Necromance

by Armand Rosamilia

  Yep. He was… something I’d never encountered before. Much more than a Fiend. He was pretending he was eating rice but I watched him cup it in his hand. When he opened his fingers, the rice was gone. And he was staring at my sister with a slight grin on his lips.

  I couldn’t do anything about him so I piled up pork, chicken and beef onto a bowl filled with noodles, added plenty of wine and ‘yummy’ sauce (that’s what the sign said) and went to the guy who cooked the food. I really loved this place.

  By the time I returned to the table, Kari was done eating, had pushed away her plate and was sipping on water through a straw.

  I ordered another Coke. “Aren’t you going back up?” I asked.

  She shook her head. “There are too many important things to be done. I’m also trying to watch my weight.” Kari stared at me as if challenging me to say something about it but I decided I needed my teeth to chew my food.

  I shoveled in the food in record time and washed it down with the soda, not caring if my sister thought I was a slob. Lately, a good meal was hard to find.

  “I’m trying to fill my stomach. I haven’t had a good meal in far too long. And definitely not two in a row for weeks. I don’t suppose you could let me go and spot me a twenty for gas? And I guess give me my car back?” I figured it was worth a shot. I knew I wasn’t paying for this meal.

  “You’re going to have to deal with him,” Kari said.

  “No problem. What is he?”

  “A predator,” she said. “Conjured by Father. He’s getting stronger and dabbling in magic you can only dream of in nightmares.”

  “You sound really dramatic,” I said. “Just tell me how to kill him.”

  Kari smiled. “You’ll find out. He has one weakness, from what I understand. What you have between your legs, and, from what I’ve heard, you’re not afraid to use it to get what you want.”

  I shrugged. It wasn’t the first time I’d been called a whore. At least she was kinda being nice about it, right? Hell, she was feeding me. I had fucked dudes for a meal so many times I’d lost track. “Is he going to bother us? Because I’d like to get another plate of food.”

  “He won’t make a scene. He’ll follow us. Wait to see if we split up,” Kari said.

  “Now that sounds like a plan. I’ll be right back.” I wasn’t kidding. I was still hungry. As I passed the waitress, I asked for another Coke, too.

  He was still making food disappear in his hand, which was a real shame. But now he was looking at me. I smiled and gave him a little wave to be an ass and he actually laughed.

  I overfilled another bowl and I could see the guy at the big drum thing where they cooked the food was going to get annoyed with me soon, but I didn’t care. The sign on the door said all you can eat, not two bowls maximum. I was trying for a record today.

  I sat back down and dug into my bowl of food. If Kari had something important to say, she’d interrupt me. Until then, I kept trying to see how much food I could get into my mouth.

  “I’m going to leave,” Kari said suddenly. “He’ll watch me but he won’t follow. He knows who you are. I’m going to guess it means our father knows we’re talking, which puts my life in danger.”

  “Welcome to the club,” I said around a mouthful of noodle.

  Kari stood up and dropped a twenty dollar bill on the table. “That should cover this. Luckily they don’t charge by the pound or I’d have to toss another couple of twenties on the table.”

  “If I didn’t have my mouth full of delicious noodles, I’d argue with you right now. You’re just going to leave me here to get killed by that dude in the corner?” I was glad she was letting me go but I was hoping it was with my car back and a full tank of gas.

  “I’m sure you’ll figure out how to dispose of him properly.” She glanced at the twenty on the table. “Underneath the money is a card with an address on it. I’m staying out in Orange Park. Once you wrap this up, come and visit. We’ll figure out our next step. Have a nice afternoon,” Kari said and left.

  The guy in the corner was still making rice disappear in. I finished my food and pushed away the empty bowl. I knew if I had more food I’d be overstuffed, but there was room for some more. Besides, when was I ever going to have a great meal like this again? With my luck, I’d be dead tonight and my soul would be pissed I didn’t have another plate.

  I decided to stay away from the food the cook had to prepare and hit the hot buffet line. As I got up, I smiled at the guy in the corner and pocketed the twenty, feeling the card underneath. I took two egg rolls, rice, sweet and sour chicken and crab Rangoon. All delicious.

  Instead of going back to my table, I walked right to the corner and sat down across from him. Kari was long gone so I knew he was interested in me. The confused waitress looked over and I asked her to bring me another Coke and some napkins.

  “How’s it going, bub?” I asked him before taking my first bite of this plate of food. I figured it was pointless to sit quietly and let him watch me eat. That would be creepy, and, Lord knows, I know creepy.

  “It is going quite well,” he said in a thick Italian accent. I didn’t know if he had been an Italian when he was alive, decades ago, and I didn’t really care. He was hot and I wasn’t sad I had to look at him while I ate. I just wished he wasn’t watching me eat like a pig right now, but I needed my strength. And another mouthful of sweet and sour chicken.

  “How do you want to do this?” I asked suddenly, hoping to get him off guard for even a second. Small victories and all that shit.

  He leaned back and grinned. “Do what?”

  I wiped my mouth with a napkin and swallowed the rest of my food before responding. It also gave me time to come up with what I was actually going to say. “We’re obviously going to try to kill one another. I get it. I’m quite popular among you Fiends. Something to do with my bloodline. I’d rather go outside and do it in the alley than bust up a nice buffet. To be honest, once I put you down and send you back to Hell, I’d like to eat here again.”

  The Fiend actually nodded his head. “I can see that. It is a nice place. And, once I break your body, I’m going to bring you back inside and spread parts of you in every dish in the restaurant. People will be eating your meat for days.”

  “That’s just gross. I’m eating,” I said, but continued to eat. Nothing really bothered me too much these days. “Can I finish my meal first?”

  “Sure. Not a problem. Your sister has already left but there are two sets of dangerous eyes watching her movements. She’s a traitor,” The Fiend said.

  “Where’s your backup to handle me?”

  He shook his head. “I don’t need backup. I’m quite capable of handling you all by myself.”

  “I’m offended by that. Seriously. Why does my sister warrant two Fiends and I only get one?”

  He leaned forward and I could see the glow in his eyes. Scary shit. “I’m not a mere Fiend. Your father has made a serious pact and has gathered forces of darkness you can’t even begin to comprehend.”

  “Explain it to me,” I said and took another bite.

  “I just said you couldn’t comprehend.”

  I shrugged. “What you’re really saying is this: you have no fucking clue what’s going on yourself. You’re a nobody. A lackey. They sent you out to kill a girl while the rest of the Super Fiends get to do cool shit, right?”

  I could see I’d struck a nerve, which was my intent. I had no doubt he could easily wipe the floor with me. He was something I’d never encountered before. I could see the power rippling under his false skin. This Super Fiend (I was going to coin the phrase if I got out of this alive) was the biggest and baddest baddie I’d ever sat across from. Quite frankly, I was a bit scared about what he could do to me.

  “You know I could make you suffer?” he asked.

  I shrugged and grinned. “You can’t scare me. Remember who changed my diapers? Lucifer himself, some say. I don’t think they’re too far off, if you believe Heaven and Hell and
demons and angels. I believe in good and evil, and my family is firmly on the darker side of those two.”

  “Why aren’t you?”

  I shrugged again. “Maybe there’s something wrong with me. Maybe God decided to have some fun and fuck with my father. Maybe it’s simple law of averages: not everyone in the family can be good or be bad, no matter the DNA makeup. Who really gives a shit at this point? I’m trying to destroy my father and stop monsters like you from messing with innocent people.”

  “I wonder what you think is so great about innocent people,” he said.

  “Sometimes I wonder myself.” I also wondered how close to a normal Fiend he was. Besides killing people and doing their evil missions, they liked to fuck. It was the only thing they could still feel, and they gained power from it. I’m sure, while they were burning back in hell, they had the fond memories to keep them warm… er, maybe not warm. You know what I mean. “Are we going to have sex first?”

  That took him by surprise.

  “I mean, I know you’re going to kill me and rip me apart and feed me to the pigeons, blah blah blah… but I’d like to get laid one last time, if possible,” I said.

  “I guess you’ve slept with quite a few Fiends and then killed them.”

  “I hope you’re not saying it out of jealousy. I only have eyes for you, baby.”

  “How many Fiends have you had sex with?” he asked.

  “I’m going to guess less than seven,” I said, knowing it was double. I’ve been busy. Don’t judge me.

  “And how many of them have you been able to trick and kill?”

  I smiled. “Less than seven.”

  “Your Charger is outside. Full tank of gas. Ready to roll. I say we go find a nearby hotel and see if you can have sex as good as you can talk,” the Super Fiend said.

  * * * * *

  When he took off his shirt and showed off his chiseled body, I acted unimpressed, but we both knew I was excited. I stood near the bathroom door, wondering how good the sex was going to be, while also wondering how I was going to get out of this alive and in one piece.

  Before he removed his pants, he tilted his head at me. “Aren’t you going to get undressed?”

  I kicked off my shoes and leaned against the wall, pulling off my socks. “I’d love to take a shower.”

  “Sorry, we don’t have time for that. I’m on a strict deadline, unfortunately,” he said.

  “Wow. I feel so cheap. This is going to be just another one night stand for you, is that it? Hit it and quit it. Slam bam thank you ma’am,” I said.

  “Pretty much.” He dropped his pants to the floor and I could see his large erection pushing at his underwear, trying to escape. I was impressed. “If you’d like, I could just rip you apart now.”

  “I’d rather you put that in me and probably rip me apart during sex,” I said. I grinned. “You are well-endowed, bub.”

  He shrugged as if he was embarrassed; although, I knew it was all an act.

  I took off my jeans, taking my sweet time doing it. I casually turned and bent at the waist so he could see my ass and the red thong I was wearing. I glanced in the full-length mirror on the bathroom door and even I was impressed by how good I looked. Yeah, I have an ego, even when I’m about to die.

  “I’m going to enjoy this,” he said.

  “Enough to keep me around as a plaything?” I had to ask.

  He shook his head. “I have a job to do. Sorry. You know it’s nothing personal.”

  “It’s hard not to take it personal, but I’ll shut up now.” I pulled the shirt off my body and tossed it on the floor with my jeans, removing my bra and adding it to the pile. “I’ll keep my thong on and let you take it off with your teeth.”

  “I like how you think,” he said. He sat down on the edge of the bed and tried to look like he was only here for the sex, but I could see his muscles rippling. He would destroy me at a moment’s notice, if I gave him any sign I was trying to flee or fight.

  Right now, I was here to have sex. I walked slowly to him and dropped to my knees at the foot of the bed. I rubbed my hands up his muscular thighs (did I mention he had muscles on top of muscles, but not like a gross bodybuilder?) and hooked my thumbs in his underwear. He lifted slightly off the bed and I pulled them off, his manliness popping out of them and staring at me.

  “Well, hello there,” I said.

  “Come up on the bed,” he said.

  I shook my head. “What’s the rush? Don’t you like foreplay?”

  “I love it. But we don’t have much time,” he said.

  “Your friend here doesn’t seem all that interested just yet. He needs to stand at attention,” I said, knowing if he got any harder it would be like an iron bar. Again… I had to stall. And enjoy myself, too.

  He laughed. I wanted him to be so excited there was a slim chance he’d slip up and give me an opening to kill and send him back to Hell.

  I was trying really hard to be the aggressive one but he was having none of it. He pushed me away and in one fluid motion scooped me up and threw me hard onto the bed.

  He grabbed my leg and flipped me over, pulling my hips up into the air. I didn’t fight him off. Why would I?

  He really did take my thong off with his teeth, pulling it down and discarding it, onto the pile of my clothes on the floor. “What a rush,” he said.

  “What are you waiting for?” I asked. Hell, if I was going to die, I might as well get everything I want in a last encounter, right? I’d hate to die with yet another regret on my conscious.

  He flipped me over onto my back, his fingers gripping my thighs and pushing them back over my head. He was holding on to get a better angle but also to keep me in place. I knew if I did something stupid his fingers would dig into me and rip my thighs apart. But I was enjoying the attention right now anyway.

  He suddenly stopped and rose up on the bed with a grin, his hands still holding my legs back. Before I could say a word, he scooted up and got into position.

  “Do me,” I whispered. I was so ready for him.

  “Not yet,” he said and his hands went between my legs. Who was I to stop him at this moment?

  “I don’t want you to finish yet,” he said, and slowed down his rhythm. He finally stopped and I tried to catch my breath. I knew I was about to get the best sex of my life, however long it was going to last after.

  He finally decided I was turned on enough as we began the actual sex.

  I looked away. His gaze was intense but not filled with love or passion. It was filled with lust and brutality, and I knew he’d kill me as soon as we both climaxed together.

  This was it. I couldn’t fight him off. Physically he was too big and too bad, and he had the added advantage of being on top of me. I knew, if I made any threatening move, his hands would extend to razor-sharp claws and any number of other supernatural powers would manifest to render me paralyzed so he could take his time torturing me before I died. The best I could hope for was a quick and clean death, and hopefully the sex would be so good for him he’d kill me right away.

  “You’re so warm,” he said quietly. For a brief second I thought I glimpsed the human being he’d been centuries ago, before his downfall. He still had a small glimmer of humanity left. I hoped.

  Then he grinned wickedly and began going faster, arching his back to get just the right angle. My thighs were gripped harshly and my legs pushed past me head. It was painful but I was flexible, and his thrusts were amazing. I was feeling both pain and pleasure at the same time, which I always loved.

  And this was raw and animalistic.

  I’d been around the block so many times I’d lost count, and this was definitely the greatest sex I’d ever had. Hands down. This Super Fiend knew exactly how to please me and get himself off at the same time. I’d been missing out by fucking human losers and normal Fiends all these years. Definitely my loss and I knew there was no going back.

  I was glad, in a perverse way, I didn’t have to worry about tomorrow, bec
ause I knew how sore I’d be. He was like a jackhammer and, as he moved forward and put his chest against mine, the weight of his body spread my legs even further apart, nearly to the breaking point. And I was loving every second of it, my entire body tingling.

  I closed my eyes for a second. I was going to climax. I grabbed his big arms and willed him deeper inside me. If I was going to die, I wanted to die like this.

  He thrust so hard and fast my breath caught in my throat. It hurt it was so rough. I opened my eyes to tell him to relax a little because I was thisclose to orgasm when I saw what the problem was.

  My sister stood next to the bed and was impaling him with a large silver spike.

  “Hey,” I croaked. “You couldn’t do this a few minutes later? I was about to explode.”

  Kari looked down at me and she wasn’t smiling. “I couldn’t do this without you distracting him. And, once he drained you of your energy, he’d be even more powerful. I couldn’t chance waiting.”

  He was still inside me. His eyes bulged but he wasn’t moving, his arms locked and holding his body up over me.

  “The silver will keep him in stasis for a few more seconds before he’ll be able to break free of it by sheer will and strength,” Kari said. “Don’t move or you’ll break the spell.”

  “Don’t move? When he gets free, he’s going to be pissed at both of us,” I said. “Roll him off of me and maybe we’ll get a head start before he attacks. Grab my clothes off the floor.”

  Kari pushed down slightly on the silver spike, which had about three feet exposed above the Super Fiend’s back. “There’s only one way to truly send him back to where he came from. I’m sorry.”

  “Why are you sorry?” I asked with a sinking feeling in my gut. I knew enough about rituals and magic and all this bullshit to know I was screwed. And no more in the good way, either.

  “The only way to do it is to mix his blood with yours. The weapon will drain both of you of your life force and mix so he won’t be able to reform on this plane. It will force him back to Hell,” Kari said.