Divinity: Transcendence: Book Two (The Divinity Saga) (19 page)

“What? What happened?” He asked
, reaching out to catch her before she fell.

“It touched my hair! Something just pulled at my hair!” her voice quivered.

All of their eyes immediately began searching the darkness. Shadows began to move in and roil around her, sucking up her fear. Funny, neither he nor she had a clue that dark forces were surrounding them right now— and they called themselves Demonologists.

The
camera operators quickly made a wide sweep with their cameras around the chapel, trying to light each nook and shadowed corner, in search of the source. Ry made his eyes glow. The red, infernal hue appearing sinister enough on their own, even with a body. They all shrieked and pointed.

“There! I saw eyes! Red glowing eyes!
Over there, point the camera there!” The leader shouted. Sweat streamed his face as he pointed a trembling finger towards Ry.

“Did you get it on film
?” He asked the camera crew expectantly.

“Where was it?” The brunette asked
timorously.

We all chuckled wildly again.

“Red eyes tend to be a sign of a demonic entity.” The male demonologist commented.

“
Or some really good chronic shit!” Nay whispered, making sure that they could barely hear his words.

             
              I glanced around, taking note of all the signatures that I could recognize. The inky forms of several low-level demons began crawling down the walls like mutant spiders.

Some of them sneered at me
but they all made sure to stay as far away from us as possible.

We were dark fallen, the very top level of demons in the spirit realm
. We were more powerful, because we had been angels before.

“
I should burn the incense now.” The red-head urged.

“Pick on me! Reveal yourself or show us a sign of your presence!” The male host provoked bravely
. They all stood still and silent, listening and waiting.

His over-done dramatic flair for ratings was getting on my nerves
.

“I
don’t feel so good anymore.” Candace said, as she slid down the wall and held her head between her knees. Her partner squatted down beside her to comfort her.

On purpose
, we all remained quiet for a few moments. The other shadows that were here before us, continued to slink around in silent observance of the show.

I took that moment to throw my voice
in a deep and resonating whisper towards the small square hole in the wall.

“Dylan
.” I called out the name of the host. The echo effect added a freakish quality, which had been my goal.

The leader spun around
in shock, looking directly at the square hole.

“I just heard my name! Something said my nam
e over there!” He said pointing. “How the hell did it know my name?” He swallowed hard. He was hesitant that his request to be ‘picked on’, had indeed been answered.

“They do that. T
hey hear and know everything about us.” The male demonologist answered.             

Well,
he got that one thing right.

“Please b
e careful, Dylan. I don’t like the fact that you heard your name. That’s a bad omen.” The blonde journalist finally spoke up in a timid voice.

The camera crew moved in right behind him
, with bright lights aimed into the darkness of the chute. Dylan’s head and shoulders disappeared into the hole, and he cocked an ear to listen.

“Who’s there?” he called down into the
pitch-blackness.

“Careful
, Dylan.” The brunette warned, following close behind him.

“I wouldn’t hover in there
if I were you.” The male demonologist then warned.

Hmmm, perhaps he really
could sense us here, I thought.

Ry slithered into the chute, coalescing around the leader
, who continued to peer and listen into the darkness.

“Ry, don’t hurt him.”
I said.

“Don’t worry
Cam; a good shock to the system is actually quite healthy for humans…”
Ry smirked.

With
that, he grabbed the guy by the shirt and pulled him into the chute.

“It gets the blood pumping.
”
Ry whispered breathily into his ear.             

I’ve heard females scream with more bass in their

voices. His sounded as if his balls had just been ripped clean from his groin.

We all roared with
laughter.

Shouts, screams, curse words
, and shrieks of terror clamored off the gray and brown stones, and echoed throughout the entire chapel.

Dylan,
the host and leader, continued to scream in panic, with legs flailing wildly. He desperately clung to the sides of the chute to keep himself from falling in. His crewmembers dropped what they held and helped to pull him out of the hole.

The strong scent of urine began to permeate the al
ready dank air. That was my cue. I called forth water molecules from the atmosphere outside, to marry with the heat of my light energy. It created a slow curling, white mist that rose from the floor of the chapel.

“We need to get the hell out of here! The spirits are upset
, and the demonic energy is getting stronger. Stop filming, this is getting dangerous!” The female demonologist called out.

“She’s right.” Th
e blonde journalist replied. Her voice was wavering on the verge of tears.

That was when Mac
began to mess with and distort their realities by shifting the stairs, and moving the location of the doorway.

“What the hell just happened? Are you alr
ight?” One of the guys that helped to pull him out asked.

“Something just fucking whispered in my ear and grabbed me
in there! There is something in there! I need to change my pants, someone bring me my backpack!” Dylan panted.

“Whispered in your ear? What did it say?” The
brunette asked with saucer wide eyes.

“I don’t know! It was hard to tell
, but there’s an intelligent and aggressive entity in that hole! Jesus!” He pointed and blurted. His heart was hammering, and he was breathing hard as if he’d just run a marathon.

A
ll of the shadows were roaring with laughter right along with us, as the crew continued to shriek in both panic and fear.

“Turn on some lights, please!” The blonde girl began to cry.

“That one is afraid of the dark.”
Mac said with a mischievous grin.

Starling
had been afraid of the dark too. I suddenly felt guilt messing with these humans like this. My sense of humor and fun began to shrivel upon hearing Mac’s words.

Nay
disabled every source of light that they had brought with them, just for the moment. They all began to desperately scramble around for alternate sources; clicking on cell phones, camera lights and flashlights.

“What the hell? Nothing is working!” Someone shouted.

The red headed woman began to pray.

Nay
released his hold on their sources of light. The room was lit simultaneously, winking out the darkness. Mac was nowhere to be found.

Dylan’s
eyes were wild, nearly bulging from their sockets. “No one move. This is exactly what we came for. Get this mist on tape! It wasn’t here a moment ago! This proves everything! Our ratings are going to fly off the charts! Get the damn cameras rolling again now! They can’t hurt us.” Dylan demanded. He was maniacal with conviction.

The blonde girl stood
still. She was evidently in a trance or had possibly fainted while still standing. It’s happened before.

She appeared to be staring at nothing, swaying back and forth with blank eyes.

It was apparent where Mac
had gone.

“Aw man
, sure wish he hadn’t said that.”
Nay snorted a laugh.

“
Don’t leave marks.”
I informed him.

“
Then what’s the point?”
Nay replied innocently, with his arms out in question.

We watched
the host bark orders to everyone. As soon the cameras were trained back on him, he began to give a narration about his ludicrous theories, regarding demons and vengeful spirits.

“Samantha? Samantha, what’s wrong?” Candace asked the blonde journalist.

She didn’t answer, of course. She turned to the redhead girl slowly, like a mechanical zombie— and proceeded to take off her clothes, starting with her denim jacket.

“What the hell is she doing? Samantha, what are you doing?” The brunette moved in to stop her.

“She’s taking off her clothes! Stop her!” The red-haired one shouted.

“Yeah!
Make her take it all off, Mac!”
Ry encouraged. He and Nay began to whistle and clap.

“She’s been infiltrated, help her Don!” The brunette turned desperately towards the male demonologist.

“I’m not a priest!” He panicked.

Just as I thought, a charlatan.

“I told you I should have lit my incense!” Candace snapped at him.

“It’s alright! W
e don’t need a priest. The power of Christ compels you! Be gone demon!” Dylan said, motioning the sign of the cross, and thrusting his fingers uselessly in front of Samantha.

Even I had to laugh at that one.

“Come on Cam, can’t I do what I wanted to do to him now?”
Nay turned to me and asked.

I blew out a short breath,
“Alright, just one mark, but don’t hurt him.”
I finally said.

I
don’t know why I even cared about not hurting this idiot and these others humans. I think truthfully, it was because I wanted that girl for myself. I still had lust to expend and she was perfect.

Nay grinned mischievously, rubbing his hands together to think of something creative.

“Wait, wait— I’m not done yet.”
Ry continued to laugh with a devilish grin. “
That red head is too cute to pass up. I want her to feel more than my presence.”
He continued with a waggle of his dark brows. His solar red eyes, rimmed with nothing more than black crescents for pupils, were flaring like liquid phosphorescent fires, full of playful malice.

“Make sure you get her on tape
!” The host shouted excitedly.                           

This ghost hunting was turning into
a porn show. The brunette one attempted to stop Samantha, who was down to her white lace bra now. Candace was frantically pulling out the ingredients of her self-made, demon eliminator kit.

“
Stop filming her now, damn you! Dylan, shut up! You’re getting them riled up!” Candace warned. “I’m going to light some incense and begin a prayer session now. Physical attacks should never be taken lightly.” She said pulling out a heavy book, a lighter, and a few sticks of nasty scented incense.

“Ahh! God, my face is burning! I
t just got burning hot all of a sudden!” Dylan cried out, grabbing the side of his cheek. His eyes were pinched shut, and sweat glistened his forehead and face.

“Dylan? Oh my God
, are you okay? Let me see,” The brunette ran over to him, followed by the camera crew.

“Get still shots, get the
Polaroid too!” He shouted.

“
What did you do?”
I asked Nay.

He simply grinned as we all watched the group scramble around in a panic.

“Get Jake over here, and more light!” One of the male crewmembers said. They all crowded around the host, and illuminated his face.

His right cheek was inflamed as
, if he had been slapped. The microscopic beads of red, formed scratches and welts where Nay left his mark —spelling out the words: ‘DEMON BAIT.’

“Oh my God!” the bru
nette gasped. With wide and teary eyes, her hand clamped over her mouth in frozen shock, while pointing at his cheek.

“W
hat? What do you see?” Dylan asked her, frantically feeling his cheek.

“Nothing…
you’ve got some scratches is all.” The one who must have been the medic said, as he began to pull out his first aid kit.

“I don’t think they’re
ghosts. It says…‘demon bait’ and it’s pretty damned legible to me!” One of the tech guys exclaimed.

“What
? Are you sure?” Dylan’s eyes bulged, as he traced his fingers over the markings.

The male demono
logist scrambled over to investigate. His eyes widened with alarm, while examining Dylan’s cheek. Candace followed in close behind him. Thin wisps of acrid smoke curled from the tips of her incense in one hand, and in the other hand, was some sort of book she began to read from in Latin.