WARNING: R Rated (Graphic Language)
James Castleton
The Dark Side
Prologue
Rivers of blood. Rivers of blood. He stared, almost ready to vomit,
at the Rivers of blood. His nostrils were overwhelmed by the vilest
stench of the blood, filled with rotting flesh. His fathers head
floated past, eyeballs missing, yet his dad still managed a =91Hello
Son=92. Then came his mother =96 or what was left of her =96 part of her
head clinging to a rotting corpse. Finally, his new bride. Beth.
She had a dagger protruding from her eye and as she floated past she
cried =91Why John, Why?=92
And then he woke from the dream.
Main Story
On the 21st of July, 1994, John Graham Stoke was not well. He was on
the verge of bankruptcy, trying to keep that fact from his new wife
Beth and telling his beloved all was well in his business affairs.
Apart from that he had a splitting headache, left over from his bad
dream the night before, one he had been valiantly trying to put out of
his memories all day long. And the cat had **** on his best ****rt,
the one he had put aside for his dinner engagement. The day, really,
had not been going so well.
The dreams had been quite bad of late. For several weeks now nothing
but nightmares had filled his head. As if the gods had decided, in a
spirit of vengeance, that young John Stoke needed a good haunting and
had assigned their various demonic forces. He jokingly thought this,
though, as he had no strong belief in the supernatural.
He looked at his ****rt, standing in his bathroom of 7 Vesper street,
somewhere in east London. Perhaps the crap would wash off. But,
taking a sniff, it seemed quite ingrained, so he would have to wash it
in the machine again. Beth would be home in about 2 hours so he
probably had enough time. Walking to the laundry he thought on the
recent decision of his former business partner, Geoff Allott, to split
in their accounting business. Geoff had taken most of their
customers, but thankfully paid off his share of the loan for the
office =96 he=92d had savings, apparently. This had left John in an
awkward position. He=92d had to let go of Marjorie, their receptionist,
as with the small number of customers he had he just couldn=92t afford
it. And now the bank was sending him nasty letters about late
payments for the mortgage on the office.
He would probably have to sell the office, in the end. He had faced
that reality. A degree of the loan had been paid off, and he would
have some spending money with which to rent somewhere. In all
honesty, though, he felt the best decision was to come clean with Beth
and just run the business from home. He was sure she would
understand. After all =96 what were wives for if they could not stand
by their man.
Just then a knock on the front door interrupted his laundry duties.
He left the ****rt and went to see who was inquiring. He opened the
door to see a van pull off from the streets. A red van, with a
blurred license plate. Nobody else seemed to be around. He was about
to go back inside when he heard some crying. Looking to his feet he
noticed what they go on about in those Hollywood movies =96 a casket
with a baby inside.
=91Bloody hell. Now who has done that then?=92 He walked down the path
to the front gate and looked up and down the street, but to no avail.
Eventually, reaching the conclusion that the occupants of the van must
have left the child, he picked up the casket and took it inside.
Later on, when Beth got home, he was satisfied that the child would be
now looked after. He had called the local community child welfare
centre and they had said to look after the child until the morning, at
which point they would send someone around to collect it. These
things were not that uncommon, apparently =96 leaving children on
doorsteps. Still happened from time to time, so they claimed.
He had been ready for anything from Beth, except the last yet perhaps
most obvious of motherly instincts. She had looked at the child, made
the inquiry and he had shared what he new. And then she had started
feeding it, changed its nappy, and was holding it and patting its back
all evening.
In the morning she had decided. If they could not find the parents
she wanted to adopt. The parents had left the child on their
doorsteps so it was, perhaps, fates way of telling them that the child
belonged with them.
In the end, John didn=92t really object. He was not greatly fussed
about children one way or another, but did realize his new bride
desired them. Perhaps this little bundle from heaven would begin the
family she desired. Another mouth to feed, he thought to himself
sarcastically, though.
* * * * *
=93JACK! Turn down the bloody stereo.=92 Beth screamed out to young
Jack, her adopted child of 15 years =96 her one and only child as she
herself could not have children =96 to turn down the music which was
blaring from his room. It sounded like Iron Maiden, typical for young
Jack.
In his room, Jack and his new friend Roger were in the process of
their first summoning. The pentagram had been drawn on the carpet,
with black candles placed at each corner. Jack had next to him a copy
of the =91Pseuepigrapha=92 =96 ancient Jewish writings from biblical
times.
=91Now, the head of the fallen angels is Azazel. He rules over Semyaza,
Urakiba and Kokabiel and the rest of the fallen ones. I think Azazel
is some sort of servant of Satan.=92 Roger was fascinated at Jack=92s
knowledge of the dark lords.
=91We=92ll probably need these,=92 said Jack, producing five small steel
crosses, placing one cross next to each candle.
=91They should keep Azazel within the Pentegram. They will prevent him
from escaping and harming us.=92
=91Right,=92 said Roger. =91So how do we summon him?=92
Jack got to his feet and closed the window and curtains, placing a fix
blanket over the curtains so no light could get in. One by one he lit
the candles and then turned the bedroom light off.
=91Here goes,=92 said Jack.
Jack and Roger sat opposite each other, facing the pentagram, and Jack
spoke.
=91Lord=92s of evil. Lord=92s of fouls. Fallen angel of darkness we
summo=
n
you. Azazel, fallen angel of hell, we summon you.=92 He left off
speaking.
They were quiet for a few moments, with nothing apparently happening,
when a wind, seeming to come from the centre of the Pentegram, started
blowing through the room. After a moment it subsided, and an
appearance of smoke hovered above the Pentegram. After a few moments
the smoke spoke.
=91Who the **** are you kids? Why the hell have you summoned me?=92
=91****, it worked,=92 said Roger. Jack remained calm.
=91Azazel. I have a task for you. If you complete it, I will give you
the souls of my parents. I will sacrifice them to you.=92
The smoke was quiet for a few moments, before replying.
=91That sounds good, kid. But mind you, break the deal, suffer the
consequences. Ok.=92
=91Agreed,=92 replied Jack, full of confidence.
=91What is the agenda then, my new master?=92
=91There is a girl at school. Geraldine. I want her. I must have
her. She must do everything that I want her to for me, in that way,
if you know what I mean.=92
=91I sure as hell do, master. Leave it to me. And remember, break the
deal, suffer the consequences. Don=92t forget lad.=92
=91I won=92t.=92
=91I=92m out of here.=92 After that the smoke disappeared and Jack turned
the lights back on, blowing out the candles.
=91****!! That was intense,=92 said Roger.
=91Yeah, whatever,=92 said Jack, full of confidence.
* * * * *
=91Yeah, she is ****ing hot.=92 Roger acknowledged Jack=92s point as they
both gawked at Geraldine Sunderwell, the foreign exchange student from
America, who was getting books out of her locker on the lower level of
Brixby School, somewere in East London.
=91She=92ll never **** you, though. You are way too dorky for someone as
hot as her.=92
=91Your forgetting our supernatural friend.=92
Roger grimaced a little. =91I am still not sure if that wasn=92t one of
your hoaxes.=92
=91It was the real thing. Believe me. Anyway, I figure the demon will
probably need a few days to do whatever it is he does. He is probably
following us right now.=92
=91You think?!,=92 said Roger, looking around nervously.
=91Relax, idiot. He doesn=92t care about us. He just wants my parents
souls.=92
=91You are so ****ing cold, you know,=92 said Roger. =91I mean, I know my
parents suck and are a real drag. But sacrificing them? **** man,
that is cold.=92
=91Yeh, well they are not my real parents anyway. And they don=92t really
give a **** about me. They=92re better off dead as far as I am
concerned.=92
=91Cold man. That is really cold.=92
=91Whatever.=92
He looked at Geraldine as she walked down the hall past them, and gave
her a slight nod, which she totally ignored.
=91You=92ll never get her,=92 said Roger once more.
=91We=92ll see,=92 said Jack.=92
* * * * *
The demon Azazel was pleased. New souls would give him a buzz.
Demons fed on souls sacrificed to them, taking in the new spiritual
energy and savouring its feel. They were, in human comparisons, just
like illicit drugs. And Azazel had not fed for some time now, so,
having identified the Geraldine in question from following his new
client, Azazel got to work.
* * * * *
=91Is there something wrong, Geraldine?=92 Miss Quimby looked anxiously
at her student in English, who had started moaning.
Jack and Roger looked on, as the lass, after some moaning, vomited up
on her desk, her lunch disappearing from her.
=91Ooh, gross,=92 said one of the students.
=91Bloody awful,=92 said another.
Miss Quimby came down to Geraldine and gently escorted her out of the
schoolroom to the sickroom.
Roger looked at Jack.
=91Coincidence? Asked Roger.
Jack smiled. Hopefully, the wench would soon be his.
* * * * *
Azazel, having settled in his new home, of Geraldine Sunderwell,
unsurprised by the common vomiting which took place upon a new
possession, began the slow work of converting her mind. She was
young, na=EFve, so it probably wouldn=92t take long. He got to work on
various synapses and memory banks and, with some fiddling, began his
task of turning her affections to his new master.
* * * * *
=91I don=92t know what caused it, Mrs Dalton. I just suddenly felt really
nauseous. And then I puked.=92
Mrs Dalton, the mother of the family Geraldine was staying with patted
Geraldines head.
=91Don=92t worry about it, luv. You will be better in the morning.=92
=91I hope so.=92
=91You try and get some sleep, alright. I will check on you in a few
hours.=92
Geraldine laid down on her bed, pulled up a light blanket, and tried
to find some sleep. Mrs Dalton looked on anxiously, but tried to put
any worries from her mind. =91I am sure she will be fine,=92 she thought
to herself.
* * * * *
The demon Razion, hovering near the sleeping body of Geraldine, spoke
to Azazel. =91Here=92s the stuff,=92 he said. Immediately a pale green
smokey substance emanated from Razion=92s hand and entered the mouth of
the sleeping Geraldine.
=91Thank=92s punk,=92 said Azazel. =91Now get the hell out of here.=92
=91Remember, I want a piece of his parents.=92
=91Yeh, yeh. I=92ll remember. Now scram.=92
The demon Razion dutifully left the room as Azazel got to work with
the new intoxicating substance.
* * * * *
Geraldine dreamed a strange dream that night. She was alone in her
room, ****d, and with strong urges towards masturbation. Her mind was
flooded with thoughts of ***. And then, suddenly, the =91Jack=92 lad, one
she had liked a little anyway, entered her room. And her ***ual
appetite was suddenly too much. She got up, grabbed him, and found
her way to his manhood. And, in her dream, started partaking of her
dark and forbidden desires.
* * * * *
Waking from her dream, it was still dark outside. And the urge
towards *** was still with her. She turned on the lampshade next to
her bed and, feeling down under the blanket, brought forth her one and
only ****ographic magazine of ****d men. She got up, locked the door,
and proceeded to engage in that act that people for thousands of years
have undertaken in the dead of night.
* * * * *
=91Jack. Would you like to have lunch with me today?=92 Jack turned to
see, luckily enough, his lustful desire of Geraldine Sunderwell
speaking to him.
=91Well, if you insist.=92
=91I certainly do. See you in the cafeteria.=92
Jack smiled as the object of his lust walked down the hallway,
disappearing into a room. =91Thank ****,=92 he thought to himself. The
demon had done the trick.
* * * * *
They were alone, in Jacks room. She started unbuttoning her top,
looking at him with lust in her eyes. =91I am a virgin you know. Can
you remedy that?=92
=91I sure can babe.=92
He got up, helped her with the rest of her top, and proceeded to those
things which usually come by instinct.
* * * * *
Azazel, sensing his work was done, gradually separated from the girl.
He would leave them now, but return in a week. He would, when the kid
had been satiated, remind him of his deal. He would remind him and
claim his prize.
* * * * *
Over the next few days, Jack felt he was falling in love. He and
Geraldine made love each night, and she even came into the boys toilet
with him at school to relieve him once. It was carnal ***, and it was
****ing fantastic. In all of this he had forgotten his deal with
Azazel. He had forgotten the promise he had made, yet he would soon
be reminded.
* * * * *
=91She ****s well,=92 said Jack to Roger. =91Really, she is ****ing
awesom=
e
in bed.=92
=91Braggart. I can=92t believe it ****ing worked. Do you think something
can be arranged between me and Azazel.=92
=91Depends on what you offer him, I suppose.=92
=91You haven=92t forgotten what you offered him, have you. He=92ll
probabl=
y
want to speak to you about that soon.=92
Jack looked at Roger, suddenly remembering his deal. =91Shut up Roger.=92
=91You have forgotten, haven=92t you.=92
=91Shut the **** up.=92
=91If you don=92t keep the deal the demon will kill you, probably. But,
****, man. I couldn=92t kill my parents. I think your ****ed, really.=92
=91Shut up,=92 said Jack, now worried about his predicament.
* * * * *
Jack laid down on his bed. Geraldine was busy tonight, but she would
see him tomorrow. He could harldy wait.
=91Hey loser. I hope you haven=92t forgotten our deal. Your parent=92s
souls, right?=92
Jack jumped, startled at the voice of the demon which he had not
summoned.
=91Were are you?=92 he asked.
=91That=92s for me to know, punk. Now, I will give you 3 days to make the
kill. Otherwise, you better watch your ass. Literally.=92
The voice left off.
Jack returned to lying on his bed. Like Roger had said, he was
totally ****ed, and he knew it.
* * * * *
=91What is the knife for, Jack?=92 Gerladine asked about the sharp blade
which was on his bedroom desk.
=91Forget about that, Gerry. Come over here.=92
Geraldine contemplated the blade one last time, and returned to her
new lover.
Jack, caressing her arse, looked nervously at the knife. Tonight was
the night. Tonight he would do the devil=92s work.
* * * * *
At 12 Midnight, the devil himself walked down the hallway of 7 Vesper
street, dressed in the guise of 15 year old Jack Stoke. He came to
the doorway of his parents room and slowly turned the knob. He opened
the door and looked at them, blissfully sleeping. First him, in the
heart, and then her. She might struggle, but he was stronger.
He came to the side of the bed and looked down at the man who had
raised him. While in truth, he had no great love for John Stoke, the
man had done the right thing by him and given him the start to life he
needed. He looked at him, then, and slowly lowered his dagger. It
came to him then =96 the reality of what he was doing. And a blind lust
left his head and he, woke up, almost, as if seemingly from a dream.
He left the room and returned to his. Whatever else, as sick as he
had become in his heart, he was not a killer. The demon would have to
exact its vengeance upon him instead. Jack himself would have to
partake of the dark side.
* * * * *
Silent observers, angels from heaven, noted the choice Jack Stoke had
made in his heart. Those who judge eternal life noted Jacks choice
and how he returned to his room.
One of the Angels notified Azazel, reminding him of the divine mandate
regarding repentance. Jack, while a long way from being forgiven, had
made the right choice. And now he would be free from the demons
attack. Free to live in peace.
Epilogue
Jack and Geraldine dated for several months before they school year
ended, and she returned home. They lost touch after that, but Jacks
lust had been satiated. From time to time he thought on Azazel, who
had never showed up. He thought on what that demon could do to him if
it ever got hands on him, and continued in the prayers to God which he
had earnestly begun.
Jack, it seemed, had indeed escaped the dark side.
THE END
James Castleton is a pseudonym of Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly
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