To Tame a Demon

Blade slowly sat back down and looked at the two. Scud had snuggled into Drake's embrace.

“Well, this is interesting. Tell me Drake, is this you talking or the demon?” Blade asked.

“Both, the demon and I are one and the same. My mother willingly laid down and spread her legs for something inhuman and evil. I am the result of that union.” Drake said. “I was a grown man before I learned that my mother's husband was not my father. But he was an honorable man. He is the one that raised me and his teachings were deeply rooted.”

“So you're telling me you were born human?” Blade asked.

“Like you I was born half human. The demon remained dormant within me until I was a man grown. The first time it manifested was during a battle. It fed off of the fear and the pain it found. When the battle finally died down I realized that I should have been dead many times over. Many of the wounds I had received were fatal, and yet I lived. Not a scratch remained.

That is when my mother told me the truth of my birth. I suppose that she hoped I would follow the path of my Demon father, but as I said the man who raised me had instilled his values into my human half.”

“That doesn't explain you being a vampire.” Blade noted.

“I was a vampire then Blade, make no mistake. I just did not feed on blood, but the bloodlust of battle.  Eventually after many decades we were at peace. Our people conquered so many enemies that no one else would fight us, that is when I began to feed on blood.”

“But there was just you.” Blade said “Doesn't explain the rest of the suckheads.”

“Loneliness Blade, everyone gets lonely. Even demons long for company.” Drake's hand had started idly rubbing Scud's back. Scud snuggled a little closer.

“The first I turned was Hassan, an accident. He was the second bloodfeeder. This is why he is stronger than the rest of the vampires you have destroyed. But luckily I did not give him all of my gifts. The demon set out to create a group of companions, but no matter how many it created, it remained restless, it continued to spread fear among humans. Humans tried to appease the demon through sacrifice and that is how I met Sehkmet, she was a sacrifice to the demon. Something in her calmed the demon.

She had suffered more than she should have before she was given to me. When the demon needed to cause pain or fear, she accepted it and survived, she took all that pain and suffering on herself. The demon did not need to terrorize humanity. She stopped the reign of terror and I turned her, but not completely. I did not infect her with everything that I was. I was afraid it would change her make her like Hassan, bloodthirsty, power drunk. I did not give her the gifts that would allow her to protect herself. Hassan had his familiars wait until I was away and they dragged her out into the sunlight. It brought the reign of terror back.

Eventually I realized how far the demon had gone in its grief. Yes grief. The demon loved Sehkmet but my human half realized that she would have been devastated by what was being done in her name. I willed myself to sleep, ordered that I be interred where no one would find me.”

“You said Frost tried to raise you.” Blade prompted.

“Ah, Deacon Frost. So sure that he was better than humans when he suffered the same faults; the tendency to tamper with things best left untouched and the arrogance to think he could control them. He succeeded in waking the demon. Had you not destroyed him, I would have. I would have tortured his soul for eternity, you spared him that. However he did cause two things which brings us to where we are now, Hassan sensed my presence and I sensed Danica Talos.”

“Fucking bitch.” Scud interjected.

“Scud, hush. She gave you to me.” Drake said with a smile. “Danica released my body, but the demon was in control. Danica brought sacrifice after sacrifice to me and the demon killed them all, and then she brought Scud to me. The demon recognized Sehkmet's soul in him. I don't mean they are the same person, but that Scud carries the same ability to suffer that Sehkmet carried. I turned him that night, but this time I made sure to gift him with everything.”

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“A lot of familiars down here Scud.” Blade said looking around. "And you're okay with that?”

“They aren't familiars, they're donors, willing donors. None of them are marked and they are free to come and go as they please. We do what we can to help them. Like Joey over there with the easel.” Scud said pointing to an older man busy adding paint to a canvas. “Drake has helped him get several of his paintings sold. He lives here. Go ahead and talk to them, ask them how they are treated. I know what it was like B, I wouldn't put anybody through that.”

Scud stopped and pushed open a door. “This is the workroom.” Scud said entering the room.

Blade looked at the workroom. It was definitely a 'Scud space'. It looked like a junkyard had exploded. Blade didn't know how Scud could find anything, but it was obvious that the mess made perfect sense to him as he walked over and picked up a good sized box.

“Here you go B, I was able to increase the intensity of the UV burst.” Scud said setting the box on the the only clear table in the room. Remember the big bomb W and I rigged? One of these babies will give you the same effect.” Scud said. “I'm trying to work from what Drake tells me, but there's a lot of work I can't do for obvious reasons.”

“The Nightstalkers can pick up the slack. But in return you get me in a proper set of wheels. Their mechanics are worth shit.” Blade said.

“Sounds like a fair trade to me.” Scud said.

 

 

Hassan hated waiting for the sun to set. Sunlight meant nothing to Hassan, one of the things he shared with Drake. Unfortunately he could not pass that gift to his own creations. Hassan leaned on the balcony railing and looked down at the humans scurrying along the street below.

They had no fear now, not like before when Drake had been like a brother to him. The two had enjoyed the status of gods at one point and then that bitch had come along. Sehkmet, a lowly human sacrifice, and she had stolen Drake from him. Drake bhad been emasculated by the bitch before he could end it and get his brother back. And oh had his brother come back with a vengeance, for a while.

Drake had gone to ground, hidden from him for more centuries than Hassan could count until the one called Deacon Frost had awakened a part of Drake. The Drake he knew from days of old. Hassan had rejoiced, all he had to do was find Drake, bring him up from the ground, but before he could do so Drake had found Sehkmet, or someone like her. Soon Hassan would know who. He had tracked Drake here to this city. Somewhere in this city was another who had made Drake into less than he was meant to be.

Hassan turned to the open sliding door as he felt his followers enter the room. “We will bring him back to us, find the sacrifice. It is the sacrifice that must die.”

Hassan watched them file out into the night. Hassan would stake this cunt himself. He wanted to watch this one go up in flames. He would listen to her cries as the sun consumed her flesh.

 

Drake dug his fingers into Scud's hips as the young man rode him. Drake fought back his own orgasm not wanting to be distracted from the beauty of Scud's orgasm. Drake was stroking Scud's spurting erection. “Yesss” Drake hissed “Come for me.”

Scud's back arched as he cried out in pleasure. The feeling of Scud's already tight passage gripping him triggered Drake to fill it with his seed. Scud collapsed forward against his lover's chest. Drake's arms automatically wrapped themselves around Scud. Drake stroked Scud's back even as a shiver went down his own.

Hassan was somewhere close.