Chapter 1
My name is Aiden Carter, a 21-year-old virgin, and the lowest man in the social order. For the most part, my life has been pretty much uneventful. Just a regular guy, trying to get his accounting degree, so I can work on people's taxes. It's not a glamorous life, but it would be a safe and stable profession. After all, there are only two certainties in life; death, and taxes. So everyone needs a tax advisor. Until all that changed when I met her.
The bell rang, signaling the end of a class period, and the starting time for students to get to their next class. It was another boring day in my incredibly boring life at Morrison University, home of the fighting Lymers. A stupid mascot, but it didn't matter if your football team was undefeated in the school conference that year. I just made it out of advanced accounting; heading towards the library, hoping to get a jump start on next week's homework before the weekend started. Unfortunately, all my plans came to a stop when someone pushed me down to the floor.
"Watch where you're going, freak. You know the rules, make way for royalty." Brock shouted out in his Neanderthal-like voice. "Come on babe let's not bother with this lowly pest," he shouted, wrapping his arm around his girlfriend, the head cheerleader.
"Oh yes, babe. Let's get going before his stink washes all over me," Miley shouted out. Her snootiness was evident in the way she held herself. She was the classic head cheerleader. Big blonde hair, the immaculate way she dresses, perfectly applied make-up and thinks people would fall for her because she is beautiful. She was a beauty, I can't deny that. I could remember the few times I rubbed one out while thinking of her. But my fantasy entails me treating her like a two-dollar whore, which is not all that far-fetched if the rumors I heard about her are true. Apparently, before every game, she and a select group of cheerleaders would go into the boy's locker room and proceed to give them all a pre-game blowjob. After that, Molly and her select group of cheerleaders promised the team if they win, then they will get to have them all night long. It seemed like an outlandish plan, but it seemed to work since they've been undefeated for two years in a row. The promise of pussy can get a man to do impossible things.
As I got up after Brock and his horde left, someone stepped close to me.
"Jerks.... My God Max, are you ok," said the concerned voice of a friend.
"Ya El, I'm fine, only my ego has been bruised."
"Well I'm glad that is the only thing that was bruised," she said with a friendly smile.
Ella Summers, or El for short, was your typical girl next door, which was ironic since she was the girl next door. She moved in with her mother, after divorcing her dad. It was promoted after her mother got a call from the police that her husband was in jail for the possession of cocaine, and soliciting prostitutes. Apparently what El told me was that her father and several of his colleagues went out after work, after finishing a big deal on the trading floor. They partied, got drugs, hookers, and partied at one pricey hotel. Unfortunately, an elderly couple complained about the noise and called the hotel concierge, who later called the police. Of course, after bailing her husband out of jail, Blair, Elle's mother, filed for divorce and took nearly everything from him. Thanks to police evidence of his infidelity, it was a slam dunk, and they walked away with millions, plus alimony. They moved into town afterward, where they bought a house that was right next door. That was about the time of my freshman year in high school. We became good friends over the years; although sometimes I wished I took the plunge and asked her out.
While El was not America's next top model hot, she was cute. She had her natural curly brown hair which she got from her mother, lovely dimples, an athletic build since she ran cross country and a modest set of B cup tits. Although she has complained to me that she wished she had her moms' boobs who was sporting a rather impressive DD.
"So where are you heading? You're done with classes right?" she asked me as she helped me up.
"Ya. I was heading to the library to get a jumpstart on homework, but I think I'm going to head home."
"Really... If you wait, we can go back together. I only have one class left." she aid hoping for me to wait for her.
"No, I think I'll head home. Brock-cock had kinda ruined school for me this week." she snickered at that, as it was our nickname for the football captain who always bragged about the size of his cock. "I'll just cut through the forest. I'll be fine," I said as I packed up my stuff and headed for home.
"Ok. Movie night tonight," she shouted out.
"Well see. I have a lot of work to do." I responded not even bothering to look back at her.
In truth, I wanted to be with El, but I was still reeling from the humiliation of Brock and his lackeys calling me a freak. A nickname I picked up my first year here in college. It was initiation week where new and old students came together and partied. It was the last night of the initiation week and it ended with a big lawn party bash. Loud music, chicken in booze, and people pairing off to hook up in the forest. I was having a good time with me and my friends, but what I didn't know was that someone spiked the punch bowl with viagra. It would be fine if I was wearing jeans, but it was cold so I wore some sweatpants instead. Then just like that, I was walking around with a really stiff boner for the whole student body to see. I was called perv, pervert, weirdo, but the one that seemed to stick the most was Freak. The freak kid who seems to not keep it in his pants. Ever since then my high college reputation was pretty much tanked. All the friends that I went to school with, distance themselves; afraid to be caught up in the Freak campaign. The only one who seemed to stick around was El. For the last four years I spent hiding out in the corner trying my best to not be noticed, and it seemed to work. People had been not calling me Freak, but hearing Brock calling me that, just brought it all back.
Stuck wallowing in my own head, I hadn't realized that I was deep into the forest, that was until I heard a scream in the distance. I stopped in my tracks wondering as if it was just the wind. The forest by the university had its host of rumors and lore. Some say that it was haunted, others say they saw strange sightings, some say that people disappeared, but all of that could be accounted for by drunk people, accidents, and just plain bad luck. I never paid too much mind to those rumors, that was until I heard a scream in the distance.
"HELP!" a loud shrieking voice called off at a distance. Confirming that it was not the wind.
"Oh shit," then on instinct, I started to run towards the person in distress. Call it hero complex, or just plain stupidity, but I was running towards the danger. By the time I rounded a rather large tree trunk I saw two figures. One was a small woman who wore a shirt and jeans that might be a size too small for her, plus it also looked like she had large black smudges across her body. As for the other figure, he was tall, lanky, with whispering balding white hair. Then I looked lower and I saw that he had a sword in his hand.
"STOP!" I yelled as I kept running towards them.
The lanky man then raised the sword in the air and yelled. "DIE SPAWN OF SATAN!!!"
He was about to take her head off, but he never got a chance to finish his swing. I rushed headfirst and tackled the guy to the ground. I didn't know why I did what I did, but something in me lurched into action. Something that refused to see some slay an innocent woman.
"Who the fuck are you, one of her enthralled!?" he yelled at me after gaining his balance. But he sounded like a complete nutcase to me.
"What the fuck are you talking about. I'm just...," but I never got a chance to finish my sentence as a whooshing sound came out of nowhere, followed by sharp pain and a large-sounding splat. I looked down and all I saw was a bloody stump where my arm used to be. It was laying on the ground twitching. I was about to scream to high heaven but a boot landed on my gut, sending me flying against the nearest tree trunk. Stunned and completely out of breath, a bloody blade was now near inches from my face. I followed the blade to the owner, and through a hazy state, I saw that he was wearing the robes of a priest.
"It's too late to save your soul. This foul beast has already tainted you. The only mercy I can now give you is to purge you from this mortal plane. Pray to God that he would grant you sanctuary." He spouted nonsense. Then he began to mutter under his breath, a prayer for the newly departed
Shocked, stunned, bewildered, and about a hundred different things were running through my mind as the priest began to raise his sword over his head. Ready to strike me down, for some unknown reason to me. Then just before he could deliver the final blow, a long black whip came by and struck at the priest's arm. That stopped him from taking his swing at me and also caused him to drop the sword as blood started to seep from his forearm. He cursed as he tried to stem the blood flow, but then someone came by and attacked the deranged priest. The woman who was down on the floor came up fighting; saving me while fending off the man. But what I saw shocked me even further. Wings, black glossy leathery wings were protruding from her back. In my near death, due to blood loss, I just assumed that my hypoxic brain was thinking up weird things as it tried to process what was happening right in front of me.
The two struggled to gain the upper hand. She was fighting back, but he was slowly gaining ground. Finally in a fit of desperation the priest reached down and pulled out a shiny dagger from his thigh holster. The woman howled as he sliced through her forearm. She fell to the ground grasping her hand as what appeared to be black vapor escaped her wound. He now stood looming over her, his eyes full of murderous intent.
"You filthy hellspawn. It's finally time to banish you; you unholy abomination. With the dagger of Raphael, I hereby smite thee by the grace of our Lord almighty." he proclaimed as he brought the dagger over his head.
