Howl under the Moon Ch. 7

Chapter 71

Someone smiled as she watched Eric sleeping through her kept sfora orb that would allowed the mysterious person to spy on her enemies. At least, only Eric Knight.2

Until she called out, “Reedrek!” She shouted, calling in one of her commanders. Reedrek entered the room with easy stride without making a hint of a sound, “M’ Lord.” 3

She jerked her hand, allowing the general to come closer. “Have there been any reports we receive from Nagasaki-san in Fontana?” Leaning back comfortably on the crimson arm chair and inhale a breath. Reedrek was tall and blonde, he had short wavy hair and a small goatee. 4

“We just receive word from one of the Deadly Seven men. Unfortunately, it seems that the mission did not end up as plan. But they will remain put until further notice. So it’ll take some time than we have hope.” Reedrek clicked his heels at a tension stance. It was a habit of Reedrek to break who in fact was a former elite special force during the Vietnam War. Now after abuse encounter with the Kon which their leader was turned out to be a werewolf, devouring his teammates as Reedrek manage to escape along with the curse following behind.5

Since then Reedrek’s appearances hadn’t change but, the way he saw the world before, had long gone vanished. He looked so weak, helpless, and pathetic like a stray dog scavenging through garbage’s.6

This woman took him in, seeing that he might be some of good use and he proved out to be better experience than the rest of the troop. They gave him a promotion to where he stands now. You can always take the man out of the military but you can never take the military out of the man.7

“It’s quite alright general; I foresaw this from my visions not too long ago. Just too be preconscious, send a word out to them, tell Nagasaki to leave a message or a sign to dear Eric just to let him know, he can’t hide from us anymore.” She gave an pleasing chuckle, then signal him to go. Reedrek turned about-face and headed down through another hallway.8

After a moment, hearing Reedrek’s footsteps descending down the hall and his scent becoming faint, he smelled cleaned from a recent shower. She licked her lips just the mere thought of the image, her body was itching to slaughter something, and Reedrek seemed to fit perfectly for the position. She closed her eyes, imaging as Reedrek’s throat was completely expose as blood fountain out of his body and his agonizing silent scream would be music to her ears but the best part, was when his eyes wide open and looking beyond some distance.9

Blocking the fantasy aside from her mind, she walked up towards a wide window, which opened up to beautiful scenery of the blanket of tropical trees and a vast orange that bleed red Sea. It was worth every cent to buy this small remote island out of the coast of southern California near the Catalina islands. 10

“Don’t you find the view quite breath taking, brother?” She looked over her shoulders with a sly grin that didn’t reach her cheeks.11

“I would perhaps agreed it if weren’t you blocking my view of the scenery. But why do you continued lying to yourself—-do you actually think there’s a possibility of the slightest chance that Eric will come back to you—“12

“Be silent Aiden!” She snapped at him.13

Aiden wore a clean ironed black suit and a white shirt with a string tie. Not the western tie, but the kind you see guys wear in the European paintings, close to the Victorian era. He had a hairdo to match the same time period, kind of mid-length black hair and wild, swept back from his wide forehead. However Aiden’s eyes were close to a ravens, dark and empty. 14

Aiden drew in a breath then exhaled reminding himself that he must remain calm and hold in his anger. His jaw clicked and said to her, “Aye Cassandra, what're we going to do with you?”15

He walked up and stood next to his younger sibling, Cassandra was tiny and petite most would dismiss her as powerless. But she had an aura of danger, a twenty-six tear old woman by appearance but rather she was quite older than she looks by a thousand years but compared to Aiden, he beat her by two years. Her best assets filled a double-D cup bra was no child. Her face was an Italian mixed with Hispanic trait master piece of dark brown eyes, the smooth canvas framed by long black hair braided and full lips. Her white suit and light blue silk blouse shined from the sun’s rays. 16

Aiden looked down at her, expressionless. “You’re too stubborn Cassandra, I’m very well aware of your sulking but life moves on and so should you too—give up on the bastard who dumped you.” He paused, “Please.” The word came out annoyed. 17

Cassandra closed her eyes Dummy. You don’t quite understand what I’m going through. Besides the fun just started. She didn’t break her focus then said, “Are the preparation done for the meeting ahead?”18

Aiden fought the urged to shake his sister violently until she’d find hidden common sense. “Everything is set and prepared, were ahead of scheduled as usual. We’ll be leaving to Arizona, Phoenix tomorrow morning.” He said19

“Very well and about our cousins?” She glanced up at her older brother, he always been taller than her standing well over six feet tall, he rippled with well defined lean muscles.20

“I already informed them of the meeting so don’t worry about It.” Aiden began to leave knowing his cue to exit. Leaving Cassandra alone in the office again. Cassandra drew in a long, slow breath as she tried to allow the truth to set in, Aiden was probably right maybe it was time to forget Eric and move on. 21

Nah, what for? 22

This is more fun to exact her revenge. Returning back to her desk where the orb sat in place waiting, the image of Eric had vanished into a dark misty fog swirling around like water trapped in its own world. Waving her hand over the orb, she watched as the clouds cleared to show her the one person she wanted to bury...23

The loveable man she once cared for.24

How quaint. Eric is still sound asleep in the kids bedroom, who would have though that one of the most respected warrior in the Uratha history, became downgraded nothing but to be a child’s pet. Pitiful.25

Cassandra missed the old days when her kind—the werewolves were warriors. When they would come at attention on their feet, ready for any battle. These new generation and centuries have pass, were making them as pathetic weak and soft as the mortals they walk among. Since mankind no longer trained for war they huddled together in cities where loose morals and relying on science to prove what’s real and what’s not real, just trying to fool themselves that at what they see is merely a state of mind or hallucinated, it manage to keep their sanity. Even the foods were easy picking no longer must they hunt except go to a grocery store and buy their meat there. There was no fighting.26

No coaxing. 27

Fast food for everyone.28

Weary from the weakness, but none the less there was work to be done. Scooting closer, placing her hands above the sfora orb then began to chant in an ancient language that sounded like the crackle of flames. With a sound like air being sucked from a tire, something was moving inside the orb, something formless and black. Cassandra was chanting more quickly now, raising her small slender hands. 29

"Lord Beelzebub, I summon thee from the realm of high Hell. I summon thee o great fallen angel, I summon thee."30

Her lips moved—-murmuring, barely any words reached her lips as she chanted in first tongue, werewolves native language that manage to survive through the decades being pass down from generation to generation and for future to come. The spell echoed through the rooms, whispering in her ears. Hearing nothing but her voice and as the dark gray shutters shivered by an invisible wind as she continuously to chant.31

Inside the sfora, the black formless mist surrounded Eric, swallowing his body then ceased to stop. Suddenly a plume of black smoke rose from inside the orb; it spiraled upward, spreading and solidifying. Two eyes hung in the shadow like jewels caught in a spider’s web. 32

“Who has called me from my domain?” Beelzebub demanded in a calm demonic voice. “Who has summoned me?” 33

Cassandra opened her eyes, she was panting, sweating. The spell, she had used was an ancient forbidden spell that had been locked away by her elders long ago. She was standing still in front of the sfora. The air stank of sulfur and other unknown substance, it burned her nose but she sucked it in. 34

“Beelzebub” Cassandra said. “I am the one who had summoned you.”35

For a moment there was silent. Then the demon laughed itself, if smoke can be said to laugh. The laugh itself was caustic as acid. “Foolish Lycanthrope” He wheezed. “Foolish indeed, and may I pry onto what is your business with me that you summon me?” 36

The woman slid a hand into her pocket. Something hard and cold and metallic met the touch of her fingers. She smiled. Cassandra watched with impassive interest as the smoke surged forward, forming and re-forming itself. A tendril took the shape of a human hand and reached out towards her but a small spark striked its hand, then the black shape withdrew. He growled behind the visible wall, he looked down to see a chalk pentagram drawn around him. Beelzebub looked up and sneered at her.37

“I do hope.” Said Cassandra, who had taken the cold metal object out of her pocket and was toying it idly, “That you would cooperate peacefully, for you see Beelzebub I summoned you for a reason. Serve me and your reward will be paid gratefully.” 38

Beelzebub turned a black pillar with deadly eyes. “You summoned me so that I am force to do your bidding but you drew a pentagram to prevent me from harming you before that?”39

“You guess correctly.” She said.40

Beelzebub spoke with a grudging admiration. “That was clever. I must admit that was very clever.”41

Cassandra took a step toward the demon. “Yes indeed I am. And I’m also your master now. What I hold in my hand is the crystal of Raphael the one who casted you out from heaven and would cause severe unimaginable pain if you ever step into heaven again, and now it’s in my possession. You will obey me, or face the consequences.” 42

The demon was silent for a moment. Then bowed its head in a mockery of obeisance, Beelzebub knew that Cassandra wasn’t bluffing when he saw the gem in her hand, he had remembered the grey beautiful detail that would fool anyone as a jewelry necklace. “I am your servant, my Lord...?”43

Cassandra nodded accepting his politeness as she clicked the necklace around her neck, then said, “Wonderful to hear that.” And then she turned toward the sfora. “Beelzebub, do you see this man in this orb?” The demon nodded but said nothing. “I want you to enter in his dreams and do what you do best.” She pointed at Eric.44

Beelzebub looked in the orb, studying Eric before he looked at Cassandra and disappeared. After the demon left, Cassandra felt that she was going to collaspe on the spot, but no, she had planned this all her life and she wasn’t going to let this opportunity slip from her fingers.45

Continually staring at the sfora, the mist still hovered over Eric but it wasn’t a milky white color instead it was a dark purple mist. “Time to play Eric.”46

A charming smile slowly grew. “Let the games begin.” Chuckling under her breath as it slowly grew into a hysterical laughter that danced through the empty halls. 47

Let the game commences. 48