***Prologue ***
Weeks had passed since the death of Samantha and Dominic. Damian and Amanda had parted from Tabitha and her father for their safety, as they did to Jade; who carries Damian's unborn child in her womb. Since arriving in the Asthanthian the two have been hunting down Lilith, along the way they made a living by solving other paranormal cases, such as releasing a vengeful sprit of a murdered prostitute from a well renown theatre; Rosy was the name of the prostitute, Damian often remembers her as a soul he had saved; too late, but saved nonetheless.
Damian nodded off to sleep as Amanda drove the newly cleaned car through the dusty desolate road near the Asthanthian sands, the cool night air coated the outside of the vehicle in a lonely chill. Amanda looked out at the window and saw the moon was almost full. She reminisced about the time when everyone would be there to fight the demons, when it was not only her and Damian but also Jade, Dominic, Tabitha, the professor and Samantha, but now there were only two.
"Oh my love, I am bound to an ever vicious cycle. New friendships flourish and stand tall high above the stars but only wither and die, with me still alive but half dead. Yet I still dream of your lips on mine, when go to sleep for the last time, we will meet once more." Amanda spoke to herself; thinking of Mike. When Damian would turn away or fall asleep then Amanda's true self would take hold; a heart broken woman whose time was ever fleeting.
Damian's breathing changed; he drifted further into his sleep. In his dream, the mystery figure that had been giving him advice and hints throughout his journey, was sitting in at the table in an old styled house and on the other side of the table, was Damian. In seemed like a party atmosphere, with people in vintage fashion running around and laughing, talking and drinking, though Damian could hear them, a part of him blocked it out so he could only hear the mysterious man's voice. "You're wondering why I bought you here" The man spoke, he sips his drink and grinned; waiting for a response.
"Why did you?"
"Well this is your next step to defeating Lilith... Oh yes and by the way, fantastic work at that haunted steel mill, it really was... I must congratulate you on that... I really must."
"Thank you." Damian began to lose his patience, and the man saw that... he love that.
"Well here is a lesson for you. When a building or land is subject to a horrific tragedy, it cuts deep into its soul and if allowed to fester, demons and darker forces make their nest there." The man finished his drink and tossed it behind him; standing up he knocked over a candle. The flames consumed the table first and then spread throughout the room. Sudden darkness replaced the fire, and Damian stood in the charred ruins of the once happy home. The man casually lay on the sofa; eating an apple. "Go on then, my hell prince. Sort it out." Damian turned around to be greeted by lifeless sprits of the victims, their eyes sent a sharp chill through him but he had spent enough time in the life to know that a dark joke could regain his composure. He looked at the wife.
"Loving the dress by the way, it makes you look hot."
***The Hell prince: Part I***
Damian & Amanda (I)
Damian stood out of the car as did Amanda. The morning light glistened on the melted snow that had retreated to the corners of houses or where the sun would not reach it. Amanda yawned as she knocked on the door and turned to Damian. "Family haunted by spirits of another family who died in a fire." He told her; grinning.
"How did you?"
"I read it on my phone."
"Your generation and you technology." Amanda smirked back.
The doors open and allowed a sea of warm air wash over their faces, a woman in about her forties opened up and stared viscously at the pair. Her eyes were sagged and dyed golden hair was showing signs of darkening to black. "Yes?" She said without a hint of emotion.
"Hello Mrs Roberts, My name is Amanda and this is Damian, we are here about your ghost problems." Damian looked at Amanda and forced a smile, her blunt introduction did not please him, nor did it please the woman.
"Are you fucking kidding me? I told the stupid bitch not to report and now look what happened!" Mrs Roberts' mood switched entirely to rage. "Fuck off, the pair of you and tell troll friends not fucking bother with my shitty family!" The door slammed in their faces, Amanda wrote their phone number on a piece of paper and slipped it through the letter box.
"Really? A ghost problem?" Damian raised his brow at Amanda; she shrugged.
Mrs Roberts (I)
She nervously paced around in her bedroom, talking to her husband on her mobile phone. "... and I told them to fuck off"
"What did they look like?"
"The guy was tall, muscular with a light stubble and chiselled jaw"
"Sounds like your bedroom fantasy."
Mrs Roberts giggle and twirled her hair which leads to a lock falling out. "Shut up. And the bitch was short with blond hair and slim athletic figure." She paused. "Now it's starting to sound like your fantasy."
"I bet she has a great ass, but not as great as yours." Roberts continued to giggle at her husband's jokes. Her slight laughter was diminished when something caught her eyes, a line of black appeared and disappeared before her eyes. "I have to go."
"Okay sweetheart, I'm almost home."
Mrs Roberts lay down the phone and approached where she saw the line. Her face creased with anger. "I'm not afraid of you." Her tough act soon fell apart when she was pulled and dragged to her bed. Her morning gown was lifted by an unseen force, and her legs violently spread. "Oh please, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." Her hands were pinned down and she would only move her upper body; not that it was any use. Baring her teeth and hyperventilating, she felt the icy cold grip alternate its position on her body. She screamed as the invisible assailant's cock travelled into her vagina and spread her walls wide. The thrusting increased in intensity and aggression, her body was now at the mercy of an unknown foe. "Oh please stop, my husband will hurt you." She begged, but it was no good; she was already marked for this. Her pussy felt as if it was sheltering a block of ice that did not warm up to her body temperature; but instead sending sharper chills into her body. The demonic creature ripped open her morning gown and wrap it's hands around her body, below her breast; holding her like a piece of meat. She did not see the hands but he felt it and saw the bruises left behind. The hands were now on her breasts; playing with them. Mrs Roberts heard her husband's car; the sound of its engine turning on was a saving grace for her. "Help me! Michael, Help!" She screamed in the hopes that he would hear and rush in to save the day. The sex began to feel more painful as her body was thrusted in harder was sorter pumps. After a sharp sensation, Michael burst through the bedroom door.
"Jane!" He came in just in time to see his wife, returned to her normal position; the ordeal was over... for now. Jane Roberts crawled on the floor; her body was aching and covered in bruises, as her husband went to help her, she looked up.
"There's a number we need to call."
Damian & Amanda (II)
The door opened and Jane let in Damian and Amanda, looking around the house, they sensed an age old wound.
"Lovely house you have here." Amanda smiled.
"Thank you." Jane seemed more welcoming than before. Her hair and face was more dishevelled than before but she wore a new morning robe. "This is my husband Michael." Damian and Amanda shook hands with the five foot eleven man, he was well built but seemed tired and stress out.
"It's Nice to meet you."
"You too."
Everyone sat down on the sofa, except for Damian. He took in a deep breath and closed his eyes. The events of the past flooded him, and he felt the heat on his skin, lastly he saw a blacken face; a demonic one.
"So tell us about what happened." Amanda leaned in. The couple were now distracted from ogling Damian' strange behaviour.
"Well it started when Michael and I move in here with our kids. First it started out as small things, like missing items and laughter in the middle of the night."
