The Book (For Kitten)

Pez continued to follow Damion, being extra cautious of anything and everything that she came into contact with- the steps, the floor, the walls. She felt as though she daren't breath for fear of setting off a trap. Her eyes darted frantically with anything that caught her eye, be it a small fly, a bat, a shadow. Soon, the stairs ended and they entered another large room. This one had torches all along the walls. It looked as though they'd been there for centuries. And even after all of this time, they still ignited to movement. Pez switched her torch off and begun to look around.

The first thing she noticed was the pictures on the walls. Pictures of old all telling their own little stories. There were pictures of angels and devils fighting in a battle. What a battle tihis must have been. Pez can remember back to when her father would tell her stories about the battles between angels and devils. And now she was seeing them written all over the walls. She shook her head as she continued to decipher the pictures.

Once she was at the end she noticed that there was another door. Pez walked towards it and saw that the room had been tiled with stone tiles of red and white. Each tile had a symbol. "This doesn't look good...." Pez looked around for any sign that could help them get across to the other side in one piece. "Any ideas?" She asked him with a curious look, still trying to figure it out herself.

Damion had seen the symbols that were on the floor before. Reaching inside the inner pocket of his coat he took out his journel. He began flipping through pages of various clues from books, carvings, and pictures in various places that all had something to do with The Book. He stoped on one page. On it was the symbols.

One symbol, "Death, Stinging, burning death that consumes the flesh."
Second symbol, "Agonizing pain and eternal sleep."
Third symbol, "Life, walk the path and live."

"Always wondered what these had to do with The Book. " he showed them to Pez. Then he stepped on one of the tiles with the thrid symbol and nothing happened. The next one was a good streach away but he managed to make it to that one. "Looks like we follow the path."

Pez folded her arms and looked to Damion as he pulled out his journal and begun to flip the pages. She sighed softly and looked around the room to see if there was an easier way to pass without fear of fatal death! "There has to be a way," She thought aloud.

Pez raised her eyebrows when Damion showed her the pages of his journal, "Well!" She exclaimed as she studied the symbols. She looked up and begun to move closely behind Damion, stepping on exactly the same tiles as he. The second one was a lot further apart and Pez feared she couldn't reach it. But Pez was a fighter, she would never give up, especially now. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, "Here goes nothing," She said exhaling. Stepping back, she thrust herself forward and landed just about on the tile. She looked up to Damion with a slight look of shock upon her pale face. Then she laughed nervously, "Well that wasn't too difficult now was it?" Pez commented, her voice shaking. "How many more to go?" She asked curiously. Some of the tiles weren't marked as clearly as the others so it was a bit more difficult to determine which one was safe.

He looked over the tiles before him when she asked the question. "Looks like several more before we get to the archway. He continued to move from one tile to another after making sure that the symbol on them were the same. A vile of black liquid fell from his pocket on one of his jumps. It landed on a tile a couple tiles away, bounced and landed on another tile before shattering. Suddenly sharpened metal rods shot up from the floor from the first tile and surrounding it. Darts flew from walls hitting the metal rods. The darts shattered spraying the metal with a liquid that quickly began melting them.

"Not a good way to die is it." Damion said as he watched the metal bubble and melt. He could imagine that being the flesh of someone.

After several more of the tiles he was at the archway and moved into it to allow Pez to follow. Before them looked to be a throne roome of sorts. At the far end sitting on a raised platform that had several broad steps leading up to it was a stone throne. On it sat a box

Pez looked to Damion as he spoke to her before dashing off, jumping from one tile to the next. As he manouvered his way across the room, a vile of black liquid fell from his pocket and begun bouncing its way across the room and landing on a tile to shatter into pieces. Suddenly metal rods shot up from the floor, darts flew from the walls, aimed at the metal rods which then shattered and sprayed some form of black substance which when melted the sharpened rods.

Pez hunched up her shoulders and let out a scream before holding her breath and watching the trap in action. If she wasn't pale beforehand, she definantly was now. Her blood red eyes slowly moved to meet with Damions. She squeaked back in reply to what he had just said to her.

After a few minutes, Pez was out of shock and begun to continue her way across the tiles as quickly and as carefully as possible. She let out a massive sigh of relief as she finally made it to the arch way. As her eyes moved up from the floor to look around the room, her jaw dropped. In front of them, at the far end of the room was a stone throne with a box ontop of it. She looked to Damion and could barely contain her smile. It faded after a moment or two though, "Damion...this....this doesn't seem right...." She said shuddering.

"Never does." he said. Everything looked as if there was nothing wrong, but he knew that there should be something there. After all the traps that they had been through he was sure that this one would also be trapped. But the floor looked to be solid stone. The walls though made of huge blocks of stone could contain some sort of trap.

As they stood there something began to happen up by the throne. A shimmering light before it rose from the floor. "It formed into the semblance of a man. It spoke in a language long dead to the world but one that one versed in the language of devils could understand. "If you are seeing this and can understand me, then you have made it past the traps that lead to this place. You seek The Book but you will find that it is not here."

Damion shook his head as the figure continued to talk. "The Order sent the book here to be hidden among the most blood thirsty of people. They make human sacrifices, ripping the living hearts from their victims. The perfect place to hide it. Who would come to such a place of evil to find The Book." The figure smiled. He was of The Order. "But I did not want it to be hidden." There was something about the figure and then he saw the figures eyes and he shook his head. The fool had opened the book. "If you have made it this far, the clues I have left have brought you here." the figure smiled an evil smile. He knew that type smile.

"Run!" Damion said grabbing Pez's hand and began running towards the throne. Grinding sounds could be heard behind them as walls moved to close off the way back up that they had come. The ceiling in the room before them began to decend.

Pez had a horrible gut feeling. Something definantly wasn't right about this. This couldn't be it surely? No, this was way too easy. She looked around the room. It seemed so normal compared to the other rooms they had just vacated where they may have both met their demise. Together, Pez and Damion were too smart, even for childish games such as these.

As Pez was looking around the room, something upon the throne caught her eye. A shimmering light started to glisten and rise up from the floor. It formed into a man. He spoke a language that Pez hadn't heard for what seemed like an eternity. She was quite shocked that she, herself could understand this man. Let alone Damion too.

As this man spoke in tongues, Pez shook her head. She knew The Book wouldn't be here. It was too easy. Her red eyes never left the man's as he spoke to the couple. It wasn't long before Pez's eyes became mere slits. This man had opened The Book. he was of The Order. Pez clenched her fists, trying to contain her anger as the man continued to speak.

Even before Damion spoke Pez knew that sort of smile. She'd seen it plenty of times before. Especially upon the lips of her brother. Pez grabbed hold of Damion's hand tightly and they both began to run towards the throne. She gasped and looked up and around herself as she heard grinding sounds. The walls behind them blocked where they had just come from and the ceiling had begun to decent. "What now?!" Pez called to Damion over the grinding sounds. "How dare he speak to me like that! Does he not know who i am?" Pez said angrily.

The shimmering figure disapeared. When they reached the throne, Damion began checking it out as quickly as he could. He looked at the base of the throne and then grabbed the box and sat down on the throne pulling Pez into his lap. The throne began sinking into the floor. He held Pez tightly to him as the throne sunk down and kept going till it came down into along a wall in another chamber.

"Now that is something I don't want to do again." he whispered. With Pez in his lap, he felt her soft body against his and felt her warmth. "Are you alright?" he asked her not moving his arms from about her.

Pez stood and watched Damion check out the throne. He then grabbed the box and herself, pulling her to his lap. His grip was a little too tight for her liking but she was it was for her safety. She gasped as the throne begun sinking into the floor, "Ohh...." She grumbled as it sunk down inot another chamber.

As they landed Damion spoke. Pez remained silent, her heart pounding. She was sure he'd be able to feel it. "Uhh....yeah i'm fine i think," She replied to him slightly breathless. "How did you know that the throne would end up here?" She asked curiously, forgetting she was on his lap for the time being.

"It didn't look as if it was built to stay in one place." he whispered, one hand begining to storke her back. "There didn't seem to be any other way out of that room, so I took a chance." he chuckled. He continued to hold her as long as she didn't move or complain. Not only did she feel good in his arms, but she smelled good. Not like your normal devils that had that smell of sulfer and brimstone at times.

"I think we have a way out." he told her as he looked past her to an open archway that seemed to lead to a staircase that went up.

Pez felt Damion's hand stroke her back. It sent tingled across her entire body. She couldn't help but smile a little. She sighed softly and closed her eyes for a moment. Then Damion pointed out a way to vacate the room. "Well...shall we go?" She asked as she slid herself off his lap and stood up. She turned around and smiled to him, "Let's rock this bitch," She said with a grin, making her way to the staircase.

((Sorry it's so short!))

He looked at her as she slid from his lap sighing. He licked his lips slightly thinking of what he would love to do to Pez if he had the chance. He rose from the throne and took the wooden box with him. As he walked towards the archway and stairs he opened the box. In it lay a scroll that glowed with magic. It was protected from the ravages of time. Any other scroll would have been dust by now.

"Looks like we may have another clue. We will look at it when we get out of here and to a place of safety. He put the scroll in his inner coat pocket and carried the box. He walked behind her admiring her firm ass.

Pez paused and looked back at Damion as he opened up the box he was carrying. A scroll glowing with magic was all that was inside. "Hm...i'm not too sure about that one," Pez stated as she watched Damion place the scroll into his coat. "We'd best be careful about that..." She said as she turned back and continued her way up the stairs, being extra careful not to set any other traps off. "So where do we go from here Damion? All i can see is step after step!!" She exclaimed as she continued to follow the stairs upwards.

"I don't think we have to worry about traps anymore. If we have made it this far it is ment for us to get out." he moved past her and began climbing the steps faster. It was not long before they came out through an opening in the jungle a distance from the other entrance. As they exited the underground pyramid there was more grinding sounds and stones slid into place covering the stairs, from the bottom up to the exit.

As they stood there their attention distracted, the air moved by them and Damion felt the wooden box ripped from his hands and then there came the laughter of someone and it faded in the dark. Damion cursed and then shook his head and reached inside his coat to make sure that the scroll was there. He breathed a sigh of relief and then took Pez's hand and began making their way back to her motorbike. "Time to get out of here."

Pez slid to the side and allowed Damion past her. She begun jogging up the stairs to keep up with his big strides. She was relived when they managed to get out. The smell of fresh air was more than relieving! Pez was happy that there were no more devil traps. She feared that they may be entombed within the pyramid for the rest of eternity. As they both emerged out into the vast jungle once more, another grinding sound was heard. Pez's heart begun racing until she realised that the pyramid was simply sealing itself up. She let out an enormous sigh of relief and crouched down for a moment or two.

Just as Pez stood up, the air around them moved past them and the wooden box was simply snatched from Damion's hands. This was followed by a haunting laugh. Pez whipped out her guns from their holsters in a flash and raised them, pointing in every direction. Breathing heavily, Pez replaced her guns as the laughter soon faded off into the night. She felt Damion take her hand and she held back as they started to make their way back to her bike, "Heh that's the best thing i've heard all day!" She exclaimed as they started to rummage their way through the midnight jungle.

Pez switched on a torch to help them see. The pyramid had made her slightly paranoid now. She jumped several times due to mysterious sounds and noises echoing through the night. "So what happens now Damion?" She asked, trying to make convorsation to kill the deadly silent night air.

"When we get the time, look at the scroll and see what it has to say. Preferably somewhere that your brother does not know of." He knew of a couple places that had magic protection from the unearthly beings. A safe house back in the states that he had created. It had magical runes placed about it along with spells that would prevent anyone he didn't want, from coming into the house. He noticed that she was a bit jumpy. He could not blame her. They had just left one hell of a death trap. What he wanted to know, was why did the man whose figure was magically produced, open the book. Especially when he was of The Order.

"We had best hurry. When that Devil that grabbed the box gives it to your brother and he see's it's empty, he will be coming back after us." Finally they got to the motorbike. He grinned knowing he would be holding on to her once more. Last time it felt good.

Pez nodded as she tried to think of somewhere that was safe, somewhere that her brother wouldn't disturb them. She couldn't think of a single place. Ever her place in Hell wasn't safe any more. Pez thought that she would leave the destination to Damion.

"Yeah, we'd best get a move on," She said, her British accent very pronounced. Pez relaxed a little as the motorbike came into view. She jumped onto her bike and let out a very relaxed sigh. It was as if she had just slipped into a nice hot bubble bath. She smiled and turned the key in the ignition, "Come on then old chap!" She said with a giggle as she revved the bike a few times.

When Damion was on the bike, Pez rode off into the night. She could feel her stomach rumbling, "Shall we stop off somewhere for the night?" She called back to Damion.

Stopping somewhere was not really an option for the moment. They had to put some distance between them and her brother. They had evidently followed them to the ruins and waited till they came back out to steal what they had found. Now that they were no longer trailing them, they could lose them and make it harder for them to find. "Lets just keep going for now. We can't go back to the city or your brother will surely find us there. I think I know of a place though but it will take us a few hours to get there and your brother will not have any idea of where we have gone. " he told her.

"There is a man I know that is down here. One not to.... shall we say well liked by the local police. He is one of the local Drug Lords and he has a plane that we can use to get back to the States so we can decipher the scroll. Don't worry, I will be able to control him. I put a spell on him some time ago and can refresh it. Make him do what ever I want."

Pez nodded and sped the bike up so that they would arrive at the destination quicker. The longer they were outside, the more vulnerable they became. "Let me know when we're close and you can direct the rest of the way okay?" Pez said over the sounds of the bike and the wind.

Pez wasn't too sure about Damion's contact. Normally a Drug Lord was a demon of some sort. She just hope for both their sakes that he wasn't. Pez was sure that Damion wouldn't put them into any danger. Especially not now at least. Even after everything the two had just been through, she still wasn't too sure whether she could trust Damion or not. He may be using her to get inside information on their mission. She just didn't know.

By now it was the dead of night. Pez was tired and hungry and getting a little irritable. The bike was going as fast as it would go and it seemed that they were still a long way from their destination.

It seemed like several hours on the bike. All the while his hands were on her stomach and they moved around a bit on it, feeling the firm but soft flesh beneath her shirt. He moved one hand so it was just bushing the bottom of her tits. He would not mind having some fun with Pez, even if she was a devil or half devil. His dickwas pressed up agaist her ass and he wondered if she could feel its hardness against them.

Finally the little town that the Drug Lord lived in came into view, or its lights did. He guided Pez towards it and the villa that the man lived at. When they arrived at the front gate, he got off the motorbike and knocked on the wooden gate. It opened and two men came out, he looked at them, raised a hand and snapped his fingers. They both seemed to go ridgit a moment and then acted as if they had seen friend that had been gone a long time. The gate was fully opened so Pez could drive her bike in. "They are now old friends." he grinned and told Pez.

As they drove for miles, Pez thought that Damion was getting bored. She felt his hands move from on top of her shirt to underneath. His hands were slightly cold and she jumped a little when his hands touched her bare flesh. She then felt his hands move up slightly, she could feel his thumbs just about touching her breasts. It sent sensual shivers up and down her body. She let out a gentle sigh and smiled softly. It wasn't long before she felt something pressing up against her ass. She frowned a little and went to turn to say something to Damion but something clicked in her mind and she continued to remain silent.

Pez felt so relieved when the lights of a nearby town came into view. She listened to Damions directions. Infront of then now was a large wooden gate. She wondered what they were trying to keep out, or even what they were trying to keep in. Pez watched as Damion controlled the two men at the gates. She looked to Damion with a small smile and she slowly drove her bike through the gates. Once she was a few feet away she stopped again and looked behind to see what Damion was doing.

Damion spoke a few more words to the two guards then approached Pez as they closed the gate and one of the men hurried up to the villa. He smiled and placed a hand on the small of her back and began walking up the path to the villa. "Ramon is a man that likes his privacy. Scattered about here are roving patrols of armed men, dogs and survalence cameras. He is in a very risky business with many competitors." he told her as they walked. "Oh and he is human. One of the few that are and he is very resourceful and cunning. He has to be to compete with those that are not human."

When they reachedthe villa, Ramon, a middle aged man with greying hair emerged, arms opened wide. "Damion, old friend." he called out. When he reached them he gave Damion a hug and slapped his back. "It has been way to long my friend." Then he looked at Pez and grinned, "Damion, you have been keeping things from me. Who is this Beautiful goddess you have brought with you." Ramon took one of Pez's hands and raised it to his lips, kissing the back of it. "Ramon Cardez, your servent." he told her.

Pez parked up her bike and went over to Damion who expalined why this place was so high on security. She was suprised to find out that his Ramon wasn't a demon. He had all the perfect characteristics of one. But he was human. As Pez looked around, Damion's words were true. The place was heaving full of guards, dogs and cameras. It felt a little invasive but whatever made this man felt safe was good enough for her.

As they approached the villa, Ramon was stood at the front with his arms wide open. It seems that they were both very familiar with each other. Pez stayed back, a little warey of them both. She couldn't help but smile when he politely kissed her hand, "Pez Diemos. Pleasure i'm sure," Pez replied with a small smile.

Damion could see Pez's hesitation and the look she had on her face. He wondered if she trusted him. "Not hidding Ramon. We more or less just met." This made Ramon's eyes light up and his smile broaden.

"So she is not your girlfriend." he gave Damion a look and received one back. Ramon got the message and he sighed. "Seems like someone has staked a claim, my dear." he gave Damion a mischevious grin. "Come, come, the two of you must be starved and can use some rest." he ushered them into the vill where he began sending servents off to get things ready. All about one could see that Ramon loved luxuary and also women, for there were several wondering around scantly clad.

"No Ramon, i'm not his girlfriend i'm sorry to say," She glanced over at Damion with a smile then looked back to Ramon. As they entered Ramon's humble abode, Pez's eyebrows raised. His villa was magnificent. It reminded her of home so much. Apart from the thousands upon thousands of tortured souls. Their screams of agony, the heat and so on.

"Ramon, you have a lovely home!" Pez exclaimed as she looked up at him. She could feel her stomach churning now. Pez walked over to Damion, "Well...Ramon seems nice enough. He sure does like his women doesn't he?" She said smiling. She begun to feel slightly at ease now.