Undetermined to March 27, 2013
Smith and Hughes at the Supermarket
Sometimes Hughes had to wonder how he let Smith get him into these things.
He dove behind the check out desk just in time to avoid the knives that embedded themselves within the cash register. Several boxes of cereal joined them and a tomato plopped wetly onto the conveyor belt.
"This is amazing!" He heard Smith exclaim.
"Damn it, Smith! No it's not!"
He peered over the top of the cash register to see Smith surrounded by a circle of action figures, all pointing their tiny little plastic guns at him.
Honestly, Hughes thought. Of all the places to get haunted, why did it have to be a bloody supermarket?!
"Smith, move!" He yelled.
"But look at this!" Smith replied gleefully. "They're so cute!"
Hughes glared daggers at him. Quickly he vaulted over the cash register ad grabbed the other man, yanking him out of the circle just as bolts of ectoplasmic energy shot from the guns of the little action figures.
Not wanting to hang around, Hughes slung Smith over his shoulder and kept
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It was a lazy Sunday afternoon, somewhere in the middle of Autumn. The back side of the mansion was bathing in the red sunlight that was slowly disappearing, covered by the top of the large trees, not far away from the house. Asmodeus was lying down on his bed, trying to hide his eyes from the sun that was blinding him.
"The Hell.. If there was someone to pull those damn curtains for me.." He frowns as he slowly gets up, going to the windows to pull the curtains. He turns back around, scanning the room for a drink and notices the glass and whiskey bottle on the table, on the other side of the room. "Not going that far. Not today.." He mumbles while scratching his neck, heading back to his bed where he throws himself right in the middle with a hand under his head, looking up.
Not long after, three light knocks at the door disturb the silence of his room, a small voice asking if h
Pariah: From the Dark (Part 20)
Maggi could not pull free.
The demon took to the air and Maggi was dragged up with him. Tentacles latched onto his wrists and ankles and circled around his throat. The power he had absorbed was not enough to sufficiently fight back and he couldn’t get close enough to drain Pariah’s energy away as he had with the residents, sucking it straight from their mouths.
The ‘deadly kiss’, he had called it.
But he wasn’t joking now.
“Time to die, my friend”, the demon hissed.
He bared his teeth and flew at Maggi. Laurel turned away, unwilling to watch, but it did not go unnoticed that Marco was staring with utmost fascination.
Maggi made one quick attempt to turn back into shadow, but his new body refused to cooperate. He had given himself a corporeal form and could not return. And when the demon's teeth and claws dug into him he bled just like everyone else.
Pariah: From the Dark (Part 19)
To Maggi, his plan had been flawless.
He delighted in hearing Laurel’s screams, which were shortly joined by those of Marco who arrived just in time to see his brother slump to his knees as Maggi drained his power away.
Soon they would be dead and Maggi would be free to do as he pleased.
Or at least, that was what he’d thought.
But Maggi hadn’t considered the demon.
With Pariah down for the count there was nothing there to hold it back. So when Pariah’s eyes suddenly snapped open, glowing brighter than before with pupils narrowed to cat-like slits, Maggi was not prepared for it.
“Stupid, foolish man!” The demon sneered, revealing teeth as sharp as knives.
One hand came up and grabbed Maggi’s wrist. Pariah's body rose back up to its feet.
His laugh was deep and echoing, chilling those who heard it right down to the bone.
“You thought this was over?” He asked.
He ripped Maggi’s hand from his chest and effo
Pariah: From the Dark (Part 18)
“Oh Magnus, you are silly!”
Maggi, dangling upside down while the tentacle squeezed down on his ankle, grinned at Pariah and looked very amused.
“You do realize”, he said, “that once I’ve taken your power I will be strong enough to fix your pathetic mess of a life”.
His smile grew.
“I could bring her back, you know”.
Pariah’s eyes widened. The shock of Maggi’s words caused his grip to loosen and Maggi thudded rather unceremoniously to the floor. He stood up and brushed down his waistcoat, eyes shining brightly.
“That’s right”, he said. “I’ll be strong enough to make it happen”.
He stepped closer.
“I said I would come for you, Magnus. I never said I would kill you. All I need is your power and I can make all of this go away. Wouldn’t you like that?”
Laurel’s voice resounded across the entrance hall. Pariah turned and s
Pariah: From the Dark (Part 17)
Laurel could hear the fighting going on downstairs.
He swallowed heavily and glanced at the others.
James was still crying, refusing to leave Newton’s body. David continued to hold him and would not be moved.
Laurel took a step back.
Ran for the stairs.
Marco watched him go, his eyes narrowing. Then he followed after him.
David neither noticed nor cared.
Pariah: From the Dark (Part 16)
Magnus Pariah was a man who rarely displayed anger.
Depression? Sure. That came around all the time. Joy? Yes, that too. Mingling together with madness whenever he killed a guest. He was calm and collected and infuriatingly smug. But anger? Pure, unbridled rage? That was very, very rare.
But when the bastard before him dared to call himself Maggi, Pariah snapped.
That was his nickname. Given to him by his parents and then by Enya.
His and nobody else’s.
“I’ll kill you!” He roared.
Tentacles lashed out like whips, and when Maggi leapt nimbly out of the way they struck the floor so hard that they broke clean through the boards.
“Oho, I think I’ve struck a nerve~”
Pariah glared daggers at him and lashed out again, blood spraying across the hall as his rarely used wings suddenly burst from his back. It had been a while since they last came out and the pain was excruciating but Pariah ignored it, his mind consumed
Pariah: From the Dark (Part 15)
“I know you’re here! Stop hiding and show your face! NOW!”
Pariah’s eyes were blazing, tentacles writhing from his back. The entrance hall, he had decided, would be the stage for this confrontation.
“I won’t tell you again!”
For a moment silence was his only reply, then the shadows in the corner of the room began to move, gathering together and forming into a solid and vaguely humanoid shape that drifted towards him.
“So the demon finally comes out to play~” it said in a raspy, whispering voice.
“You killed three residents of my home”, said Pariah, his tone one of barely contained fury.
“Only because that child let me in”.
The shadows dispersed. Facing Pariah was a man the spitting image of himself, though his hair was jet black and his eyes shone with a vibrant yellow light. He wore a dark purple waistcoat over a maroon coloured shirt, black trousers and spats. Pariah’s own eyes widened.
Pariah: From the Dark (Part 14)
It started with a book.
James had a habit of stealing books from the library. He also delighted in stealing Emily’s diary and whenever he felt particularly daring he had even snuck into Pariah’s study and taken books from there. Pariah knew, of course. He wasn’t stupid. But James always returned the books after a while and he honestly hadn’t seen any harm in letting the child continue to have his fun.
Now he realised his error.
James had taken a book from the study. A book on dark and powerful magic.
Pariah hadn’t meant to leave it there, but that night he’d had another round with the hallucination in the mirror and he had left without thinking to take the book.
And James, awed by what he’d found, had recited a spell.
He hadn’t meant any harm. The last time he read from a spell book he’d accidentally turned Pariah into a toddler and he’d honestly expected nothing worse than that to happen.
But something dark ha