Horde of the Demon Priest (Demona Book 3) by Megan A. Hepler Page A
Authors: Megan A. Hepler
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rereleasing the demons into the town to possess more innocent. In order to destroy the demons, they must be exercised and banished.”
“So why not just injure them, not kill them?” Itzig asked.
Demona shrugged. “A bullet wound can slow down the host body, but for the living possessed, it will not stop them from using their demonic powers. As for the dead possessed, it might help in keeping them still long enough to perform an exorcism.” Demona sighed. “We have captured one of the possessed in order to try and figure out a way to put an end to their leader.”
“Come on, we’ll show you.” Felix beckoned for Itzig to follow. “According to one of our prophets an artifact that we found should help us destroy the demon priest, their leader.”
They made their way to the back of the church and down the metal staircase into the basement. Ezekiel and Molony were busy trying to find a way to operate the artifact, while Kerrick stood against the wall with his arms folded over his chest. He seemed interested in what the two light beings were doing, but kept his distance. He quietly observed the two older men and then those that had followed Felix and Demona toward the cell.
Kerrick had brought restraints for the possessed. The restraints reminded Demona of the strait-jackets that you often saw in movies, but instead of having his arms wrapped around his body, the possessed’s arms were stretched out towards the ground and connected to chains that were anchored to the concrete floor below. The possessed was able to walk around within the cell, and even lean against its bars. He was not, however, able to use his arms for the safety of anyone who might be in the cell with him. His mouth did pose a problem for anyone that came within biting distance.
It just so happened that Ezekiel was standing in the cell with the possessed when they arrived. The possessed struggled against the restraints with all of its physical strength. Ezekiel dodged the creature’s attempts to bite him as he wielded the artifact. Demona could tell that he was growing impatient with the situation.
It’s frustrating for all of us.
“Any progress?” Felix asked.
Molony scratched his head and brushed his fingers through his red hair. “Not so far.”
Itzig turned his head as a smell drifted in his direction. “This guy is decomposing.”
Demona raised an eyebrow. “So, now you believe us?”
“He definitely exhibits many of the symptoms that the CDC is associating with this epidemic,” Itzig said. He was disgusted by the situation, but determined to verify that the possessed was not an infected person. He pulled a pair of blue latex gloves from his pocket and slipped them on over his hands.
Ezekiel stood back and let Itzig step into the cell. Ezekiel cleared out to give Itzig more room to examine the possessed. He shone a light into its eyes and forced its mouth open difficultly, while making sure that his fingers were away from its teeth. Itzig felt for a pulse, first on the wrist and then the neck.
Itzig shook his head and stared in disbelief. “Well, no pulse. This man is definitely in advanced stages of decay. It’s kind of hard not to believe the demon thing, especially when a dead man is still up moving around. But are you sure they aren’t like zombies or something, instead of demons?”
“Well in some ways, they are sort of like zombies, but he is definitely possessed by a demon. By the way zombies are one of the few supernatural creatures that don’t actually exist,” Molony replied.
Itzig leaned in to get a better view of the possessed’s face and looked for any signs of a human personality. He looked into the man’s eyes to find them hollow. The possessed held a bleak, blank expression. Despite the lack of humanity within, the possessed was still able to control some of the bodily functions and motor skills. The demon flung itself forward, but the
“So why not just injure them, not kill them?” Itzig asked.
Demona shrugged. “A bullet wound can slow down the host body, but for the living possessed, it will not stop them from using their demonic powers. As for the dead possessed, it might help in keeping them still long enough to perform an exorcism.” Demona sighed. “We have captured one of the possessed in order to try and figure out a way to put an end to their leader.”
“Come on, we’ll show you.” Felix beckoned for Itzig to follow. “According to one of our prophets an artifact that we found should help us destroy the demon priest, their leader.”
They made their way to the back of the church and down the metal staircase into the basement. Ezekiel and Molony were busy trying to find a way to operate the artifact, while Kerrick stood against the wall with his arms folded over his chest. He seemed interested in what the two light beings were doing, but kept his distance. He quietly observed the two older men and then those that had followed Felix and Demona toward the cell.
Kerrick had brought restraints for the possessed. The restraints reminded Demona of the strait-jackets that you often saw in movies, but instead of having his arms wrapped around his body, the possessed’s arms were stretched out towards the ground and connected to chains that were anchored to the concrete floor below. The possessed was able to walk around within the cell, and even lean against its bars. He was not, however, able to use his arms for the safety of anyone who might be in the cell with him. His mouth did pose a problem for anyone that came within biting distance.
It just so happened that Ezekiel was standing in the cell with the possessed when they arrived. The possessed struggled against the restraints with all of its physical strength. Ezekiel dodged the creature’s attempts to bite him as he wielded the artifact. Demona could tell that he was growing impatient with the situation.
It’s frustrating for all of us.
“Any progress?” Felix asked.
Molony scratched his head and brushed his fingers through his red hair. “Not so far.”
Itzig turned his head as a smell drifted in his direction. “This guy is decomposing.”
Demona raised an eyebrow. “So, now you believe us?”
“He definitely exhibits many of the symptoms that the CDC is associating with this epidemic,” Itzig said. He was disgusted by the situation, but determined to verify that the possessed was not an infected person. He pulled a pair of blue latex gloves from his pocket and slipped them on over his hands.
Ezekiel stood back and let Itzig step into the cell. Ezekiel cleared out to give Itzig more room to examine the possessed. He shone a light into its eyes and forced its mouth open difficultly, while making sure that his fingers were away from its teeth. Itzig felt for a pulse, first on the wrist and then the neck.
Itzig shook his head and stared in disbelief. “Well, no pulse. This man is definitely in advanced stages of decay. It’s kind of hard not to believe the demon thing, especially when a dead man is still up moving around. But are you sure they aren’t like zombies or something, instead of demons?”
“Well in some ways, they are sort of like zombies, but he is definitely possessed by a demon. By the way zombies are one of the few supernatural creatures that don’t actually exist,” Molony replied.
Itzig leaned in to get a better view of the possessed’s face and looked for any signs of a human personality. He looked into the man’s eyes to find them hollow. The possessed held a bleak, blank expression. Despite the lack of humanity within, the possessed was still able to control some of the bodily functions and motor skills. The demon flung itself forward, but the
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