The Servant in Darkness

Sequel to: the Offering


By the time it filtered down through the throne room's roof, what was left of the sunlight past the steamy marshland miasma was cut into innumerable fragments by the great interwoven tubes of polyp skeleton constituting the architecture of the demon's fortress.

Shutting his luminous yellow eyes for a brief rest from playing on his lap-top computer, Adonis takes the moment to reorganize what he remembered or learned of his early life:

An abyssal gulch lies under the great plateau, into which it was common practice for the numerous cities, kingdoms and nations overlooking it to deposited every manner of unwanted things--wastes, cursed or corrupt objects and sinners whose moral depravity had render them insufferable to society. Adonis had been half-convinced that he himself arose from that gulch. There is a popular genre of urban legends which thrive on the central plot about something ugly and mutant crawling up from the gulch and back into lighted world. However, the samples of a species of slime-mold capable of harnessing magic-aether recently brought to him from the edge of the abyss had cemented Adonis's theory about his origin: that he formed from the fragmented souls of the sinners thrown into the abyss had found a new host in a body of unusual slime-mold, and their recombined souls became who he is today--a shape-shifting, soul-hungry lord of flesh-melded demons with a campaign for power and vengeance.

Returning his attention on the computer atop his lap, Adonis casually checks for the daily news with an easily acquired familiarity with the machine. Reading under a certain headline, his handsome, human-like face frowns, and gestures forth a nearby servant.

"Send for my right-hand man." He ordered. Shown on the screen were the latest announcement from G-City's chief of police, who disclosed a recent arrest: a sex-offender was arrested on the crime-scene, and had put up a furious struggle with the police, only to be finally subdued by taser and put under custody. However, the strange thing was that, when the man was put under medical examination, his pelvis had exploded into a burst of slime and vapor, typical to the self-destruction of certain magical organisms. This, combined with the rising recent reports of quasi-inhuman sex offenders had galvanized the authority into a full-scale investigation on the matter, and civilians were being asked to provide any available evidence.

Mike had been learning. Ever since his transformation, he had learned of so many new abilities. With the help of Adonis, he had even learned to make other men like himself. So far, none of his "offspring" had reached much completion. Despite having many of his old tricks, they could only force women. Mike's latest snack was still reclining on the bed. Now that he has control, he takes food without creating female slaves. Today he had tried to take without ruining her. Adonis had given approval and now her soul lies within Mike's crotch but the women was still human. Tomorrow Mike would take her to a brothel he owned.

Suddenly his phone rang. "Sir, we have a problem. A class 1 was just arrested and he lost control of his shape. Adonis just found out ."

"Shit."

Mike slammed the phone down and went next door to meet with Adonis.

Without looking away from his computer to the man--if a man he should be called--who half-knelt before the throne in respect, Adonis spoke in one of his calm, regal tones. "I suppose you know what happened."

If the powers of G-City unearthed the underground chain of carnal corruption, Adonis thought, they will likely threaten his primary supply of soul-essence; there might even be a war.

"I don't know what you had been doing in G-City, and I can care less so long as you maintain a steady supply of soul-essence. However, the recently event convinced me that passive stealth will no longer be sustainable--I must expand, soon." Shutting his laptop and looking directly at Mike, the demon continued: "You know the ways of modern civilization better than I do. You are trusted to make decisions, take any line of approach, and command your underlings in the city as you had been doing--given that you eliminate the threat in the city by the end of this year. ...understood?"


Meanwhile, miles to the north of the demonic fortress, Sheryl--chief of G-City's investigatory council--brooded over her desk full of paper in confused apprehension. The information gathered from the arrestee's cell-phone suggested a sort of disorganized chain of illicit trade of some unseemly substance, but other signs points to something in common that the suspects shared, a trait or characteristic that tie them together in a certain coerced solidarity.

Deciding at last that it's better to speculate once further evidence is collected, she walked beside the high-rise window to watch the night-rain drizzling down to the flickeringly illuminated streets below.

Just then, her phone rang. "There is trouble mam," said the caller, "a girl from division-two haven't reported three hours past the appointed time." Sheryl listened, frowning but betraying no signs of discomposure. "Where was her last known location?" She asked. "A night club," said the other voice, "the one we caught the last suspect in."

Mike bowed before his Master. "You will have all the souls in this town very soon. My servants have sound placement. Soon, I will have the final pieces."

Once he leaves the room, Mike makes a few calls and makes arrangements. The woman he has been watching found his latest clue. After several lower placed officials had ruined plans, he knew they needed a high placed servant who was part of the old gathering. They had brought Mike to Adonis but they did not have the right connections to seal G-City in Adonis's fist. Sheryl is the final step. "Make sure she has the clues to seek me out as the owner. She is to come here by the end of the night."

Mike owned five separate clubs and three brothels but he had worked to keep them secret. There were small details in the club he had placed the most recent clue. If she looked closely at the club, she would find he owned it and was too protected for anyone less than her to visit. She should easily have a reason to visit...

It didn't take long before Mike got bored. It was clear that his prey would take time. For now he turned to the woman on his bed. She is just waking from the transformation. "Welcome to your new world."

Between four heavily armed officers, Sheryl walks into the unlit dance hall of the night club--strangely empty tonight with the "closed" sign haphazardly stuck to the door.

She got wind from several experts that the self-destructive suspect from earlier shows certain similarity to a case of strange disappearance months ago--where the missing persons' house was coated in an overgrowth of aether-bearing slime mold.

G-City rarely experience what would be considered "magic" from the outside world, but as the leader of the investigation, Sheryl couldn't eliminate the possibility that this attack had involved some form of supernatural organism, and so, in addition to her automatic pistol--20 shots per clip, she had, slung on her belt, a powerful sawed-off shotgun with exactly two shells--in case the bullets from the other weapons will pierce straight through any gelatinous body, this weapon could at least deliver a powerful knock-back blow.

Further ahead, there seem to be a faint purple light escaping a distant room, and the sound of muffled human throats creeping from within. Cautiously, the armed men and woman positioned themselves by the entrance, and prepared for an aggressive ingress.

Mike's phone rang. "She's here."

"Excellent. Is the man I requested ready?"

"Yes sir. He's exactly as you requested plus he has a fully transformation."

Mike closes his eyes and is looking at the man on the phone from a couch. "Good work. He seems strong enough."

"Sir?"

"You dolt! I jumped to this body so I can meet her here without her knowing me. Is one of the special girls in the sling?"

"Yes. She should be ready to be fucked. The official should take 10 minutes to get there."

Without responding Mike stands and walks to the next room, where a woman hangs restrained in a sexy swing. He walks over and shoves his disguised tentacles deep in her cunt. They appear as a 15 inch cock. He quickly pounds her as she moans in desire.