Additional Chapter
If your ebook of Zombies Unleashed (The Vampire from Hell Part 6) ends with CHAPTER 14 - BE GONE (RAYEA), you’ll want to read the additional Final chapter I wrote after the Pre-Order Release due date of 12.26.14. Chapter 15 has been added to an updated version of the ebook. Contact Amazon to download the new version.
CHAPTER 15 - THE ZOMBIE CURE (SATAN)
“Both of your daughters are quite fetching,” Asmodeus said to me as we stood across the street, observing Rayea, Stephanie, and the misfits, J and Blick walk into the Neiman Marcus department store on Stockton Street. Asmodeus demon’s face was hidden behind shadows of the buildings. His cowboy hat sat low on his forehead as he wore his western wear. His breath smelled foul with decay and garlic. Flashing a yellowed grin, I saw only his demon teeth for a few seconds.
“Who is who?” he asked, raising his gnarled fingers. “I recognize the Wolf God. He goes by Blick now, yes? But the other man? Who is he?”
“The men are not my concern. You can kill them. I want my daughters. That’s all,” I barked. Quickly I regretted my comment and clamped my mouth shut. A long eyetooth, a former demon fang, accidentally pierced my human tongue. As my eyes watered, I turned away from the department store and faced the traffic as it whizzed down the steep hill. Having lost all my powers, I was now at the mercy of these twits, the so-called princes of Hell. Calling them into this family situation was a mistake. I knew that, but I had no other options. Glancing up the hill as I stood like any other human on the streets of San Francisco, I saw the others demons mingled through the crowd. Santero, Abaddon, Mammon, and Belphegor. Noticing how out of place they looked dressed in their long faded black trench coats, black jeans, clunky black boots, and faded cowboy hats, I decided then and there I’d re-evaluate my wardrobe if I ever got my powers again. For now, I had to ignore my common appearance. I put my sunshades on and folded my arms over my chest, waiting quietly on the remaining princes of Hell to join us.
Santero slithered up beside me first. “Cast out, are we? No powers anymore, have we? A groveling human now, are we?” His high-shrilled laughter made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up as the others chimed in, their gloating reminded me of the screams of a pack of hyenas before going in for the kill.
I saw Asmodeus raise his hand.
The demons obeyed and shut up. They all knew who their leader was. Asmodeus was older than I was. Long ago, he had been my mentor. Originally, he had been a king of demons during the Talmudic years, before the birth of man and before my fall from grace. When I descended and needed advice and guidance, he immediately welcomed me into the fold. As that changed, we grew distance. When I challenged him and secured a place for myself in Hell, our friendship ended. I moved on. He did not. I knew he had been waiting a long time for this opportunity. He'd never let me forget it.
While Asmodeus was a deadly soul searcher like the others, he rarely used his powers. Instead, he enjoyed his preferred skill: lust and twisting people’s sexual desires. Our agreement? Win either of my daughters’ trust and pollute their dreams into bloodlust nightmares, so I’d have a chance to reclaim them, hopefully both of them.
As Santero and the others crossed the street to surround the department store, Asmodeus took me by the elbow. “This shouldn’t take long. We have the final payment to discuss, yes?”
I motioned to a coffee shop that I used to sell my wine too. “I need some refreshment,” I said to him. Ignoring his sinister nod, I led him into the shop.
Rayea’s bottled cure for my zombie rage wine had driven me out of business. I ordered two glasses of the Rayea’s Remedy wine, not commenting to Asmodeus what he was about to partake in. It had been hailed as the cure for anything and everything: cancer, AIDS, depression, anger, rage, the common cold. Drinking the wine laced with her blood was like drinking from the fountain of youth or the ever-loving Holy Grail.
I decided to not dwell on it, and again, move on.
If my daughter’s blood could take away my demonic powers with a few glasses, I knew it would do the same for my friend here. Glancing at my human reflection in the store window, I raised my glass. “To your heath,” I said to Asmodeus. “May we be happy and prosper.”
CHAPTER 15 - THE ZOMBIE CURE (SATAN)
“Both of your daughters are quite fetching,” Asmodeus said to me as we stood across the street, observing Rayea, Stephanie, and the misfits, J and Blick walk into the Neiman Marcus department store on Stockton Street. Asmodeus demon’s face was hidden behind shadows of the buildings. His cowboy hat sat low on his forehead as he wore his western wear. His breath smelled foul with decay and garlic. Flashing a yellowed grin, I saw only his demon teeth for a few seconds.
“Who is who?” he asked, raising his gnarled fingers. “I recognize the Wolf God. He goes by Blick now, yes? But the other man? Who is he?”
“The men are not my concern. You can kill them. I want my daughters. That’s all,” I barked. Quickly I regretted my comment and clamped my mouth shut. A long eyetooth, a former demon fang, accidentally pierced my human tongue. As my eyes watered, I turned away from the department store and faced the traffic as it whizzed down the steep hill. Having lost all my powers, I was now at the mercy of these twits, the so-called princes of Hell. Calling them into this family situation was a mistake. I knew that, but I had no other options. Glancing up the hill as I stood like any other human on the streets of San Francisco, I saw the others demons mingled through the crowd. Santero, Abaddon, Mammon, and Belphegor. Noticing how out of place they looked dressed in their long faded black trench coats, black jeans, clunky black boots, and faded cowboy hats, I decided then and there I’d re-evaluate my wardrobe if I ever got my powers again. For now, I had to ignore my common appearance. I put my sunshades on and folded my arms over my chest, waiting quietly on the remaining princes of Hell to join us.
Santero slithered up beside me first. “Cast out, are we? No powers anymore, have we? A groveling human now, are we?” His high-shrilled laughter made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up as the others chimed in, their gloating reminded me of the screams of a pack of hyenas before going in for the kill.
I saw Asmodeus raise his hand.
The demons obeyed and shut up. They all knew who their leader was. Asmodeus was older than I was. Long ago, he had been my mentor. Originally, he had been a king of demons during the Talmudic years, before the birth of man and before my fall from grace. When I descended and needed advice and guidance, he immediately welcomed me into the fold. As that changed, we grew distance. When I challenged him and secured a place for myself in Hell, our friendship ended. I moved on. He did not. I knew he had been waiting a long time for this opportunity. He'd never let me forget it.
While Asmodeus was a deadly soul searcher like the others, he rarely used his powers. Instead, he enjoyed his preferred skill: lust and twisting people’s sexual desires. Our agreement? Win either of my daughters’ trust and pollute their dreams into bloodlust nightmares, so I’d have a chance to reclaim them, hopefully both of them.
As Santero and the others crossed the street to surround the department store, Asmodeus took me by the elbow. “This shouldn’t take long. We have the final payment to discuss, yes?”
I motioned to a coffee shop that I used to sell my wine too. “I need some refreshment,” I said to him. Ignoring his sinister nod, I led him into the shop.
Rayea’s bottled cure for my zombie rage wine had driven me out of business. I ordered two glasses of the Rayea’s Remedy wine, not commenting to Asmodeus what he was about to partake in. It had been hailed as the cure for anything and everything: cancer, AIDS, depression, anger, rage, the common cold. Drinking the wine laced with her blood was like drinking from the fountain of youth or the ever-loving Holy Grail.
I decided to not dwell on it, and again, move on.
If my daughter’s blood could take away my demonic powers with a few glasses, I knew it would do the same for my friend here. Glancing at my human reflection in the store window, I raised my glass. “To your heath,” I said to Asmodeus. “May we be happy and prosper.”