Demon Seed (Closed thread)

[BethJones]

Emily and Adam had been best friends at school, both the slightly geeky kids with more interest in books than people. They had discovered a love of the paranormal from their reading and the many TV shows that claimed to show real paranormal activity. Together they were convinced that many of these shows were fake, although both believed in the existence of paranormal beings.

After much discussion they had decided they would set up their own paranormal show using youtube to share their exploits. They didn’t care if people didn’t believe, what mattered was that they would together capture real evidence of the paranormal.

Sadly after many episodes with not much more than a creaking floorboard, they were at the point of giving up almost resigned that no matter how hard you tried you would never capture evidence of paranormal activity. As they contemplated ending their investigations and focusing on careers, the newspaper dropped through the front door.

‘ST MARY’S SET FOR REDEVELOPMENT – rumour has it this is the most haunted church in the country. Local myths suggest that if you walk anticlockwise around the alter 13 times you will summon a mighty demon.’

Reading it instantly aroused the pair, could this be what they were waiting for? Immediately they both set off to do some research, wanting as much information as possible before approaching the local church elders to arrange access.

 

[Asobininryochan]

Adem browsed for information concerning St Mary’s and grew perturbed as he discovered less and less data for all his invested effort. He wondered if the nonsensical blogging posted by nutters claiming that the Church of England (in collusion with the Catholic Church) actively suppresses reports of the paranormal in the media to the present day had any validity. On the hand, he thought, the contemporary secularist thinking of the public at large needed no spiritual assistance in order to dismiss such assertions.

Addressing Emily, though he remained ignorant of her current doings, since his gaze never wandered from the monitor, he agitatedly said:

- Strange… from my research… I can ascertain that the church owns quite a bit of the surrounding land. In fact, the vast majority, with the exception of the property privately owned by an American real estate developer: you know… the one with the horrid comb over.

After a few clicks of his mouse in order to properly sort all the material, he forwarded his research to Emily’s mobile:

- Presently, the C of E and he are having a row over the remaining property not owned by the Yank. He argues, quite rightly, I suppose… that the village is practically abandoned and that he feels that the compensation he’s offering them will allow the holdouts to relocate to any location of their choosing.

He then sent another attachment of video footage of Parliament:

- Anyways, the local MP supports the American, on ground of revitalisation… and the Conservative Government seems to support her view….

Finally, he added some more data that he absentmindedly forgot to include in his previous emails:

- However, the Church has no website, and I hardly found images of the interior. I did, though, discovered an old painting that may have portrayed the exterior… and that involved a witch burning during Bloody Mary’s reign….

 

[BethJones]

Despite her best efforts, Emily was finding even less than Adam. She had searched all of her usual sources, but nothing was coming up. Usually a lack of information would put people off, however they both knew that the less information there was about a topic the more chance you would find something. Most paranormal activity wasn't reported widely, people were usually too scared to admit they had seen or experienced something, and those that did tell often found others keen to shut them up.

Emily hoped that the later was true, a mass cover up would definately be worth investigating. "Only one thing for it!" Emily announced, a hint of excitment in her voice, "Best get the car loaded, we need to head down there and ask a few questions," she continued. She was almost certain that Adam would be thinking the same.

It didn't take long to load up the old VW golf, it wasn't anything fancy and now had more rust than original paint, but it still ran and was cheap enough to keep going. Emily took the driving seat, it would be a long drive and they would need a place to stay when they arrived, Adam was much better at organising than her so it made sense for her to drive the first part of the journey.

Most of the journey was along motorways, boring but quick. They eventually arrived on the outskirts of the town after a gruelling trip, they had hit rush hour traffic and crawled most of the way. The Golf had almsot overheated delaying them further. They arrived at dusk, the sun set creating a strange feel as the darkness seemed to grab the last of the day light making it vanish.

 

[Asobininryochan]

Knackered from their arduous drive to the village, Adem stretched out the discomfort from his joints. The Volkswagen lacked room to properly sit, given the amount of space their kit took up in the minuscule vehicle. Compounded by the age of the ancient conveyance, Adem felt a desperate need to lie on a bed and rest until the following day.

Surveying his surroundings for an inn, or at least an establishment to eat a proper meal, he turned to Emily and said:

- Shall we go over there?

Adem pointed in the direction of an inn and public house:

- And see if we can find meal and proper lodgings?

 

[BethJones]

The pair pulled up outside the strange looking pub, it appeared to be an old fashioned inn that had stood on the same site for a number of centuries. The inside was warm and cosy, although there was a definate atmosphere as they walked in, they got the feeling that if you weren't local you weren't welcome.

Emily slowly approached the bar asking about a room for the night. After some delay the bar man returned with a key, "Just the one room... hope it is ok," he said. The pair slowly climbed the staircase at the rear of the property, the room was up in the eaves of the old house and was small, it had a double bed and a seperate toilet. It wasn't anything fancy, but it would suffice for the night or two they would be here.

 

[Asobininryochan]

- Brilliant!

Adem announced after taking in the facilities (or lack thereof). Since to him, the Volkswagen at least provided enough space to accommodate their belongings; whereas this room seemed stifling after he carried their luggage to the chambre:

- Fancy a shower?

Indicating the excuse the establishment called a bathroom, he added:

- Hope you can manage to navigate your way past our gear….

 

[BethJones]

Emily smiled, they had stayed in worse places in their quest for the paranormal. After a quick shower, more of a jump in and out as the water was barely above freezing, Emily returned to the room. She felt more awake than before the shower and suggested they should take a walk around to get a feel of the town they were in.

She slipped her coat on, as they stepped outside. The town was quiet, she imagined it was late, although on checking her phone it was barely 7pm. She felt it was strange for the town to be so quiet, yet accepted that maybe this was a town of elderly people who by now were tucked up with a mug of hot chocolate. Together they set about exploring, noting any points of interest and inspecting the location hey felt they needed to visit. The church was surrounded by metal fencing, the type use on building sites to keep people out.

The night air was still, the wind rustled through the overhanging trees causing shadows to dance over the imposing building. It certainly looked the place for paranormal activity.

 

[Asobininryochan]

Deciding to take a risk, Adem impulsively climbed to the top of the fence, and then offered a hand to Emily while saying:

- Come on!

 

[BethJones]

Emily didn't need much persuading. She was keen to see what all the fuss was about and this was as good an opportunity as any. She moved swiftly over the fence, carefully but quickly walking along the overgrown pathway towads the imposing entrance. It was a suprise to see how well the front door had been secured, someone was keen to keep people out... or maybe something inside. Her imagination running away with her as she searched frantically for a way inside. Taking an anticlockwise direction around the church trying to find some easy access.

After two full tours of the church she decided on the small window to the rear of the church.

 

[Asobininryochan]

- Sod it!

After patiently waiting for two hours, Adem finally decided to create an entrance by breaking the window indicated by Emily’s gaze. He took off his jacket to muffle the noise his elbow made when he struck the glass. When he finished collecting and depositing the shards, he worked the latch and opened the window. Entering the structure first, he next proffered his hand once more as he blurted:

- We don’t have all bloody night, do we?

 

[BethJones]

Emily smiled as Adem took the more direct route to solve the problem. She followed him through the window. Inside the church it was peaceful, the sounds of the wind occassionally breaking the silence as it howled around the building. The room they had entered through had a solid stone floor, a small desk and papers associated with the services that had been performed here.

Slowly they continued to explore, trying to get a sense of the layout in preparation for their full investigation. They cautiously moved into the main body of the church, the large open room still looked magnificent with its tall marble columns, its well decorated and hand crafted alter, the rows of wooden pews all as neatly arranged as if a service had taken place only yesterday.

She felt the cold air rush past her with a howl of the wind. She shivered. The place definately had a spooky feel, the question was, was it really a haunted place?

 

[Asobininryochan]

Even in the gloom, Adem too marvelled at the church’s architecture, but also needed to voice his opinion to Emily (as his comment echoed in the twilight):

- Strange… the church looks more Catholic than Anglican….

Lighting the torch he brought in a rucksack, he made a closer inspection, and continued:

- Just like I said before… It’s as if the Reformation never took place!

Moreover, as he examined a bye-altar located at a nave, he remarked:

- Everything here looks centuries old!

 

[BethJones]

Emily continued to circle the church interior, strangely she was drawn to circle anticlockwise. After two more tours of the church she stopped, checking the small watch on her wrist. "I think it's time to call it a night... we'll come back tomorrow," she said aware that they would have an early start tomorrow and that this visit had already thrown up a lot that would need research.

 

[Asobininryochan]

However, Emily’s suggestion went unanswered as Adem sought passage through an entrance carefully hidden behind the bye-altar. How he managed to unlock the complicated mechanism or knew of the door’s existence scarcely registered in his mind as his torchlight pierced the darkness and illuminated the steps of a stairwell that wound downwards to a subterranean destination:

- Come here! Look at what I found!

 

[BethJones]

Emily wasn't keen, she liked to have more information about what she was walking into. There was something that wasn't right about this, the church looked as if no one had been inside for years, unusual as the fixtures and fittings that had been abbandoned held a huge value.

Not wanting Adem exploring on his own, a rule they had made together at the start of their interest in the paranormanl that they would always stick together. She followed as closely as she could trying to keep up with him as he seemed drawn deep into the depths of the church. The passage didn't appear to be well used.

"Adem, slow down wait for me," she called after him as she tried desperately to keep up.

 

[Asobininryochan]

He barely heard her calling him. His attention solely fixed upon the descending steps transporting them to the unknown; Adem finally reached the bottom and looked upon a preternaturally pristine temple: a barrel vaulted cavern – with an altar encrusted in dried blood!

The frescoes adorning the sanctuary depicted orgiastic rites that involved coitus. Indeed, lust seized his manhood, painfully straining against the confining fabric of his pants. (Emily, still climbing down, remained ignorant of his present situation.)

He stripped off his clothes and his erection protruded from a mass of pubic hair as he searched for a vagina to sheathe his hungry member. Once his eyes feasted upon his mate’s delectable figure, he closed the distance between them with unnatural alacrity as his fingers desperately sought to rip the garments from her body….

 

[BethJones]

Emily entered the large dungeon like room. Her eyes immediately drawn to Adem, now naked before her. "W...Wh...What are you doing?" she asked, concerned as she had never seen him behave like this. In the years that they had known each other there ahd never been anything remotely sexual between them. They had, on many occassions, shared a bed on the grounds that double rooms were often more freely available than twins and ultimately far cheaper than two singles.

Emily quickly moved escaping Adem's initial advance. In what could alomost be described as a comical scene from a 'Carry on' film the pair proceeded to dodge round the stone, blood stained alter. After dodge number 11 the pair froze in place. The room seemed to erupt, the floor shook, the alter started to open, the slab on to breaking in two. A tremendous rush of air threw them against the wall.

 

[Asobininryochan]

Ameathon awoke and remembered the Christians slaughtering his followers. As swords pierced him in numerous places and the lifeblood ebbed from his late body, he vowed revenge. Now, collecting words from his new host; a tongue unlike any he knew for Germanic words mixed with Latin and other languages he had yet to hear, he finally attempted to communicate with the girl regaining consciousness before him:

- Are… you… my… sacrifice?

 

[BethJones]

Emily blinked, looking in surprise at the scene in front of her. She lifted her hands to move her hair from her face, it felt wet. Emily immediately thought she must have cut her head, her hands desperatly seeking the source. She looked at her hands desperately looking for the red liquid, but nothing, no blood. What had made her hair wet? Her eyes searched as she tried to put together what had just happened.

She noticed a small bottle laying broken next to her, she picked it up, 'Holy Water' she couldn't believe it, the historic bottle broken next to her, the contents spilled on her head. Her ears focussed on the sound filling the room, "...sacifice?" the word echoed in her mind, what had they uncovered?

Desperately, she tried to find the words to reply, her mouth dry. "N...N...no" was all that she could mumble.

 

[Asobininryochan]

Ameathon approvingly saw the anointment of his sacrifice and smelled the fragrant aroma of her virginity. As he slowly approached her, he replied:

- Are you not… virgin… pure?

 

[BethJones]

Although, by no means experienced, Emily wasn't a virgin. She had only ever been with one guy but that had come to an end fairly quickly as he had shown no interets in her work, just her body.

Emily slithered around the floor working her way across the room back to the door, trying to escape this demon.

 

[Asobininryochan]

The anticipation of deflowering a maid thrilled Ameathon. As the thrill of coitus flowed through his new body, a pair of horns began to emerge – erupting as protrusions covered in felt. Indeed, the tumescence of his godhood threatened to penetrate Emily from the considerable distance she gained from her pursuer.

With measured purpose, he approached the offering made in his honour. When he stood before her, he said whilst extending his hand:

- Come… to… the… altar, child…. You have… nothing… to fear….