A Working Saturday… or… Demons in Scotland

It’s pouring rain here so it’s a good day to work inside.  Would rather be doing the gardening we promised the landlord but hey, this works too.  Especially since I missed yesterday.

I find myself compulsively checking my email!  When oh when are they going to answer me!   At least it’s 14 days and not 90 or worse, 6 months.  *shudders*  

I’ve been working in the second HW book, Demon Plague.   Well, reading and tweaking bits here and there.  I’ve been trying to  catch up and remember where I left off before I went back and started re-working HW1.   And all I have to say is wow.  

I have a demon called an “Utukku Limnuti.”  He is an ancient Babylonian demon and exorcised only with the help of the God Pazuzu, a Sumerian deity, god of the winds. I’ve lost all my bookmarks since I did the research for these too so I am hard pressed to explain Utukku.  There are several ways he’s explained – as a God-demon who is both good and bad, as part of an exorcism incantation series, or simply as a series of evil demons.  The demon I chose is called “Ninjutsu.” He is a demon who is supposed to be under the geis of Pazuzu.   Here I chose to interpret him as a single entity with a bad sense of humour and an addiction to movies (kind of like Anna & me):  

Anna blushed and Marcus grinned more broadly.  She had opened her mouth to retort, one hand covering her throat, when a scream ripped through the air.  The three of them whipped around towards the water in time to see a Mu level Wolf named Lily get plucked off the small boulder she’d been standing on.

The girl was lifted into the air by a huge monstrosity.  It was a being made entirely of water in loose humanoid shape.  It reminded Anna of the Golgothan in Dogma and she cursed under her breath.  She took off running towards the screaming girl.  As Anna closed in, shoving her way through the stunned Pack members who stood there, staring as more arms flowed out of the body and grasped the still shrieking girl by each limb and around her neck.

Anna stood on the shore and shouted up at it, “Ninjutsu!  Let the girl go!”

A loud watery laugh answered her.  “Spawn of Cain; do you think you can stop me?  You wish me to let her go?  So be it!”  The demon pulled and the screaming stopped abruptly as the girl’s head popped off and the limbs tore free of the torso with a wet sucking sound.  The demon threw the bits and pieces at the pack, scattering the Wolves.

It laughed again, big belly laughs, as Anna turned to the pack and screamed at them all to get as far away from the water as possible.  “Cain’s pubic louse!  I will leave the rest alone if you will give yourself to me.”

“You lie!  Do you not think, filthy Utukku Limnuti, that I have dealt with Demons long enough to know that they never tell the truth?  There is no mercy in you.”  She planted her feet in the pebbled shore and lifted her hands over her head, palms facing each other.  She began to chant in a long forgotten language as she cast her mind around for the name of the God whose help she needed.  Power formed between her hands, a glowing ball of blue and purple fire.  Finally, the name of the God, a Sumerian, pops into her head.

“Pazuzu!  Please help rid us of this monster!”

The demon flinched at the name but covered it’s fear up by growing bigger.  It roared at Anna and reached for her. 

Anna threw the ball of fire and the demon hissed as a piece of it turned to steam.  She took advantage of the momentary weakness and chanted quickly in Sumerian, the ancient words rolling off her tongue, each one laced with power. She threw another ball of fire at it and called on Pazuzu once more.  “Pazuzu aid your children! Save them from this filth!” A column off fire grew around her, snaking from her to the Utukku Limnuti.

Water shimmered and shook as Anna’s power began to wrap around the demon like chains.  It chortled, amused, and grabbed the chains to pull.  It screamed as the fire superheated its fingers. 

Anna smirked.  “Did you really think I’d make it that easy?”

The Utukku shrank a little as it reformed the vaporized hands.  Uma Thurman’s voice came out of its throat as it said, “You know, for a second there, I really did.”

Yet another death in the pack.  *sighs*  I’m going through Wolves like junk food addicts go through bags of chips.  Anna does indeed rid them of the demon, never fear.  If she hadn’t, the story would be done eh?  And that’s only a few chapters in.

As an aside, can you name that movie?  (Or her character’s first name?  “The Bride” doesn’t count.  hehehe)

As the demon is dragged away by his God:

“You’ll not succeed!  You will die!  My Master will send more after you.”  The disembodied voice floated around Anna before moving off.  “You are dead!  You and your little dog too!”

“Seriously, get some new movies!”  Anna shouted at it.  “And tell your Master I’ll not go down without a fight.  Tell him to face me himself.”

Now, if you can’t name THAT movie, I’m going to have to school you some.

Later on, after the pack has reached their destination on the Isle of Skye and had a wee, pleasant interlude of dinner and information gathering, they go for a walk in Dunvegan’s rather magnificent gardens (and I’m very sure that the pictures on line don’t do it justice, I really do need to go!) and are, of course, attacked again.

Suddenly, the Lycans all stiffened.  A scant moment later, Rafe did too.  They instinctively turned so their backs faced each other and each pair of sharp eyes sought the night for the source of the disturbance.  They all became aware of a heavy breathing that sounded more like a soft mocking laugh.  Glowing yellow eyes came out of the darkness, locked on Anna.

“I see it,” she whispered.

They all turned in her direction.  The yellow eyes grew larger, hovering at Anna’s chest level.  The sound of claws scraping on rock grated on their nerves.  A cloud shifted away from the half full moon and bathed the creature in light.

Oh my gosh!  Creepy.  *shivers*  What is it you ask?

Well, let me tell you…

The thing laughed, showing large sharp teeth.  The shaggy, slick black fur quivered as it shook with its own amusement.  “Yes, let the Seed of Cain go.”  It moved before her on four large paws, pacing back and forth, long slim tail flicking at the ends.  

A demon jaguar!  It belongs to Itzamna, the Mayan Creator God.  Lord of the Sky, of Heaven and Night and Day.  But he’s not the only demon creature in this attack…

She lifted the sword and severed the head as a male creature, dressed as a Mayan king appeared.  He nodded to Anna and she bowed back as he lifted the cat into his arms.  Anna watched, puzzled, as only the spirit was taken, but not the body.  “Itzamna?”

“I take only that which is mine.”  His words rumbled across her skin and he vanished.

Anna stared at the headless beast, stunned as it began to change colour.  The front legs thickened and the black fur bled away as tawny fur rolled in from the top down.  Three heads sprang from its neck as Anna watched.  The shock of seeing lion, goat and dragon heads appear sent her stumbling backwards; she slipped from the rock and disappeared into the ocean.

Guess what it is this time.  

It’s a Chimera.  A creature with a lion’s body, the heads of a lion goat and dragon.  Its tail sometimes has the head of a snake – this one does.  And it has wings.

It’s a vicious, vile creature at the moment.  

Anna reappears and calls upon Zeus, Ares and Artemis to help her defeat the creature and Hades to receive it upon its demise.  

Once they get past that trial and get home, where there is another problem, they end up being visited by the giant Finn McCool.  😀  The giant responsible for the Giant’s Causeway.  He comes to warn them of the impending visit by the Fomorii.  

The Fomorii are ancient misshapen, violent sea gods from Ireland; they were vicious and single-minded in their drive to destroy.  The battle with them is totally cool, if I may say so myself.   But it only comes after Anna calls the pack together and gives them a rousing speech:

“Today we come under attack yet again!  It is my greatest sorrow that you all must suffer because I came to visit.”  She paused as rumblings came from the crowd and her heart warmed as most of the sentiments were more about how it was worth it than about she should have stayed home.  “I must ask you to fight yet again.  But this time we have some mighty help.” 

Anna lifted the Spear over her head, holding it with both hands.  “This is the Spear of Lugh!  It is bloodthirsty and will kill and kill until it is stopped!  It will help us slay the Fomorii.  It will help us win the day!  I ask you, nay I beg you, help me save you all and stop these attacks.  Will you fight with me?”  A long undulating howl rose from her still human throat, both a demand and a plea. The pack joined her in answer.  When the last echo faded Anna looked at them again.

A great roar went up from the Wolves and a large portion immediately started tearing their clothes off to shift.  Anna grinned, her eyes turning black.  “Let no enemy live!  Let no Wolf die! Fight for we shall not die so easily this day!” She lowered her arms and set the base of the spear near her right foot.  She cradled it in her elbow and lifted her hands to the sky.  “Brigit!  We call on you to aid us!  Help us finally find peace, let this day see our last battle.” 

Anna closed her eyes and brought her hands together.  All the Wolves in fur and skin closed their eyes and bowed their heads as she spoke.  “Peace up to Heaven, Heaven down to earth.  The earth under Heaven.   Strength to everyone!”  A loud clap of thunder split the air in two on her last word.

Isn’t she great?   

After the Fomorii they are visited once again by divine intervention, Dagda – king of the Tuatha Dé Danann and ruled over Uisnech and Father God of the Celts – and  Manannan Mac Lir  – Celtic God of the Sea.   Dagda has a giant club, so large that even the giant God is unable to carry it and drags it behind him on wheels.  The club slays enemies and  heals friends.  Manannan is ruler over the prison the Fomorii were trapped in.  Together they save the pack and aid Anna in her darkest moment.

Dagda also tells Anna where all the attacks start and it brings us to our final round of demons – this time mostly Christian.  

On the way to Hell they encounter some interesting creatures.  This is one:

“I am Baraqijal.”  His voice was gravelly and low.  Compelling.  “You must turn around.  Do not attempt to complete this quest or it will be the end of you.”

Anna ignored the thinly veiled threat.  “What choir are you from?  Cherubim?”  She tilted her head.  “No, you have more the look of a Grigori.”  She nodded in satisfaction.  “Despite the soot that mars your features, you are still quite beautiful.”

Baraqijal looked at her, baffled.  “Did you not hear me, Hybrid?”

“Oh aye, I heard you.  I’m ignoring you.”  Anna smiled sweetly at Baraqijal.  “We will continue on our way.  I will find the demon responsible for the deaths of my Wolves.”

Anna, with her usual sass, sashays away and they continue on.  Unfortunately, the Grigori is correct – the journey will be the end of some of her group.  

These are a few of the happenings in the second book.  I’m looking forward to continuing my journey through it.  It’s been very interesting thus far.  

Sadly, there’s a lot less sex in it than in HW1 and I’m not quite sure why.  There is a lot more violence though.

Perhaps there’s a balance after all…  😉

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