MEPHISTOPHELIA

BY CHRISTOPHER TOILKIEN

[ part 1 ]

This story is a creation of my fevered imagination and is a work of totally fiction. No one should ever be allowed to neither mentally nor physically treat a little girl this way. No matter how much of a little miscreant female she may be.

A strong wind rattled through the bare limbs of the Precambrian forest. Bringing with it hints of a swiftly approaching spring along with the tang of the sea. A small human form dodged from massive tree trunk to massive tree trunk. Its eyes furtively looking behind and on either side, in order to catch a glimpse of its pursuers. Every one of them with luminous eyes, cloven hooves, demonic tales, sharp talons and a mouth full of pointed teeth. Some so small they hunted in packs.

And a few so massive, they towered over automobiles.

Their shadowy forms had always been there, just out of sight for as long as their quarry could remember. Hiding in closets, under beds, in dark basements and hidden, shadowy corners.

But now, for a year and a day they had assumed physical form.

Searching the entire planet for their quarry. Tonight they had gathered all together, to hunt and to feast on the target of their activities blood. Before it was forever changed by its human bodies approaching physical maturity.

Absorbing even a single drop, would raise them up to the ranks of the masters most favored. Or so they believed.

Completely overlooking the possibility their dark master might not be too pleased with those who harmed in any way, his only successful protégée. But then again they had fallen so low, even their minds as well as their bodies had become equally bestial. Only the one called Razor had any grasp of shared coordinated activities or planning. The others just following his suggestions.

Their nearing physical exhaustion quarry had been flushed from its latest sanctuary, driven mercilessly across the empty countryside and finally down this spit of land towards the appointed. feasting place. The warmth of its labored, breath filling the air around it, with condensing moisture.

Ahead, an ancient, gateless wall running completely across the narrow peninsula, barred further progress. Seeing their quarry trapped up against it, they eagerly surged forward. But a dead climbing bush gave it a temporary escape from its painful, bitter ending.

The hunters found the wall equally formidable. Until the largest began heaving their smallest brethren over it, while the others bodies formed pyramids. The ones on top of the wall lowered their tails, lifting up the last ones below.

Inside, they found the ground was twice as deep as it was outside. The inner wall far too smooth to provide footholds, even for their talon appendages. The inner ground composed of bare rock with a two hundred foot fall into crashing surf, far below on either side.

For the first time in their existence. Their physical bodies protested all this exorcise. The air around them filled with steam from their hot breath. During the last year, they had discovered hunger, thirst, and even tired muscles. That they could now be killed by the fall to the rocks far below or drowned in the surf was also a new revelation. Some of their brethren had already been killed by falls, drown in rivers or oceans. And a few had even died of thirst or hunger.

But the sight of their quarry standing right up on the furthest edge of the cliff. Banished any thought of afterwards from their minds. As planned, the four largest pressed through their fellows. Their part was to each grasp one of their targets limbs in their talon armed claws and pull it outwards until it broke off.

The next largest, pushed themselves through their far smaller brethren to stand ready for their drop of blood first. Simply, because their physical size allowed them to. They were now heartless daemons after all. The tide of agonizing death surged towards their target. One or two, even wondering, why it did not scream. But calmly set down the teddy bear it had been carrying on the ground between its feet.

Then it raised both hands, middle finger extended towards the nearest of the largest.

The black flames of their masters domain spewed forth engulfing the four, who immediately fell, writhing in agony as the acidic fire consumed their material forms. The twin streams of midnight black flame then swept across the wall of incoming larger daemons. Turning every one of them into black flaming torches.

The small ones attempted to encircle their quarry and come in from all sides as hunting packs are wont to do. But their intended victim brought its palms upwards towards them. The fingers of the hands spread wide as the hands dropped to point its fingers towards the onrushing tide of death. And the streams became a peninsula spanning wall that rolled over them. Setting all it touched aflame in horrific painful death.

A few survivors fled back towards the wall. To find it was impossible to climb. And were engulfed in turn by the oncoming wall of black death..

Upon reaching the flame proof barrier, it then rolled back over the smoldering into dust bones of its victims’, towards the one who had dispatched it. As if it was a dog returning to its master. The flaming wall halted, reducing itself to a tiny string of flickering blackness at the feet of the one who had summoned it, and with a clap of those long fingered delicate hands. Was dismissed back to where it had been summoned from.

The dark haired little girl walked towards the barrier wall over the burning bodies of her kills. Untouched by the black flames consuming them completely. The black leather teddy bear now tucked under her left arm. Nearing the centre of the wall that spanned the tiny peninsula. Her right had reached around, lifted the teddy bear out its nest under her left arm and threw it against the wall.

On impact, the black leather bear transformed into an imp the same size. Bounced off the wall and landed at the girls feet. It immediately sprang up and bowed low, forehead touching the tips of the girls shoes.

“Your wish is my command, mistress.” Came from the tiny black leather skinned miniature devil. in a squeaky voice.

“My plan to rid myself of those, who tormented me all my life. “The raven haired beauty stated. “Worked because they were not aware the erroneous idea to hunt me down and drink my blood before it changed. Was mine, and not yours.”

“Convincing them it would require taking on corporeal form, so you could then end their existence once and for ever. Was a scheme worthy of your sire.” The devilish imp complemented.

“Shut up and open the passageway, Razor.” The girl ordered in an annoyed tone as she booted the imp back towards the wall.

The tiny creature frowned, but kept his full of razor sharp teeth mouth firmly shut. Constantly reminding her of her parentage, always brought retribution, but he had his orders. This taking up physical form was getting tiresome real fast. His chest hurt where her foot had impacted on it. And his stomach growled, as she had not allowed him to hunt for live food since yesterday.

The creature used his left hands index finger to scratch a symbol on the stone wall. Then spat on the palm of his right hand and slammed his now clenched right hand onto the glyph of opening. A tunnel appeared in the wall with an iron gate at the top of a stone ramp leading through the wall and up to ground level beyond.

He had built this killing ground under her instruction. And only he could open the access tunnel.

“Open the gate at the top as well, pesky imp .” His mistress ordered. And he rushed ahead to obey. First unlocking, then pulling it open for her, then following after her up the slope and onto the dead grass outside the wall.

“Up, favored one.” The girl ordered, slapping her left hip with her left hand. The sad faced imp, smiled, exposing his mouth full of namesake pointed teeth. Then scrambled up her blue jean covered leg, to his favorite perch, on his mistresses soft warm hip.

“I can feel they are all gone.” The girl said in a gleeful tone. “For the very first time in my life. There are neither watchers nor tormentors.”

“Except for you.” The girl added as the fingers of her right hand grasped the miniature daemon around the throat. And then held its demonic form, dangling by the neck, out in front of hers.

“I am loyal, mistress.” He squeaked. As his hands clawed furtively at hers. Knowing her skin was proof against his talons.

“Loyal to my sire.” She angrily retorted.” I saw your eyes watching from some hidden notch. Every time I was being tortured and raped.What did he offer you to betray me?”.

“The daemon, struggling to draw breath, pleaded. “He promised to make me human sized so I could join in, next time someone raped and tortured your body.”

“Why must I die?’ He pleaded as he transformed into her teddy bear.

“As the only one he gifted with the ability to read my thoughts.” The girl informed her victim.” I cannot afford you reporting my plans for the ring of power. To your true master.”

“If you let me live. I can show you were to find rings of power for every finger on both hands.” The daemon pleaded, reverting to his true form.

Suddenly the eyes of the daemon flew wide and his struggles became frantic. He had torn his mind from impending final ending and sent it probing hers.

“Traitor.” He squeaked.

“You plan to turn traitor on your sire, he who lead us all in rebellion.” He managed to further add, a few seconds later.. “By joining the powerful coven the other side is creating.”

But the sound of his windpipe crushing under her iron fingers and then of his body hitting the stone floor of the ramp leading down into the killing ground was all that came to her ears.

Then her left. hands middle finger pointed at his body as that stream of black acidic flame spewed forth until his corporeal body was totally consumed.

“You would tell him, and he would not be pleased with the subtle plans I have for controlling it. “And marshal all his forces to prevent me from joining the White Princess in the circle of power. Knowing I would eventually us it to gain control of both their realms.”

The Black Princess said to herself as she walked away towards where she knew the Druids waited to kidnap, torture and eventually attempt to sacrifice her.

“My sire basically thinks and acts as egotistic human male after all.”