“How touching too, the dear son came to rescue the little monster.”
The sun rose lazily in the sky, and Nixi felt like she had been hit by a truck. She groaned loudly as she picked herself up from where she had been sleeping. It took her a little time before her eyes adjusted to the alien territory she was in. It looked like a frat house. Trash everywhere, mostly pizza boxes, soup cans, beer cans, and was that wine boxes in the corner? It was awful. There were stains of undeterminable origin on the walls and concrete flooring. She didn’t want to look at the couch she was on in fear that it was as moshed in color due to stains as a few spots on the floor. She looked around for anything that was recognizable. She had never been their before, despite the awful condition, it felt comfortable.
“Ah lassie! Ye’r up. I got breakfast ready ‘fer ye!” Lou appeared around a corner with a tray holding a large plate of bacon and toast and coffee. He set it down next to Nixi and made himself a make-shift seat with a trash can. “Ye feelin’ better lass?” He asked, not as much gusto in his voice as when he noticed she was awake. Nixi nodded and took a sip of the coffee. It tasted like filtered dirt.
“I’m good, thanks. A little sore. Was I here all night?” She asked as she rubbed her throbbing head.
“Ya, I was casing a neighborhood for a squatter as a few people are out on vacation in that neighborhood, and I ‘eard a skirmish go’n down.” he snagged a piece of bacon and munched on it, “‘Ope ye don’ mind beef bacon. I like it.”
“Ya, an don’ go say’n ‘Ah yer one ah those anti-pork laddies eh?’ I eat what I like, ‘an I like beef bacon.”
“Tastes like soy.” Nixi took a few nibbles from the strip of bacon and looked at Lou.
“Blasphemous lassie, no bacon for you.” He removed the pieces of bacon, leaving Nixi with just the toast. This didn’t upset her as she didn’t like the bacon at all. The toast was good enough for her. She decided it would be best to have something on her stomach before addressing the elephant in the room. There was, in that respect, no rush to finish the dirt coffee, or the reasonably decent toast. Lou seemed to catch on and didn’t rush. Besides, he seemed to be enjoying that awful beef bacon.
“So,” Lou began as he picked up the tray and set it on the ground. “I do work as a night watch for ah’ couple ah neighborhoods. Some outsource company er something. I won’ bore ye with details. Bottom line, ye’r lucky I was on watch.”
Nixi had a sinking feeling in her gut, the same kind she got when she was a child and was sent to principles office, or had to face punishment for doing something wrong like throwing a ball into a window. She nodded in understanding that yeah, it was probably time to talk. “Yeah, about last night, is she okay?”
“Mrs. Crowley? She’s skipped town. Yer wounds are defensive. Any doctor c’n see it. If they don’t heal a’fore a check out.” He pointed out that Nixi’s arm lacerations looked little more than strange bruises. “Ye don’ gotta worry about it though. Mrs. Crowley couldn’t see a way outta it and took off. By her own will.”
“How does she, er, how did she look?”
“Like a lose’n fighter from UFC! Ah, ye whipped ‘er up good with dat tail ah’ yers!” He seemed genuinely excited for just a moment before calming down, “She looked like shit.” He said in a more somber tone.
Nixi nodded, “Tail, yeah…I have a tail now huh?” She could feel the emotion rising in her and did her best to cool down. Yet another strange something going on that she’d get to report to her doctor. Though, if frantic memory served correctly, didn’t the tail get sliced off? Or at least shortened? Her tail flicked out from under the blanket that only covered her lap. It looked fine, like a complete tail. It reminded her of a white rat tail. This didn’t help her emotional turmoil. Lou picked up on the situation and placed a hand comfortingly on Nixi’s. He smiled lightly and spoke again, “Don’ worry lass, yer fine. Yer a mess right now, but I’m sure things’ll work out fer ye.” He added a wink.
Nixi nodded, “Thank you. So, she’s not gonna press charges? How can you be sure?”
“Ah trust me, she’s gone from yer life ferver.” He stood and took the tray back to the kitchen, “Ye need ta call yer mum by the way. Lady lit up yer phone until the battery gon’ dead.”
At that revelation Nixi looked down at her phone to see it was indeed dead and laying next to the couch. Her mother was probably freaking out and about to call the cops or something. Her attention was brought back to Lou as he held a phone in front of her, “‘Ere lass, use mine.” She took the phone and dialed the number to the new apartment, almost messing up and about to dial her old home phone. There was a couple rings and her mom answered, “Hello?” Came the voice. She sounded raspy as she did when she was up all night.
“Hey mom, it’s me. I-I hope you’re not too worried. I sorta blacked out at the park and woke up…just now. Borrowing a phone from a person.” She said, unsure of her own explanation.
There was a burst of joy and relief on the other end as her mother started to sob, happy that her daughter was still alive.
“I’ll be home shortly mom.”
Nixi headed out the door, followed by Lou who insisted to escort her back as it was on the way to his next job.
“Hey Lou,” Nixi began, garnering a rather goofy grin from Lou, “Your accent, it’s pretty…unique. What is your ethnicity?”
Lou chuckled, “Me dad’s a cowboy from Texas, he an me mum raised me in Ireland, Drogheda near the Irish sea. So I went to school with a lot o’ lads ’n lassies who spoke Irish, a very prodigious school, then I went home to a dad who had ah Texas accent so thick me own mum had trouble understand’n ‘em.” He sounded like he was hiding something, but then how many people poured out their whole life story to someone they met just a day before? Not many people unless they were unhappy with their life.
The explanation sounded good, she picked up a few southern hints along with some other hints from across the sea. It was unique, and slightly annoying. “So, is your mom Irish?”
“Nah, mum’s from the states. West side, small town.” Lou replied. He had a distant smile on his face. That smile was infectious. Nixi found that smile rather attractive, and soon she felt herself feel comfortable and carefree, smiling again. This made the walk in company well worth it. She felt genuinely happy, and she hadn’t felt that way in a long time.
Lou and Nixi took their separate ways a few blocks from Nixi’s apartment complex. She headed into the place with a smile.
Once inside her mother greeted her with a tight hug, “I was so worried Nixi, with all thats going on and…and…” She was lost in a sweep of emotion and stress. Nixi held her mom for some time, still smiling, still with the lasting essence of joy and not willing to let that go.
Nixi spent the day with her mother, just talking and hanging out together. A time of healing and clearing the air as it was. Nixi hoped that everyday from here on out would be better than the last, though she had a sinking suspicion that it was only going to get worse before it really would get better permanently.
“Good morning Nixi, wake up, you have company.” Mrs. Drestien cooed as she stroked Nixi’s cheek.
Nixi slowly opened her eyes and looked at her mom. “Company?” Nixi was hoping that it was Lou, dreading it was Kalispher, and confused actually as to who it really was. She stood and tried to pull a hoodie over her head. “uhhg! Why isn’t this working?!” she grunted as her mom tried to help. It was in vane, and she tore it off and felt her head. Those horns had taken more shape again, grown out to six inches and very obvious. “Great, I’m goat girl.” She said in a grunt. Her hands followed the curve of the horns, from the base at her skull, to the tips, six inches from her chin. The black horns almost looked like a bad hair style, with her hair messy and slightly tangled around them.
“Maybe we can get them sawed off?” Her mom was trying to be a bit of a comfort. It wasn’t helping and the two knew it.
Rolling her eyes in defeat, Nixi pulled a hooded zip up from her closet and pulled the draw strings so only her face was showing. “I look like a balloon head, don’t I?” Her mother nodded. Nixi sighed and put on the best brave face she could muster.
Mrs. Drestien and Nixi went to greet the guest that had come to visit. It was Aaron and his sister. Nixi really didn’t want to entertain Aaron, not after that last time they spoke, his words still sent a chill down her spine. However she didn’t want to appear rude either. The two of them went to the room Nixi was using while Mrs. Drestien and Aaron’s sister had coffee in the kitchenette.
“I hope I didn’t upset you.” Aaron broke the uneasy silence. Even if Aaron didn’t notice the tension, Nixi felt that it could easily be cut with a knife.
“You did sorta shake me up there. Who told you I was fire proof?” She asked as she hopped onto her bed, leaving the old swivel chair for Aaron to take.
“What? What do you mean?”
“The last time we spoke, when you left you said ‘That man in the Armani suit said you were fire proof’, who is that man in the Armani suit?”
Aaron looked at Nixi, confused as if he had never heard of such words before. Aaron had an amazing recall ability. His memory was easily accessible to him whether it was one hour ago, or ten years ago. He could recite monologues verbatim that he had only seen once. A simple phrase as that would be something he could recall, and that look he gave Nixi now was sending even more chills down her spine. She knew she didn’t hallucinate it, or dream it. She knew it had happened, and it was Aaron who spoke it. She shifted in her seat uncomfortably, “Does the name Kalispher mean anything to you?” There it was. Nixi saw a change in Aaron’s eyes. It was slight anyone not paying attention would have missed it, but Aaron’s eyes became a shade lighter. He nodded though, he did know that name. He knew that person. He knew that devil.
“How long has he had an influence on you?” She pressed.
Aaron was quiet for a bit and then spoke, “I’ve always known him. He keeps things from my memory, but his name acts as a trigger. Sometimes he lets me remember, only to have it blocked later on. I-I” His eyes welled up with tears. This was unusual for Aaron to show this much emotion in anything, “I think I’m the reason you’re like this. I’m so sorry Nixi. I’m so sorry!” He said as he looked at the floor, refusing to bring his head up in fear he might catch her gaze.
This was an interesting turn of events. Kalispher had said that Aaron was a beacon, but, why would Aaron think that he was responsible for what Nixi had become? Did he directly tell Kalispher to change her? No, he couldn’t have. Aaron was afraid of anything with horns, even some reptiles. He wouldn’t have wanted any of this to happen to Nixi. “Hey,” She said to him, “Don’t be like that, I know you didn’t have anything to do with this. We’re just part of something unfortunate. We got cursed by a devil, we need to stick together, fend him off. Don’t be upset Aaron, you didn’t do this to me.” Her voice was the best comforting tone she could get to. It wasn’t the most convincing. but it must have done something as Aaron looked up, red rimmed eyes and a messy nose. Nixi chuckled and grabbed a tissue off the window sill, handing it to Aaron to wipe himself off, and stretching her legs. So this Kalispher did have influence over Aaron. It broke Nixi’s heart to know this. She had been avoiding Aaron under the pretense that he was in league with Kalispher, only to find out now that he was a victim like she was. All this time she could have been learning more about Aaron’s involvement and working on a way to rid themselves of the devil Kalispher, instead she had been keeping her distance.
“We’ll get through this. We’ll find a way to get that beast out of our lives.” She said as she watched Aaron wipe himself off and toss the tissue away. He nodded, sniffling a bit but soon recomposing himself.
The two grinned, as if things were getting back to normal. “So, besides big hair, anything new Nixi?” Aaron asked.
Big hair? Nixi’s nose wrinkled in confusion and she brought her hands to either side of her head and laughed. “Hair? No, this is something else, I’d better not take the hood off though, don’t wanna freak you out.” She chuckled again and thought about it, “Well, yeah, there is something. I made a new friend. His name is Lou, he said he’s new in town and came to help his mother out. He’s nice, different, sorta emo looking with that perfect black hair and skinny ripped jeans but, he’s okay. Can’t understand him too well with that crazy Irish-Texan accent.”
Aaron nodded. He hadn’t seen or heard anyone fitting that description, but then he didn’t get out a whole lot. Aaron liked his schedule, he liked things the same every day. He didn’t like to change his routine, not unless it was absolutely necessary, or if it was to visit a close friend like Nixi, whom he hadn’t seen or heard from in a while.
“Lou? Who is his mother? Maybe she shops at Sailor’s?” Aaron said.
Nixi thought about it. It never occurred to her to ask who Lou’s mother was. She knew almost everyone in town so she probably did know Lou’s mother. However she didn’t know of anyone with an Irish accent, or anyone with as strong a southern draw. She made a mental note that she’d ask him who his mother was next time she saw Lou. For now though, she was with Aaron, and the two had some chatting to do.
It was nice to entertain company. Though it was back to just Nixi and her mother. They cleaned up and headed to bed. It was a nice clear night, and the two felt better about going to bed after the day they had. Life was beginning to come back in a positive way, it was good for Mrs. Drestien, and that made Nixi happy. With the new day she would be contacting the doctor, and informing him on the newest addition to her strange condition. Oh how she didn’t look forward to that conversation with him.
Nixi woke up to a loud crash outside her window. She jolted up and opened the window. Looking out she saw nothing, then looked down and saw Lou, with a few branches and twigs around him. “Aw fuck!” he said as he slowly picked himself up and rubbed his back. This made Nixi giggle. “Wait there.” She said in sort of a whispered shout. Nixi jumped out of bed and donned her jacket and the jeans she had from the day before. Soon she was out the door, locked it behind her, and headed down to meet up with Lou. In the limited light of the moon she found it fairly easy to see. Lou though had a mag light which could easily double as a billy club, and a back pack with who knew what inside. He shook some twigs from his hair and smiled when he saw Nixi in her gray zip up, hood covering the horns and strands of black locks shining through. He pressed a finger to his lips in a shush motion as he noticed that Nixi was about to say something. She nodded her understanding and watched Lou for instruction. He took her hand and headed out of the apartment complex. Nixi didn’t know what he was up to, but she felt at ease with Lou, she trusted him completely. Soon the two were heading to the outskirts of the town, up the main hiking area. Lou finally stopped when the two were at the top of a hill that over looked the town. It was strange. Normally a walk and hike like that would have taken a long time, however it seemed like just a few steps with Lou. The two sat down and Lou unpacked what looked like a camping version of a chemistry class bunsen burner, two cans of soup, and a six pack of cola. “Hungry?” He asked. as he set the burner up and put a can of soup on.
Nixi shook her head, “No thanks, though I’d love a coke if you don’t mind.” He tossed her a can and opened one up for himself. “So, why are we here?” She asked and took a drink of her cola.
Lou sighed and leaned back, propping himself up on his left arm, “Me mum told me ‘bout this place. Ye c’n see ferver when ye look out. There ain’t ah herizon out there it seems. A trick o’ the eyes they say.” He looked outwards. It did look like there was no horizon, like a big thing of water surrounding them. Or the night sky just didn’t end. Whatever it was, the scene was beautiful. Nixi used to come here when she was younger, just to get away from things when life felt like it was cornering her. How did it not occur to her to come here lately? This place helped her to clear her mind. It cleared up so much for her, just being there. “Thank you.” She said as she stared out. She leaned back and stared out. Things seemed to be falling into place. After finishing off her coke she let herself slide down to a laying position, just staring up at the clear sky. She smiled wider as she smelled tomato soup heated up. Tomato was her favorite, apparently Lou liked it too.
With every breath she felt herself come to terms with herself, and what she was becoming. “How the hell do you do it?” She asked, breaking the silence. “How is it that I feel so comfortable with you? I’m able to break down, to heal, to be myself with you. How do you do it?”
Lou finished off his soup and tossed the can into the darkness. He laid himself down near Nixi and looked up at the same starry night sky. “No fear.” He replied, “I honestly don’t fear da unknown. Darkness don’t scare me, death don’t scare me, I don’t have fears dat make no sense. What I fear is los’n me ability ta love.” He turned to look at Nixi, who was still staring up into the void of space, speckled with little white, blue, red, and orange lights twinkling about. “It sets me apart, it’s da one thin’ good I got from me dad.”
Nixi smiled, “Thats cool. Sounds like a smart guy. How do you know you’re fearless?”
Lou shrugged, “I c’nt esplain it. Its somth’n ye goat feel fer yerself.” With that he rolled up and started to pac his stuff up. Nixi remained were she was at, “Leaving so soon?” There was a hint of sadness in her voice as she asked.
Lou sighed and ran a hand through his hair, “Aye,” he replied.
“You need to get back to your mom?”
Lou didn’t say anything, only let out another sigh, a little more exacerbated. “Best be on me way. Find me at da park by tha’ library ta’merrow.” With that he headed away, leaving Nixi there, alone.
“She’s getting a little too close eh sonny-boy?” A voice, dripping with confidence and grotesque pride. A man in a dark suit leaning against a large tree near the base of the hill, light colored eyes nearly glowing in the night, stared at Lou as he came into view.
Lou looked at the man, his own eyes flaring in a darkened rage, “Ye good fer nuthin’ bastard. Stay away from ‘er.”
Kalispher only chuckled, “She’s a stunning creature that one. Progressed faster than I had expected. I guess Aaron’s stunt with the fire worked.”
Lou grabbed Kalispher by the collar and slammed him harder against the tree he was leaning against. “Bastard! Bastaird fan amach*!” (*Bastard! Stay away!) He hissed.
Kalispher only grinned, “Child, you should watch that tongue of yours. Wouldn’t want to upset dear ol’ mum now would we? Run along home sonny-boy.”
Lou’s hands released their grip and he took a staggered step backward. He couldn’t make a noise, an invisible force pushing him away. The last thing he saw as he turned by force to head home was Kalispher walking up the hill like a king would walk through his throne chambers.
Nixi heard footsteps approaching on the path. Her eyes where closed and she smiled, “Decided to come back and keep me company a bit longer?”
Kalispher stood over her and looked down, “Come back? I’ve never left you.”
Nixi’s eyes shot open and she looked up. When she saw the man standing over her, and those bright glowing eyes, she quickly got to her feet and glared. “You ass, what are you doing here? Where’s Lou?!”
“Lou? Oh the kid that just left? He’s fine, just going back home. Now, there’s a lot of animosity between us, I really don’t want this…this…” He thought for a moment, “Let me start over, clear this bad air between us.” As he spoke he moved closer to Nixi. Soon, before she knew it, he had her around the waist, holding her close. “My dear Nyx-Irene,” he began, which surprised Nixi, only her parents knew her name was Nyx-Irene. The shock was short lived as she was reminded, he was a demon creature. Of course he’d know her name. “Kalispher,” She began but was cut-off, “Ah you finally said my name out loud, see? We’re making progress.”
Nixi pushed his head away, “Kalispher, I find you detestable. You’re an asshole, a bastard freak of nature whose only fitting place is the innermost circles of hell being tortured by the god of lies himself. You’re evil, you’re not to be trusted, and I’d rather watch myself eaten alive by flies than be near you.”
Kalispher laughed, “You certainly have a vivd imagination. Tell me, why do you hate me so?”
“You turned me into a freak!”
“There had to be a condition in order for you to return to the world of flesh, one dominated by my boss.”
“You burned my house and you’ve been using Aaron by blocking his memory and making him do things he’s not aware of.”
“I didn’t burn your house, a human did. I’ve never used Aaron against his will, he can access his memory any time he wants. Perhaps you’ve been lied to?”
“You sent me to kill Mrs. Crowley.”
“I did not. She just happen to be a hunter. I was, in a sense, showing you that there are people out there who judge by appearance. See, you’re not a creature of evil, I know this. You’re not normal, and that scares others. It’s that normal person you need to be wary of. Besides, she’s out of the picture and you’re not hurt.”
Nixi groaned, this guy was going to just turn everything around. Why should she argue? It was proving to be pointless. He was good for nothing, and she knew it, she just had to find a way to get away from him.
“Truth is,” Kalispher began again, “There are probably only two people around now who do’t want to destroy you entirely. One of them is holding a lot of important information from you, the other is me.”
“What are you talking about?”
Kalispher sported a malicious grin, “Come with me.” He took a step away from Nixi but held out a hand to her, “You want to know who your enemies are? Take my hand, trust me.”
For once, he sounded genuine, and not in a haughty way, but like he really ad her best interest in mind. Despite her gut telling her ‘NO’ she took his hand and felt the world melt away. In the distance she thought she heard someone yell ‘Mom!’
The area was dark, not a normal dark. It was a darkness she could feel pressing in from everywhere. If she didn’t have Kalispher’s hand in hers she would have felt completely lost. There was a glow in the distance and soon she could see Kalispher take form, leading her along through the darkness step by step. She slowed in pace when she realized where they were going, and what that glow was. It was her old house. She looked at Kalispher, confusion apparent on her face. Kalispher looked back, a blank expression on his face, eyes covered once more by sunglasses. She wondered briefly how they suddenly appeared but then, here he was leading her to a house that burned down.
“While you were in the hospital,” He began, “Aaron and his sister were watching the house. Your mother called them, let’s listen in shall we?” Without a decent transition, both Kalispher and Nixi were inside the house. It made Nixi a little on the nauseous.
“Yeah, the house is fine. Aaron’s wanting to know how Nixi’s doing.” It was Aaron’s sister. The two were in the kitchen with Nixi’s mom on speaker phone.
There was a pause, a sob, and the sound of Nixi’s mom trying hard not to cry as she spoke, “It’s not her. I don’t know what it is but it’s not my Nyx. It’s not her, my baby girl died, she died! Whatever it is, whatever is there, it’s some kind of monster. Oh god, it shouldn’t be here. It should be dead.”
The words cut Nixi unlike anything ever could, or ever would. It was her mother, her own mother calling her a monster. She felt tears stinging her eyes but she refused to cry, not in front of Kalispher.
“Aaron never told you about this phone call. There’s another few things he’s not telling you.”
There was another sickening transition, or lack there of, and the two were standing in a music classroom. Also inside the classroom was Mrs. Crowley, and Aaron.
“What?” Nixi was completely confused.
Aaron was pushing an broom around while Mrs. Crowley was doing paperwork at a desk. “So she’s been killed by the same demon that you’ve been talking to? The one who you thought was helping you?” Mrs. Crowley’s voice was calm and sweet with a razor edge to it.
Aaron nodded, “Y-yes Miss Crowley. Her own mother said she was a monster.”
“She has the gene…” Mrs. Crowley quietly murmured. She stood and walked up to Aaron, setting her hands gently on his shoulders. “She was chosen, we need to be sure she is exterminated and there can never be any like her again. It’s what I’ve told you about, she’s the one for this generation.” She turned Aaron around and held him at arms length, “Can I trust you to do what needs to be done?” At her question Aaron nodded.
Another sickening transition and the two, Nixi and Kalispher, were back at her house. It was night, and someone was sneaking around the back. It smelled like kerosene, and gasoline was all around. A match was lit and the light silhouetted Aaron. Nixi’s stomach dropped. “No…” She whispered and watched at the match was dropped and the whole area lit up. It wasn’t over though. Aaron pulled a phone from his pocket, “It’s been lit, I’m sure it will kill them. You’re sure it won’t come back to me? Thank you Miss Crowley.”
Nixi’s hands covered her mouth. She stifled a scream. Aaron started the fire, he was working with Mrs. Crowley. Her mother thought of her as a monster.
Another place, in the kitchenette of where Nixi and her mother were staying. It was Nixi’s mother and Aaron’s older sister talking.
“I just don’t know what to do. My husbands gone, I don’t have a real daughter anymore. I’m living with a demon.” It was her mother.
“It can’t be that bad.” Aaron’s sister cooed.
Mrs. Drestien set her cup down, “She has horns.” She managed out, “She has horns like a beast. I don’t know what to do. It’s harder and harder to be around her with each passing day. I’ve tried to accept it, I’ve tried so hard but I can’t. I just can’t do it. Just last night I-“ She couldn’t finish what she wanted to say.
The two where now in a dark room, a circle of candles in the middle served as the only light. Kalispher led Nixi to the circle, holding her hands in his own. “You see, you are sorely lacking in friends and allies.” He let her go as she stood in the middle of the circle. He walked around behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her closer.
“I only have your best interest…” As he spoke she felt the burn again, this time though, it didn’t hurt like it had before. This time it felt like a comfort. “I want to see you succeed.” He said again, and this time she heard a screaming. The screaming of death, thousands of voices so deafening it was a wonder she still heard Kalispher’s voice. “Do you trust me?” He asked, his voice taking on a malicious note.
Nixi closed her eyes as tight as she could. Her arms wrapped around herself and her tail curled around her waist, avoiding Kalispher’s grip. She held her breath, “I trust you.” She said, a shakiness in her voice as her whole body was visibly trembling despite her attempts to show no fear.
“You have no choice. Not any more.” The man replied in a voice dripping with confidence, and grotesque pride.
Her eyes opened wide, revealing the change was complete, she was complete. “I trust you, to go to hell.” She quickly turned in the circle to face Kalispher, black eyes with a single slit of white narrowing on his own eyes, despite vein hidden behind shades. Their eyes complete opposites of each other.
Nixi’s claws lashed out in a fury she didn’t recognize. She wasn’t playing defense this time as she had with Mrs. Crowley. No, this time she was hurting, and she wanted to use that pain to destroy Kalispher. Full of hurt and rage she sent out a barrage of blind strikes, hoping they would land and cause pain. She hissed, and slashed, and threw punches here and there. Kalispher was able to dodge some, but not all, not at the speed she was sending them. His human body wasn’t as lithe as he had hoped despite the years of conditioning. Of course, he was also surprised at the ferocity of the attacks. Yes her physical change was complete, but it would take so much more for her to channel the darkness. At least, it should have taken longer for her to tap into this much anyway. Neither though could escape the circle of candles. Kalispher didn’t have the time to work his black magic, and Nixi was in a trance of pure hate and pain to even concentrate on it. Fire began to dance around Nixi, a bioluminescent glow seems to pulse through the black marking all over her body. She wasn’t stopping, and all Kalispher could do was dodge. She was too erratic in movements for him to predict anything. The saying was true, hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. Left and right, and the tail too, she was slowly turning Kalispher into bloody hamburger. Enraged himself Kalispher shouted “Enough!” It was enough to throw Nixi back and stun her for a moment, and that was all the demon needed to make free himself from the fleshy bond that was the human body. A black fog misted away, as Nixi, still in a frenzy, tore the human form apart limb from limb. Bones cracked, sinew snapped away, muscle and gore were strewn everywhere. Nixi kept repeating ‘I am not a monster! I am not a monster!’ as she crushed, and tore, and ripped the body to pieces.
She collapsed in exhaustion, a mixture of maniacal laughter and sobs escaped her as she seemed to roll in the gore. The light of the candles went out. A dark shadow lurked from above, staring down with seething rage. “I rather fancied that body…” It disappeared into the night.
The sound of metal on metal grinding and squealing echoed through the room. A small light found it’s way onto Nixi, it opened into a large column of artificial light mixed with starlight. Hurried footsteps took up the echoes as the metallic screeching died down. A slide, and a thump as someone hit the ground slipping on the gore caused Nixi’s eyes to flutter slightly. She turned her head to see Lou.
“Oh me gawd, Nyx, Nyx stay with me!” He started wiping gore from Nixi’s cheek, “What did that bastard do to you? Heaven uilechumhachtach, ná lig di bás!” (Heaven almighty don’t let her die)
“I’m not injured.” She grunted, “Just tired.” She looked up at Lou, the white slits in her eyes expanding and rounding out. “What are you not telling me?”
Lou looked at her quizzically.
“He may be a fucking rat bastard, but Kalispher hasn’t lied yet, nor hid anything when I asked. What are you not telling me?”
With a sigh, Lou picked Nixi up and held her bridal style, “I can’t tell ye.”
“Ye told me not to.”