Striking deals and power trades

Well, that is self-explanatory really. Demons can swap powers, or steal them. They can even trade them for deeds good or bad, it just depends what they want and where they are getting their powers.

There are demonic markets where all sorts of things are traded. There are also bidding wars, bounties and all sorts of deals that can be made.

Some things come at too high a price, like Fury Talismans. Rare, coveted and theft is punishable by eternal vanquishing, yes they have the power to do that.

Chapter Seventeen “The Movement”

On yet another of Willows walks to the park she sat by the bridge slowly becoming more and more curious at a sparkling of sunlight in the water underneath the shadow of the bridge. Slowly she edged her way towards it. She bent down and reached into the water, her hand grasped the cool surface of what turned out to be a compact mirror, thinking nothing of it slipped it back into the water. Standing to go to turn back up the slope she heard voices from the bridge above.

Two demons were openly talking, complaining about the Colter demons throwing a fit at the news of the return of the Gourlay leader. Apparently he had been lucky striking a deal becoming a Marfa. The idiot who had vanquished the inbred filth had no idea what they were doing, left the collective holder intact. There was just enough left to bring him back, it’s why the Gourlays were coming out of hiding to hunt again. Some had escaped the massacre. Willow bit her lip in frustration listening in but she had a new plan for the day.

*
Swallowing her pride she entered her home, her parents welcomed her back instantly. “Well we had wondered if you had destroyed it, we just didn’t ask because of your charming mood.”
“How do I find it, everything there looks like trash”
“We thought it might? But there should be a room in the heart of the building it’s probably going to seem like a palace in comparison, hell I wouldn’t be surprised if it was in the king’s bedroom, they tend to have egos. But you will know when you see it”
With that Willow got up and made her way to the compound. It looked no different then the boarded up pig sty it had become. “Kill the collective kill them all” she muttered to herself tip toeing round, straining her ears for the slightest of noises.

Finding a broken board she took a look into the darkness gathering the courage to creep inside. Tip toeing through the darkness she searched the rooms. The staircase full of holes and splinters from her tirade, she climbed up as carefully as she could until she reached the landing. There was no mistaking the noises coming from a barely open door, making out a crackling of pink fire coming from a tall cast iron urn around it were various cushions, throws and beds. Just out of sight were those responsible for the noises.

Willow felt a hand on her shoulder and jumped out of her skin, there beside her stood three Gourlays pushing her into the room. Willow landed feet from the urn. She couldn’t take her eyes off of it. “Mesmerizing isn’t she” the Gourlay king stood by the urn, thankfully to Willows surprise, fully clothed. He spoke again, “Do I look different now? Its got to be this new body, gorgeous isn’t it?” He wasn’t talking to her, but he wasn’t wrong, despite the vile green eyes he was a toned Adonis. Realistically he was a demon fresh from the kill, his latest victim strewn across one of his many beds. The kings subjects clearly restless pacing the floor between her and her exit.

“It will be so sweet to bend you over and turn your body into one of us, you would make such a pretty little thing in my beds.”

With all her focus Willow attempted to vanquish the king again but failed, her detestation at his words providing distractions. She tied to aim for the collective, but failed it was too strong, too full. Thinking on her feet Willow fired at the Gourlays pacing the room. Keeping them at bay from the corner of her eye she could see the collective flickering darker and darker, becoming almost blood red, this time with some focus she hit the collective, it smashed to smithereens the remaining Gourlays became consumed in the blood red flames until once again they had become a stenching puff of green smoke.

 

 

Werewolves

I really, really hope I don’t have to explain this too much. Full moon + Demonic being= Werewolves. Silver bullets will destroy them, that or total incineration…

Werewolves hunt in the packs of the beasts that turned them. Cruel in nature and in human form, they like their steaks very rare.

Not the nicest creature to come across, in human or beast form. Happy to tear you limb from limb any time. Very distrusting and very aggressive, beware of entering the wolf den. Natural enemies of Vampires, very severe and old grudge and war going on between these two enemies. Both are outlawed by the source of evil himself.

Chapter Sixteen “A Silver Bullet Fails”

In the early hours of the morning before the sun had risen a group of Colters had been snooping around the Gourlay compound once again before they eventually broke in and began rummaging around the debris hunting for survivors.

*
“Where are we going?”
“Trust me its not much further” Hunter lead Willow further and further up the slope until it leveled out. He stopped and threw a picnic blanket down, “ta da” Willow stared at him confused until she followed his gaze to where he was pointing. There stretched before them was a stunning view of the sunset, the road that ran near by now seemed much quieter. She sat beside him watching the sun slowly set she lay in his arms. “This is so close to perfect” she sighed as the sun finally set in no hurry to move.

Behind the shadow of the clouds the moon came into view, bright and full. In the trees further down she heard howls, one after another joined in chorus. Willow turned to hunter “what’s that?” Not too concerned by a pack of dogs.
“That would be werewolves” She sat up like a bolt, not expecting his answer.

“Werewolves? Hate to sound stupid but should we still be sat here?”
“Possibly?”
“Possibly? So what do we do?”
“Nothing they won’t bother us”
“How do you know?”
“Because I do” Willow eyes him suspiciously. But for once Willow didn’t feel her usual fearless self, she was nervous, very nervous and itching to leave.

Willow watched the road, there hadn’t been any traffic in over an hour, and everything had become far too quiet. Hunter was far too relaxed. On the darkness of the road Willow could just about make out the headlights of the towns ‘Haunted Tours’ tour bus. Her unease grew as she saw the trees rustling and moving as something began making its way towards the road. Another howl told her what it was. She sat bolt upright like lightening had struck.
“Willow relax”
“I can’t” she stood and watched as the bus came to a sudden stop. “I don’t like this, I don’t like this at all”
“What now? Willow relax, you are safe”

“But they aren’t” she could hear the screams of the people on board. Without intention Willow shimmered from the spot. “I knew it” muttered Hunter before he packed up and started making his way down to the road.

*

Willow had shimmered right in front of the tour bus. Shocked to see around twenty pairs of blood thirsty amber eyes turn to face her. Suddenly their attention was on her, she did the only thing she could think of. Run, get them away from the bus, get them to chase her, soon they had followed her back through the trees some of the time running, some shimmering, some how she had lead them back to the caves where she had first met Hunter. The occasional bat overhead flew into a panic as the werewolves chased her as she sped down the tunnels some how back where she had started, only this time surrounded by wolves.

Just as they went to pounce she shimmered out and found herself in the very room where Hunter had met her. This time he stood there watching her arrive. “Is there something you wanted to tell me?”
“Yes, run” she turned and he grabbed her arm, “no, you shimmered, you are a demon”
“Part, not entirely, now run” Hunter did as he was told until they ended up yet again full circle to find vampires and werewolves locked in vicious battle. “Oh for heavens sake you have to be kidding me, Hunter take my hand”
“Why?”
“Do you trust me?” he looked in her eyes, “yes.”
“Take my hand” he took her hand and with a lurch she had shimmered them outside the mouth of the caves. Panting from the effort she slid against the grassy slope.