Outside Hell

by Milo Spires

  Then as he’d walked around in a circle on the sizzling ground utterly wild with the fact that he, a master sorcerer was actually on the run from the angels, and also expelled from the earth, it’d got the better of him. Then as he’d reflected back upon his own plans to kill the vampire Rex and that they’d been ruined by a priest that had experienced a damn vision, his rage had nearly got the better of him. Then as a second had past and after licking a finger that had sparkled with mad energy flowing around the tip of it in a blue shade, alternating into deep reds and garish yellows, he’d summoned his ‘other’ third eye spell that was watching the priest instead.

  Ever since he’d had no choice and then fled for the safety of his other world, and after he was disconnected from another clone of his that he’d left outside the priests office stuck in a rose bush like a fool, he’d improved his magic so that things like that wouldn’t happen again.

  He’d also created a third eye spell and allowed it to permanently float along watching the priest, just in case he’d ever needed to see what the feeble fool was up too.

  The old boy was aware that the priest experienced visions just like the vampire Kaine, so there was no way that he would ever let him out of his sight again, not with other future plans to kill Rex being created daily that the priest if he’d seen another vision could fuck up. The priest would be monitored and if there were any more visions from the holy fool showing what he himself was up to, then because of it, he’d be one step ahead of the religious idiot and then be able to stop them before the angels turned up and caught him.

  So as he’d swiped his finger down in the air and the third eye spell had suddenly reconnected, instantly Raffious was able to see the priest and wondered from the live image that was being beamed back at him, what he was up to.

  The image was grainy to start with, and then as he’d increased the contrast and a second later the picture had cleared, suddenly he’d realized that John the priest was in a chopper. John was sitting in the back with his seat belt on but his face was extremely pale like he’d just seen the undead. Raffious could also tell from the rain that was dripping diagonally down the glass behind the holy fool, that the chopper was airborne too.

  Then as Raffious in his other world had swiped his finger down through the air, and the third eye spell had responded by slowly panning around to the right, he could see that the passenger seat next to the priest was also empty. Only aware that he could also hear voices and then in turn knew that there was at least a pilot who was flying the thing, he’d panned the image around to take a look. Only as he’d seen that the pilot was a vampire and next to him was a massive grizzly bear, Raffious who was suddenly and violently consumed with shock, misplaced a foot and fell back over a rock behind him. Then as the old boy had got up again and after brushing off the dirt to take a second look, he’d suddenly remembered the pilot as Laouse, Kaine and Regina’s friend.

  Then demanding that the third eye spell tell him where the priest was, Raffious waited a few seconds for the information to come back to him, and when it had he was furious. He’d screamed with so much rage that mountains of ultraviolet rays had burst out from his mouth, and his eyes had turned a fierce shade of red too.

  The priest was in Romania near to where the shack was that Regina had died in.

  Then as he’d watched the screen so damn intensely and feared that that by doing so the three in the chopper might see him because of it, suddenly the chopper had banked viciously around a black cloud of demons, and then with flames lighting up the horizon behind it, the chopper had swooped down over a forest and landed.

  Then as the priest was screaming that the demons would catch them, suddenly a new being had leapt into the chopper after talking with a white horse. Raffious had also realized that because his skin was caramel in color with soft hues of light brown throughout, he obviously wasn’t a vampire. He was also wearing strange clothing too, he’d been in mostly brown leather with crossed strings on his forearms and quiver on his side, plus a long wooden bow across his back.

  Raffious mused over this being and then as he’d thought about him for a second or two, suddenly he’d recognized him.

  The old boy remembered that after he’d rewound time to follow the other chopper as the third eye spell had lost the image from the first, he’d seen something that had reflected the moonlight as it was shot up into the air at extreme speed. Then when he’d looked into the forest to see where it had come from, faintly there’d been the silhouette of a man with a bow on his back that was hiding waist deep in snow amongst the coalescing shadows.

  Raffious had instantly put two and two together resulting in four. He’d realized that this man in the chopper was the same made from outside the shack. This bowman fellow had either gone there to the shack as backup with Kaine and Regina or he’d appeared to help them, and if that was the case then he must have dark knowledge of evil and might be a sorcerer like himself?

  Then after Raffious had commanded the third eye spell to follow them, it was as they’d landed in a clearing surrounded by tall snow covered pine trees and the rotors downdraught had blasted the first ten meters of them clean, that Raffious had demanded the spell to reveal where they were. Only when it had come back to him saying that they were only a mile or so away from the German military base, Raffious was consumed with anger. He knew that they were going to rescue Kaine and he definitely didn’t want that to happen.

  The old boy suddenly turned around and through his rage, and as the wind had picked up with the gathering clouds above him blasting out electrifying rain, he’d shot hundreds of innocent creatures around him. Only then and in response as he’d realized what he’d just done and with deep guilt passing through him because of it, he’d screamed. The sound was so ear piercing and terrifying that the creatures that he hadn’t killed with their cute faces like Racoons, didn’t wait around for apologies but instead ran off in to the bushes hating him.

  That was it in his mind, fuck the angels and god, he was going to this military base in Hungary himself and would make this bowman pay for what he’d just made him do to these happy creatures.

  Then in his obviously seriously disturbed mind Raffious planned that after he’d walked inside the hanger and had violently killed everyone, he was going to go and find his puppet Adolph to make him pay for running away from him forty years earlier too.

  Raffious then with a face full of wild anger and cute furry creatures lying massacred all about him, thrust his arms up high into the air, and in true sorcerer style then commanded his ‘get me out of here spell’. The massive energy within him suddenly blasted out and with it a white light had appeared above his head that raced around him in a circle. Seconds past and then as it picked up speed and it formed a complete disc of white light and the sound coming from its turning became almost deafening.

  Raffious looked about him and then with a tear rolling down his cheek and the cute furry creatures looking back at him from their petrified state under the bushes, the old boy suddenly braced him self for the pain.

  The light exploded into a garish white flash and then a second later, he and the white light had painfully vanished.

  *****

  After the magic had de-atomized Raffious and then he’d hurtled him through billions of miles of space at ridiculous speeds, another second had past and then he was there, re-atomized and standing in the woods next to the German hanger. Only as he’d appeared thinking that no one would have seen him arrive, he’d been wrong. The bowman from Eldor, a world five thousand light passes from earth had seen him, and from the priests description in the chopper of the clone back in Kaine and Regina’s lounge, and how he’d just appeared in the woods, Dracus knew that he was the one that his friend Regina had vowed to kill. He also suspected that he was deeply involved in their disappearance too.

  Utter rage had consumed the bowman and then in response to it, he’d loaded a cursed arrow from a mile away and fired.

  The arrow guided by the darkest ri
tuals from Rex’s coven and driven by the deepest evil that Satan had blessed them with, and made from a thousand year old snake skin with its fangs fused to the tip, suddenly charged towards him. It flew at unbelievable speeds around the thousands of pine trees, as it navigated itself towards its prey.

  The bowman was furious because he’d had to wait hundreds of years in Rex’s coven, without the chance of being able to go home to truly be with his love Janus. Ok he’d touch her by pulling her spirit into his outer dimension that his spell would create, but still he’d been desperate for more. Only aware that he was the royal child that Vrakug was looking for, he’d daren’t go back to Eldor unless he’d got Satan to sternly following him.

  Dracus had been trying to meet Satan for hundreds of years but Rex would never arrange it. Only in Paris he’d finally met the ugly horned bastard. Dracus had shot him with four cursed arrows to save his friends, and then suddenly, as planned, the evil bastard was doing anything to catch him. Only whereas Satan thought he would catch him, and couldn’t understand why Dracus was trying to enrage him because in his mind it was asking for death, he’d been oblivious to the true reasons though. Dracus had wanted Satan to follow him back to Eldor so like a UFC fight promoter, he could arrange for Satan to meet up with his dear old pal the evil dark lord Vrakug. Dracus had hoped that when the two were fighting one another, he’d sneak up and lay a portal on the floor that they’d clumsily step into and vanish. Dracus would give it the coordinates beforehand and send it up to the murderously oppressive, burning rock in the sky that you and I know as the sun. He’d felt sure after sending a massive boulder up to it and watching it vaporize, that the heat would be so overpowering for the two evil bastards that they’d simply vaporize themselves as soon as they’d appeared on its surface. If his plan worked, then a heinous death, one befitting of the two evil bastards would finally come for both of them, and in turn he’d save two worlds from their evil presence as well.

  The bowman though and just after killing Rex to ensure that Satan’s rage would follow him blindly to Eldor, Regina’s bracelet had gone of summoning him. Dracus has cursed inwardly at the time because he’d realized that he couldn’t leave for Eldor knowing that his friend was in grave trouble, as he’d no knowledge if he’d ever be able to return afterwards to save her. Dracus had to suddenly stop everything and risk Satan catching him, whilst he’d saved Regina first. So when he’d seen Raffious standing there in the pine trees a mile away from him, it’d made the bowman furious and he’d stopped everything to kill him.

  Then after he’d chopped his head off to show Regina and saved her and her husband too, he’d lure Satan back to Eldor and watch with a big Cheshire cat grin as the two evil bastards then de-atomized in the murderously oppressive sun.

  Only meanwhile and as a bullet-ridden blue and silver chopper had landed not so far away with its black out screens down, and with a priest vomiting across the back seats, Sorchek also touched down in the woods half a mile from Dracus, and he wasn’t alone either.

  Chapter 33 – Preparing for War

  Inside the hanger Adolf was furious with rage, as he’d walked down the steel staircase into the control room. Then as soon as he’d stepped one foot down onto the concrete floor, a loyal soldier who was seated behind a computer terminal, turned around and looked up at him.

  The leader of men instantly slid his hand down to his hip and unfastened the buckle on his side. Then as he’d pulled out his Luger Parabellum semi automatic pistol, and as the soldier had tried to leap out of his chair realizing to his horror that he was about to be killed, Adolf simply shot him four times in the head.

  Storming past the corpse and then leaning over the shoulder of another soldier who’d said nothing for obvious reasons, Adolf snatched up the bloodied keyboard in front of him and banged in some commands. The screen showed the outside of the hanger, and his arsenal of old German military vehicles that were pointing their turrets out in various directions, into the deeply snow covered pine trees. Then as Adolf looked down at his wristwatch and with it realized that soon the land would be consumed in darkness, suddenly a deep and unearthly chill coursed its way through him. He was aware that with the night looming soon the undead would arrive, and then war would start and he wasn’t entirely sure if he’d win.

  Then as he’d turned around with copious amounts of blood welling out of the corpse only a few feet away from him, and taking a strange shape as it headed straight towards him, he’d looked about at his other soldiers and the vast array of computer terminals, wondering how he’d got into this mess. So far they’d had years of kidnapping vampires and everything had been going perfect. His scientists after a little coercion proving that his Lugar worked; had developed DD10 and they were well on their way to finding immortality. His boys in white coats had also developed MX10 that had turned things around and looked like it wouldn’t be long before they’d crack the key to eternal life. If he could unlock that, then soon with his soldiers unstoppable he’d restart the war against the British and the Americans and win.

  Adolf had started to wonder since loosing a team of his men in Paris, if maybe he’d been a little harsh on his people over the years since they’d been living in the base, and that maybe if he’d backed off a little, it might actually help them uncover immortality sooner.

  He’d almost cancelled the raid on the shack and all future raids till the end of the year, only when he’d heard that there was a vampire up at the shack that was godly in size, and that Heir Volkerdauphine had believed that he was the same vampire from the botched mission in Paris, he’d sent his men on the raid regardless. He also knew that he shouldn’t have ever sent his men there at the same time as the other vampires who were planning to kill the godly sized vampire’s wife. It was a strategic error to think that his men were invisible, and by it he’d opened them up to a heightened chance of being caught, and also in turn he’d compromised the location of the base too. Had he either cancelled the raids giving them a must needed break, and in turn restored their faith in him as their leader, or simply postponed it until the following night none of this mess would have happened. It was his eagerness to have revenge against the vampire for loosing his men in Paris that had created the red mist in his mind. He’d lost his cool and allowed it to cloud his judgment, which had then stopped him realizing how dangerous it was to attack them at that time.

  Adolf also reasoned with himself that it was obviously a whole different class of vampire that he was trying to catch by going for the godly ones, and that over the years they’d only kidnapped those without connections, the bums of the species that wouldn’t be missed. He’d realized then that to chance catching the godly sized vampires had so much more danger involved with it, and obviously comes at a far steeper price. The vampire that’d his misses killed in front of him must have had connections and they were obviously hunting for him now and would stop at nothing until he was returned. Either that or the outside of the shack was guarded with sentries, and they’d followed him for revenge after his soldiers had kidnapped the bikini vampires.

  Adolf suddenly thought that if the godly sized vampire had acquaintances looking for him, then maybe he should just release him and in turn try do a deal with them; hoping that afterwards the undead would go away. He’d reasoned that if he could then even though it would be a ball ache relocating to another hanger and ultimately because of it set them back years in development, but at least they’d be alive and then they could live to fight another day.

  Only then he’d thought that would they actually leave, or would they still attack for their brothers that he’d killed over the years? Adolf highly doubted that they’d care considering the ferociousness of the prisoners that his scientists had mutilated and hacked their limbs off with old rusty saws. No there’d be no deal struck with them, he’d felt sure of that. If he’d told them that he had basements full of gold bullion, they’d still attack and after killing them all, they’d loot the riches for themselves. Then it crossed his mi
nd that maybe they’d found out Heir Volkerdauphine was telling him where the vampires were living and in turn because of it demanded to know where the hanger was. Then as a second past he’d even wondered if maybe Heir Volkerdauphine had arranged the attack himself. Adolf knew he was well past the time that he’d promised to release his mother. Maybe all this was because of him and nothing to do with the godly sized vampire having connections at all.

  The German leader with the funny moustache was furious that he hadn’t the answers and then as his rage mounted and spread exponentially within him, the anger took control and he’d shot two more of his control room staff. Then as the others fled the room, he’d re-holstered his weapon and stormed off up the metal stairs into his private quarters. Then after slamming the door to his study, and pouring himself a stiff drink and appreciating the burn as the noxious liquid flowed down his throat, the leader of men took a seat behind his desk to think.