end or decide to try and kill them in the end. After another heartbeat they both followed him back into the dead brown mists that covered everything beyond the portal.

                Once she was alone again Niath hoped that they would find the fiend and that he would find them too. that would make her life much less complicated. she went back down next to the human. he was worse now than he had been a few minutes before. She pondered her situation for some time when she realised that it was really a simple solution something that she should have thought of as soon as the kirogoth ordered the healing.

                Danny was there in the deepest part of his mind. He had withdrawn as far into his mind as he could, trying desperately to find a place far enough in that he could get away from the torment his life had become and wait for the end. How could it have all gone so wrong. If he even attempted to wonder about how his body was doing it opened the floodgates and he began to drown in torment. Even hidden from the actual physical sensation of the pain there was the despair the knowledge that he had failed in everything that he had set out to do. There was nothing for him now, Renault would be trapped as a ghost in the physical world forever or until what ever that beast was that wanted him finally got him. He would never see Monique again he had followed his own path and the last person he even had a somewhat civil conversation with was a demon. The end would come, he would welcome it and then he would go from here to hell as far as he could tell. Hell couldn’t be worse could it? From what he understood about it all, Hell had rules that had to account for something. Danny realized that he was actually trying to make Hell sound like a good thing. He was so screwed. There was a storm raging around him here, a storm of foulness dark feelings, pain, anger, depression, hate, rage the feelings brought their own effects to the storm he had no way of knowing what effected what he could only feel that there was a connection they had their own colors as well the colors made themselves known in a million different ways. One flash of lightning would be some dripping goldish red color the next a sickened greenbrownsilver these would never be things that could even be explained to someone without showing them in person and that might break their own mind to try and understand what they were seeing. There were a few times where he was almost sure that he felt another presence inside with him, at one point he thought there were two but he just tried harder to push himself deeper and hoped that some random piece of himself would give them a hard time, if that was even possible. Randomly he would see things in the storm that raged around him, a face or the hints of a face sometimes he recognized them other times not so much and he wouldn't even give it much thought, there was no point in remembering he was just counting the time before it was over and he wouldn't have to remember anything ever again. Then again he reminded himself that by all the accounts that he had ever heard hell was more of the same of not worse and he already had it on good authority from an archangel no less that he was headed that way. He noticed something as he sulked and waited for the end. One of the faces that had come and gone in the storm came but did not go. It was Monique it was another shaft of ice slamming itself through his heart to see her there. He forced himself to look at her telling him it could be the last time and as he watched rather than eventually fade away it grew more defined more solid and more real. Soon a neck and shoulders and finally a robe made of cream colored material covered her body. she looked distressed as she stared at him. Danny was on his knees sobbing he could not look away and wished to loose his sight at that moment to have that vision of her be the last thing he would ever see.
“Danny I am no vision.” As she spoke she rushed towards him and knelt down beside him.
“Danny you have to get up I don't have much time.” her soft voice was urgent. She placed her hands on either side of his face and tried to turn him so that he was no longer looking at the place where she had been standing but instead was looking her in the eyes. With some effort and some pleading he turned to stare at her his eyes seemed almost blank like he was looking through her and not at her.
“Danny you have to listen to me. It was a trick what the angel told you He mislead you because you embarrassed him. No one should have been able to call me to him the way that you did and it was his charge to make sure it didn't happen but you did it and he tricked you to punish you for it. I couldn't stop him, I’m sorry. I want to come back to you. I need to come back to you. but if you die here we will never be with each other. we will be lost to each other forever.”  she was pleading with him but still only the same blank stare she felt like there was some faint glimmer of recognition deep behind his eyes but he seemed to be telling himself that it was a trick and trying his damnedest to deny himself what he was seeing.
“Danny my love.” she leaned in a kissed him a long soft kiss. something that would only be shared between two people who deeply loved each other in a way that transcended the basic passion that most relationships were built on. The kiss ended but her lips lingered there on his for a few heartbeats her eyes directly in front of his, her pleading expression begging him to acknowledge her. She could see the light in his eyes more strongly now. Danny was coming back to her at least a small part of him.
“Danny listen to me. I don’t have much time. The veil between the abyss and heaven is much thinner then it is between heaven and home. I’ve learned of a way for you to pull me from here to home. I don’t fully understand it but I know it would work nothing in heaven can confuse or mislead. If the book was not true it... I cant explain because you haven't been there. You have to believe me, you have to live and you have to save me.”  she stood up and took a step back from him. as she did she gave a panicked look around and then looked back down at him. he wasn't kneeling anymore he was sitting back on his backside his hands on either side holding him up. He looked dumbfounded as he stared at her.
“I can communicate with you through the abyss you need to figure out how to get me to you from here. I'm so sorry that I can’t stay longer. Danny it kills me to see you like this. you cant give up, not on yourself not on us. you are the only one who can save us.” she looked around again and then vanished one minute she was there and the next it was like she never was.
Danny screamed once it sank in that she was gone. It was a long and drawn out thing something that was primal and angry it had nothing to do with all the pain he was in. It was a deep rage that came from being separated from the person he cared for most... again. He cursed himself for denying her while she was there he had her there and he did nothing. He stared at her and sat there and did nothing. She was gone and he wasted all of it. He felt himself falling again the storm which seemed to be letting up if only slightly began to rage again. All of the feelings brought on by his complete failure were tearing through him once more. His arms gave out from beneath him and he fell back onto the ground. The warlock lay there and kept waiting for the end to come, the faces came and went in the storm the same as before, some he recognised some he did not.
As he lay there he saw her face again it was brief like all the others no matter how much he wanted it to stay and be her again it did not. The next face in the storm was the one that did something to him. It was the face of the Angel, even created in the maelstrom of his own dieing mind the face was perfect in its symmetry and there was the look that conveyed both contempt and disdain for him. The face was already beginning to fade into the storm like everything else but it never finished.
                The explosion blasted it to fragments long before it could fade. Asmodan was on his feet then his right hand held out palm aimed at the place where the vision of the lying angel had been. there was a faintest remnant of flame in the space where the contemptible bastards left eye had been and the warlock held it there it did not get to be blown away into the storm. He pumped his hate for the Angel into it and changed it. it was no longer a mental extension of his desire to destroy the angel it was at that moment hell fire and it was no accident it was a fire set with intent. The flame was set loose on the fear in the storm and it spread as fast as the storm would carry it. watching it go Asmodan realised that apparently in his mind it was the colors that had the traces of blue in his mind that were related to fear and he watched the red, white and greenish flame of his fire burn all trace of that blue from his mind from horizon to horizon. As the flames spread he felt the immediate change it had on him. The fear was burned away not only the fear of the demons or of death or failure he didn’t stop the fire once the fear from those things had been consumed he let it go and it scoured every aspect of his soul until it was as if he had never known fear and might never again feel it. Once the emotion of fear was reduced to nothing more that  a word that he understood the definition of then the flames died on their own. Asmodan began to rise from the deepest most hidden parts of his mind and as he did be began to plan as he climbed back towards consciousness he decided that ultimately he didn’t want a plan he only wanted revenge.

                Niath waited in the upper chamber of the cave. She was planning her way out of Agothe. she had failed and she was not going to be anywhere in the vicinity or the plane when the Dark torturer came to punish her. How long could she hide before he found her she wondered. She walked over to the small ramp that led down to the lower chamber and looked down at the human shaking her head. She stopped mid step, the mortal was not laying craven in the center of the floor, he wasn’t laying at all. he was kneeling bolt upright against the rear wall. His hands were resting palms down on his legs just above his knees. The fingers that had been chewed off one of the Casaganoth were in the process of growing back. she actually watched the wrinkles in the skin reform on the knuckles and continue down to the finger tip and the finger nail begin to press its way down along the top of the finger to join the fresh skin at its tip. She must have found him just as he had started the rejuvenation process on himself because it only lasted a few heartbeats and there was no sign that he had be damaged at all, his clothing had even been mended.

“Lady Demon. The time that I bargained with you over is near. When the Kirogoth and his minions return you must not be here if you are I cannot guarantee that my revenge will not consume you along with them.”
“I understand. Mortal man I must ask you, at one point I was ordered by the Kirogoth to obey my part of the pact with him and attempt to heal you. Because of your state of being at the time I needed to enter your mind to do this. While I was there in your mind I crossed paths with a Pit Fiend, one of the Dark Torturers of this realm. How is it that you know this creature?” As she asked him she also showed an image of the demon as she saw it when it held her face to face with it.
“To be honest, I do not know this demon. I have no clue why he would be found in my mind.”  As he responded to her Asmodan was genuinely confused about the entire topic of the fiend. “What did he want? Did he talk to you? He must have for you to have been so close to him and not mentally destroyed.”
By his reply and following questions Niath knew that the human understood the power and menace of a pit fiend he seemed to have a rather extensive knowledge of Demonkind in general.
“The fiend did almost destroy me. He spared me with the command that you survive and make it out of the Abyss.”
“It commanded my survival and my return to the mortal plane? hahaha and you still doubt that I am what and who I say that I am.”  He was laughing out loud and in her mind. she could tell it was a mixture of laughter at her and at the situation by the way that it felt in her head. He could or could not be the Warlock it didn’t matter when it came to a mortal laughing at it. She had the sudden impulse to kill him her tail even began to twitch and angle to strike out at him as soon as it made the motion out and around to have a shot at him around her shapely thigh the tip set on fire. Niath screamed and jumped back and around the corner so that she was no longer in sight of the mortal.
“Mwahahaha. There is that better?” The flames extinguished as he asked she hadn't suffered much damage the whole ordeal was over almost as fast as it had begun. “I already knew that you were not going to attack but if I sense danger from you again our pact is over and you will be left as an ash statue for all time.”
Niath stayed where she was out of sight of the human and only maintained enough contact with him mentally for her to know that he was still there and for him to do the same. They waited that way for a while when he sent her away.
“They come now. Go!”
“I do not sen-”
“Go! I Command it”
Niath was about to argue the fact that the human would dare to command her. Before she could say anything though she found that she was already at the exit of the cave. That alone confused and convinced her enough that she just opened her wings and sprung off into the air. She made the assumption that the others would come from above so she descended in hopes of avoiding them and any questions as to why she was leaving when she should be healing the human.
Oristhnx was following above and behind the two Casaganoth as they made their way back to their small lair when he noticed the round little back side of the Succubus vanish into the miasma. The two Casaganoth noticed as well and turned to look back up at the fel lynx wondering what he wanted to do about it. How did they survive without a legion? He thought to himself, they had absolutely no initiative at all. Their bargain was not to be his mind slaves but they acted as if it was. But then he reminded himself that it could also be a trick; they might try and use their lack of initiative, awareness and intellect against him in some way. That would make things interesting for a heartbeat or two. He looked down at them both and flicked a forepaw at the cave and then turned to follow the Demoness.
Though it was not badly damaged her tail still stung from the heartbeat that it was on fire, it had a slight odor to it as well. Damned human she thought to herself. As she descended she did finally notice the Kirogoth above her. Fantastic now she would have to explain herself. She picked one of the few ledges that she could see and landed as she approached it she added cosmetic damage to herself along her mid and chest and her left thigh she brought fourth minor burns and redness of the skin enough to complement the scent coming from her tail. The panther was a hunter and they often relied on more than their sense of sight when making decisions about what they are being presented with. As soon as she finished and was on solid ground she turned to look at her stalker she didn’t want him thinking he was any sneakier than he actually was.
“He is dead then?” the panther asked after landing beside her.
“No he is not. I would not stay there with him alone any longer though.” She motioned at herself as if just looking at her should explain everything.
“He attac” The miasma that was thick around the ledge at that moment seemed to be sucked away suddenly it did it so quickly that it caused the Kirogoth to stop mid sentence and start looking around for the cause. As he turned to look up towards the cave that the two idiots had entered the opening erupted with a stream of flame that was as big around as the cave entrance and had to have lasted five heartbeats at least. As he watched the geyser of flame he already knew its source if he had any questions they were answered after the first instant. the red and orange of natural flame was replaced with the green shades that the human seemed to prefer. Once the flames had stopped Oristhnx moved closer to the cliff side but tried to maintain an angle that would allow him to keep watch on the cave entrance. he waited a bit longer to see if the two goat-men would emerge and when they did not he decided that the fools were nothing more than piles of ash. The Kirogoth looked over to Niath and then motioned up to the cave. She looked back at him as shook her head.
“Our deal was for the healings. Ive done my part. the stalking and the rest of the help with your game was up to you and those two.”  She giggled a little and then added. “I don't think that they will be of much more help though.” The Kirogoth growled at her and then began a leaping gliding climb up the cliff that allowed him to move quickly while still holding to the cliff side so as to remain as out of sight as possible while moving closer. Once he was above the entrance and a little to the left he picked a piece of crystal that was long and narrow but nothing as wide as one of the ledges and crouched down on top of it making himself as small as possible, nothing more than a black shadow from almost any angle that he could be seen at from below. Once he was sure about his position he began to watch the opening. Time passed and nothing happened most would have grown impatient but not a true hunter, for Oristhnx the longer he had to wait the more excited he became it made the kill that much more satisfying.

Asmodan could feel the energy all around himself again, he still wasn't sure what had changed between now and a few minutes ago and he didn't understand why he had the control now that he lacked when he had showed his first massive display of power. He had planned this one out more though. This wasn't like all the others he wasn’t planning on being toyed with anymore he was going to start his end game and then figure out how to get home. He waited only a few seconds after sending the succubus away and the others began to land in the upper cavern. First one and as he moved inside to allow space for the others the warlock was sure that they were all in range of his initial assault.
The mental flood gates
that he had built to keep the power out was thrown wide but not forgotten he
wanted to be able to close them again when he was finished, not when he was
about to be overwhelmed by it. The sensation was different this time as he drew
it all in it felt like a cool shower in slow motion only instead of the water
running from the top of his head to his feet it rushed from the front of his
body to center of his back and once it reached the center of his back it seemed
to be drawn inside of him where it gathered in the base of his stomach and
flowed up and down his spine. It was almost confusing when he thought about it too
much so he decided not to. The essence that flowed into him was cool but once
it had begun to build inside of him it set him on fire it almost felt feverish.
He didn’t know how he knew because he hadn't been able to ever use this level
of power when practicing with energy back home but when he knew that he was
close to reaching his limit he pictured a circle in the air before him the disk
was the same diameter as the widest point in the passage between his portion of
the cavern and the upper level. As one of the goat headed bastards was visible
he disk erupted. The Circle was his focus point his mind fell back on the image
of fire that he had created for himself long ago initially the red and orange
of all natural fire and then the shift, he decided that the change in color
meant something to him now. The natural fire was the same as the natural world
the way everything just seemed to end up or was meant to be or fate had planned
it or god decided it should be or whatever. But as the fires shifted and
darkened that was his fire and it was his will. The greens of the inferno was
Asmodan LeNoir forcing his will on the world, the natural order had screwed
him; it had taken his family and his happiness, hell as far as he could tell it
might have taken his sanity. As he poured his rage and his denial at the cards
the fates had dealt him and his family; Those green flames where him telling
the natural order of things, fate, demons, archangels and anything else that
had decided it had control of him and his to piss off. Asmodan thought it was
odd that he was actually thinking about the meaning of the colors of the flames
while he was currently attempting to incinerate demons that were probably less
than twenty feet away from him. He couldn’t see anything through the flames and they raged up the slope before him but he could feel immense anguish and pain flooding the area above him. He kept his focus and forced the flames to go anywhere but back the way they had come. He didn’t hold them long maybe a five count or a little more but then he let them fall. It was time for the next part of his plan, he continued to let the power flow into him and as he felt that he might be getting to a dangerous level he didn’t stop accepting it he only slowed the rate at which he let it in. The Warlock thought to himself that if he could have it this easy at home he would be damn close to being a god, as he worked his way up the ramp which was much less sloped now which he thought was odd. As far as he understood it the crystal was only affected by fire when it was in direct contact with it he didn’t think he had hit the floor of the ramp at all but he didn’t give it much more thought than that as he made his way to the upper cavern.
                The Cave was almost three times its original size and against the wall opposite the slope were the remains of two Casaganoth one was nothing more than a skeleton and even part of that was missing the other was mostly gone but much of the chest, head and a portion of a wing were charred but still there. Asmodan turned and looked down at the floor of the cave and made his circle again this time it was an inch below the surface and there was only a thin sheet of fire that was allowed to form in only a few seconds he had cut a disk large enough to cover the entrance and a few support bars that could be braced against the edge in the floor where the disk had come from and wedge in against the door to keep it shut. Once he was sealed in he sat down in the center of the shallow circle he had cut in the floor and began to think things through again. Danny didn’t miss the fact that the damned cat didn’t seem to be here anywhere. He did finally close himself off from whatever that massive source of power that was around him was. He didn’t expend what he had stored up though he kept it in reserve. Once he had a minute to calm himself down or at least try to he noticed two things the first was that he felt kind of stoned or high but not like when he was popping pills like a kid with Halloween candy this was better it was more still the cozy detached from the body feeling and the fact that everything seemed to be surreal but without the cloudy head and the lack of ability to make a clear thought. This was some good stuff. The second thing that he noticed was that the mostly dead demon was not an “all dead demon”. The warlock’s first instinct was to make it an “all dead demon” and be done with it but he then decided that “mostly dead” was good because the lack of all dead might give him information that he might need. As far as he had ever learned with demons actually dying in the abyss meant that that was it. There was no necromancy or any other trick that was going to get you another conversation with one that had gone that way. He did also know that with almost every type of demon he had ever heard of if it wasn’t dead and it was given enough time it was going to be back to its old nasty self again sometimes that length of time stretched into the thousands of years but one way or another it would be back. So he got up and walked over to the black crusty nub of a thing. It really was only just a head, neck, and chest; from the left shoulder down there was maybe four inches of yet more charred nasty with a few of the bones that would support a wing broken and smashed back behind that. The whole thing looked like it was being held together with the part of a barbeque that you wouldn’t let your dog eat.
Danny crouched down in front of it and stared for a minute. Its eyes were burnt out one was a seared hole in its goat shaped skull and the other was just a black patch of yealch. The chest moved irregularly which was interesting as far as he knew the thing didn’t need to breathe so there was not really a reason for the chest to move at all but at the same time if it was going to rise and fall as if breathing should there be a steady rhythm like his own breathing? It would be awesome to take this thing home with him and really check it all out.
“Wow you realize I actually managed to burn the stink off of you?”
The demon did not respond. That irritated Danny he knew that they didn’t have a brain the same way that humans did demons were more about the heart and the essence so he could technically cut the head off and still commune with the dumb thing.  “Hey you, I don’t have to make this worse on you do I?”  He waited a few seconds and when there was still no response it started to really piss him off. “OK Billy, you are gonna come out from under your little bridge or I am going to come in there and mentally  flay  you to the point where it won’t matter if the body heals in a hundred years or not there won’t be anything left of you to use what grew back.” There was still only silence both physical and mental. The physical was not a surprise as far as Danny could tell any hole that could be used to make a sound with was seared shut. Which again had him wondering what the point of the chest movement was? It couldn’t draw breath to breathe with. He thought for a little while longer and then decided to try a different approach. “Hey crispy, you remember hearing about my buddy right? You open up a little bit and maybe he doesn’t have to get a hold of you after I heal you back up.” As Danny mentioned his buddy he brought up the image of the pit fiend that he remembered from the dream that Volnam had shown him just after they had first met while he was in the Hospital. The thing was horrifying to Danny then and the succubus seemed to have a healthy fear of them. There was now a small hint of fear mixed in with the agony that came off of the thing, but still no replies.
Asmodan crouched there thinking of another way to handle this when his mind wondered to Monique and the fact that he had a chance if he could get home of succeeding and bringing her home to him. Then there was the kiss. The kiss that he just sat there for, she kissed him but he didn’t kiss back how could he not have kissed her back? He had to succeed if for no other purpose than to apologize to make sure that she didn’t think that something had changed that he didn’t care about her anymore or had moved on. She would have to know that he would never, could never move on. To get home he needed information to get information at that moment he needed this charred thing and this charred thing was denying him. It wasn’t just ignoring him it was denying him everything at this point.
The warm cozy stoned sharp minded all powerful god like thing that Danny had been enjoying at that point seemed to do nothing to help a man’s temper, at that moment it in fact seemed to shorten it a bit. Danny ripped the lid off the demons mind with little more effort than clearing away cobwebs during spring cleaning. He made sure that it was painful as he went. With each mental maneuver he slammed images and matching feelings of burning nails or red hot chains pinning and tying back any safety net or shield that the thing tried frantically to throw up. At one point it almost felt like a massive wall of the same black crystal that this demon had probably spent its whole existence thinking was the most impervious substance there could be was thrown up as another blockade to protect itself and it seemed to work for a few seconds. The Warlock knew that each second he spent on the wrong side of each barrier the more time the demon had to try and think up more things to slow him down the trick was not to get exhausted past the point of winning once that happened in a game like this either Danny would pass out and fall over on the ground in front of the demon or the demon would turn it around on him and have him trapped in its playground once it figured out that it had him there was a good chance that life would go back to the way it was a few hours ago. Luckily the last block of time that Danny had no actual way of knowing the length of, had come pretty close to destroying Danny’s own mind and that mixed with the rage made for an assault that was almost impossible to protect against the crystal wall went up it held long enough for Danny to recognize what it was understand that fire was the key to get through it set himself on fire and tear his way through. Danny understood that each barrier was also a part of the demons own mind that the more devastating or painful or completely he destroyed each of them the more pain he inflicted on the mind making them. It was hard to focus on creating effective defenses when you were in constant pain, if he didn’t know it before this demon and the other two had taught it to him. He was going to be damned sure he was going to make sure his teachers were masters of the lessons they handed out. Part of the way through the crystalline wall he forced the fire out and away from himself in a violent explosion sending shards in every direction.