Lucifer's Touch Retouched Part 2- "I Want You....Dead"

Lucifer's Touch Retouched Part 2- "I Want You....Dead"

Before I could open my mouth to speak, Anrio came and snuck behind me. I turned my head and started watching him carefully for any signs to make sure that he didn't jump me. I noticed that he was starting to squint. Because we were standing in such a large cave, the flaming torches that lined the walls did little to starve off the darkness. The only places that were deserving of electric light were the Master's quarters (or so I heard) and over the many statues and portraits of Our Glorious Holy And Wise Master. Because, how could we ever live without pictures of the leader glaring down at us? I thought that'd be better putting the lights behind Eirnin, as he seemed to believe that the sun shined out his arse.

"You must go now. I have spoken to the Master, and he is expecting you to be huddled with The Mass." Anrio droned with a glassy look in his eyes. I was almost ready to roll my eyes, but then remembered my place. Back home I'd just get a swipe across the face or a month in The Pit. Here, I'd become Eirnin's live-in lover, which was something that I was not looking forward to.

So I went to what Anrio called The Mass, and what I called 'a sea of brainwashed zombies'. The Master had managed to bring them under his control quite well, or so I thought. What the Mass did every day was quite simple. They spent the majority of the day stationed in the main cave, which wasn't more than a barely-l lit hollow tunnel. There, the Master stood at the front and demanded exercises in the morning, sword training in the afternoon, and devotions at night. Every movement, action and thought was dictated to them by Eirnin, and they followed him without question.

Anrio lead me away. It was starting to get late now, and The Mass was lying prostate in front of Eirnin while slowly moaning some chants. I couldn't understand what they were saying, to me it was sounding like "Oh Master" being repeated over and over again. I moved quietly out. I was lucky that Eirnin didn't notice me; he was too busy looking at the ceiling, baking in the joy that comes from being worshipped like a god. For the first time ever, I felt a twinge of envy. How did he manage to do it? I crouched behind a large rock, just watching. I could've changed form, but then that would raise questions and even the most brainwashed Cultist would notice the movements in the corner of their eyes.

As soon as the Cultists stopped lying prostate on the ground, I joined The Mass once more. I was no longer Veluriel of the Hell Department of External Affairs but Number 86 of the United Zombie Cultists of Eirnin. Time had passed on, and it was already time for the evening meal. My human body was craving plants and dead animals for sustenance, and my demonic mind was crying out for human flesh and soul to gorge on. I looked towards a portrait of the Master that was hung on the 'wall', and I suddenly realised how delicious the taste of Eirnin would be. The thought of him being served in a silver platter with an apple in his mouth made my eyes water.

But first to eat the muck that Eirnin was serving. I honestly can't tell the difference between many human foods, all I could say was that this one consisted of some dead animal, with a few plants next to it. Viva la difference. I munched it up, hating the idea of having someone else catch, kill and cook the food for me. I'm a male demon, that's supposed to be MY job (unless I'm at a restaurant). As soon as we've eaten, I must start my plans for world domination… or at least domination of this fucking cult. It would be interesting to see where this little path would take me.

After eating some rehashed dead animal, I made my way out through the throng. They were heading out to enjoy their rec time, which they put to good use, by bowing before a golden statue of the Eternal Dickhead. Since they were pretty much used to working on auto-pilot, they didn't notice me slipping out towards Eirnin's lair. I wasn't totally sure where it was, so I sniffed the air, knowing that to find Eirnin, all I'd have to do is follow my nose. Eirnin has committed so many sins and unnatural acts that every demon within a thousand miles would be able to sniff him out. As soon as I turned the corner into an unlit cavern, I knew he was around. After looking up and down the hallway, I changed back into a human, relishing as my larger frame burst through and I regained the use of my claws and wings. Oh, how I missed my claws!

Now that I was back to my normal sexy self, it was time to hunt down that bastard. I hunted down through the darkness, able to see the outlines of the walls easily. Since my home is a dark place, I felt totally at ease here which was another advantage I had over many of the Cultists, who spent most of their days squinting in the darkness.

After winding my way through another darkened tunnel-like cavern, I was face-to-face with a hole in the wall. I sniffed it, hesitated and then crawled through. I could smell the sweet smell of Eirnin just ahead of me. Squeezing through, I inched my way forwards, trying to pretend I wasn't in a damp hole. Of course I could've just gone through the front door. But where was the fun in that? Eirnin would've just noticed me in ten seconds, and I wouldn't be able to jump him.

I saw the light and headed towards it. Eirnin's smell was becoming quite strong now, and I wanted to give him the surprise of his life. There wasn't much else that I had to do now, just wait and see what to do. As I got closer, I got a nice look at Eirnin's living quarters. I couldn't see the whole thing, but I did see something that looked like a sitting room. The chairs were made out of brown leather and looked very comfortable and Ye Olde Englishe. The walls were lined with bookshelves which were full of musty hardbacks. I couldn't read what was contained in them, but I was surprised to find this room. It would not look out of place in an English mansion, and I don't know what was going through Eirnin's mind when he designed this.

I kept my breaths short so I wouldn't get noticed. I felt my claws in the darkness, hoping they were razor sharp enough to defend myself. I had to make sure that Eirnin was contained, not killed; otherwise my Master would not be pleased. I swear, it was starting to get confusing with all these different Masters running around my life. Anyone would think I didn't have control of my own life, that there was some idiot up there controlling every move I made.

He walked in. My heart stopped beating. I would really be able to beat the crap out of him. I counted to myself. When I reached three, I leapt out from my hiding spot, kicking myself forward. Like a cat, I managed to swing around and land feet first. Pure luck. I tossed my hair behind my ears, as I crept along the ground. Even though I am a big demon, I made no noise as I was wearing no shoes and was creeping across a stone ground. Stone doesn't creak.

So it should come as no surprise when I pulled my right arm across Eirnin's throat. He was just standing there, looking at a massive portrait of himself. While putting the thought of how much of a wanker Eirnin is to the back of my head, I decided to put a little bit of pressure on his throat. He squeaked, as I locked my arm around his head and throat. He couldn't turn and his eyes were wide as he had not seen me before in my natural form.

"Now. Don't move." I grunted, as I felt underneath Eirnin's tunic with my left hand. With one quick movement, I took possession of the sword that Eirnin kept hidden. He gasped, as I threw it out of his reach. I kept my claws resting on his throat so he couldn't speak. I had enough of the rhetoric that spewed from his mouth.

"Relax. Velly's in control now. Just do as I say, and no-one gets hurt!" I told him in a silky voice, using a few lines I picked out of some human movie. He grunted, probably due to the fact he had several kilos of demon muscle pressing against his windpipe. This was too easy I thought to myself. Too easy.

Then, he kicked me in the leg. I wasn't expecting that. I moved back just enough to give him the advantage he needed. He was pretty strong, so he moved his arm back into my stomach, knocking the air out of me. Not a good move. I doubled back while bringing out my claws. I aimed for his arm, certain that a nice big gash would slow him down. I lunged for him, but he got me stuck in a headlock.

"How DARE you show disrespect for your Master!!!" Eirnin roared at me, completely oblivious to the fact that he has not seen me before. I aimed my fist at the side of his head, and connected with his thick skull. He let out a low animal-like growl, turned and went in search for his sword. As soon as he turned his back, I kicked him in his back with a clawed foot. I kicked him several times until I realised I wasn't doing anything. Eirnin just shuddered a little bit before standing up and facing me. I didn't wait, but punched him in the face a few times until he finally managed to grab onto my wrist. I side-kicked him in the stomach hoping to at least see him fall. I looked at his face, surprised to see a lack of blood and bruises Fuck; it's been a while since I fought.

I hoped that the insane cult leader would at least let something really rip on me. It's been a while since I felt some decent pain. I have a death wish. I really do. I absolutely live…LIVE for fighting. Even by demonic standards. So it was nice to finally meet a human fighter who was something of a challenge. Even if he was an insane man who would kill me once he figured out a way to achieve such a goal.

"You shall BOW before my MIGHT!" Eirnin roared again, making me wonder if he'd swallowed a book of lame clichés. I grabbed onto his torso and wrestled him to the ground, digging my claws into his chest for good measure. Blood started to pour from him. The smell coming from was becoming slightly intoxicating, and I had to really struggle to not let my feeding instincts get in the way of my fighting. Eirnin struggled as I leaned my knee onto him. Oh fuck hell yeah, this was good. I finally managed to pin him down and to get him to stop squirming like the little worm he is.

"Don't you get it? I won. Now fuck off back to whatever hole you crawled from!" I roared an inch from Eirnin's face. Eirnin tried to get himself up to spit on my face, but I held his head down. I wasn't letting that fucker get the better of me again.

"I command you to let go!" Eirnin said softly. He tried to roar, but I was holding his throat down. It came out more as a pathetic little burble, really. I snorted. Eirnin did have a bit of a hypnotic sway to him, but I've faced real mean motherfuckers, not puny wannabes like him. All Eirnin did in response was grin. Immediately I punched him in the jaw. I had enough of his shit.

Of course, I had to be so engrossed in fighting with him that I failed to take into account anything else that happened to be going on in the background; otherwise I would've noticed that Kel and Anrio were moving around in the background. I would've heard them creeping around and hiding in the shadows, waiting for me to be truly defenceless, waiting for their chance to strike. Eirnin's wide grin as I was hurting and wrestling him should've put me on the right track. But no, someone had to ruin my fun.

I looked out behind me to notice Kel and Anrio staring at me. I was torn between crash-tackling those two, or keeping their Master under control. Within that split-second, my decision was made. Both Kel and Anrio drew out something out of their pockets. Another second later and I was hit from two directions, as the pair of them shot Tasers at me, one in each of their hand. I dropped to the ground, as thousands of volts roared through my body paralysing me. Eirnin ran and kicked me in the face, before I finally blacked out.