The cultitst crept in the bushes outside the house of the Elijah's. He was waiting for the parents to leave, so he once again looked at the dossier on the family:
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The Father, Dominic Elijah Age 32: Exorcist, Personal Knight of the Pope.
A.K.A Heaven's Version of Azrael. Currently on break, but break will end at 3:25 pm. Favored weapon: Sharpened, blessed, metal cross, also uses a shotgun. Very viligant, and suspiscious
Granted abnormal strength and speed by God.
Will leave and attend to a problem created by other members of the cult. Leaving the boy unguarded.
The Mother, Ruth Elijah age 30: Miracle worker, Faith Healer, A.K.A. The Sister Superior.
On leave for vacation from the Order of the White Rose. Favored weapon: None, uses prayers to summon angels to defend her. Slow to make enemies, but ruthless when they are made. Will leave when summoned at 3:40 by the Mother Superior to cure a spiritual plague sent by the Master.
Which will leave the boy further unguarded.
Granted ability to summon angels and an unnatural constitution by God.
The Son, Jareth Elijah. Age 7. No alternate names. He is the target, and is needed for the cermony to summon Asmodeous. He has manifested no powers or unnatural attributes. He is to be unharmed except for the initial knockout strike.
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The parents left on schedule, and they left a babysitter to take care of the boy. The cultist changed into a bussiness suit, and walked to the door.
The 16 year old girl answered the door "What do you want mister?" she asked.
"I would like to tell you about the Lord." he said. She opened the door a little more, "Are you a Jehovah's Witness or something?" He answered "No." Then with blinding speed, he drew a knife from his sleeve and slashed her throat. Blood fountained from it, drenching him and the inside of the door as he dragged her body inside. he locked her corpse in the closet and strode into the living room. The boy was playing videogames, and did not notice him until he was standing behind him. As thew child's head turned, the cultist struck him a blow that was just hard enough to knock him unconscious. He then walked to the closet and searched until he found a hockey bag, he then proceeded to stuff the boy into it. Hoisting the bag over his shoulder, he walked to his car and set the bag in the backseat. He then drove to the place where he would meet the Leader of the cult, and the ceremony would start.
The cultist arrived at the Wall-Mart, and carried the hockeybag in with him.
"Hello, I would like to return some.... faulty merchandise." He said to the return manager, and slipped him the appropriate sign, a star with a half-circle around it. The manager responded with another sign, two half-moons with a link at the top. (Basically the conversation went like this:)
I seek the Master.
He is where the two half-moons curve."On second thought, I think I'll keep this stuff." The cultist walked out of Wall-Mart, and got in his car.
Then he drove to McDonalds. He ordered a McChicken, and a gave the cashier the same sign. He was told to go to the abondoned Warehouse on 13th Street, on lane 66. He drove to the abadoned Lay-Z Boy warehouse, and met the Cult Leader. He was a tall man in long. flowing red robes.
"Do you have the pure sacrifice needed to summon the demon?" The Leader asked. He handed the bag to the Cult Leader and he opened it. "Marvelous. Now we shall begin with the ceremony. Take the boy to the third circle." The leader pointed to three separate circles each the center of a huge drawing. "The circles are paramount, for they are needed to contain the massive energies of a Demon Lord. The are compromised of a circle, a diagram, a trigram, a quadrogram, a hexagon, and a pentagon. Place the boy in one and we will get on with the ceremony.
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Asmodeous sat on his princely throne in Hell, his Bride-to-be, Megara (A fact kept secret from everyone except Asmodeous, even Megara) sat below him on a cushion, and served him some blood-wine when he wished. He had finally gotten his domain under control. And he was happy.
Then he felt it, the strange feeeling of being stretched and compressed at the same time, an irresistible Summoning. "NO!NO!NO!NOOOOOOOOOOO!" He screamed as his esscence, his being, was ripped from his realm in hell and hurled into the Realm of the mortals.
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"EGO voco thee Asmodeous. Sententia vadum pareo meus to order quod attero meus hostilis , EGO narro invocatio thrice , EGO Precor Dux of Septuaginta - duos Legio , EGO Precor Quartus Procer of Abyssus , EGO Precor Asmodeous! Appareo Appareo APPAREO!!"(I summon thee, Asmodeous. Thou shalt obey my commands and destroy my enemies, I speak the invocation thrice, I Invoke The Commander of the Seventy-two Legions, I Invoke The Fourth Prince of Hell, I Invoke Asmodeous! Manifest! Manifest! MANIFEST!!) The Cultist leader chanted the words of the incantation. The boy lay unconscious in the middle of the second circle.
There was a huge tearing in the air above the third circle, and a rip appeared, showing a world that was filled with flames and screaming souls. A shadow flowed from hole and formed itself into this into a cursing figure.
"What!?! What now?! You [censored]! I'll tear your heads off, I'll feast on your souls! I'll make flutes of your bone, and when I play them your souls will writhe in agony! I'll--" The circle in which he was flared in light and he screamed in agony. "Silence, devil. You obey me now," The Cult Leader gestured and the circle once again flared up. "You are in an intagible form now. The boy is a clean slate, possess him and become material."
Amodeous stopped screaming even though the circle was burning him, and chuckled. "Heheheheh, No." The Cult Leader suddenly lost alot of his confidence. He gestured and the circle went to full power. When the light cleared Asmodeous stood unharmed,"Thats it? Nothing else? Are you sure that you want to continue this?" The Cult Leader was becoming scared. "Obey me!! The Book said if I drew the circles and the proper runes, You would obey me!" Asmodeous chuckled and crossed out the circle holding him in with a foot. The continued to the next one, and the next. "I am a Demon Lord! There is no Binding Circle known that could bind one of Us for long." "NO! NO! NO! This shouldn't be happening!" The Cult Leader screamed, he ran out of his circle and grabbed the boy, who was awakening. He threw the boy at Asmodeous. "Possess him and obey me!" Asmodeous reached out and caught the boy. I'll just possess him and absorb his soul later, he thought. When he reached his arm into the boy's back to possess him, he realized he had made a terrible mistake. The boy's soul started
sucking him in. He had one last second for a cry of "OHH SHIIIIIIIIIT!" Before he was sucked into the boy's soul.
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Asmodeous came to consciousness in the bleak landscape that was the boy's mind. He looked around,
and there was the boy. The boy leapt upon him and started pounding him into the ground. The boy's soul understood what this was, he understood, that this was a battle for dominance, that what would happen here would determine whether he survived to live another day. The fight was on.
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Meanwhile in the material world, a great disturnance had happend. The cultist were horrified when Asmoseous was sucked into the boy, but the repercussions of the event shocked them more. A great shockwave had burst out suddenly, and the body rose, the feauture becoming more demonic. Then a loud crack sounded nad the wall behind them collapsed, a split second later, a giant cross had burst out of the chest of the backmost cultist, and they all looked back to see Jareth's dad walk from the hole. His mother followed close behind and gasped when she saw Jareth floating unsupported in the air. She immediately ran to him and began praying over him, his father clearing the way, and continuing to massacre the cultists, the sharpened metal cross he wielded ripping in and out of the cultists. The Cult Leader was the last to go down, the lengthy end of the cross sticking from his head.
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In the world of Jareth's soul, Asmodeous struggled, the boy had power near equal to his! The forms they had been using were just manifestations of their will, but still, there was something humiliating about trading punches equally with a seven-year old child. Asmodeous had nearly overwhelmed the boy on the first rush, but the boy had beat him back, and with the help of outside forces, was slowly beating Asmodeous back. Asmodeous began to give ground before the onslaught, and outside the body began to lose its demonic features.
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The boy's parents grabbed him and hauled him to their car. THye started to drive home, The father stood on top of the roof to watch for further attacks.The boy had convulsions as they drove him home, he was strapped to the backseat so as to not hurt himself. When they finally arrived home, they put out the call. Family members came from their homes, Dominic 'Patrick' Elijah, the Saint of Ireland came from Ireland, Claire Elijah, a cousin of Mother Teresa, came from England, and many others came, because that is what family was for the Elijahs, you protect your family, because you love them and they love you.
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Asmodeous and the boy collapsed, both tired to the bones of their souls, neither of them could move enough to deliver the finishing blow that would enable them to wrest control from the other. With a grudging and tired nod, they agreed to rest. They were in the middle of resting when a strange light popped into existence and began to increase its shine.
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"Oh, Lord, please help us, we unworthy people, we pray that you may in your mercy send down an Angel to assist us in this time of need." Jareth's
mother prayed, and the Lord answered. A great shining figure appeared in the room.
"I am Raphael, sent here to do God's work. Be not afraid." He dove downwards into the boy's body. a bright light exuded form the boy nad all demonic features dissapeared, an angelic smile appeared on his face, quite contrary to what was going on inside.
Rapahel wiped the metaphorical blood from his fist, and sat down hard. 9 year-old Jareth lay collapsed on the ground, and Asmodeous was barely standing. It had been quite a feat to take them both down, but it had been done. There was no denying that he would normally be no match for Asmodeous, but this boy had worn him down. It was a shame, but this sacrifice had to be given. This was a chance to turn the Eternal War in Heaven's favor, permanently. with much effort he took control of the body, and made some modifications. He idly batted Asmodeous away as he attacked.
Jareth's body changed. The features that were innocent and sweet, suddenly..... became less so. His face scrunched up and he screamed in pain as wings sprouted from his back. Huge, white, feathery, wings. They beat ferociously and he soared upwards, crashing through the roof, the cries of his parents and relatives following him, calling for him to return.
He ascended quickly, flying through the clouds, angling through the sky and passing through into the realm of Purgatory and flying toward Heaven.
Asmodeous attacked Rapahel again, and again, being thrown back each time, as Raphael gained more power from being closer to Heaven. "Why are you attacking so desperately?" Jareth asked Asmodeous. Asmodeous looked at him, and spat out "Because, boy, if I go before the Gates of Heaven, I will be destroyed, and since you are not pure, so will you. The Angel is willing to sacrifice you for the 'greater good'. I will not go down quietly." He leapt forward and was rebuffed. Jareth struggled to get up, and somehow found the strength within him to stand and grab Asmodeous arm and
pull at something within Asmodeous, and add it to the same something he felt within himself. Asmodeous had just enough time to tunrn around and scream in pain and horror as he saw, saw what was within the eyes of Jareth. Asmodeous's form shimmered and then merged with that of Jareth. A new being straightened to its new and larger height of 9 ft, and looked at Raphael with new eyes,
"You shalt not destroy Us, Raphael for We are not under your power and you shall become One with Us." The being stepped forward an casually stopped the fist that Raphael tried to hit him with, then grabbed him by the throat and lifted him struggling in the air. The being was cruel, having only the essence of the Demonic and and Humanity, with no outright Good to balance it. He broke through the barriers of Raphael's mind, and pulled his thoughts and memories out with the finesse of a butcher. Raphael went limp in his grip, his mind broken and shattered. The being
pulled on the essence of Raphael and Merged it with his own, just as Jareth had done with Asmodeous. And he changed once more, becoming something more than the sum of his parts, Human Angel, and Demon.
The being looked around and saw that he was in control. With a negligent flick of his mind he stopped the body from flying. He decided to finalize his mastery of the body before he finished the process of assimliation and made Asmodeous and Raphael an undistinguishable part of him. But something went wrong, when he expanded to fill the body, Asmodeous in his desperation, and Raphael, in his madness, broke free of him and rampaged theough his mind. He quickly subdued Raphael, but just before he trapped him in a cage of the mind, Asmodeous was able to seal away his memories of becoming this Being, and with that act, the Being ceased to be, and Jareth fell from the sky, floundering in the air, where, mere seconds before, the Being had gracefully flown on wings of black and white. From a crack in his cage, Asmodeous tried to take control of the body, and found that he could not do so without Jareth's permission or an underlying wish for it to happen. With Jareth screaming his consent, Asmodeous assumed his form, and was able to slow the descent, until they touched down in a strange city. Asmodeous was in control fro a long time, establishing a small foothold in Jareth's consciousness. Raphael, took no action, but simply was there, his mind shattered and rent. Silently, Raphael recuperated in a forgotten corner of the mind, unable to even speak until many years later. The Being that was Jareth's true form could not be reached, untill Jareth could one day remember what had happened to him, or he somehow came into a life-and-death situation, where his desire to live and the strength within him awoke once more.
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