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Hell Bound (Hellscourge Book 3)

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by Diem, J. C.




  Hell Bound

  Hellscourge: Book Three

  J.C. Diem

  Copyright © 2016 J.C. DIEM

  All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, storage in an information retrieval system, or otherwise, without the prior written permission of the author.

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, incidents and dialogues are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

  Table of Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Chapter Thirty

  Chapter Thirty-One

  Chapter Thirty-Two

  Chapter Thirty-Three

  Chapter Thirty-Four

  Chapter Thirty-Five

  Chapter Thirty-Six

  Chapter Thirty-Seven

  Chapter Thirty-Eight

  Chapter Thirty-Nine

  Chapter Forty

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  Chapter One

  Pristine white snow drifted lazily from the overcast sky. It was beautiful until the moment it hit the sidewalk. Then it turned into an ugly gray slush, which fit in perfectly with my current mood.

  The entire city of Manhattan was gray at the moment, both in color and in atmosphere. It was the middle of January and the weather had recently taken a turn for the worse. I’d lived in Denver my whole life and winter could sometimes be pretty harsh there. The few inches of snow that had fallen during the past couple of hours didn’t impress me much. They’d predicted that a storm would hit us sometime soon, but it hadn’t made an appearance yet.

  My contemplation of the dismal sky was interrupted when Brie spoke. “You need to pay more attention to your surroundings.” Her tone was shrill and scolding and frankly made me want to strangle her. “Are you even listening to me?” she said sharply when I made no effort to respond to her.

  “Nope.” I’d learned that honesty was the best policy when I dealt with her. Being blunt to the point of rudeness also had the bonus of getting on her nerves. “I’m thinking about the weather in an effort to drown out your incessant nagging.”

  Pressing her lips together tightly, she glared at me as she tried to get her temper under control. We had a truce to try not to stab each other, but we would never be the best of friends. Our personalities were too similar to make that possible. We were both too sarcastic and snarky for our own good.

  “I am trying to assist you,” she said with exaggerated patience. “How will you ever learn to be the warrior that this world needs if you refuse to listen to me?” Like me, she wore a long black coat. The weather didn’t bother angels, but they had to at least try to blend in with the human populace. Her curly blond hair was short and never needed to be cut. Once a celestial being took possession of a vessel, their body stopped changing. Unfortunately for her, she’d chosen a fourteen-year-old girl to inhabit. She looked young, but was actually millions or maybe even billions of years old. Her superior attitude had grated on me from the first day that we’d met. It hadn’t become any less annoying with time.

  I rolled my eyes and started to walk away. She grabbed my arm and turned me towards her. “The least you can do is acknowledge me when I speak to you.” Her tone was tightly controlled. It was a sure sign that she was going to lose her patience soon.

  “I rolled my eyes, didn’t I?” I said with my usual sarcasm and yanked my arm free. “How much more acknowledgement do you need from me?” She took a deep breath, which I knew was a prelude to an explosion. I spoke again before she could unleash her temper on me. “Let me explain something to you, since we’re obviously having severe communication issues. It isn’t what you say that makes me want to ignore you. It’s the way you say it that drives me nuts.”

  As I’d hoped, her explosion was diverted. I really wasn’t in the mood to suffer through one of her angry tirades. Sniffing in annoyance, she crossed her arms. “You are being ridiculous.”

  “This is what you just sounded like,” I said. I copied her posture and parroted her words back at her, using the same snarky tone, but at a much higher pitch.

  Eyes narrowing in affront, she drew herself up to her full height, which was a couple of inches shorter than my five-foot-five. “Well then, since you apparently do not approve of the methods I use, I will take my leave of you.” Her eyes gleamed and she grinned slyly, as if she knew something that I didn’t. “It will be interesting to see how well you do without my guidance.”

  She teleported herself away, leaving me standing on the sidewalk alone. “Snotty little cow,” I muttered beneath my breath. I hated the fact that the angels could zap themselves away whenever we were in the middle of an argument. They had many talents that I lacked, but teleportation was the coolest of them all.

  It was rare for me to be alone and I savored the silence. One of my friends, or allies in Brie’s case, was always nearby. As the scourge of hell, I was the best and only hope the world had of avoiding a demon apocalypse. Being human, I could enter and leave hell at will. Three of our team members were angels, which meant they couldn’t even set foot in the shadowlands. Leo had tried it once and had quickly become ill. He hadn’t even made it halfway along the passage that led to the misty lands that separated Earth from hell before he’d had to turn back. Sam was an imp, so he could also come and go when needed. He’d become a member of my entourage, which meant I could take him along with me whenever I was bound for the underworld. Sophia wasn’t an angel anymore and could probably go with us. But she was more of a scholar than a warrior.

  Speaking of lack of fighting skills, I’d started out this endeavor without any combat experience whatsoever. My friends were doing their best to train me during our down time. We had a lot of free time on our hands, so my fighting skills were slowly being honed.

  A month had passed since Sam and I had entered the eighth realm of hell and had returned with our prize. I now had two of the strange metal pieces. Once I’d found all nine pieces, they could supposedly be joined together to create an object of power.

  Since we’d returned, I hadn’t received any new clues about how to get to the seventh realm of hell. We were killing time until I found the next portal that would take us to the shadowlands. This included going out on patrols around the city. We weren’t just searching for the next entrance to hell, we were also looking for demons. They seemed to have gone into hiding lately. We were trying to locate them so we could entice them into traps and whittle down their numbers. It was also excellent hands-on combat training for me.

  There were two downsides to this plan. The first was that I absorbed the demon souls that were evicted from their host, adding to the legion that were inside me. The second was t
hat innocent humans died every time we ejected their evil hijackers. If there was another way to get the hell spawn out of their hosts, I hadn’t found it yet. Leo had watched an old movie about exorcism with Sam and me a couple of weeks ago. He’d laughed so hard that he’d fallen off the couch. Apparently, demons couldn’t be forced out through holy water and stern prayer.

  It had been Brie’s turn to escort me on patrol this time. Now that she’d abandoned me, I would have to perform a search of the area on my own. She’d teleported us to Stuyvesant Town, according to a sign that we’d passed earlier. It was an area that I wasn’t familiar with. Despite all of the patrols that I’d been on, there were still entire neighborhoods that I hadn’t seen yet.

  Gigantic apartment buildings loomed beside me. They were made of brick and were identical, or very close to it. I could see the East River a short distance away. A freeway curved upwards, ruining what would have been a pleasant view. An incessant flood of cars drove along it, bringing the inevitable noise and air pollution with them.

  Few people were out on foot. There had been a lot of murders in the city since I’d arrived here three months ago. Most people were afraid to walk the streets now. Fewer tourists were braving the city because of the deaths. The Christmas season had been dismal for most stores.

  It wasn’t just the seemingly random killings that was causing fear to run high. The bodies of over a dozen pretty blond teenage girls had been discovered. All bore at least a superficial resemblance to me. Their hearts had been removed, either in a fit of rage that the victims weren’t me, or for the sheer pleasure of causing them pain.

  The police were beginning to suspect that the murders of the girls were linked to the other bodies that had been found scattered around the city. They were right, of course. Demons were behind most of the stabbings, but we were responsible for some of the deaths. We were better at hiding the bodies, yet some of them had probably been discovered by now.

  We’d been confused when the demons had suddenly started being evicted from their hosts. We’d come to the conclusion that rival bands of hell spawn were deliberately killing each other’s vessels. They knew that their souls would be drawn to me. It was an expedient way of ridding themselves of their competition.

  No matter who was responsible for the murders, all of the deaths were due to the war that was raging between demons and angels. It was apparently my task to put an end to the conflict. Manhattan might be small compared to other cities, but it was packed with people. Everyone was vulnerable to being possessed either by a demon or an angel. I was apparently the only one who couldn’t be taken over. My missing soul was to blame, or maybe to thank, for that. I didn’t have to worry that a demon would take control of me and turn me to the dark side.

  With an internal sigh, I brought my focus back to the task at hand. Brie and I had already walked around the perimeter of Stuyvesant Town without seeing anything of interest. I was tempted to head back to our base, but that was probably what she expected me to do. Figuring she was probably watching me from somewhere close by, I didn’t want to give her the satisfaction of seeing me give up on my mission.

  Turning towards a flight of stairs that led deeper into the brick buildings, I began to climb. My head whipped towards a scraggly tree when I caught a flutter of something black from the corner of my eye. Winter had stolen the leaves away, leaving the trees bare and vulnerable. My hand flew to the dagger that was hidden inside a pocket of my coat. My tension eased when I saw it wasn’t the undead raven. It was just an errant plastic bag that had become caught on a branch.

  Resuming my climb, I was watching my feet when I saw the shadow of a bird soar past. I looked up to see a lone pigeon landing in one of the trees that lined the staircase. It turned its head sideways and seemed to be staring straight at me.

  Tripping on the next step, I caught myself on the railing and watched where I was walking as I climbed. The raven had spooked me so badly during our previous encounters that I jumped whenever I saw anything with wings.

  Telling myself to stop acting like a scared little girl, I glanced up again and froze. In the few seconds that I’d been distracted, more birds had arrived. Dozens of them now crowded the branches and I hadn’t even heard them gather. There were sparrows, seagulls, blue jays, woodpeckers, ducks and even a few pelicans. There were more that I didn’t recognize. Crows were among the throng as well. They stared at me malevolently, reminding me far too much of the bird that had been stalking me for months.

  Hearing a familiar mocking caw, I searched the area until I found the creature that I’d been dreading. The skeletal raven perched on a windowsill on the third floor of an apartment building. Its feathers were dull rather than glossy and bone showed through in a few places. It had presumably been taken to hell while alive to become the eyes and ears of the current Hellmaster. Over time, it had turned into an unholy creature that was neither dead nor alive. Like all creatures that resided in the underworld, it was imbued with evil.

  Its single milky eye watched me slyly as I began to back away. I’d sliced the other one out in an attempt to fend it off when it had attacked me. I was pretty sure it was still seeking revenge for the wound that I’d inflicted on it. Black blood still oozed sluggishly from the empty socket. It didn’t look like the injury was ever going to heal.

  The other birds turned to keep me in view as I continued to back down the stairs. I gripped the railing so I wouldn’t fall and crack my head open on the cement. My heart was thudding hard as I neared the bottom step. The raven opened its beak and I whirled around and took off at a sprint. It uttered a harsh croak, which was the signal for the flock to attack.

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  Chapter Two

  Wings fluttered loudly, drowning out the sounds of traffic as the birds obeyed their undead leader. One of them hit me in the back and I stumbled forwards. I flicked a look over my shoulder to see a seagull lying on the sidewalk in a daze. It shook its head and stumbled to its feet then prepared to launch itself into the air again.

  Sparrows and other small birds darted around me. Fast and nimble, they were going for my eyes. I covered my face with my hands. It wasn’t easy to run while half blind, but I managed it without tripping over. The few pedestrians who were out and about screamed and ran when they saw the milling mass of birds that were dive bombing me.

  Beaks pecked at my face and hands mercilessly. Talons became tangled in my hair as I was chased down the sidewalk. The noise of the chirps and shrieks was a horrible cacophony that would be sure to give me nightmares. Even above the racket, I could hear the raven cawing in what sounded like laughter.

  Tearing the birds out of my hair, I batted them away with my hands to give myself a short reprieve. I desperately searched for a way to escape from them. A small delivery truck parked on the side of the road up ahead caught my eye. The delivery driver stepped outside the small grocery store and saw the incoming birds. He wisely leaped back inside and slammed the door shut.

  Envying him that he had somewhere safe to retreat to, I seriously doubted he’d open the door for me. The birds would most likely smash through the glass to get to me anyway. I needed somewhere to hide that didn’t have windows. The truck was the obvious choice, so I sprinted towards it. Diving inside, I spun around, grabbed the door and slammed it shut. Feeling myself surrounded by boxes, I immediately realized my mistake. The truck was completely lightless and it was crammed so full of produce that I could barely move. I’d just enclosed myself in a metal coffin.

  Panic rose at the thought of being trapped. Before I could open the door and jump out, the vehicle was bombarded. The sound of small bodies slamming into the metal walls was deafening. Unable to see anything in the dark interior, I felt the walls closing in around me. I tried to fight my panic, but fear closed its hands around my throat tightly and began to squeeze.

  Putting my hands over my ears to block the noise, I didn’t realize that I was screaming at first. Even when I heard peal after peal issuing from my mouth, I
still couldn’t stop. Being imprisoned in a small space was my greatest fear.

  The truck rocked from side to side and the contents of the boxes were tossed onto me. I flinched every time something splattered on me and screamed even louder. It felt like the barrage lasted forever before it finally petered out.

  It wasn’t easy to get my screams under control, but I finally choked them off. Throwing the door open, I tumbled out onto the road in a shower of mashed up fruit and vegetables. Something dripped down the back of my neck, making me shudder. I didn’t know what it was and I didn’t want to know. I was covered in juice, seeds from the produce and, worst of all, bird droppings.

  My hair and clothes hadn’t been the only casualties of this attack. Birds littered the ground. Not all of them were dead. Some of them were just stunned from their suicidal dive bombing. Others flapped their wings feebly. Broken and mangled, they would never be able to fly again.

  Hearing the mocking caw of the raven, I saw it perched on a street sign and sent it a glare of pure hatred. This was its way of getting even after I’d half-blinded it. I just hoped it never knew how badly its revenge had affected me.

  Picking up an apple, I pushed myself to my knees and threw it as hard as I could. The raven gave a startled squawk and ducked just in time. The apple hit the wall behind the bird and splattered into mush. With a final sly glance at me, my feathered nemesis flew away.

  Brie appeared beside me and I started back. Seeing the state I was in, she bent over in laughter. Blinded by tears of joy, it took her a few tries before she could grab hold of my arm and teleport us back to Sophia’s store. Still laughing, she let me go then staggered back and pointed at me as I shakily climbed to my feet. “I have never in all my years seen anything as pathetic as you look right now,” she gasped.

  Still in the grip of shock, I couldn’t have predicted what I was going to do next. Taking a step towards her, I put my hand on her chest and shoved her as hard as I could. Her laughter was replaced with a startled shriek as she flew across the room. She hit the wall hard enough to leave a small dent in the drywall then fell to the carpet.

 

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