Time to Raise Hell

Emily looked up from the spell book at the sound of the familiar voice, a small smile on her lips as she ran a hand through her hair. Letting out a soft huff, she closed the book, “I mean… fine? It’s decent. We do have a crazy demon running around, but at least we’re alive.” She chuckled, shaking her head. 

Abaddon nodded, forcing Jock’s lips to curl up into half a smile. “Alive ‘n well,” she repeated, looking Emily over. “What’re you workin’ on, darlin’? Some sorta readin’?” Abaddon raised Jock’s eyebrows, feigning the interest she so clearly lacked. 

Jack glanced down at his leg. “It’s finally healed then?” He didn’t know much about Jock’s injury, but even he was skeptical that it would heal so quickly. Brushing the thought away, he tried to focus on the conversation. “I’ve been sent off to look for this gem or crystal or whatever. You seen it? This kind of stuff is right down your alley, isn’t it?”

Jack knew he needed to find the shard if he wanted to get rid of this demon. He’d only been away from the group for a few minutes when he heard a familiar voice. “Jock?” Half smirking, he turned toward the other guy. “Figured you’d be off buying more guns or something.” Though he felt like he needed to keep moving, stopping for a quick chat didn’t seem like such a big deal.

She sneered at his reply. Truly the man was a 5 year old in a 20-something-year old’s body, she thought to herself. This was Abaddon’s favorite part, seeing the fear in the man’s green eyes, hearing his final plea. “I love a little dare,” She drawled out. Suddenly, she felt the sting of the holy water on her skin and she growled, forcing herself out of her vessel in the form of a black cloud as it billowed and flowed through Jock’s mouth. She was angered now more than ever and now the entire school was sure to pay a very grave price. The future of magic and Walt Disney Prep Academy would die along with her new, temporary vessel named James Ryan.

Jock took a final breath, unable to say any more as the cloud hovered over him. He screamed out in pain as he felt himself falter away; it was like falling unconscious, not being able to do much else than to see what was happening in front of him. His body disconnected, his thoughts became feeble whispers in the back of whatever was left of his mind. He had failed everyone.

Abaddon straightened herself off the wall, cracking her neck with a dry chuckle. “It’s showtime, little ones.” With that, she wandered off into the Campus, licking her lips in anticipation for the slaughter.

His next smartass reply was cut short…and so was his air, Jock simply fixed his eyes on Abaddon, his nostrils flaring up. All he could muster was a throaty “Pfft.” He froze in place, but it wasn’t his fault…his eyes glinted with fearful realization of what was coming next. The pressure on his throat wavering ever so slightly, gave leeway for him to growl out. “DON’T YOU DARE.” James tried to keep his mouth closed, but he felt his jaw being torn open from the inside. He shook his head against the Demon’s hands, his own grasping the vail of Holy Water that was in his pocket. He finally tossed the contents in the air, aiming at Abaddon’s face. He knew he was grasping at straws, but everything was worth a shot.

Jock had sprinted towards his shotgun, barely getting a hold of it before feeling his back and skull crack against the nearest brick wall. He grunted out in pain, stopping his breath to regain some composure as the Demon approached him. Everything hurt, but his hatred was stronger. “You’re the one to talk. Queen bitch of Hell has nothing better to do than throw people around? Ever tried a frisbee? I bet you can shoot it out of your ass.” Jock spat at her, grinning through the pain her fingers were inflicting on his throat; still, his words were shaky under the pressure of her hand. “Nah, ev’ryone knows me. I just want you dead and gone.” He had slowly began to move his hand against the wall, closing in on his jean pocket, he had to be careful and calculate every single inch of his movements.

“Ooh, I’m so scared!” Abaddon giggled, waving her hands in the air to mock him. “We’ll see about that can’t wait to rip them all limb from–ahh!” She yelped, feeling the sting of the demon blade plunge into her. She stumbled for a moment until she felt the barrel jabbed at her temple. “No, please, wait, don’t!” She said sarcastically until the gun went off. Her head swayed over to the side until she grinned, her black eyes looking up at Jock. “That tickled…my turn!” She yelled as she held out her hand to blast the man away for her so she could stand up and gain her bearings again.

“You’ll be dead shortly, don’t you worry ‘bout that.” He spat out, reloading the gun. “They’d say I better kick your ass, n’ let ‘em in on the fun. I’ll make sure they all have a shot at you, bitch.” Jock lunged forward as he walked, taking out a blade out of his jacket, aiming a clean jab at her stomach. “QUIET.” He growled out, his gun now pressed against her temple. “Hope you can keep that fuckin’ attitude when I pull the trigger…you’re not gonna be laughin’ the way down to Hell after I’m done with you.” One again, his finger went off, shooting another round.

“Ooh, I’m so scared!” Abaddon giggled, waving her hands in the air to mock him. “We’ll see about that can’t wait to rip them all limb from--ahh!” She yelped, feeling the sting of the demon blade plunge into her. She stumbled for a moment until she felt the barrel jabbed at her temple. “No, please, wait, don’t!” She said sarcastically until the gun went off. Her head swayed over to the side until she grinned, her black eyes looking up at Jock. “That tickled...my turn!” She yelled as she held out her hand to blast the man away for her so she could stand up and gain her bearings again.

“She taught m-m-me a few things. But I-I don’t use them unless I… I absolutely h-h-have to,” Ava explained calmly. “Y-you weren’t?” she asked, making sure she heard correctly. “I d-don’t know. What do you want f-from me?”

“Unless you have to, hm,” Abaddon grinned a toothy smile as she nodded. “Of course I wasn’t, sweetheart. In fact, to show you that I won’t--” She trailed off and opened her palms. “No funny business. Just a little girl talk, I pinky swear.” 

Ava had found one of the sparkling shards a few hours before, but kept it tucked in her leather boot. The girl didn’t want to fight, though she kept her now clean pistol strapped to her side anyways. Upon hearing the demon clicking behind her, Ava placed a shaky hand over her gun. “My m-mom taught me th-that I’m strong enough to face a-a-anything that comes m-my way,” she spoke up, cursing her stutter for making her sound more scared that she actually was.

“Aww, how sweet!” Abaddon cooed, putting a hand over heart with a cute grin as she stared at the gun. “And brave too. I’m sure your mommy didn’t teach you how to harm people, did she? After all, I wasn’t even going to lift a finger off that pretty little head of yours. Can you believe that?” She chuckled. “Shocking, I know, but, I come in peace, for a limited time only, of course. So, Ava Tucker, what’s it going to be?” 

The shrill voice made the hairs on the back of his head stand, the last time he had heard it…it didn’t end quite well for him. At least now he was well aware of what lurked within the shadows. Jock scoffed, a bitter smirk on his face as he turned to face Abaddon, his shotgun already in place. “So are hunters.” With that, he pulled the trigger. He knew the bullet wouldn’t stop her, but it would hurt enough to stall her.

Abaddon was knocked back by the force of the bullet piercing her chest. She let out a hiss at the stinging. Pure silver, of course. She thought to herself. James Ryan was no fool after all and she found him rather amusing since the last time. “Ouch...” She pouted as she attempted to get her bearings. “James, I’m hurt. After all the fun we had last time, you’d do this to me? What would Catrina say? What would your brother say...” She then paused and smiled, blood oozing from her teeth due to the injury. “What would your pretty kids say about their daddy? Katherine and Ximena were such a treat to hang with by the way. Sorry about their arms, I played a little too rough.”

Genevieve froze before slowly turning around. She knew it was stupid of her to be out and about without a friend, but she was tired of doing nothing. She could practically feel a shard close by. It was hard to describe but it was the most magical thing she’s ever felt she thought. She didn’t come unprepared either; she had a squirt gun filled with holy water and a determined look on her face. But now she had to think fast because there was hell-in-the-flesh. “Oh? Have you seen any around? I just see a redhead with a desperate agenda.” She hugged her squirt gun close to her chest. “Don’t you have better things to do than mess with a human girl?”

“I smell the fear on you, human. It’s...mouthwatering, almost.” The demon cocked her head to the side, taking a good look at the girl. “I do. Way better things.” She smirked, waving her hand in the air, sending the water gun flying. “So...should I just wring your fragile little neck and go my merry way? Tsk. Shame.” Abaddon started to laugh, walking closer to the girl as she used her powers to lift Gen a few inches off the ground. “I came here in peace, willing to let you see another day. Reconsider your pesky attitude and I might make it quick...your death, I mean.”

She listened to her, her resolve finally crumbling as her mind raced with the thought. “You would do that just because I didn’t give you a shard?” She asked, her eyebrows furrowing as she held back any comment of her just simply being petty. She took a small step back as the flame grew larger, her eyes moving to it as she watched it flicker. “A-And so you decided this is how you get even? Wouldn’t it have been e-easier to just… Confront them?” She asked, her curiosity getting the best of her. She reached into her pocket and pulled out the shard, holding it tightly, “I-I give this to you, and still get  to go home?” 

“I would.” She stated, her face devoid of any expression. “I plan to get to that, eventually. They thought they could make a fool out of me...now, you can’t really blame me for having a desire to prove them wrong, can you?” Abaddon grinned, her eyes sparkling at the sight of the shard. “Oh, honey, I have a strict policy for when any of my underlings makes a promise. What kind of leader would I be if my word wasn’t my bond as well?” Her gazed glided from the shard over to Rena’s face, she extended her fire-free palm towards the girl. “Do we have a deal?”

All of sudden Moana wasn’t with Abaddon. No, she was back home, on Motunui. It was as beautiful as she remembered. The sand was sparkling, the flowers bright and stunning, and her people, her family….they were all there with smiles on their faces. She could see her mom and dad, reaching out to hug her and Moana wanted to reach out and hug them back so desperately. “You did it, Moana!” she could hear her mother say. “I did..?” she whispered, looking for signs that this was real, that it could be true. “Yes, my little minnow. You can come home now! We’ve been waiting for you…” And then she felt a hand on her shoulder; her gramma! Moana could hardly believe it; she was touching her, she was alive….no. That wasn’t right. She shook her head and before she knew it she was back at the school, Abaddon right in her face. “That….that could never happen…” Moana took another step back from the demon. “My gramma isn’t….S-Stop playing games with me! You are not getting this shard from me!”

Abaddon smirked, being able to manipulate the girl’s thoughts in such a way. She knew the girl in front of her was strong-willed, coming from a long way and willing to put up a fight. Perhaps, if she hadn’t looked down upon the human race so much, she’d train the girl to be a fierce warrior of hell, but alas. This only fueled her hatred for her more, especially when she snapped out of the vision. “It could if you weren’t so stubborn. Hand the shard over and you’ll go home. You’ll be happy and your grandmother will be alive and well!” She yelled with a twisted grin on her face before it turned into a snarl. She held out her hand causing a telekinetic force to attempt to pin Moana down. “I’ve tried to play nice with you, Moana. I really have, but you...are working my last nerve. So, final chance or you’ll be sent home in a casket.” 

The demon barked out a laugh as he figured it out. “Well of course! How else do you think he got all that power... It’s just a shame that the little one survived.” She growled, rubbing her chest, trying to soothe the pain of the burn. “Oh of course, the old woman didn’t die. Well, give it time.” Abaddon chuckledd, pushing him forcefully back as she stepped up against him again. “Not much longer boy.” She smirked. This one definitely would be fun to kill, he didn’t cry and scream like the others. “The shards are part of a crystal, the thing you need to get home. But you won’t be finishing it, you won’t win.” She grinned, throwing the shark to the side, where it clinked against the floor. A moment later, the demon threw a kick going straight towards his chest.