Demongelics Those That Follow

By DeAnrus McCallister

Demongelics Those That Follow (Demongelics Series-Part Two)

Dorian Berringer continues to battle the Demon influence while balancing the responsibility of raising and providing the "Vital life force" for a new species. Dorian's passionate desire to align with Samuel Thornton erupts as they make their way through an endless array of turmoil, which ultimately threatens their lives. Dorian is forced to conquer evil. Will those who witness follow? Could it get any worse? The Demongelics must multiply not divide!

• Language: English
• Publisher: DeAnrus McCallister
• Release date: Nov 23, 2012
• ISBN: 9780984661343

DeAnrus McCallister

DeAnrus McCallister holds a Ph.D. in Metaphysics. DeAnrus is an Ordained Interfaith Minister, Medium, Author, Lecturer, and has had a private practice mentoring hundreds of people, both spiritually and progressively to attune their lives for almost two decades. DeAnrus is intersexed, a vegetarian, and passionate about animal rights, the environment, and equality for all humans!

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Demongelics

Those that follow

DeAnrus McCallister

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Demongelics Series- Part Two

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Chapter 1

Drake rushed to Dorian’s chambers after being summoned by security. What’s this, the third time he’s having these convulsions? he asked frustrated. Where’s Elliot? Has he been notified? he questioned, climbing the residential staircase.

Yes, Sir, the staff nurse is with him and Dr. Hammond’s en route. I believe it’s the fourth time this week he’s had an episode, Vincent acknowledged, holding the door for him.

Drake headed straight for Dorian, asking, How long has he been down? Have you given the injection? Drake turned his attention to the nurse, eyeing his watch.

Yes, Sir, the medication’s already on board, and I expect he should be easing into it at any moment. It seems the symptoms are lessening, she answered.

Who’s this woman speaking to me? Drake quipped.

Vincent replied, Sir, Ms. McGovern is our resident nurse. He rolled his eyes, noticing the children come in and make a beeline for Dorian’s bedside. Vincent got on his radio, requesting assistance. Sir, I’m aware they should be in the Academic Center right now. They keep fleeing the building, he offered, feeling Father Berringer’s dismay.

Are you suggesting the head of my security can’t control children? Mr. Gomez, I highly recommend you pull it together and stop allowing these manipulations, he said in a stern voice.

Sir, in all due respect, they’re not exactly just children, he responded, exasperated with their behavior.

Drake turned his attention to Dorian. My dear boy. He paused, staring at his frail body. May God have mercy and bestow you with the strength and courage to endure this challenge, he affirmed.

Dr. Hammond entered, taking his stethoscope from his pocket. Father Berringer, I’d like an opportunity to examine him, if you don’t mind, he said.

Vincent, clear the room, Drake stated, hearing a knock at the door.

A Security Officer arrived to return the children to the Academic Center. Liam dove onto the bed clutching his father’s head. Zenya followed, turning to growl at the man as he got closer. He reached toward Zenya, and she bit his hand, causing him to withdraw, looking at Vincent in sheer disbelief.

Enough, Drake commanded. Vincent, wait outside the door. The rest of you, get out!

The officer quickly exited the room, looking relieved, cupping his hand in pain. Dr. Hammond asked the nurse to take him to the infirmary, still waiting for Drake’s approval to proceed.

Drake offered Elliott a nod, arbitrarily placing Zenya in a side chair. He looked at Liam, who was clutching Dorian’s hair, and decided it was best to leave him alone, distinguishing this child to be far less willful than his twin.

Elliott opened Dorian’s black robe and listened to his irregular heartbeat. He noticed Dorian was beginning to wake from the medicine that sedated him earlier. Dorian appeared somewhat lucid as Elliott began to speak freely to Drake.

"Father Berringer, this is the best course of action my two esteemed colleague’s and I could devise at this point in time. Our team of doctor’s consulted on numerous occasions, deciding how to best support him with this neurological disorder he’s developed. We concur; this injection is the most viable solution, as long as his symptoms don’t escalate any further. Being the only adult species of his kind, it’s often hard to discern a course of treatment. His chemical make-up alone is far different than any human species.

We’ve formulated a chemical compound that’s able to effectively stop his convulsions. We began this regiment, as needed; however, it’s best to administer medication more regularly to avoid these problems we’re now finding. Let’s bring Dorian’s dosages to twice daily. It’s unfortunate, but injections will be the treatment; as of now, it doesn’t exist in a pill form, Elliott explained.

Why do you suppose this is happening? Drake asked.

His human body’s fighting becoming a Demongelic; almost as if it was some type of disease. Physically, he’s working overtime to combat this transition, ultimately, rejecting the mutation in different ways. We believe this explains symptoms we’ve been witnessing; hence the imbalance, trembling, twitching, fatigue, anxiety, leading irrevocably to the convulsions, he explained, continuing his examination.

What’s our preeminent course of treatment beyond these injections? Drake questioned.

Elliott responded, Proper nutrition. Father, he’s significantly underweight. Aquatic therapy could be an option. His muscles and soft tissue become constricted when his symptoms escalate. We believe this to be one of the unfortunate side-effects of the medication. As you might have noticed, he also develops a false erection.

Yes, how ill-fated. Is it painful? Drake wondered, lifting Dorian’s robe slightly.

Only if it doesn’t subside, then I suppose, Elliott remarked.

My staff advises he skips meals quite often. He’s a vegan; it’s hard to get much into him besides fruits and vegetables. Let’s discuss the children. Do you suspect feeding them his vital life force, through his blood, is affecting his health? Drake questioned.

Elliott conveyed, "His health’s directly linked to the children. It’s reciprocal; if he’s malnourished, he’s not providing properly. When the children draw upon him, he’s being drained. Giving blood twice daily to growing children will require a certain level of stamina. Father, I can only equate this to a mother breastfeeding. I simply have no other patients who live this way. It’s best when a mother breastfeeds, she maintains proper nutrition. It leads me to believe the same holds true for administering blood.

"Subsequently, this rapid progression in the children’s growth, sustained soon after birth, is a concern. Therefore, it’s recommended the children continue to breastfeed to sustain nutrients.

I’m sure you’re aware, Dorian’s parental skills are lacking. He’s barely able to lead his own life. The children need proper direction and guidance. Although Dorian’s spiritual, he’s not exactly worldly, Elliott confided.

Suddenly, he caught Drake glancing in Dorian’s direction. Elliott regretted speaking his opinions openly, as he recognized Dorian was now fully awake.

Chapter 2

Samuel was outraged as he entered his penthouse, with his entourage close behind him. He headed straight to the mini-bar in his elaborate home office. He literally threw his briefcase onto his desk, uttering under his breath. Apollo beat him to the bar, pouring them both a glass of whiskey.

What do you intend to do, Samuel? Shelby asked, kicking off her heels, wondering what he’d say.

He downed his first drink, cueing up a second. I’ve been asking that question the whole flight home. Honestly, I can’t believe Drake has put me in this position. I’m pretty much screwed any way you look at this. I can tell you what would make me happy; killing my fucking mother. That might brighten my hope for the future, he said with contempt.

Wait, isn’t she already dead? Ramon asked, as he plated a slice of pizza for him. He was grateful they’d stopped for food before arriving at Samuel’s building.

Well, strike that off the list. What’s next my liege? Apollo inquired, wolfing down his slice.

God, Apollo, take a breath and give me a bite, will you? Shelby insisted, playfully arm wrestling him.

Ramon checked messages and indicated, Father Berringer called. God, you don’t think she’s dead, do you? I mean, was it some sort of faked stabbing; you know, staged to freak us out?

Samuel rolled his eyes. Would you two stop fucking around over there? I need to concentrate, he insisted.

Come on, Sam, lighten up; it’s almost midnight. Eat your pizza, chill out, and let’s talk this through. There’s always a way out. We’ll put our heads together and think of something, I’m sure, Shelby assured him.

Yeah, buddy, look what the hell we’ve already been through. Let’s put all our options on the table and find a solution, Apollo directed.

Samuel said, Excuse me, and exited the room.

Ramon waited for him to leave before saying, Do you two understand how serious this is? I guarantee he’s upset; we’re all, somehow, involved in this conspiracy. This is an absolute nightmare. It’s never ending!

Apollo replied, I know, I know, we’re just exhausted. Look, in truth, Dorian has killed four people at the hotel, just two weeks ago. It’s not like we personally knew anything about it when it happened.

Shelby added, We didn’t know about it, but we know now; isn’t that the point? God, it’s hard to believe that a man could take another’s person’s life.

He’s not just a man; he’s a Demongelic, man, Shelby. Apollo interrupted. Why does everyone keep forgetting that one minor point? I’m concerned; he’s violent, without that Angel inside him!

Shelby confirmed, What was it, two snapped necks, one guy’s head was ripped open, and a lady was forced to swallow her gun. I know they raped him, but that’s an exceptionally, fierce reaction, especially in front of the children. Do you guys think Dorian’s safe to be around? Should Samuel honestly stay in this relationship? He’s got to be questioning this.

First off, let’s remember, he’s got a Demon inside him. Second, his kids are just like him. I’d imagine they don’t know any better. Third, he’s Samuel’s brother. Is anyone besides me questioning this shit? Where was I, I lost count? he said, watching the door.

You were at four, Ramon interjected.

Yeah, right, and fourth, Apollo continued. "Father Berringer’s his father, leaving him vulnerable. As the CFO he’s legally liable for the escort business that we’re faced with. I mean, alright, so these bad guys who got killed were connected to this group. They’re basically running a service for our members to have their sexual needs met for profit.

Okay, they want restitution for the loss of two of their esteemed members and their wives. Like, it’s not bad enough, we found out we’re subsidizing this branch of business; now they won’t accept a payoff for their loss. Apparently, they’d rather we stay involved. Talk about fucked up, right? Apollo stated with strong intent.

It’s actually understandable. They don’t want to be stricken from our society because our members worldwide utilize their service. Take us out of the equation and they don’t have a clientele. Technically, it’s about maintaining a level of purity. They provide a high caliber of service, and women are free to leave when they wish, Shelby explained, not realizing Samuel had returned.

Samuel changed his clothes, dressing in jeans and a casual button shirt. He announced, "I’m sorry for having engaged in this illegal operation. Had I known all this before we left, I’d have never involved any of you. I only knew there was a huge financial matter that needed my immediate attention and obviously, decided to bring my team with me.

It’s important to know, you’re welcome to disengage. No judgments, clean break, like it never happened. Of course, I’ll financially work out an attractive exit package for each of you, which I highly recommend you endorse, no looking back!

What kind of numbers are we talking about, Sam? Apollo questioned, raising an eyebrow.

Probably far better than you deserve, buddy, Samuel countered.

You don’t have to tell me twice. I’m in, Apollo replied, standing and looking at Shelby.

Yeah, me, too, Samuel, but I’m curious about what you plan on doing? Are you going to stay on? Will you still be with Dorian, you know; after what he’s done? she asked, slipping her shoes back on.

Let’s just say, it remains to be seen, he offered, turning his attention toward Ramon, waiting for his response.

Ramon glanced at the bag he was holding. Going somewhere, Sam? he asked.

Yes, I am, Ramon, he answered.

Is it safe to assume you’re going to the Manor tonight? he asked, worried.

I’m thinking it’s safe to assume, yes, Ramon, he volunteered.

I know it’s a tad forward of me to ask, but what the hell. We’ve been through an awful lot together and I feel… He paused, getting somewhat choked up. I can hardly imagine life without you. All our years together have meant a great deal to me. Selfishly, I loathe Dorian’s ability to sweep you off your feet. I’m wondering why you weren’t remotely curious about me.

Sam asked the others, Is this guy for real or what?

Apollo remarked, Looks like someone’s had a crush on the boss man.

Shelby agreed. Look at his sad face, Samuel. At least offer him a hug; he’s heartbroken.

Alright, you’ve all had fun at my expense. Just leave it alone! Ramon rebutted defensively.

Sam drew Ramon close, offering a gentle kiss on his lips and whispered, Thanks for everything, honestly hating to see him go.

Overcome, Ramon replied, You know I love you, Samuel, right?

He smiled. I guess I do now, huh? he said.

Don’t play with me, Samuel Thornton, Ramon replied, offering a warm embrace. He suddenly returned the kiss, driving his tongue into his mouth, wanting to taste him.

Apollo pulled Ramon off, Alright, buddy, reel it in, Love Doctor. Come on, Sam, we’ll walk you out, Apollo offered, grabbing his own bag off the floor.

The others retrieved their things and followed them, heading to the parking garage. Apollo draped an arm on Samuel’s shoulder as they approached the car. He proclaimed, So, looks like this is it. It’s been real. Take your time and think this all through; I’m sure you’ll make the right decisions.

Samuel threw his bag into the trunk and eyed Apollo, saying, Oh, shut the fuck up already and just get in.

They all looked at him strangely when Apollo asked, When did you figure it out, man?

Well, how about, for starters, you’re all carrying your luggage with you?

Yeah, so what? Apollo replied

Dude, you all live right below me, he countered.

Right, so I’ll drive the floating couch. That way, you can have a drink.

No, I think I’ll stay in a state of grace and count my blessings, he said, looking at them with gratitude.

Alright then, Shelby, ride shotgun and we’ll brainstorm how to get our boy out of this mess. Ramon, hop into the back with Sam, you know, just in case he needs to make out with you again, Apollo mocked as they got inside the vehicle and headed to New Jersey.

Chapter 3

Samuel departed the guest chambers in the residence hall several doors from Dorian’s. He knocked on his door, poked his head in, and called for Dorian. Sam was surprised he didn’t answer. He glanced at his watch, noticing it was 6:00am. Exhausted, he walked through the loft, finding Ramon waiting for him.

Good morning, Samuel, Ramon offered.

Morning, he muttered, asking if he’d seen anyone this morning.

If, by anyone, you mean Dorian. No, I haven’t seen him. But, if you remember, our accommodations in the guest quarters wing puts us somewhere due South a good three hours out, he quipped with obvious sarcasm.

Point taken. I’ve got to confess, I don’t even know where that is; this estate’s so damn large, Sam said.

Yeah, well, if it wasn’t for the map on my travel itinerary, a flare gun, and my trusty compass ring, we might have not made it back, he volunteered.

Alright, dually noted, I get it. Hey, Moe, where’s Larry and Curly? Samuel shot back, descending the staircase with Ramon.

A Three Stooges reference; nice, Sam. Didn’t they get caught in a house of horrors, too? he remarked.

Not sure, I think that might have been Abbott and Costello. It’s a tad before my time, but you’re somewhat older, he offered, knowing Ramon hated discussing age.

Ah, hello, what, by two years? I hardly think that’s a time warp travel for you. Now, if we’re concerned about age, I’m thinking eighteen versus twenty-eight by far is the winner here. Besides, Dorian probably never heard of any of them! Ramon countered.

Dorian doesn’t watch television, he rebutted dismissively.

Samuel stopped dead in his tracks, spotting Clarissa standing near the library talking with Apollo. Ramon literally walked into him, not realizing they’d be looking for a quick detour.

Dammit, he said. "She’s the last person I need this morning.

Darling, good morning, Clarissa said, waltzing over to greet him.

She kissed his cheek in the usual manner when he replied, Sorry, Mother, I don’t have time to talk; I’m all tied up, or would it be better to say, strapped for time. You choose; it’s all a blur to me now.

I can hear your sarcasm and don’t appreciate your tone, son, she protested.

You’ll have to forgive me, Mother; it’s only been about two weeks since you had me up for sacrifice. I guess I’m still a bit testy, he remarked, heading toward Drake’s office to let the games begin.

Everyone followed, including Shelby, who’d been working in the conference room and heard them coming up the stairs.

Boy, it didn’t take Drake long to get the Temple back in order, Sam remarked, noticing the roof had already been repaired.

You’d hardly know there’s been any criminal activity here at all, he offered, deciding to open the can of worms. "Where’s his majesty, conducting a beheading or, perhaps he’s in a darkened corner, molesting Dorian? I’m sorry, that’s right; it was to take care of his needs," he conveyed in contempt.

Clarissa casually closed the office door, not wanting Samuel’s tongue lashing ringing through the Temple. I’d rather talk with you in person, dear, but I suppose you’ll not honor my request, being you’re already aggravated, she said.

Please, everyone prepare to take a seat. There’s fresh coffee and tea on the mini-bar, if anyone cares for a beverage, she offered.

Clarissa asked Shelby, Dear, would you mind pouring me a cup of herbal tea please?

Samuel volunteered, Oh, please, allow me, mother. He eyed the mini-bar. I’m sorry; it seems we’re out of the Kool-Aid he had you drinking the other night.

Shelby handed him tea, looking at him wide-eyed. She whispered, Here, I poured it already.

Ramon and Shelby sat with their coffee. Samuel grabbed two protein drinks, tossing one to Apollo, noticing it was the same Dorian drank.

Seriously, where’s Dorian? he asked, sitting on the arm of Ramon’s chair near the fire.

Son, I just got here. Honestly, you assume far too much. I believe there was a delivery of livestock arriving today. I can only guess, Dorian’s involved, she replied calmly.

Frankly, I’m not in the habit of finding you unglued. Might I remind you, dear, we lead by example. Your behavior is both unbecoming and unpleasant to witness. Look at your assistant; he appears disturbed by your demeanor, she offered in earnest.

If I may, the only concern would be you, Ms. Thornton. Last I looked, you were dead, Ramon voiced with uncertainty.

Oh, this should be good, Apollo said, leaning back in his chair.

Clarissa, are you dead or what? Shelby pointedly asked.

Clarissa began, It’s quite simple. Exactly twenty-eight years ago, we tried to initiate the ceremony you witnessed Dorian and Skylar go through two months ago. It was a private ceremony with council members and the Priests of the High Order. Samuel, your grandfather had first tried this ceremony when Drake was born. It didn’t quite work out in the way they’d planned. Years later, Drake tried it for your birth. Once more, it was a private matter with few participants. It initiated the potential energy needed, but didn’t manifest what was meant to occur, she explained, taking another sip of her tea.

Wait, are you suggesting Samuel was a failed attempt in some ceremony? Apollo asked.

Well, I suppose, that’s one way of looking at it. I’d like to think of it more as an event not yet ready to manifest a potential Demongelic. However, we did create a wonderfully, brilliant, young man. He was given to my husband and me to raise ourselves. Being Samuel’s adoptive father, Armand Thornton couldn’t produce his own offspring. She looked at Samuel in a supportive manner. Son, Armand co-founded the foundation. He and Father Berringer were practically like brothers. When Armand died, his wish for you was to financially lead this society, which you’ve done and made us all proud, she told him.

Samuel rubbed his forehead in pain, saying, I almost don’t really want to ask. Because of some ceremony you’re what, undead?

Don’t be silly, Samuel. Let’s just say the powers that be have spared my life and the wound healed. I can’t tell you anymore beyond that. Don’t underestimate the Temple and this sacred space. We know the war exists between light and dark, which is why we’ve worked hard to balance both sides equally. We’ve determined God rules over both and wish to honor all creation, even if it doesn’t always appear to look favorable. We know that it’s not our place to judge such things. That’s why our congregation is far superior, Clarissa affirmed with pride.

This is a heavy load of shit, Apollo blurted out.

Shelby voiced her thoughts, "So, if I understand this correctly, you’re suggesting there’s been many attempts to create a Demongelic. It began with Samuel’s grandfather producing Drake in a ceremony. Obviously, shit happened, because he’s got some serious paranormal activity going on. He tries this with Samuel when he’s born. It failed to produce a Demongelic. Drake gives Samuel to Clarissa and Armand to care for, seemingly under his watch. He mates with Elaina Lakeshire and produces Skylar. Eventually, he picks a surrogate, planting his seed to create Dorian for the sole purpose of this ceremony. Obviously, he’s now in complete control.

Interesting, this hints at why he’s so protective of Dorian. I’m guessing he must have somehow known this ceremony was going to succeed, Shelby surmised. She paused for a moment to gather her thoughts.

"Finally, when Dorian comes