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Blood of the Demon (The Silver Legacy Book 3)

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by Alex Westmore




  Blood of the Demon

  The Silver Legacy, Book 3

  Alex Westmore

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  Blood of the Demon

  When demons explode, detritus flies everywhere. At this very moment, the demon Denny Silver was trying to put down was one wrist flick away from blowing up.

  “Come on Jahi, just release this woman,” Denny said. “Take your nasty-ass minion from her and maybe, just maybe, I’ll let you both live.”

  “We are not afraid of you, Hunter.”

  “Well that’s your first mistake.” In each hand, Denny held a silver cylinder about a foot in length. When she snapped her wrists forward, a sword made of energy crackled out of the right cylinder while a blade chain whipped out of the other. Both weapons were imposing, especially with the noise and the bluish tint surrounding them. “Big, big mistake.”

  The possessed woman laughed—slightly insane. It sounded like a squirrel whose tail had just been run over. “The only mistake we’ve made is allowing you and your loved ones to live, Hunter. We should have killed you six months ago.”

  “Threatening me? Really? Like that’s never happened. How can you live with your damned unoriginal self?”

  “Your reputation as a killer of demons proceeds you, Golden Silver, but how will you fare against one you cannot kill?”

  Denny pulled herself up to her full height of five foot ten as she slid the whip into a specially made inner pocket in her vest. “Oh, I could kill you and the host, and still stop by Starbucks for a coffee, but I’m hoping Jahi comes to her senses before I do that.”

  Denny stepped closer to the possessed women who looked like a forty-year-old mom trying to dress like her fourteen-year-old daughter. The look was never good and, in this case, bordered on pathetic.

  This was not that.

  This was a woman who did not know she was dressed like a prostitute. She didn’t even know she’d been possessed.

  “Stay where you are Hunter, lest my mistress, Jahi, feel the need to defend me. You are not her favorite human and your death would make her infamous.”

  “Don’t hurt yourself tripping over big words.” From another inner pocket, Denny withdrew a third cylinder called Saugen. “Perhaps you’ve heard of this.” Saugen made a snikking noise as it sprang to life from the cylinder. It looked like a blue garden hose.

  The controlled woman stepped back, eyes wide with fear.

  Denny grinned. “Yeah, I’d back up too. See, here’s the thing: in less than one minute, this Saugen is going to suck you right out of this poor women, and the second you clear her body, the very moment your last toenail grasp on her is gone, Epée here will cut you in half, ending your days of whoring and lasciviousness. Get out now or I’ll tear you from her and destroy you.” Denny looked up. “Do you hear me Jahi, you smug piece of shit?”

  Suddenly, a black mist appeared, formless, shapeless, almost two-dimensional. The mist hovered near the women a moment before slowly taking the shape of a curvaceous shadow with no defining features. “Cease your threats, Hunter. You needn’t destroy my minion, though she is far tougher than you might surmise.” The shadow shimmered a moment, as if Jahi was trying to become real.

  Denny did not lower her weapons. She’d been attacked by a shade before, and it was like fighting cotton candy. “I thought I made it pretty clear to your kind...your underlings do not belong in Savannah, Jahi. Why are we having this conversation again? You’re trying my already limited patience. Get out. Stay out. End of fricking story.”

  “It is my error Hunter. One I’ll not make again.”

  “Good. Then take your skanky little succubus with you when you leave and don’t return. I mean it, Jahi. Next time, it won’t be your crony I come after, and you won’t walk away.”

  A tense silence hung in the air between them––the shadow never anything more than a heavy smoke-like mist that flickered every now and then. “Save your threats, Hunter. Your reputation is well earned. Come Enocha. Leave that poor, dim being to her own devices.”

  “But––”

  “I said come. Do not disobey me.”

  “And don’t return, either of you. Whatever my reputation is ain’t nothing compared to what it can be.” Denny’s voice chopped three octaves. She sounded like a gnome who’d just swallowed grit from the bottom of a birdcage.

  The Hanta. Her demon within.

  The smoke hovered a moment. “Your demon is far more powerful than any Hanta Raya I’ve ever felt, Hunter. What have you done to give it such strength without losing yourself?”

  “My Hanta has kicked a lot of demon ass in the six months I’ve been a hunter, yet you all still come to harass the rookie and I keep blowing you all to smithereens. Why is that, Jahi?”

  Before the demon could answer, Enocha rose from the woman, flipped Denny off, and vanished.

  “Where...what?” The woman, no longer possessed, looked around, confused.

  Denny pointed to the bus station on the corner. “You just got a little lost. Wait for the next bus to come take you home.”

  The bewildered woman walked away, stopping to look down at her clothes before turning back to Denny. “Why...why am I dressed like a hooker?”

  Denny shrugged. “Costume party?”

  When the woman continued to the bus stop, Denny focused back on the shadow. “I may be a rookie, Jahi, but my Hanta is almost a thousand years old. I think it’s time you gave it the respect it deserves.”

  The black shadow slowly began to fade. “You are an enigma, Golden Silver...both at peace with your own demon while at war with the rest. I bid you adieu and wish you luck with yours.” With that, Jahi disappeared, leaving Denny in the near darkness of a deserted street.

  “Well, I suppose my work is done for the night. How ’bout I put this in the book as a successful extraction and go get laid?”

  As usual, the demon within did not directly respond, but she could sense its agreement. Her Hanta Raya loved sex...one of the few perks that came with being possessed.

  If that really was a perk.

>   The jury was still out.

  ***

  Denny’s Journal

  Three months ago, I sent out a warming to the many demons in Savannah: come here at your own risk. Stay here and be destroyed.

  Since then, the demon activity here as greatly subsided. I’ve only had one kill in the last week and half, which is good, I suppose. It was enough to feed the Hanta, but I can still feel it stirring inside me, wanting more.

  We’ve managed to find more balance, which was necessary, since I nearly went around the bend a while back. I’m back on track. I keep my demon fed, and Savannah free of evil.

  Every time I open the Black Book, that damned Peyton has yet another kill.

  I know it’s not a competition. I get that. It just makes me wonder if my demons have migrated from Savannah to New Orleans. It’s as if Peyton has been overrun with demons the last couple of weeks while my own activity has waned—the herd thinned.

  Why that damned Black Book has me under its spell, I’ll never know. Maybe it keeps me from feeling like I am the only person in the world to understand what evil lurks around every corner. Maybe I just like knowing there’s another human who understands what it’s like being a legacy hunter. It’s a pretty exclusive club, right?

  Take one human.

  Add a thousand-year-old demon.

  Shake, and hope she doesn’t blow her brains out.

  Whatever the reason, I read it like a normal person reads the news. Tonight is the fourth night in a row Peyton hasn’t posted a kill.

  Suddenly, I’m concerned about a demon hunter I’ve never even met. How dumb is that? I worry about him when he isn’t writing in the book. I wonder if he is dead or injured. Does he need my help or did he just take the day off? So many questions about this new job of mine, and so few answers. Maybe I’ll ask Ames if that’s the norm for legacy hunters to feel connected to each another, because I do feel some sort of weird kinship with Peyton and Annalee, both.

  Annalee’s name keeps popping up in the Black Book lately. I found some of her earlier kills, but then for four months—nothing. Ames says that happens when a demon hunter takes a vacation or even a staycation in order to regain control of their Hanta. He suggested I take some time off so I could read some of the three thousand books on demons, demonology, witchcraft, and the supernatural sitting on the bookshelves in my lair.

  I did managed to take a little break after I was a virtual killing machine for a month before finally coming to my senses.

  I’m well over that now...at least, I think I am. It’s difficult to tell when there are two spirits sharing one body, you know?

  Now, I just do my usual nightly rounds, just to let the demons know my piece is still on the playing board.

  I still like to check in on the coven, on my friends, and especially on my mom—just to make sure everyone is safe and tucked in for the night. Ames wants me to stop doing it, but I can’t. I sleep better knowing I’ve done my patrol.

  Speaking of sleep, I think I’d better hit the hay. I’d thought about seeking Cassandra out for what she calls Midnight Muff Munching, but when I stopped by the coven, there were cars on the street and a bustle of activity, so I decided to skip it.

  I had to fight the Hanta a bit. It loves sex. Well, sex, Fireball whiskey, and weird-ass foods like crawdad brains and cow tongue. Go figure.

  So I think I’ll sign off now, and try not to worry about Peyton’s absence.

  But I know I will. I’ll lie in bed for a few hours just wondering.

  Where are you, Peyton?

  ***

  Closing her worn leather bound journal with an oak tree carved on the front, Denny leaned back and studied the thousands of books lining the walls in her lair.

  She was only six months into this gig and yet, was managing a fairly good pace at reading the books left to her by her mother.

  Her mother.

  A hunter in her own right until tragedy struck.

  “No sign of Peyton I see,” came a disembodied voice from the top of the roll top desk.

  Perched like a statue on top of the desk sat Rushalyn Holbrook...a ghost. “You seem overly concerned with Peyton’s activities. You keep checking that book like a girl looking out the window for her prom date. What’s going on?” Rush was wearing a Grateful Dead tie-dyed T-shirt and maroon corduroy bell-bottoms. She was shoeless.

  Denny looked up at Rush. The room was warm during the summer months making Rush easier to see.

  “What’s with the seventies’ outfit?”

  “Oh, this old thing? I was listening to oldies but goodies over at the Inn. We’ve started a seventies’ night.”

  Denny chuckled. “Of course you have. I should have known.”

  Rush smiled softly. “Come on. No better decade for music than the Woodstock generation, and what’s not to love about peace and free sex?”

  Denny chuckled. “It was free love, sweetheart.”

  Rush waved her off. “Now answer my other question. What’s with the concern? You don’t even know this guy. What are you looking for any way?”

  “Four days in a row now and no word from him. I can’t help but wonder if he’s all right.”

  “You don’t really have time to worry about another hunter, dear. Your plate continues to be full.” Rush floated down to the desktop. “I worry when you don’t take time out to the smell the flowers, and I can’t remember the last time you did.”

  “I smell plenty of flowers. I just feel better knowing my people are safe.”

  “Bull crap. First off, Peyton is not one of your people. You don’t even know him. You have learned to love the hunt. Period

  “So what if that’s true?”

  “Baby, you know so little about the demon’s world. I see you reading in here as if you’re cramming for an exam when what you should be doing is living your real life.”

  Denny chuffed. “My real life? Rush, that life died half a year ago. How can you or anyone expect me to go back to living a normal life when they share a body with a legacy demon? Ever. I can’t un-ring that bell.”

  “I’ve noticed your favorite witch hasn’t been over for a booty call for a couple of weeks. Weeks. You two still...you know...doing it?” Rush bumped her two fists together repeatedly.

  “Don’t be gross. I told you, Cassandra has no claims on me. She goes and does...”

  “Whoever she wants. Yeah. I got the memo. She has quite a reputation, you know? All the other ghosts talk about her and her sexual prolifities.”

  “It’s proclivities, and are you guys sitting around gossiping?”

  “We’re dead, not stupid. Of course we gossip. That’s how we keep from going crazy. Anyway, good for her for getting around the way she does. She gets a lot. And by a lot, I mean a ton. Not so much with you, though. Why don’t you take another stab at Brianna? She is way more your type. Way more.”

  “She’s seeing someone. That ship has sailed. Besides, I am way too busy to have a girlfriend right now.”

  Rush folded her arms and glanced away. “That is so lame. So totally lame.”

  Denny started to reply then stopped and leaned in closer to Rush. “Wait. What is it? I know that look. You know something.”

  Rush shook her head. “It’s just ghost gossip. I guess you could call it ghost-ip.” She laughed at her own joke.

  As the most haunted city in America, Savannah had quite a network of ghosts—many of whom spent their days gabbing about the living. Rush was one such ghost and had no issue flapping her gums to anyone who would listen.

  “Out with it.”

  “I don’t know. You have a tendency to go all postal when you think your people are being...um...”

  “Out. With. It, or I swear to God I’ll turn that T.V. off.”

  “Fine, geez, don’t get your undies in a bundle. Rumor has it Brianna’s new girlfriend is a bit...how shall I put this? Heavy handed.”

  Denny felt her Hanta immediately stir. It was a feeling like early indigestion in the deepest pit o
f her stomach that would spread out to her limbs.

  “What did you say?”

  Rush pretended to study her cuticles. “Her new girl has a bit of a mean streak. She’s the rough and tumble kinda—”

  Denny pushed back on her chair and slowly rose to her feet. “You better not be fucking with me, Rush.” The gravelly voice of the Hanta slowly came to life as Denny became the hunter once more.

  “Easy tiger. Like I said...it’s just a rumor everyone is bantering about.”

  “Bullshit. You know something more, Rush. Spit it out.”

  Rush faded a little. “I hate that voice. It’s creepy and scary. Reel it in, babe, or I’m outta here. I can always watch T.V. over at Luellen’s place, though she prefers those stupid reality shows.”

  Denny inhaled slowly through her nose to still the demon inside her. “Okay. Better?”

  Rush shrugged. “Not sure if it’s been an ongoing thing but word has it the witch dumped her after the girlfriend slapped her. So far that’s just speculation.” Rush smiled slightly. “Good to see you still have some spring in your step where that witch is concerned. I have always liked her. Meat on her bones, sweet in her heart, she’s a kind one. Right up your alley.”

  Denny regained control of the Hanta and slowly sat back down. “She is a witch for God’s sake. If Brianna doesn’t kick her ass, the coven will. She doesn’t need my help.”

  “Maybe she does.”

  “If she needs help, she wouldn’t come to me for it. If she does, I’ll open a can of whup-ass on her girlfriend.”

  “Good. I was beginning to think you were becoming heartless.”

  “Gee, thanks. Look, as much as I’d like to help, it’s really none of my business.”

  “Seriously baby? Wow. I was gonna saddle your white horse for you. Evil is evil, right?”

  “Nope. It isn’t. Like you said. I’ve got enough on my plate. If Brianna chose poorly, it’s on her. She doesn’t need me and I don’t need to saddle up. I fight evil, Rush, not assholes.”

  “Well, maybe she doesn’t need you, but did it ever dawn on you that maybe she wants you to show you still care? Or at least she might want the friend you could be if you weren’t so pig-headed.”

 

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