I dressed in the silk pajamas Wayne provided me. The blood from my symbol left me no choice but to keep my shirt open. I dug around the cabinets in the bathroom until I found a box of generic bandages. Satisfied that my symbol would not bleed through and ruin the obviously expensive bed wear, I opened the door and stepped back into the room. Jeanine was under the blankets, she was in the fetal position, making her already small body a tiny ball. She was asleep already. Or at least pretended to be. I laid on the opposite end. I made sure my notepad and pen were besides me. I wanted to say something to Jeanine but could not find the words. “I want to go home.” I heard her say almost silently.
I thought about Andy. Vivian had not directly incinerated his body. Surely his remains would be found. The authorities would probably assume it was an accidental fire. Jeanine however would definitely be missed. Questions would be asked. Investigations started, I turned to face her back. I wasn’t worried about the police discovering us. No. After all I had seen I worried at the innocent police who would be killed ruthlessly if they got too close to the truth. I wondered also, who gave Wayne and Vivian their orders? Who sent her to the cabin tonight? I had to learn their organization. Their leadership. I wouldn’t doubt that such powerful beings where in all levels of power. Maybe they controlled the police. I heard a barely audible voice. I sat up.
I could see Jeanine’s face illuminated by a small light. A phone! Of course, all adults had cell phones. “Jeanine.” I said excitable. It never occurred to me that we were not searched. And why should we? The Nephilim had already proved they could be anywhere. Was she calling for help? I felt alarmed at the thought of the police coming to the mansion, just to be slaughtered. But, also…there was a part of me that didn’t want anything to interfere with me learning to use my abilities. I paused at my own selfishness. Vivian had never promised to teach me. For all I know she intended to kill us later. Maybe we would become her butler and maid. I almost smiled at this thought. They seemed so rich, I was sure slave labor was something they did not need. Jeanine pressed a button on the phone and I heard the voice again.
It was Andy! She was replaying his voice message. I called her name again. She did not move but spoke up. “I half expected him to answer.” There were no tears in her voice. We both had cried all the tears our bodies could ever produce for a lifetime. “Your family will be worried about you?” She nodded. “I have three roommates who are expecting me back tomorrow.” This frightened me. As I was sure Vivian’s response to any agitation from Jeanine would be an open palm. I put my hands over my head. How could I keep this woman alive? She turned the screen off. “Jeanine, could I use your phone?” Without turning she tossed it into my lap. The phone had forty percent power. I wanted to check so many things, where should I start?
Like most people, I started at Google. I typed in Moloch. I blinked. There were over three million results. I clicked the first link. I was greeted with a drawing of a giant being with a horned bull head. Words jumped out at me like; Canaanite God, child sacrifice, and fallen angel. Nothing referred to him as The Leviathan. I typed that into the search next. It said it was a sea monster. I read more. I learned that God had in the early days of man, broke the beast’s heads into pieces, feeding people in the wilderness with its flesh. The most interesting thing I read was; in Isaiah 27:1 he is called the ‘wriggling serpent’ who will be killed at the end of time. On another page which seemed to be for satanic worship, I read that The Leviathan is one of the four crown princes of Hell. He represents water which is associated with the creation of life. And the direction of west. I blinked my dry eyes. The phone had five percent battery left.
I turned the screen off. I don’t know how long I was reading but Jeanine was definitely asleep now. Her soft snores seemed innocent and unaware of our situation. I had searched the internet to find answers, but I was more confused. I got up and started pacing with my notepad. I had already filled a quarter of it. I could never motivate myself to write this much in school. I had to accept that this world was infinitely more fascinating. And dangerous. Is that what is keeping me interested? Is that is what is keeping me in this room. I approached the door and turned the doorknob again. I gasped as the door opened. Wayne never locked it back. I took a step into the hallway. I looked at the door and frowned. There was no visible way to lock the door from the outside. How had Vivian done so? I had to accept that things I could not understand had a lot to do with magic. No. Black magic.
By all common sense I should have closed the door and got back into bed. I had to explore. I had to answer some of these questions. The hallway was dark but there were small floor lights by every door. I could see reasonably well. Where should I go first? I closed my eyes. Focus on answers. Help me find answers, I thought. When I opened them I was already walking down the great staircase that led to the foyer. The first floor was also dark and quiet. I had the impulse to go into the kitchen. It was a huge room with marbled floor and two silver refrigerators that hummed almost silently. I walked to a pantry door and opened it. It was full of cleaning supplies. I still had the nagging feeling. I had to explore more. I moved the contents around. There was nothing suspicious in the pantry. I closed it back. Still the feeling lingered. “What is in here, please show me.” I whispered aloud. I opened the pantry again. I gasped. There was now stairs leading down. It was pitch black. I could not see the bottom of the stairs.
I had come too far. I placed my hand on the wall and felt the first step with a bare foot. The step was concrete and very cold. I continued down. It was so dark that I expected my next step to be nothing, and I would fall endlessly. I reached the bottom, my foot tapped around until I was satisfied there were no more stairs. I regretted leaving the phone, I could have used it for a light source. I heard shuffling coming deeper from the basement. I kept one hand on the wall as I walked forward. My hand brushed against a handle. A door. I put my ear to the door. I could hear grunts and growls, it sounded like an animal was being kept in the room. Was it for a sacrifice? The animal sounded like it was distressed. If I open this door, a wounded animal would not hesitate to attack me.
But the nagging feeling, the power I used. Find me answers I asked it. I know that behind this door I would find some. I braced myself so I could slam the door shut at the slightest hint of danger. Here goes. I cracked the door. The hinges made no sound. I immediately felt a breeze blow out and the smell of sweat. I opened it wider. For a few moments I did not know what I was looking at. The room was small. In the middle of the room was a raised platform with a bed, not unlike the one in our room. The bed had no linen on it. Surrounding the bed were tall white candles that were all lit. They swayed in a circular fashion in the wind. There was a strong current in the room although there were no windows. A man sat on a chair in the corner, his face completely hidden by an open newspaper he was reading. I know this was Wayne. My eyes drifted back to the bed in the center.
A man lay naked on his back. His hands bound over his head. He was blindfolded. He didn’t move. I looked down. A dark ring had formed around him and was dripping off the bed, in what could only be blood. A black handle stuck from the middle of his chest, it bobbed in rhythm. A naked Vivian was on top of him, violently grinding against him. She had her face pointed towards the ceiling. She was grunting, and snarling. Spittle was foaming around her mouth and jaw. Her eyes were closed and her lips curled into an animalistic snarl. Her growling grew louder, as it did the wind blew more powerfully, causing some of the candles to blow out. It was as if a tornado was trying to form in the confines of the small room. The sight of this was enough to make me scream in terror. But when I did it wasn’t just the sight of Vivian that did it.
While she contorted her body and raked her nails into the man’s chest. The candles that remained lit, casted her shadow on the wall. She threw her head back in ecstasy the gigantic silhouette mirrored her actions. But it was not her. The black figure was large and rotund, Wings flexed from the back of the shadow. As Vivian made a howling sound, the shadow opened its mouth and a two foot long tongue flicked out and twirled. I heard someone scream. I didn’t realize at first that it was me. Vivian did not stop. She seemed to smile at this and thrusted her hips even faster. I had fell onto my knees, my hands covering my mouth. The sound of newspaper moving, brought my eyes towards Wayne. He glanced at me sideways. “Hey kid, close the door, will ya?”
Without me moving the door swung closed in front of me. Vivian had started to bark. I started running into the darkness. I tripped over what sounded like a bucket. Something cold and sticky washed over my leg. I got up and continued to run. I thundered up the steps and slammed the pantry door shut. I didn’t turn around to see if the stairs had once again disappeared and turned into an ordinary cleaning closet. I was back in the room. I slammed the door and locked it. Jeanine lifted her head up to the sound. I ran past the bed and rushed into the bathroom. I closed and locked that door too. I sat inside the bathtub, drawing my knees under my chin. I gripped my legs tightly. I realize I had been holding my breath. I finally allowed air into my lungs. Jeanine was gently knocking on the door. I ignored her. She gave up after a while and I heard her footsteps fading away.
I was expecting the door to break open any minute and a wild eyed naked Vivian, snarling and foaming at the mouth to attack me. The only thing that I could hear was my breathing and my own heart beating. I got out of the tub. My leg was wet, at first I thought I accidently turned the water on. The unmistakable stain of blood was on my leg and foot. I took my pajama bottom off and rinsed my leg in the tub. After I dried it, I left the bathroom, leaving the bloodied bottoms on the floor where they laid. I walked to the bed. Jeanine turned and faced me. “What happened? How were you able to leave? Where did…” She stopped the moment she saw my face. She ceased asking me questions. Her life has been a continuous nightmare ever since I knocked on her cabin door. She had sadly grown accustomed to the horror.
I turned my back to her as I laid down. I felt the soft mound of her breast touch my back as she wrapped her arms around me. Feeling that made me picture Vivian. How wild she tossed her head into the air, the way her hair whipped around. Her breasts shaking as if they were about to detach from her body. I shivered. Jeanine held me tighter. I closed my eyes but I could not, would not, go to sleep. I was foolish to think I could learn how to use the ability from the Nephilim. No matter how well I was treated, how personable they can be, still at their core they were monsters. I would never be one of them. Anything they tried to teach me I would refuse. My symbol seemed to react painfully to this. And you, Moloch I thought. You will never have my soul. I winced as Moloch seemed to answer back by stabbing my symbol with sharp pain. My symbol. No. They’re symbol.
I felt homesick. I would give anything to wake up back in my own messy bed. Hear my brother and sister arguing in the next room. Smell my mom cooking breakfast from our kitchen. I know Jeanine wishes the same. I never should have knocked on their door. “We are going to escape this place, Jeanine. I promise.” She didn’t answer back. I felt her small breath on the back of my neck. She had drifted back to sleep. I envied her. After a while I slowly untangled myself from her arms. I had to urinate. I didn’t want her to stop holding me but the need overcame this. After I used the toilet, I ran some water over my hand. I had almost slipped on the pajama bottoms I left on the floor. My heart sank when I stepped out and saw Vivian sitting on the edge of the bed.
She had a green silk robe wrapped around her, in her hands was a small cup of steaming liquid, probably tea. I couldn’t even look at her. I stood in silence for a few minutes. She sipped and looked at me with no expression in her eyes. “You’re a demon.” I said quietly. “Am I?” “I don’t want to learn anything from any of you monsters.”
“Oh? I don’t remember agreeing to be your teacher.” I kept my eyes on the floor. “You saw something that upset you. But why?” “Huh?” I looked up. “Boy, you have crossed the veil and returned. You have seen wonders most humans never will. So I ask you again why? Why are you still shocked? I shook my head. “You raped and killed that man didn’t you? I saw the blood.” She sipped from her cup. “I actually didn’t do anything. When you get as old as me, wants of the flesh becomes unnecessary. She sighed, “There is power in blood, and sex.” She stood up. She grabbed my hand while holding her cup in the other. She pressed my hand in between her thighs. It felt wet and sticky. It was also burning hot. “Feel that, boy? It’s like an electric current. Let it run through you.” Indeed I felt a buzzing sensation that ran from my fingers to my arm and onto my shoulder, “And sugar, the purer the loins it comes from the more potent.” I snatched my hand away. I turned to wash it off immediately.
I was stopped in my tracks. I was turned around, the bottoms of my feet heating up with friction. She placed the cup down and walked up to me. “I will show you.” “No!” I shouted. She ripped the buttons off my shirt. I closed my eyes and pushed out as hard as I can with my mind. My symbol burned in the familiar sting and I felt a force rush out from it. It hit Vivian dead center of her face. Her hair ignited, her head snapped back. She stood perfectly still, her back arched backwards unnaturally. Smoke was coming off of her head. She laughed. She pulled her head back up. Most of her hair had been singed off, one of her eyes was missing, ocular jelly bubbling from the socket. I tried to use the Shimmer again, but I dropped to my knees. I had no energy. I was fighting to even stay conscious. She covered her face with both hands and whispered. I dropped to my hands. I have never been this fatigued in my life. I felt close to death. What happened to me?
She removed her hands. Her face had mostly healed, her new eye was dark brown while the other glowed purple. Patches of her hair had started to grow back. I could barely keep my face lifted as I watched her. She look down at me. “You have the talent, just no power. It is very easy to kill oneself by extorting too much life force. You are at the precipice, are you not?” I was trying to catch my breath. “I…I don’t know what that means.” She grabbed my chin and I was once again looking into her eyes. The newly formed brown one was slowing turning a light purple. “As I said earlier boy, there is power in blood, sex, and sugar. Power that my Djinn craves. You see that was not me, I ceded control to Iblis. Life and death is a never ending loop Iblis has never experienced. I imagine the feeling of fucking someone to death is quite intoxicating. I have no stomach for it. But Iblis gives as much as he takes and so shall I.” She tossed me on the bed. I had no strength to resist.
“When Iblis is in control, I go deep into my memories.” She pulled her gown off and let it drop to the floor. “Mostly I relive killing my father all over again. Sometimes in different ways.” She snatched my underwear off. “Please no.” I weakly begged. She continued talking. “But, sometimes I will visit of memory of us traveling, laughing, happy times.” She grabbed my legs. “You say you no longer want power. You are marked boy. There is no life for you to go back to. Even killing you would be a cruel act, as you would be The Leviathan’s play thing. No, the kindest thing I can do is give you more power. What you do with that power is of no concern to me.” She grabbed and twisted my penis so hard I screamed. “I am going to share Iblis’s feast with you. Iblis is excited as well, he tells me you’re a virgin. You will sacrifice your virtue to my Djinn. This is the payment I demand for your life. “No, never!” I tried to kick my legs, her grip was unshakeable. She wiggled my flaccid penis. “This just won’t do.” She bite into my member.
My scream was so thunderous that I almost fainted. Blood was forming around her teeth. She looked up and gave me a bloody grin. My penis was on fire. It stood on its own so swollen it felt as if it would burst. She grabbed it and sat over it. “I suggest you find your happy memory to hide in, this will not be pleasant.” She entered me inside her. It felt like hundreds of tiny wet fingers gripped my member. She moaned loudly. She thrusted my pelvis, I had the wind knocked out of me. She rocked my body faster and faster. I couldn’t catch my breath. The pain was horrendous. I tried to find my brother. I cried out to Jesus. Anyone, save me! She slapped me so hard that I thought my jaw was dislocated. She dug her nails into my chest. A deep rumble resonated from hers. I cried and shut my eyes. Iblis was taking over. Her shadow was on the wall to my left. I turned away from it. I didn’t want to see Iblis’s form. She struck me again.
I faced the opposite direction. Over the sounds of her jaw unnaturally snapping and her grunts, I saw Jeanine in the corner of the room. She was rolled into a ball again. I could see she was crying. She held a pillow over her face. She looked out the corner of her eye. She starting shrieking in terror. I knew she could see Iblis’s shadow. Her screams drew the attention of Vivian. Her eyes wide open, I could see bloodlust. “Jeanine! Close your eyes, don’t look!” I was slapped hard again. Vivian or really Iblis was bouncing so hard on me I felt my pelvic pop. The symbol shot hot blood into the air, it hit Vivian/Iblis’s face. It made them smile. I of course had never had sex before. Sex was always a mystery I had hoped to soon discover. Now for the second time since the Fourth of July, I was being raped. Iblis screamed, the entire room shook as the bed buckled and then collapsed. Iblis rocked Vivian’s body back and forth pausing to rain blows on my face and chest. The bed was a mess of blood and pieces of flesh. Something hot shot from my symbol, it went through my body and into Vivian/Iblis. Everything went black.
I opened my eyes. I instantly shut them again. The air, it burned. A noxious order invaded my nostrils and made me retch. I tried to open them, it felt like I was on another planet’s hostile atmosphere. I stood on solid ice. To the left and right of me were identical cages, about half of my height, the cages were stacked on top of each other and connected making a huge wall. The cages were hundreds of feet high and went as far as my eyes could see. The air still repugnant and making my eyes hurt was windless. I looked up. Above me was a black blazing sun. I could actually feel heat from it. “I’ve died and went straight to hell.” I said. I closed my eyes and focused on one word. Escape. I opened them. Nothing. No nagging sensation, no sense of direction. I was powerless. I walked forward. Inside the cages were all kind of signs of abuse. Dried blood, tattered skin, and bones littered every cage. Clouds of mist swirled in some of the cage. The mist did not leave the confines of the individual cages. I stopped at one and touched the cell door. It swung open. The mist inside did not leave. I put my hand through the mist and I heard someone moan in agony.
I continued forward. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up. I swear I heard someone say my name. I turned around. Nobody was near. As far as I could tell I was the only thing that existed in this world. Besides the disembodied mist in the cages. I heard my name again. I ran towards the source. It was a second tier cage. I approached it and looked in. Once again I was able to simply open the cage. The swirling mist remained in the cage. “Come out.” I said. “It’s ok, you’re free.” The mist paused as if unsure. Then it slowly flowed out of the cage. The air around me grew very cold as the mist seemed to solidify. An apparition appeared, I could see through it clearly. It was my brother! He looked just as he did when he died. I tried to embrace him but I passed right through him. He said my name and smiled. Suddenly he frowned. “Run!” was the only thing he said as he evaporated into nothing. I called his name over and over. “Come back!” I begged. The sound of every cage shaking at the same time stopped me. They all shook again, the metallic jangling sending fear into me. I look behind me.
Walking towards me on the horizon was a gigantic gold statue. It had etched armor that blazed as if on fire. I looked up. Four heads snaked about, all focusing on me. One head looked like a lizard, another an eagle. I didn’t see other two heads as I was already running away as fast as I could. “Moloch!” I cried. It walked in a slow and steady pace. Its footsteps would cause me to stumble and the cages to all rattle. I look behind me, it held a gold hand out. Gravity was turned off. I was floating, row after row of cages starting floating freely. Suddenly a great gust of wind blew me towards Moloch’s outstretched hand. Cages started banging into each other and turning over. Millions of voices screamed in pain. I had to cover my ears as the noise was too much to bare. I felt colossal hands enclose over me. Moloch squeezed. I felt my bones pop and blood escape every orifice. I was still screaming when I opened my eyes and saw I was back in the bedroom.
Jeanine was at my side. She put a wet towel on my forehead. “Jeanine!” I gasped. I was so happy to see her. “Don’t try to talk, your jaw is broken in three places.” I was confused. I tried to sit up, the pain in my face and neck said no. My right arm was wrapped all the way up to my shoulder. “What happened to me?” I grunted. She looked at me with concerned eyes. “You don’t remember?” I heard footsteps approach the bed. Jeanine expression changed and she backed away from the bed. Vivian peered down at me. “About time you woke up.” Flashes of memory of her face in a sneer that was so wide it would be impossible for anyone to make. I jumped when she touched me. “Easy there boy, it’s been two days already. I was starting to think you would never wake up.” She nodded towards Jeanine. “You’re lucky she was here to take care of you. I suggested we toss you into the trash for collection.”
I snorted angrily. “Heal me.” I demanded. She huffed. “Heal yourself.” Her face looked much younger now. I didn’t know if she wore a wig, but she had her hair in a short bob which was no longer gray. I closed my eyes and tried to focus. I was in too much pain. “Please.” I said weakly. She ignored this. “Where did you go to anyway? You definitely wasn’t anywhere Iblis could see.” I swallowed. “I was in hell, I saw my brother and Moloch.” “Hell?” She laughed. “I seriously doubt that. Fine, keep your secrets. You have visitors anyway.” What? It couldn’t be I thought. I tried my best to turn my head. “No!” I shouted. But I knew who it was. My parents walked into the room. My mom gasped as soon as she saw me. My dad looked incredulous. He said my name. “How can this be? He demanded of Vivian. She shrugged. She folded her arms, she didn’t look happy to see them either. “I hate you both! You let us get killed! You did nothing!” They both looked sadly at each other. “We do love you, we tried our best to keep this from you. To protect you!” My dad insisted.
I heard additional footsteps coming. My sister approached the bed. “How curious.” She said studying me. I felt something cold move through my head. I gritted my teeth and pushed back. Her eyes opened in surprise and she took a few steps back. “Stay out of my head, you evil bitch! I hissed at her. My mom gasped. “Oh my God, you can conscript?” “And much more than that.” Vivian remarked. She left it at that. My mom reached to touch my face, I flinched. She murmured a few words, I could feel my headache abate. “What happened to him?” She asked Vivian.
Vivian rolled her eyes. “No longer your concern, girl. He does not belong to you anymore.” “Oh, you think he belongs to you?” My father challenged. “We are taking our son home.” “I for one cannot wait to see you try.” Vivian chuckled as she said this. “The boy will remain with me.” “No!” Jeanine shouted. “I watched you rape and beat him.” “She did what?” My mom screamed. She raised her hand, I could feel the air charge with electricity. My dad turned around to face Jeanine. “Who is she?”
“Mom!” I shouted. “Don’t! She is too powerful.” Vivian checked her watch with a bored look on her face. My mom lowered her hand, instantly the static in the air subsided. My mom looked back at me. “How could you do that to him, you fucking slut! He’s just a child.” “Not anymore.” Vivian quipped. My mom lunged at her. My dad grabbed my mom and Vivian calmly moved out of her reach and walked away. “I bonded with him yes. I also saved him. Look at his symbol, look who he belongs to now. I moved the blanket down exposing the symbol. They both gasped. My sister leaned in a small grin on her face. “I don’t understand.” My dad said.
Vivian countered, “of course you don’t. How could any of you slave classes understand. He has Anunnaki blood running through his veins now. He is better off here. I could have of course simply informed Demonica. Still can’t believe she insist we call her that childish name. I knew her when she was called Medusa.” They both paused at the mention of her name. Vivian walk towards me. “What does the boy think?”
I was surprised she would actually consider anything I wanted. A part of me wanted to jump into my mom’s arms and cry. But my mind drifted back to that night. My last normal night as a kid. I could see my brother’s back snapping backwards and falling lifelessly to the ground. It made me steel my resolve. “If I could get up and walk out now, I would take Jeanine and leave all of you.” I looked at my parents. “Why would I go with parents that would just watch their child die? You didn’t even try to recall my brother. Do you have any idea where he was? How much he was suffering?” They both looked at each other. “Your brother?” My dad asked. He turned around. My world spun into vertigo as my little brother walked into the room.
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