MAJOR
DEMONS
BY: RANDALL J. MORRIS
This book is a
work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are a product
of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual
persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
Copyright
© 2015 by Randall J. Morris
All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author except for the use of brief quotations in critical articles or book reviews.
CHAPTER 1
Hunting
nephilim with a pregnant Lilith was driving Leech insane. After their brief
meeting with the three Archangels, they had split into three groups of two.
Uriel had gone with Raphael, Shadow with Gabriel, and Leech with Lilith.
“Leech!”
Leech
sighed and walked back to Lilith’s tent.
“Lily?”
“Do
you still think I’m beautiful?”
“Of
course.”
“Seriously?
I’m really fat.”
“You’re
pregnant. That doesn’t mean you stopped being hot.”
Lilith
grinned at him.
“Right
answer. So I’m hot enough for you to do a favor for me?”
“Lily,
we’re hunting nephilim… I don’t really have time to…”
“You
lied to me! You don’t think I’m hot anymore!”
Leech
sighed.
“What’s
the favor? What are you craving this time?”
“I
would like the soul of a human who was very good for most of their life and
then turned evil in old age and went to Hell. That should deal with this
craving.”
“Raven
is already getting you a new hairbrush because the old one wasn’t good enough.
So I guess I’ll send Gangrene?”
“Yes.
Oh and I want my pony.”
“Keshi
is in Hell. You can’t ride her when you’re pregnant.”
“I
just want her up here.”
“Why?”
“Because
you haven’t been paying enough attention to me and Keshi won’t leave me to hunt
nephilim!”
Lilith
started to cry. Leech approached to comfort her. When he was within range, she
spun off her bed and kicked him hard in the stomach.
“Ow!
Lily you need to stop being insane! I’ve stopped every time you said you wanted
more time with me. I doubt we’re even on that nephilim’s trail anymore. I
haven’t seen any evidence that he went this way for days.”
“Don’t
blame me. Blame your daughter.”
Leech’s
grinned widely and he kneeled in front of Lilith and put his hand on her belly.
“So
it’s a girl?”
“Well
I’m not sure. It could be your son. Either way, I’m not responsible for any of
this.”
Leech
laughed.
“I’ll
send Gangrene. Anything else before I send him?”
“Nope.
Send Gangrene and then don’t come back in here until you have all of my stuff!”
“So
I’m not spending enough time with you… but I can’t come in here unless I have
your stuff?”
“Exactly.”
“And
in Lily-land… that doesn’t violate… oh… I dunno… logic and common sense.”
Lilith
shrieked like a harpy, picked up a small mirror from her bedside table and
threw it at Leech. Leech barely made it out of the tent in time. Gangrene was
grinning at him.
“You’re
not gonna think it’s so funny when I tell you what she wants now.”
Gangrene’s
grin vanished from his face.
“If
I ever decide to impregnate Raven, I want you to remind me of this. Deal?”
“We’ll
see if I let you live that long. Now get back down to Hell and bring back her
horse and a human soul that was good for most of its life and then turned
evil.”
Gangrene
sighed and turned to leave.
“Oh
and Gangrene… one more thing.”
“Yes?”
“If
I catch you smirking at my discomfort again, I will demote you to be an errand
boy permanently.”
Gangrene
turned and started back towards Hell, mumbling about how insane the daughters
of Vixen were.
Leech
cautiously made his way back into Lilith’s tent.
“Do
you have my stuff?”
“No,
but I have a gift for you.”
Lilith
thought about throwing him out again but decided to hear him out. Leech pulled
a soft, dark green blanket from behind his back. Lilith raised an eyebrow.
“What
the hell is that?”
“Well
it’s just…”
“Just
what?”
“Let
me finish!”
Silence
followed Leech’s outburst.
“It’s
the blanket I was wrapped in as a baby. I was hoping that we could wrap our kid
in it when it’s born. Boy. Girl. I don’t really care. I’m just glad we’re
having one.”
Lilith’s
eyes started to tear up.
“Oh
I’m sorry, Leech. That’s a beautiful thought.”
She
wiped her eyes and then laughed.
“I’ll
bet you were a cute baby.”
“The
absolute cutest.”
Leech
tossed her the dark green blanket and Lilith ran it through her hands.
“It’s
so soft. Call Gangrene back, Leech. I don’t need that other stuff. I just want
you. That’s all I need. Oh and the hairbrush. Don’t call Raven back. Just
Gangrene.”
“Done.
I’ll call Gangrene back and then I’m coming back in here for you. You’re still
really hot and we’re long overdue for some make out time.”
Lilith
giggled.
“Hurry
back then.”
Leech
left the tent and saw Gangrene leaning on his spear.
“So
it worked?”
“It
did. Where did you find a dark green blanket anyways?”
“It
was draped over my horse under the saddle. Nicely played, General Leech.”
“You
should be taking notes. It’s gonna be this bad when Raven has a baby. You need
to be on top of your game.”
Gangrene
grinned.
“Noted.
Should I instruct the armies to keep searching?”
“No.
We’re done for the night. We’ll start back up tomorrow.”
When
Leech entered Lilith’s tent again, he saw that Raven had returned and was
brushing her hair.
“I
totally understand, Lily. That last hairbrush was unbearable. This one is much
better.”
“It
really is. Now get out. Leech is back.”
Raven
looked slightly offended, slammed the brush down on the table next to Lilith’s
bed, and stormed out.
“Did
they find anything new from the nephilim?”
“Nope.
We still don’t even know who it is. There’s no need to worry about that right
now though.”
Lilith
grinned at him mischievously.
“You’re
right. Come here, leechy face.”
Leech
leaned in and kissed her. Lilith cried out.
“Ah!”
“What
is it? Is the baby coming? Raven, get in here! The baby is coming!”
Lilith
grabbed Leech’s hand and shook her head.
“It’s
not that.”
Raven
entered the tent with an extra pillow and blankets, ready to play midwife.
“False
alarm, Raven. You can leave.”
Raven
threw the blankets on the ground and flipped them off. She turned and left.
“What
was that then?”
“It’s
one of the nephilim. I can sense it. I feel this sometimes when Shadow is
around. There’s a nephilim stalking us.”
As
Lilith was uncertain of the exact location, Leech teleported in the direction
she had pointed. After a few minutes of running, he saw a creature kneeling in
the sand on a beach as the waves crashed in around it. The creature wore a
black, hooded robe. It stood and turned to face Leech.
“Leech
of the underworld. Abandon the nephilim girl in your camp and I will spare the
demon armies that travel with you.”
“Who
the fuck are you to talk to me like that?”
The
nephilim grinned.
“My
name is Thanatos. My brother and I once saved the nephilim Lilith from death.
It was only after we did so that our father revealed to us that she is our
half-sister. We thought we were sent to aid Shadow.”
“There’s
no way in hell you’re taking her with you.”
“Ah…
but we’re not in Hell… are we?”
Leech
pulled the guns from his belt and quickly fired off a shot from each. The
bullets were engulfed by the sand where Thanatos had been standing.
“Where
are you hiding, Thanatos? You’re only delaying the inevitable. I will slay you
and you will fade into nothing more than a memory.”
Though
Leech couldn’t see him, he could hear Thanatos’s response.
“Much
talk. Talking will win you nothing. All the same, the woman goes with me to my
father’s house. I go to take her now and there’s nothing you can do to stop
me.”
Leech
immediately teleported to Lilith’s tent and saw Thanatos standing over a
sleeping Lilith. Leech took up his scythe and slashed it across the back of
Thanatos. Thanatos did not bleed, but turned to face Leech and fell on his
knees. His eyes started to glow white.
“My
father has misled me once again. While I have brought thousands to their death,
I could not see my own demise. I can see yours though, Leech. I was sent here
to deliver that message. If you continue to pursue the nephilim, one of them
will strike you down. Your death is fast approaching. This is my final
prediction.”
The robe of Thanatos fell to the earth, now devoid of its former
occupant.
