A Night of Death-Defying (Part 1)

"DRIVE FASTER," I scream at Carmen, who has stolen Sloan's car. Twilight was fading fast and the Lycans would be running on the road at dark. We had a few more minutes to get a head start.

It wasn't exactly a week of fun.

The last 4 days were beyond horrific.

We were all sleep deprived and revved up on caffeine. No one scored a wink of rest.

Why?

Oh, the answer was not pleasant.

Our Lycans had lost interest in sex.

And –

"I NEED ONE MORE, I can't go on, please, please, Silvia, relax, one more, one more," Carmen has spotted a lit up Buckstar Coffee drive through and immediately slams on the breaks and swerves in. My face touches the window and the right side of wheels levitate off the ground for a second.

"Oh, god, we're all going to fucking die," I lower my head into my hands, trying not to scream. I could only die if my heart was ripped out, I did not want to experience that tonight!

Cleo sees the lights and screams and laughs in delight, "MORE COFFEEE!" when I look back, the three Luna witches all watch silently with black eyes.

They have a bag each full of demon bones, plucked from a graveyard of Angel Killers, with the large skulls in the boot with our hostage.

A heavy silence descends as we pull up to the box.

Carmen tattles off an order for six extremely strong coffees with tons of syrup and cream on top.

Wynter was already at destination zero. Our meeting point. She flew there to prepare everything.

Our demons had started to lose their fucking minds, much sooner than the blood moon. All the while, Lucifer was in hell gloating about it, watching us scramble to evade Onyx's pack, Sardonix's pack and the Sentinel Lycans. 19 Lycans, casually running around, not even catching us or binding us, just offering us gifts all the fucking time... of blood and guts... heads... organs... grotesque twisted mutilated people.

They had filled our hotel bathtubs with gutted corpses of rotting human souls. They filled our fridges. Our closets. Even on walks into the snow covered mountain, we saw corpses in the trees, while our Lycans walked around in daylight, snatching people and murdering.

They had a rule to keep this behaviour contained in Hell for the dead rot, but now they were going after the evil still walking.

Usually an Angel's job.

So yeah, not so bad, that it was just the worst of human scum getting hacked, murderers and child predators.

However.

Their tactics changed earlier today.

When we woke up to our first dead innocent.

At least, I believed it was a real innocent, even though the Luna Witches insisted it was a mannequin, dressed up to look real. I didn't get close enough to see it. The label on the female corpse? Prostitute.

We had never been accused of such a crime by our lovers but the meaning wasn't lost.

We were next.

To a certain extent we were immune to rotting, being the mates of these demons – and the holders of their hearts. What a great target for completely mad, rage filled manic Lycans off their heads in Satanic power.

Lucifer called it the first wave of ice for the winter.

We didn't have much time before we were dead.

We slowly roll forward, as the sky starts to turn black – with a tray of coffees being handed into us.

I pass them back to the Luna witches, Cleo, and I put mine in the cup holder.

"More for me then, bitch," Carmen gives me a side ways glance, "You look terribly awake and gorgeous considering none of us have slept. What's with that?"

"Drive," I whisper, "For the love of god, drive."

"I'm pretty sure I'm hallucinating spiders again," Gerry says, monotone, "I don't even care."

"I just want to die," Selene answers, just as monotone, "I don't even have enough energy to hate."

"Well, I miss Lycan dick," Juny whispers next.

Ah.

The real pain.

Four days.

No dick.

"Soon," I call back, "Soon."

"I am now driving to the Crypt," Carmen says, "Oh my god, look at the moon – it's so fucking beautiful."

We all look to the sky.

The red moon has a tiny slither of an eclipse beginning.

"Drive faster," I say again, "It's happening quicker. This wasn't meant to start for another couple of hours."

"Lucifer is really making this a challenge, huh," Selene sighs, "We should just surrender. I'm over it."

"I didn't want to do this yet," I speak out loud as I reach into my duffle bag.

I hadn't told them.

I take out the thorned crown in the silver metallic mould. I put it on my head. I roll down the window and I hold out my hand to the moon.

I hold the moon in my hand.

I think it again.

I hold the moon in my hand...

The slither of the eclipse... moves back off the red of the moon.

"Woah, how are you doing that," Cleo asks.

I hold it still. I feel a push back but I don't let him move me again.

"I'm a demi-god now, Cleo. When Lucifer works out what I'm doing, he'll come for me first," I say, "So. Carmen. Drive. Faster."

A silence washes over the car.

Aside from the kicking we hear from the boot.

Carmen put Sloan in there with the Lycan skull heads.

The hostage, just because Carmen said so, we didn't actually need a hostage.

Now, we just needed to outrun doom itself.

****

The whole Earth seems bathed in blood red light, as we park outside the Crypt in Quindell City. 11pm.

Carmen opens the boot and with her Buckstar improved strength, hauls Sloan out, bound in many chains she somehow fathomed from thin air.

She forces him to shuffle forward, while the Luna Witches bring their own bags of demon bones and Cleo holds a little love heart shaped locket holding an entire world of sweetness. She called it an empty Earth, abandoned by humans, left to be run by 'AI Eleyrion'. It was from the future, off a different time line and a different dimension.

The demon world was in her other hand.

Another locket with a cursed red ruby.

It was empty, and could hold the world Wynter was planning, while Cleo sealed the ruby into a looping silver pattern around the borders of the ruby, locking it into place, so it could spin around infinitely.

When we enter the Crypt, we see Wynter with the book I gave her, and her wand.

When the Luna witches kick the doors shut behind them, Wynter looks distraught.

We can hear screams of protest from the back rooms of the club, Wynter locked in all the clubgoers. A batch for the new Lycans to choose from later.

"I don't know if I can do this," Wynter tells us, looking pale and terrified. Probably for tricking and locking up all those underserving souls... however...

We don't really know why she's chickening out, until we all throw our stuff down onto the couches – and then turn to see one other soul in the Crypt, with Wynter, walking out of the kitchen.

Lucifer is here.

He stands with butchering knives in both hands.

"What are you doing here?" I call out, keeping my crown on top of my head.

"He's not talking," Wynter whispers, terrified, "He's just staring."

It's true.

Lucifer is just watching Wynter with an evil menacing look in his eye, tilting his head, his eyes scream no mercy. He doesn't blink.

Was he going to betray his greatest love? It was in his soul to stir such chaos. I wouldn't doubt it.

When I glance to Cleo, Selene, Juny and Gerry, they are just as scared of him.

Carmen... she is the only one... she smiles even though he doesn't look at her, his eyes are only for Wynter.

"No," I call out to Carmen, but she's already walking toward him.

I couldn't let her face the devil alone.

"Let's do our job," Carmen smiles at me.

She's actually insane.

But she's also not wrong.

We were meant to distract if anything like this happened.

It was just a problem that sex seemed to be the last lust on their minds.

I guess dick-deprived Carmen was taking it as a challenge.

"How can we service you, dearest devil," Carmen swoons, stopping right in front of him, blocking his view of a terrified Wynter.

Lucifer finally levels his eyes off at Carmen.

Then me.

He finally notices my crown.

"Yooou," Lucifer drawls with surprise, "It was you who delayed the eclipse?"

"Want to see what I can do with some pagan magic, Lucifer?" I try it – I have to intimidate.

Pull on it, NOW, strike him! Anubis speaks into my mind.

I'm on it, Anubis, I reply.

I feel the charge right up in the sky, gathering together, fast, I pull it down like a thread, right to where my eyes lay centre – to his chest.

I don't expect it to be sooo dramatic, but a window explodes high up near the rafters, lightning flies straight past my head, almost striking myself in the process – as it slams into Lucifer's torso.

He flies back as if in slow motion, as both blades in his hands, fly out in either direction from the force of the boom.

Carmen's hair stands on end, floating with the electrified air.

She had been starting to take her top off, but now she just holds it down, gaping at me.

"B-b-bitch, what," Carmen whispers.

Lucifer is smouldering in the cracked wall, knocked out cold, parts of his wings are on fire.

Wynter storms up to my back, whispering in my ear, "You're lucky you didn't kill him or I swear I would have..." she trails off, and I turn to see her blushing a bright red, "But... thank you... pretty sure he was going to eat me."

"You're welcome," I raise a brow, "Let's get started."

"Throw him out," she directs the others, "Out of this room. Don't let any Lycans in. We're going somewhere they don't want to be."

I turn to the doors, and I get a shock when I see the Crypt doors are already open with a barrage of sexy Lycans, who are all looking in, wolf head on top of wolf head as they all fight to see what the fuck I just did to Lucifer, their boss.

I see Onyx in the middle, his red eyes flicker to mine and I smile.

"Out, or you're next," I hold up a finger and wag it side to side.

Onyx touches my mind.

Hi bitch, I'm in control – you disabled his poison on us when you knocked him out. Hear me while you can. You have my permission. Although you soon won't. Hurry.

Onyx's pack of Lycans look to me, tongues out, slobbering, eyes excited.

I think they're proud of me.

I love you, I respond to him, hoping they all can hear.

Onyx catches my eye again and tilts his head, but doesn't respond.

Until he does.

Yeah, yeah, he growls, responding slightly.

I blush as Onyx lunges in to bypass the Luna Witches and Cleo.

He helps them out by hauling the archangel over his shoulder, and he stalks back out of the Crypt with Lucifer.

The doors shut after Sloan is kicked out of the club too. Carmen slaps him on the butt on the way out and we all turn to Wynter.

"Quick," we all say.

We might only have seconds before Lucifer wakes back up.

Wynter nods and flies around the room with her wand, trailing a sparkling pattern across all the corners, creating a border.

Selene empties the demon bones onto the floor. We had to put them all together.

Cleo gives me one pendant.

"You can be guardian of the Eleyrion world," she says, "Where the innocent will reside."

"You will protect the hell loop?" I ask.

She shakes her head, "No, this one goes to the Lunas to protect."

I nod, "...why me for Eleyrion?"

"Because you are the last gate keeper, the moon will tie our three worlds together, if the souls want to break out of the loop, into the back door into Earth, they'll have to fight off your power over the moon... impossible," Cleo says.

"Improbable," I remind her, "Nothing is impossible."

"True," Cleo shrugs, "Here we go..." she watches as Wynter locks in her spell.

She's taking us to her own creation.

She got here earlier to bind the whole building.

Now the Crypt is locked in at the centre.

At first we feel the change.

Crack. Cracks. Whining of metal frames.

The walls split and crumble... as we feel the floor rise, our stomachs drop.

The building is floating.

"What just happened?" I ask Wynter.

"...our curse just started, we are out of Earth, we are in a different kind of hell now, a safe one I created, a locked world, thanks to this," Wynter smirks, twirling around her wand, "It's time for phase 2, girls."

Phase 2. Yup. No big deal.

Summoning some new Lycans.

Or rather... old ones.

Angel Killers.