The Chronicles of Logan DeRais: The Book of the Damned

A savage battle cry echoed across the plains of Hell. I couldn’t open my eyes, all I could do was listen. The barbed tails had stopped stabbing me, and I heard the daemons moving away. They hissed in anger as some sort of fire ignited. Then, screams split the air. Bloodcurdling, hideous screams. I heard Christina’s voice. It echoes with a deep, resonating bass, and she exuded an air of command.
"LET GO THE ANGEL AND THE GIRL, SPAWNS OF SATAN!" she intoned. I heard the daemons hissing at her, and knew they were advancing towards her, claws out. "YOU KNOW WHAT I AM AND WHO I AM. LET THEM GO BEFORE I CAST YOU BACK INTO THE PIT!" The pain all around me stopped suddenly. extinguished, by who I didn’t know for sure. I was willing to bet that it wasn’t the daemons. I tried to raise my head up, to open my eyes, or raise my body up so I could help her fight them, but I couldn’t. I had no control over my body; it was too badly burned, and even though I couldn’t feel the pain, something was restricting my movement. I sighed, as I could feel my consciousness slipping away. I heard the sound of battle from all around me, but soon that too faded, as I slipped into the abyss.
I awoke, after God knows how long, and could feel tiny things falling on my head, like little raindrop. I forced my eyes open, and sat up, blinking dumbly. as I took in my surroundings, I saw Christina, legs crossed, sitting on a rock, and the other girl, lying down on the hard, damp floor of Hell. Then, I looked up, to see some sort of dome above us. it was clear, and I could see above it, drops of green rain that were pouring out of the purple clouds above us. when I took the time to look closer, I saw that they were smoking as they fell, like water that was slowly being boiled away. as the droplets impacted with the clear force field, they passed right through it, but they lost their greenish color, and ceased smoking. as far as I could tell, the force field was some kind of purifier, and the green rain was some sort of deadly or dangerous substance. Christina noticed me awake, and spoke. "morning," she said, looking at me. "what happened? I inquired, sitting up painfully.
"You blacked out,"
I rolled my eyes, "Obviously...but what happened with the daemons? and is she,": I gestured at the girl, "-ok?"
"The daemons are where they belong. Down in the Pit. I sent them there," she said, obviously not very willing to give me any more information. "And the girl?" I asked, "is she alright?"
"No," replied Christina, "the daemons did too much to her. she’s alive right now, but their poison is in her blood. shell die in a few hours. it would e better to end her pain right now; she will suffer ver much in the next hours before her death..." she trailed off. "theres no way to save her?" I asked, hesitantly.
"Not that i know of," said Christina. "Why do you care so much about her? She’s just a human." she asked, and i sighed. "i don’t know...for one, i don’t like to see anyone die, ever. or, at least not when i could do something about it. and for two...this is kinda strange to say, but i kind of like her. i don’t know why.....its just a feeling. i fall for people extremely easily. just like you. i mean, i fell for you. Really easy."
"You did?" she asked, looking astonished.
"Yeah. That’s why I kissed you, remember?" "But that doesn’t mean anything....you kissed me. so what? Daemons fuck me all the time, but that doesn’t mean that they love me," "Well," i began, getting up and walking over to her. I sat down next to her, and put my arm around her. "Im different. firstly, im human. secondly, my personality is much different than most humans, or all daemons, for that matter. I CARE. I have feelings," I said, taking her hand with my other hand. my eyes flicked up to her, and I saw that she was not returning my gaze, but staring at my lips. I drew a little closer, and she glanced up to me, a little hesitant. Before I could take the time to think about it, mostly because there wasn’t any reason to, I pulled her closer to me and kissed her. we sat there, bodies intertwined, mouths locked together, for who knows how long; oblivious to the other girl, the rain falling on us. she leaned onto me, pressing us downwards, and I hit the ground with a thud. then, we heard a groan from the other end of our enclosement. it was the girl, awoken by our aggressive sounds. chrisnta and I broke apart, looking at her. Awkward silence reigned. She sat up, whincing in pain. she brought her hands up, and rubbed her eyes. when she opened them, i could see that they were brown, unfoucused, and bloodshot
Awkward silence reigned. She sat up, wincing in pain. She brought her hands up, and rubbed her eyes. When she opened them, I could see that they were brown, unfocused, and bloodshot. After a few seconds, she reached into her pocket, and pulled out a pair of glasses. She put them on, blinked a few times more, then gasped, and stared at me incredulously. She opened her mouth, and emitted one, rasping word.
"Logan??!!"
I looked back at her, waiting for something else. An explanation, or at least a name for her. Her eyes were scrunched up, and the corners of her mouth quivered. I could tell...she was about to cry. And sure enough, tears slowly began rolling down her face. I still sat there, in an awkward silence, unsure of what to do. My limited knowledge of women told me to do something; wipe away her tears, hold her close to me, or something, but I guessed that there was something going on with Christina and I, and I didn’t want to make her jealous."What’s...wrong?" I asked the girl.
"You," she cried, "why are you here? How did you get here??"
"I don’t know. All I remember is falling through the Llethle clouds, and being here. Why? Do you...know me? Or something? Who are you, even?""My name is Zoane. I’m...I was...your girlfriend. On earth. But...we broke up. I broke up. Then...you disappeared. Like, you stopped calling me, or talking to me. And then...this guy, who had hurt me over and over again, just went over the top. He said some really messed up things to me, and the end result was that he said I should kill myself. That the world would be better off without me. And...I believed him. You would have been the one I would have called, to talk to. To cry to. To ask for help. But...when I finally got the courage up to call you, I talked to your parents...they said...that you were...that you were dead..." her voice trailed off, and she started sobbing with renewed vigor. "So," she said, through her tears, "can you explain it to me? What you’re going here in Hell?""
"I don’t know...all I know is that I'm a Fallen Angel, and I’m here for a reason," I said.
"You’re an angel?" she asked, surprised.
"Yes," I replied, "Do you want to see my wings?"
"Oh really? Please...I would love to see them,"
"I wouldn’t do that," said Christina, speaking up for the first time in a long while. "Why not?" I demanded. When she failed to answer, I took her silence as an, ’I don’t know why I said that’. I tensed up, and willed my wings to open up, and dazzle Zoane.
Nothing happened.
"What’s wrong?" asked Zoane, noting the expression on my face and looking at me curiously.
"I don’t know..." I replied, worried. I reached back, to feel the place where my wings should have come out. Christina stopped me, grabbing ahold of my wrist with lightning speed. "You don’t want to do that," she said. Now, I was thoroughly pissed of. What the hell was going on? "Christina, let go of my wrist. Now!"
As you wish," she replied, and released her iron grip on my arm. I reached back, farther, and finally my fingers found what was left of my wings. I could feel burnt feathers; two long lines of burn feathers, running half the length of my back. It was impossible to accept...my mind baulked at the thought of it. I couldn’t take it in...The truth was...my wings had been totally burned away. I then did the only thing that my mind would allow me to do. I fainted.
I was awoken by a painful scream. I pried my eyes open, trying to forget for a moment that my life as an angel was totally fucked forever. I sat up, anxiously looking around. Zoane was on the ground, twisting with pain, and crying out. "Help her!" I demanded of Christina, "what can you do?"
"I...dont know. The poison is already in her bloodstream. If I were a true vampire, I could suck it out of her...but...I’m not."
"Well, Try!" I yelled, eyes flickering from Zoane to Christina. "Please," I said, begging her. She looked at me, and then nodded. "Ill try," she promised. She knelt down next to Zoane, raised her fingernail to her wrist, and then hesitated. "Are you sure?" she asked, looking at me. " Yes. Do it," I said, and her nail went down on her wrist, creating a large gash. Christina lowered her mouth to the cut, and began to drink Zoane’s blood. It gushed into her mouth continuously, and very soon Zoane’s movement ceased. She was calm. Christina kept drinking, and after about ten seconds she drew her lips away. They were red. "Now what?!" I yelped, "Is the poison out?"
"Yes. I took it into my body, and my vampiric cells neutralized it, but...now we have to do something. She needs blood. "How can I give it to her?" I asked immediately. "You cant. I have to. Its the gift of vampires...to make other vampires,"
"But I thought you couldn’t."
"I don’t know...I might be able to now, though. I can feel it...now that I’ve drained her blood, I’m more able to use vampiric powers," she said. Without hesitating, Christina reached for her left wrist, and slit it, making an even greater cut than Zoane had had. She pressed it to her cold lips, and whispered, "Drink,” a minute went by, then two minutes. Christina was looking weak...after five long, horrible minutes, Christina broke away from Zoane. "That’s all I can do...its up to her now," she said.
"What does that mean?" I inquired.
"Her body has to accept my blood. Her heart needs to start itself up again. Its a very complicated process,"
Suddenly, Zoane jerked. And again. I looked over to her. Her chest was moving up and down again. She was breathing. I let out a sigh of relief...she would make it. But...my mind leapt unbidden to the future. What would happen next? Where would we go? The obvious answer was to go and try to save Jessica...but that would involve taking on old Scrotch himself, because Jessica was a fallen angel; he would not let go of her so easily. We would have to prepare...find more forces, maybe. From what the treacherous Carthaney had told us, Fallen Angles were extremely rare; we were unlikely to find any alive at all. Damned souls would be no help...and the majority of daemons or devils would be a hindrance. So...I guess that meant that we were alone. Me, with my clipped wings, Zoane, whose fate was yet uncertain, and Christina, who would probably be the biggest help. The rain was stopping...it was time to move on. I gestured to Christina, who made a few passes with her hands, and the dome disappeared. We stood up, and I picked up Zoane. We started to walk...taking the first few steps through hell, in what direction or to what fate we did not know.

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