Perverse
Demons
Maialen Alonso
Translated by
Annie J. Garza
Maialen Alonso is a native of Bilbao “Basque Country”, Spain. She was born on September 10, 1986.
After finishing her studies she dedicated herself to writing, which is her chosen profession. She has several published novels. Her novels are always filled with dangerous beings and romances that reach their limit.
She is used to mixing genres to create worlds that no one could have imagined. Besides loving to write, she passionately enjoys the layout and design of books.
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Table of Contents
Introduction
Table of Contents
Disclaimer
Chapter 1. Pleasing Gluttony
Chapter 2. Wrathful Anger
Chapter 3. Sexy Lust
Chapter 4. Attractive Greed
Chapter 5. Intriguing Arrogance
Chapter 6. Endearing Laziness
Chapter 7. Sweet Punishment
Disclaimer
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. All characters depicted in this work of fiction are eighteen years old or older.
Written By Maialen Alonso
Copyright © 2015 Maialen Alonso
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Translated by Annie J. Garza
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1. Pleasing Gluttony
The dawn was cloudy and warned of thunderstorms. From the second floor window, a girl looked outside spellbound while eating breakfast, observing the surrounding mountains with dreamy eyes, imagining things that were impossible for someone in her social position.
“For god’s sake, girl,” She heard when the door opened. “If your mother comes here and she sees you eating, she’ll be furious.”
“That’s not going to happen.” She answered without looking, as she knew who it was. “She never comes here. You know that, Helen.”
She laughed while the maid began making the bed. She wasn’t worried. If her mother entered her room and saw her eating, as always she was would start yelling at her for eating, but, why not? Dulce enjoyed eating. She played with her short brown hair while yawning.
She gave Helen a hug from behind, Helen was the closest thing to a family that she had. Being a rich girl was not as people thought, relationships were minimal, and she had always had stronger ties with the employees than with her parents, the main reason was the time she spent with them, they had practically raised her.
She took a shower and dressed in a casual and comfortable manner just as she always did. Dressing in a large sweatshirt and jeans. On leaving her room, she met the accusatory gaze of her mother, a perfect woman that at forty-years-old was still able to become the object of desire of any man. Dulce saw the slight tic in her right eye, and knew she was in bad mood.
“Were you pigging out?” Her mother crossed her arms and lifted her chin. “You’re going to turn into a cow. You are the shame of the family...
And so began the Sunday lectures. Next, she would tell her that no man would want to marry her, and of course, she wouldn’t marry someone rich. And that everyone would laugh at the family... for the simple fact of not weighing 110 pounds instead of 132 pounds. Which Dulce thought was a perfect weight. Having a mother who used to be a model didn’t help at all, she was obsessed with anything that affected her appearance, and to know that her daughter didn’t care about such things angered her.
That day she was tenser and nerve wracking than usual, and with a smart move, she managed to slip away and go down to the first floor running to enter the kitchen and warn Mary.
“Girl, do not do that.” Laughed the stocky dark-skinned woman. “Have you already had breakfast?
“No.”
She grabbed a couple of freshly made pastries and went through the gate of the service road to the garden. Turned and continued moving to the rear of the mansion, near a cemetery that held the remains of their ancestors. It was a beautiful and gloomy place; a few years ago, she had found a statue that amazed her, because it seemed so real like it was looking at her.
It was of a young man, a few years older than she was. He had his hair combed backwards and many times, she had imagined what hair color it would have been. His gaze was stony and his smile was full of mystery and mischief.
She spent more time there than any other place and usually told that perfect image of an angel her sorrow and feelings. She had no real friends as she didn’t fit in with any of the social circles that she had access to, girls her own age, that were daughters of important people. They tended to laugh at her because she didn’t care about brand names, money, or fame.
Dulce was convinced that high society was completely rotten and she wanted no part of it, but as the daughter of millionaires and the famous, she had obligations. Most of which she managed to avoid.
She sat at the foot of the statue that always made her feel better. She ate the two pastries while she told the statue all about today’s fight with her mother. After three hours, it started raining and to her misfortune, she had to return home.
“Is father here?” She asked on entering the dining room. Her mother already seated at the table.
“Do you see him?” Her mother placed her fork on the plate and sighed. “He had to go to work today.”
She wasn’t sure but, Dulce noticed that her mother was more bad tempered than usual, so she decided to stay silent and eat the vegetables that were surely ordered just for her. She rose to leave when she finished, saying goodbye in the most polite way, so as not to anger her further. While going to her room she decided she would take a short nap.
“Girl, wake up.”
“Helen?” She rubbed her tired eyes and looked at Helen. “What’s wrong?”
Helen seemed nervous and anxious. This was new behavior. After eighteen years together Dulce had never seen her act in such a manner. She was the most calm and even-tempered person on the planet. Those standing near her were filled with a sense of peace that would calm the most anxious person.
“Quick, get up.” Her voice trembled. “We have to hurry...”
She got up and saw the seventy-year-old woman toss any clothing she found throughout the room in a black bag. Dulce asked her questions but the woman only whispered gibberish and told her to hurry and get ready.
“Wait.” She asked, while handing her the bag and leaving the room.
Night was falling, and Dulce’s fear was increasing by the moment. To see Helen acting like this wasn’t normal, it alerted her that something bad was happening. Before she could think more on subject, Helen returned grabbed her wrist, and pulled her from the room.
“Don’t speak, not one word.” She whispered near her ear. “It’s very important that you do what I say, little one.”
Dulce nodded her head in shock while Helen dragged her down the stairs. It surprised Dulce that the house was dark.
They heard voices when they reached the first floor. She turned her head and saw that the French doors of the main living room were semi opened letting the voices out, and she could see the room brightly lit from far way. There seemed to bit many people talking in such a way that it was heard to make out what they were saying.
Helen stopped running and walked slowly, taking care with the wooden floor. Dulce saw how she reached for the doorknob, her hand trembling ... turned it towa
rds the right and a small "click" sounded that silenced the soft and incomprehensible voices that were four meters away from them.
“My God...” The old woman whispered.
“What do you think you are doing, old woman?” A hood covered the figure, but Dulce could tell it was her mother’s voice.
The doors were now completely open and she could see many figures inside the room.
“What’s happening, mother?” She was starting to get nervous. Seeing everyone dressed similarly was very sinister.
Her mother didn’t respond, but lifted her head enough that the light illuminated her face; she had a macabre smile on her face. She lifted a hand and several people rushed towards them. Everything happened fast, she felt the floor as she hit it, and heard loud screams reverberate on the walls, Helen’s screams.
“Mother, what?” Sound refused to come out of her mouth as she watched them knife to death the woman who raised her less than a meter away.
“Useless, old woman.” She approached her slowly. “Pick her up, it is necessary to begin the ritual as soon as possible, we will not have many other opportunities like today.
Her body trembled as tears fell from her eyes. Dulce let herself be dragged towards the stairs the led to the basement. It had always been locked and she had never been able to enter it. They dragged her inside and she felt her body be hit and scratched by some badly placed nails.
“What’s happening?” She shouted as she was thrown against the hard stone floor.
It was dark, but after a few minutes, all the torches on the walls were lit. One by one, they let Dulce see what was held inside that forbidden place. There were strange symbols and stone statues everywhere. While in the middle of the room was an altar, the crowning touch was a statue, the same statue that she told everything. Her mind worked quickly and came up with one conclusion. They were some kind of sick satanic cult.
“Are you sure about this?” She heard her father ask. “There is no going back. It’s been generations since this ritual has been performed.
“Silence!” She pushed him aside and pushed the hood off her face. “You’ve spent days whining that we are going broke. Beleth is the only one who can help us.”
“Mother?”
“You’re just as stupid as your father.” Her mother whispered while looking at her. “The only good thing is that you are such a bloody glutton. I hope that doesn’t bother him. Let’s begin!”
Three of the people dragged her to the strange altar and she saw then what they were going to do. They were going to sacrifice her.
“Please.” She yelled when they tied her hands. “Why are you doing this?”
“It has become clear that we are not going to marry you off with someone.” She stood over her without any emotion showing on her face. “At least you are useful for this, to save your family.”
“Family?” They weren’t family. A family didn’t do these kinds of things.
Before she knew it, the people had arranged themselves in a circle surrounding her and had begun a strange chanting that she couldn’t comprehend. They held each other’s hands and swayed from side to side as if they were crazy.
Her mother stood near her head, and continued to look at her while smiling; she reached inside the black cape that she wore.
“God, no! Please.” Dulce screamed when she saw the knife that she held.
“Listen to our call Beleth.” Her mother chanted. “Listen to us, we offer you a life, pure and clean, in exchange for our desires.”
She continued, but Dulce couldn’t hear more, didn’t want to hear more. They were going to kill her because they were going broke. Was money that important to them? Did they really believe they could call forth a demon?
It started to get cold, and her body trembled both from fear and the cold and then she saw the knife fall and stab her in the chest. She swallowed a scream in shock over what was happening. She couldn't believe this was real.
Yum, yum... the voice was heard on a sudden breeze.
“Beleth?” If she had not seen her mother’s lips move when she called out she would have never imagined that frightened voice to be hers. “My lord...”
She continued to say something, but Dulce was much too occupied in finding out what did not hurt, like realizing that the knife sticking horribly out of her chest didn’t seem to hurt.
“So much time wasted waiting for a call,” A sweet voice came towards her, but she couldn’t see who it belonged to.
“We are sorry...” The phrase was repeated by different voices.
“Forgive our ego...” It was her mother. “We didn’t want to bother you.”
“Lies,” The voice changed suddenly. “You only call me when you need something... it’s been like that for centuries. Truthfully, I thought about not coming, but this time there is something that interests me.
Dulce swallowed a scream when she felt something touch her ankle. It was a hand that gently caressed her skin upwards.
“Our desire,” Her mother murmured while on her knees.
“Desire? There is no desire but mine.”
A hoarse and crazy laugh broke the silence. It made her nervous not being able to see, she tried fighting against the restraints that held her, but then something dark fell over her. A garment or piece of clothing covered her. The object gave off a sweet smell that was not annoying in the least. It caused her to feel as if she were in a field full of flowers that dazed her, and caused her to feel sleepy. While she tried to resist this feeling, she heard a wave of desperate screams, but all she felt was indifference.
Everything stopped in two minutes, now all that could be heard, was the dripping of some thick liquid. She wasn’t sure what bothered her more, the strange silence or the horrible screams of a few moments ago. The only thing that was clear was that she couldn’t think clearly, like something was wrong with her head.
She heard the sinister laugh once more, just as the covering was removed from her eyes, letting her eyes see once more. However, her vision was blurry from the confusion.
She opened her eyes, the light from the torch disappeared for a moment, as another face came into view. She wasn’t sure if it wasn’t a hallucination, but she could have sworn that it was him. The statue was alive? They had the same face.
“I have a dilemma.” She heard a leisurely and safe voice. “But I think that the first option would not be pleasant for you, between corpses... I admit that makes me...”
“What. What is happening?” She had to make a major effort to ask the question. She felt so tired.
“Anyway, you're already dead. There is nothing to do about that.” His response left her blood cold.
In that moment she felt as if a hand passed over her body, but all she could think about was what she had just heard. She was dead? Really dead? Because she didn’t feel differently. However, she knew that she’d been stabbed.
“Ah.” She whispered while she lifted a hand to her head, before opening her eyes.
She felt like her head was going to explode and she was sure it wasn’t due to the weird dream she had. A satanic cult. What kind of person dreamed of something like that?
I think I have a problem if I dream about such things. She thought, while she stretched as she did most mornings.
She slid to the right to get out of bed and wondered what time it was, because it was so dark, that she couldn’t see her own hands. However, the focus of her worry changed when she realized she couldn’t get to the end of the bed.
“What the devil!” She said moving quickly. Her bed wasn’t that big. “Shit!”
She heard something hit the floor, and then she felt pain from the top of her head to the tips of her toes. She’d fallen on the floor. Frustrated, she got up quickly; her brain was telling her that something wasn’t right.
Moving in the darkness, she started feeling the surrounding area to avoid falling. Somewhere there had to be a door.
After fifteen minutes of searching, she thought she’d foun
d it, her hand touched something metallic, cold, and large.
She opened it and heard a small click, which caused the door to open.
She found herself inside a large hallway; more than six meters wide, and it was difficult to tell how long it was. There was a red carpet on the floor and everything else was shining white. Along with the statues made out of marble.
“Where the hell am I?” She took a few steps outside and walked looking at the vaulted ceiling. She did not recognize anything about that place.
The nerves that she had previously forgotten began to fill her body. Decision made, she began walking towards the door at the end of the hallway.
“I have to get out of here. Be calm, Dulce, nothing is happening...” She kept encouraging herself until she reached the large French doors that measured more than three meters in diameter.
She had to use all of her strength to open it, it weighed so much that she had to use her body to use more force. On the other side she found something, she had never imagined. It was a huge room, with black walls and poor illumination. Gigantic pillars created a walkway towards a throne where someone was seated. She had the feeling that he was waiting for her, because even at a distance she could see how he smiled. The trembling of her body caused each muscle to vibrate. It hadn’t been a dream... it was real, they had sacrificed her, and he had come and killed them all. She had never been so afraid. She instinctively stepped back over the threshold that separated the hallway and the room. She kept her eyes firmly on him; he was no longer smiling and arched an eyebrow clearly annoyed.
It can’t be a ...demon.
She swallowed with difficulty, and as if her body took decisions without consulting her, she turned and exited running and then retraced her own steps, but there was nothing on the other side of the hallway... There was only the room that she had left upon waking.
Without thinking twice, she entered the room and allowed herself to be engulfed by the deep and gloomy darkness. She shut the door with a bang and leaned with hands on it, as if she wanted to become a barrier that prevented someone from opening it.
Please, please. She begged afraid. Don’t let him hurt me.
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