Legion (An Apocalyptic Horror Novel) (Hell on Earth Book 2) (15 page)

“I forgive you. Any ideas on what to do now? I can hold these buggers in place for a few minutes, but I’m too weak to keep it up.”

Rick watched as the demons edged forwards. One of the primates began to hiss and spit. “How are you controlling them?”

“Because an Angel has dominion over Hell, but that only means so much on earth. They’ll resist me, eventually.”

Rick could see the truth of it. “We have to run.”

“Where?” asked Maddy. “They have the front door blocked.

“There’s a back door,” said Keith, shouting across the room. “Over here.”

Rick turned to see his brother standing beside a door. EMPLOYEES ONLY.

“Go,” said Daniel. “Get out of here!”

Sweep!

“He’s coming, isn’t he?” said Maddy. “I can hear him sweeping.”

Daniel looked at her. “He’s already here, luv. You just can’t see him yet.”

Rick grabbed Maddy and shoved her towards the back door. She resisted for a moment, but then got moving. Rick stayed where he was.

“Rick, what are you doing?” shouted Keith. Diane and Maddy had arrived by his side.

“I told you,” Rick shouted back. “I’m not leaving Daniel.”

“You’re a fool,” Daniel sweated as he continued to cast a spell over the enemy—a weakening spell, as the burnt men and their fellow monsters edged closer. “A damned fool.”

Keith shouted again. “Get away from there.”

“I’ll meet you down the road, Keith. Follow the road and you’ll come to a car dealership. I’ll meet you there.”

Keith wobbled on the spot, back and forth, towards the door, towards his brother. “Rick!”

“Just go! Get out of here.”

Maddy went to make a run back towards Rick, but Keith dragged her away. 

Then they were out the door, all three of them. Gone.

“What do we do?” Rick asked Daniel.

“Use what I gave you.”

Rick frowned. “What do you mean?”

“I mean the reason I’m so weak is that I transferred part of my essence into you when I brought you back. As long as you’re alive, I can do little. But if you help me.”

“Help you?”

One primate broke free of its thrall and leapt at Rick. Rick flinched and slashed with the knife Maddy had given him. The creature tumbled back, a thin line widening along its throat. Black blood sprayed out onto the floor.

The burnt men growled.

Sweep!

“Quickly,” said Daniel. “Concentrate and help me.”

“Concentrate on what?”

“On making this go away.”

Rick didn’t understand what Daniel was telling him to do, but he raised his hand and clenched his jaw with effort. He studied the demons in front of him, bore into them with his eyes. Imagined them being gone.

One of the creatures spoke. “You will rot where you stand. I will tear you limb from limb—”

Rick ground his teeth and squinted his eyes. 

His head throbbed.

“I will track down the remaining children of this earth and… and…” The demon’s words trailed off. Its lidless eyes flickered, went wide.

Its fire-ravaged body began to smoke.

Rick trembled. “W-what’s happening?”

“Just go with it,” said Daniel.

Like a Plasticine sculpture beside a fire, the burnt man drooped, flesh sagging from its cheeks and pools of blood forming beneath its feet. It struggled and vibrated, but could not move from where it stood.

Then the other demons began to sag too. They thrashed madly, but it was like they were glued to the floor—a floor that was unbearably hot. Rick knew that the heat was not coming from the floor though. It was coming from him and Daniel.

The first creature suddenly popped. The sagging flesh of its cheeks burst open—like two giant zits—and blood and pus spattered everywhere. Rick fought back his revulsion and continued to concentrate. One by one, the demons burst open, and within moments, only pools of viscous material remained where they had stood.

Rick gasped, his arm dropping as if the bones had been removed. His body cried out, aching all over, but Daniel caught him as he fell. “Such power isn’t meant for a man,” he said.

“I… What did I do?”

“You just purged your first demons. Well done. Now, let’s get out of here. The Caretaker wants you.”

Sweep. Sweep. Sweep.

Rick pushed himself up out of Daniel’s arms and turned towards the staff door at the back. He took his first step towards it when something yanked him backwards. 

He stared into the face of a monster. 

Yet, it was a monster without a face. Beneath a thatch of clumped grey hair was a smooth, fleshy oval. Somehow, it still managed to stare into Rick’s soul, and he felt himself tremble, not on the outside, but on the inside. Something sharp held a fierce grip on his soul and was pulling, tearing, yanking.

Rick tried to scream, but his lungs turned to cough syrup, and he gargled. Inside his aching skull he heard words.
Clean, clean, clean. You shall be clean.

“Let go of him. As a Lord of Hell I command you.”

Rick felt the grip on his soul loosen, but not completely. The abomination still had him. That empty, featureless face still looked down on him.

“I said let go!”

Rick felt himself being pulled savagely, but this time it was his body, not his mind. Daniel had him by the arm and was yanking him like a rag doll. They stumbled towards the back door.

The Caretaker produced a broom and swept up the messy puddles left by the demons. And he whistled.

Without a mouth, the abomination whistled.

It was a merry tune.

Daniel dragged Rick out the back door of the petrol station and into a small stockroom. The fire door at the back was hanging open, and they spilled through it into the awaiting night.

Daniel huffed and puffed, sweat pouring from his face. Despite being at death’s door only an hour ago, the Fallen Angel had once again been called upon to rescue Rick. How much longer could Daniel keep going?

“We need to find your brother.”

“D-down the road,” Rick muttered as he tried to move on his own steam. He took one step after the other, but each movement threatened to floor him. “H-he let me go, The Caretaker. You made him.”

“I did no such thing,” said Daniel wearily. “I surprised him, caught his interest, but he didn’t let you go. You’re a mouse, Rick. The Caretaker wants you, but first he wants to play. You have Angel blood inside of you, and he’s never cleansed an Angel before. He’ll be coming after you, Rick. No matter where we go.”

“Then what do we do?”

“For now, we find your brother.”

But when they made it to the car dealership, Keith was not there.

* * *

D
aniel helped ease
Rick onto the bonnet of an expensive saloon. The bodywork dented, but the time for worrying about property damage was over. Corpses lay everywhere—salesmen and customers alike. In the darkness, their silhouettes threatened to leap to life at any moment. It was only upon closer inspection that their caved in faces told the truth—that they were long dead.

Rick always thought dead bodies were supposed to reek enough to make a man gag, but so far his nose detected only a subtle meat smell—like old bacon.

“They didn’t wait for us,” Rick moaned. He could forgive his brother fleeing back at the petrol station, but to not even wait for him…

It didn’t feel right. Keith might have put his own safety first, but Maddy wouldn’t have. She’d been the first one of them to stand and fight back at the petrol station. In fact, she was the least afraid of them all. Rick supposed the death of her husband figured into that. Did she even care if she died? Maybe she did, and that was why she, Keith, and Diane had reached the car dealership and kept on running.

Rick was alone.

And the Caretaker was coming.

“What exactly happened back there?” Rick asked Daniel. “What did I do to those demons?”

“You expunged a demon back to hell. An exorcism of sorts, but as the demons were inhabiting their own bodies, their souls departed and left their bodies as empty vessels. They’ll be stuck in Hell now, part of the essence of the place, unless…”

“Unless what?”

“Unless they possess a human being.”

“I thought demons couldn’t do that because of the iron in our blood?”

“The iron in a human being’s blood only prevents a Heavenly creature from possessing a human. It was a way for God to ensure that Angels could never abuse his creation or escape to earth. The lowliest inhabitants of hell, however—the peasants if you will—they can inhabit a human being because they were once human themselves.”

“What are you saying? That if the demons on earth don’t kill us, the souls still trapped in Hell will possess us?”

Daniel shook his head. “No. Possessing a human isn’t easy. To reach out from Hell... Let’s just say, it’s not something you’re in danger of right now. We should try to find the others. They must be near. They left only ten minutes before we did.”

“Yeah, but they were running, and we were limping.”

Daniel pulled a face. “Good point. Maybe we can use one of these cars.”

“You saw the roads. We wouldn’t get past a block.”

“Can you walk?”

Rick pressed his fingers against himself, probing for injury. It was conclusive—everywhere hurt. But he could move.

“I can manage. How about you, Daniel? You don’t look good.”

As if embarrassed, Daniel stood straighter. “This body won’t last forever, not with the strain I keep putting it under. If I don’t rest up and heal soon I won’t be able to help you anymore.”

“You said I took part of your…
essence
. Is there any way I can give it back?”

“Yes.”

“How?”

“By dying.”

“Right, so let’s not go with Option A.”

Daniel smiled, the first time in a while. “You really think your brother would abandon you?”

Rick snorted. “Keith is one of the most selfish people I know, but I don’t think he would. He loves me, in his way.”

“Then what happened to him?”

“That’s the part that worries me. Maddy and Diane are with him.”

Daniel hobbled over to the lot’s office and peered inside. It was locked up tight, with only a single window cracked. “I suppose we pick a direction and hope for the best.”

Rick hated the uncertainty of it, but he lacked a better solution. They had left The Caretaker less than half a mile away, and he could be upon them again very soon.

You’re a mouse, Rick.

And the cat is coming.

Rick glanced at the road. It split off in two directions via a junction. The junction led to Crapstone, one of the first places to be hit by the demon invasion. The other route led towards the motorway. Their plan had been to head towards the motorway.

“We go this way.” Rick pointed. “Crapstone is dangerous, but this way leads to the motorway. Keith would have stuck to the plan.”

Daniel nodded. “Seems sensible to me. Let’s just hope your brother didn’t take to the fields.”

Rick looked on at the farmland bordering the rear of the car dealership and thought it was a distinct possibility. If Keith had escaped across the fields, the route Rick was about to take would carry him in the opposite direction. He might never see the others again.

“Here goes nothing.”

Rick and Daniel exited the car dealership and started down the road. With the lampposts dead, it was like walking through an abyss, the moon—a bare sliver—giving off little in the way of light.

“So, you really knew Lucifer?” Rick asked after five minutes or so.

Daniel glanced sideways and seemed uncomfortable. “Yes.”

“What is he like?”

“Arrogant. But fair. He believed God had no right to rule the lives of Angels—that such beings of great beauty and intelligence should be free. Many of us agreed with him, and Lucifer posited that if Angels contemplated revolting to gain their freedom, then they were entitled to it. A lowly creature does not care if it is free or not, only that it is fed, warm, and safe. A creature such as an Angel or man yearns to make its own decisions. Lucifer dreamt of a Heaven where Angels were free to fashion their own destinies. He was the first democrat, with God a Monarch needing to be unseated.”

“You believe that too, Daniel?”

He shrugged. “God is great, and his compassion endless, but he is also in a position of eternal dilemma. Every decision He makes helps some and hurts others. Whichever side is suffering most will inevitably blame him and desire freedom from His will. I believe God should bestow the same indifference upon Angels that he has done on mankind. For millennia, he has stood back and refused to interfere on earth, even while millions of you cry out for him. Yet, he keeps his angels on the tightest of leashes. It is something I do not understand, nor ever will.”

“So you would still join Lucifer if you ever had to do it over again?”

Daniel frowned. “And spend eternity in Hell? No thank you. Despite what I think, I now understand that God made me, and that gives him the right to do whatever he wishes. Since being cut off from Heaven, it’s made me realise how much I was a part of it, and it a part of me. I yearn to be back home, and despair that I never will be. Hell is a place of torment and pain, yet it is the lack of love that hurts most. The lack of a gentle touch or friendly word is enough to make a soul brittle, forever on the edge of shattering. It is a lonely place. You have no idea how lonely.”