[center] PART II [/center]

Damian took the by-pass around the town and drove roughly another eight miles east then turned left at the driveway with the SOLD sticker stuck over the face of a bank forclosure sign, all the arrangements had been made and his things already delivered and utilities turned on. All he knew about the place was that it once belonged to Jasper Miller whom three months earlier shot himself rather then by forced of the farm that had been in his Family for six generations. Luckily the half mile long driveway had been plowed to allow for the Moving trucks, but the recent snowfall did make it abit tricky as every now and again the light rearend of the exotic sports car would fishtale. After several tedious minutes he brought the car to a stop under the canopy of a carport and got out of the car wrapping the camel hair overcoat tighter around his body he stood briefly and looked around.

The house was the typical two-story clapboard sided house painted red with white wood shutters recently re-attached, one or two replaced altogether, the covered porch ran the length of the front of the house then down the leftside and connecting to the back porch which was twice as large as the front, the entrance to the storm celler was just off the end of the back porch. A hundred year old looking narled Oak there towered over the front half of the yard adding additional shade over the front porch with three more space evenly down the length of the house on the left. To the right of the house, roughly sixty to seventy yards away stood a nearly dilapidated tractor and implement barn along with two storage sheds. 

Damian walked up the steps, opened the door and went inside, spotting the fireplace, he went over and tossed in a few logs from the rack, then touched his right index finger to one of the logs and within seconds the welcoming flames of hellfire danced across the logs like fiery ballerinas. He watched until the logs were fully consumed then went upstairs to his bedroom, made sure his clothes had been properly folded and put in the correct drawers and his suits hung in proper order. He took a few minutes to make sure the bathroom was tidy as well before going downstairs to the kitchen and opening the refrigerator and taking out a bottle of red wine. He took a crystal wine glass from the cupboard and poured, it half full, turned and leaned his butt against the counter then sipped from the wine glass thoughfully a moment, then decided the vintage wasn't all that good, maybe blonde, mid-thirty's and not a very healthy diet judging by the slight after taste he concluded then sat the glass down unsatisfied. 

 Damian checked the time on the gold Rolex watch on his left wrist, his lips twisted into a sadistic smile, he pushed off the counter and went to the backdoor, unlocked it and walked across the back porch to the cellar, removed the incantations that barred the doors from unwanted snoopers, once he had swung the doors open, the sadistic smile again returned to his lips. As he decended the stairs into the bowels of the celler his form began to change a grow and in the brief moment it took him to step of the bottom step, he had transformed into something nitemarishly grotesque and sinister. Fiery red eyes sought out the single occupant of the room. She was tied up in the middle of the celler room, hands bound above her head and pulled upward by a chain to the point her feet could barely support her body, except for the gag, she was completely naked, more for the sake of her embarrassment then anything, after all she was roughly late 50's and not at all appealing.

Damian strode across the floor on muscular hunches, her eyes had been poked out so the sight of him in demonic form wouldnt literally scare her to death, he reached up with the index finger of his lefthand and placed the point of the talonlike nail at the base of her throat then drew it slowly downward between her sagging breasts and down across her belly rolls leaving a thin trail of crimson red. Her screams and pleas washed over him like an orgasmic wave and he closed his red orbs and bathed in her anguish, once the sensation had past he leaned his face into hers and spoke to her in a deep hoarse and raspy voice,

[i]"Good Evening Ms. Wagner....your going to tell me everything I want to know about Brownston High School....everything about the teachers....everything about the students....everything about the other facility members....everything about the curriculum being taught...before I'm through, I'm going to learn all I need to about taking your place as School Principal". [/i] 

Two tortuous hours later, he had leaned all he could from the limp bloodied form of what used to look like a woman at his cloven hoofs and was about to deliver the coup-de-grace when a light appeared in the corner of the room and grew in size and intensity. The pureness of the light cast him back until he was cowered in the corner, muscular arms wrapped about his face in effort to block the light, he could hear the sound of footfalls coming from the light and from between his arms he could makeout a humanoid figure coming closer and closer, anger and rage took hold of himand he shouted at the approaching figure vehemently,

[i]"NO....SHE'S MINE....MINE, GIVEN TO ME BY THE MASTER....MINE I SAY"[/i]

As the humaniod stepped from the light it took the form of the Archangel Michael who's look froze the demon prostrate in the corner and who's soft but commanding tone of words spoke truth,[i]"The prince of this world holds no dominion over a child of the Almighty"[/i]. With that having been said, the Archangel no longer regarded the demon, but turned his eyes to the form laying on the floor between them. The commanding presence of the Archangel seemed to faulter a moment and a deep sadness shown upon his face, he stretched forth his hand and beckoned to her spirit,[i]"Come, I will lead you home"[/i]. the spirit rose from the body and as it reached for the outstretched hand, the spirit, Archangel, and light wee gone in the blink of an eye.

Damian sat in the now dark celler and howled in rage and hatred, they would pay, they would all pay for this humiliation and he would start by taking his vengeance on the town that was the reason for his being here.