Demongelics: When Worlds Collide (Demongelics Series - Part Four)

By DeAnrus McCallister

Demongelics
When Worlds Collide - Demongelics Series - Part Four

Liam and his twin sister Zenya reveal a secret about their father Dorian which devastates Samuel. Together they set upon a quest to protect the future generations of the Demongelic species.
The Demongelics face off with an unrelenting source of evil that works to take over the Manor and completely infiltrate the Temple of VERITAS and its clergy. Liam uses his Vital Light Force to awaken a beast-like creature not seen by mankind for centuries. Things turn violent as their combined forces reign terror upon the hierarchy and all the residents at the Temple of VERITAS.
Can lives be spared or will innocence be lost? Will religious vows be broken? Will the Demon prevail? Can the Angel of Mercy protect, guide and not forsake Liam during his true test of courage and strength? This looming threat beckons the question of what will happen when worlds collide.

DeAnrus McCallister holds a Ph.D. in Metaphysics and is an Ordained Interfaith Minister, Medium, Author, and Lecturer. DeAnrus has had a private practice mentoring hundreds of people both spiritually and progressively to attune their lives for almost two decades. DeAnrus is an internationally well-known Author of the Demongelics Series: Demongelics The Temple of VERITAS, Demongelics Those That Follow, Demongelics No Man Is Mortal and Demongelics When Worlds Collide.
DeAnrus is intersexed, a vegetarian, and passionate about animal rights, the environment, the oceans, and equality for all humans!

• Language: English
• Publisher: DeAnrus McCallister
• Release date: Apr 27, 2015
• ISBN: 9780984661381

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

When Worlds Collide

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DeAnrus McCallister

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DEMONGELICS When Worlds Collide

Demongelics Series Part Four

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Table of Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 1

Liam awkwardly stood in his grown body. Confusion blurred his ability to conceptualize the marked difference of his stature. He didn’t flinch when Ghost began licking drops of blood from his skin. Mystified, Liam claimed his small pajamas and stared, now comparing them to his seemingly, adult body. Surrendering to the shift, he wiped his arms and hands off on the useless material and tossed it aside.

His palms were still tingling as he gazed at the morning sky thinking of his father. He desperately searched the clouds hoping to catch one last glimpse of him. Nothing remotely similar revealed itself, but he figured it was worth a shot. He’d been reflecting on what the Angel had told him and his father’s last words.

Liam was overcome as this life changing event whirled around in his head. The haunting duality of being afraid he’d forget, yet feeling he didn’t want to remember, punished his thoughts. He sensed an essential part of his father was within, or was it his mind taunting him with a yearning sensation. He swallowed, still tasting the Blood Life Force that pulsated throughout his immortal being.

The wind made a slight rustling sound through the tree tops blowing his lengthy, dark hair. He grasped a strand, eyeing its familiar scent and dense texture. He quickly realized it much resembled his father’s and he gently held it against his cheek. He sighed, allowing the wind to take it from him.

Liam knew he needed to eventually face his father Samuel and somehow, give him the news. But how, what could he say? I drank all his blood and drained his energy. Oh, and he potentially gave me his voice, I think? He hadn’t yet tested it, besides the sound of his own anguish. The taunting twist of fate having procured a voice, while being petrified to speak his truth, challenged his sense of nobility.

He’d been playing the scenario over in his head and deeply felt it would have been better if it had been him. Not his father, not the man who now equaled his own age. He’d barely had a life, and what he did have was taken. Essentially, it was stolen really, vacant, disrespected and violated. Liam struggled with his memories and all the tribulations he’d watched his father endure.

The Angel had warned of his impending conflicts and foreseeable obstacles. Was he prepared to contend with such inevitable spectacles? He cringed, thinking of his lost childhood and how simply losing his writing tablet from school had almost sent him into a tailspin. Surely, the new challenges ahead were bound to escalate, as an adult-like Demongelic of eighteen.

It wasn’t long ago that he could remember looking at his father Dorian, thinking; did you ever have a childhood? Are you really prepared to be an adult at eighteen? Father Samuel appeared to be far worldlier and better able to maintain relationships and hold an occupation.

Liam knew nothing about these matters. He’d only had a brief connection with Zenya before she raced headlong into adulthood. He thought of his new siblings Raven and Edgar. He assumed he was Raven’s uncle. After all, she was birthed by Zenya. It was all so confusing and even more so now. He thought I need a new story to match my life, if only I knew my own secrets; so they would be mine to give away.

He leaped onto the rail next to his Gargoyle friend and recognized he appeared taller now as he stood beside him. Well, really, not too tall. He figured he was probably close to, if not, the same height as his father Dorian had been. He estimated 5 feet, maybe 5 inches. He glanced down and ran his slender fingers across his own gaunt, frail looking body. Liam felt his hair-lined tail coil around his thigh revealing his nervous apprehension.

Liam’s wings spontaneously poked out when he felt the wind pick up. He clung to his Gargoyle friend and rested his head against him to try and gain some clarity. His body ached, as his heart pounded against the stone cold beast holding him up. He offered his white light to his friend, oddly wishing they could fly away together, along with Ghost. Liam felt he would be disgraced. Taking off seemed like a plausible option before having to face anyone inside the Manor, especially Samuel.

Speaking of family, he wondered, was Samuel still his father? He actually felt more like an orphan with both his biological mother and father now dead. Being he was no longer a child, would Samuel still need to assume the role of Father any longer? He didn’t wish to obligate him to portray this role. After all, once Sam learned that he’d devoured Father Dorian’s Vital Life Force, he’d probably be permanently removed from the premises. What if he was locked in the basement like his father Dorian had been?

He felt a chill run through his body as he visualized how his father had been strung up inside the library. He felt his confusion claim his memory seeing his father suspended from the ceiling with his hands clasped above his head in agony. His breathing was rapid, clinging to his father’s leg when put on display. The community appeared astonished being corralled through the Demongelic exhibit. All eyes were upon them. He could still hear his father growling at anyone who came too close, or tried to touch his children.

He was lost in his thoughts staring toward the distance sky, when he heard a familiar voice call out from behind him.

Dorian, my God, we’ve been looking everywhere for you! Are you alright? Samuel said, having just landed on the rooftop with Zenya.

Liam was startled, frozen, and completely uncertain how to respond. It was instantly clear, Samuel didn’t recognize him. He slowly looked over his shoulder unable to speak. Samuel quickly ran toward him and held his hand out to assist him off the ledge. Liam reached for his hand and dismounted. He stood as an adult, for the first time, face to face with him.

Samuel instantly pulled off his shirt and put it on Liam. He stood buttoning it for him, recognizing it hung on him, being far too large. Oh baby, you had me worried sick! Sweetheart, are you hurt? he asked, feeling as if Dorian was in some sort of shock. When he didn’t answer, he kissed his lips. Sam immediately wrapped his arms around his waist, pulling him close.

He noticed Zenya had picked up the small set of pajamas that had been tossed aside earlier. Samuel instantly realized they were Liam’s. The bloodstains shocked him, and he searched the roofline looking for his child. Then, he peered over the edge of the roof, praying Dorian hadn’t been staring at him below.

"Dorian, he uttered. Where’s Liam? What happened? Was he with you? Please, tell me, did Drake fucking take him?" Samuel looked horrified as he held his breath waiting for a response.

Zenya observed a somewhat catatonic demeanor, as Liam stood unable to find his new voice. Sensing her Demongelic twin’s painful inability to convey a single word, she spontaneously took the lead. Zenya knelt and retrieved Liam’s childhood pajamas. She answered in a monotone voice, still holding the bloody material. Liam’s dead Father. Grandfather tried to take him, and I can sense the Angel of Mercy intercepted. Liam’s been re-claimed and has gone home to be with God. He’ll never return or be the same Demongelic ever again.

Another gust of wind rolled across the roofline. Zenya symbolically released the boy’s bloodstained pajamas, allowing them to be swept away toward the whistling treetops.

Chapter 2

Word spread like wildfire through the community that Dorian was recovered and Liam had been taken. People came throughout the day to worship services being held at the Temple of VERITAS. The outpouring of condolences and grief was unrelenting throughout members of the congregation. A rapid response of networking occurred and soon mourners were lined up outside. They brought flowers, wreaths and plush animals. Many were holding vigils by lighting candles and chanting incantations in a unified manner.

The priests were diligently streaming a vast amount of worshippers through the temple to pray and provide comfort to all devout believers. There was special attention paid to those who had personally been in attendance for the ceremony when Liam and Zenya were born. The staff became inundated with a sudden onslaught of esteemed guest and fellow clergy. There were many who had come a great distance to unite in faith during these troubling times.

Most who lived and worked within the compound barely had a chance to tend to their grief. Vincent and his staff were buried alive creating a safe environment, which overnight became a maximum capacity of guests. The immediate family was housed in the personal residence and hadn’t made an appearance, or stepped foot in the temple. Samuel’s message board and phones were inundated with condolences and everyone expressed a desire to connect. Ramon couldn’t possibly accommodate all the requests. Apollo and Shelby did their best to help field calls. All of them were consequently dressed in black in the event Sam was prepared to make an appearance.

He’d already spoken with Father Benton and several other council priests. It was agreed upon, that it was inevitable; they’d eventually need to make their way into the temple. At some point, they’d have to offer the congregation a ray of hope for the future of the Demongelic species. Father Molten and Father Bingham were tending to Dorian, unaware it was actually Liam.

Dr. Lester approached Samuel who was standing in the loft of the residence, located at the end of the hallway of the row of private chambers. He offered a nod to several clergymen as they dispersed after finishing their discussion. Sam looked haggard when he caught Neil’s gaze.

How are you holding up Sam? he asked confidentially.

Samuel rolled his eyes saying, I honestly don’t know, I’ve hardly had a moment to catch my breath.

Neil responded, Yes, I see that. I’ve been trying to get in your quarters for some time, but those priests haven’t let anyone through.

Yeah, it’s odd because last I looked, Dorian’s been sleeping. I think they’re in a prayer vigil or something. I’ve stopped asking question. What the hell do I know right? I’m only his fucking partner. I guess the collar trumps me here, he replied in a distant tone. Excuse me, please, he said somewhat choked up and headed down the hallway.

Neil watched, noticing Samuel went into Liam’s newly assigned room where Dorian used to sleep. He turned and walked in the opposite direction winding up in the loft area. He approached Ramon and asked, Can I see you for a moment please?

Ramon held up his slender index finger in front of him as he finished with a call. Neil scanned the area giving a nod to Apollo and Shelby who were speaking with several staff members. Apollo acknowledged him, but Shelby was engrossed. Seemingly, giving people shit over not following explicit instructions from earlier.

Neil casually glimpsed over the balcony, hearing voices and seeing people attired in black. Most were gathered in intimate circles, casually chatting. His attention became refocused when he felt someone tap his shoulder.

Did you need something Neil? Ramon asked in a solemn tone.

Ah, yes. I was wondering if you might know when I could evaluate Dorian. I’ve not been able to gain entry, Neil confided.

Ramon spied the familiar bag which housed his tools of the trade casually slung over his shoulder. He nonchalantly eyed him, thinking, he looked too young and rugged to be a doctor.

Neil noticed and asked, Is something wrong?

No. I was just thinking you shouldn’t be young and blond, instead gray with thick eyebrows. Regardless, let’s see what we can do, he replied.

Neil followed him to Samuel’s quarters and reiterated, Thick eyebrows huh? I’m guessing this is your way of saying you don’t like doctors too much.

That’s weak, loathe is more like it. You do seem young for your profession, he quickly answered.

That’s odd. I was thinking you and I were closer in age, he remarked.

It’s not polite to ask a lady her age, he rebutted. Ramon knocked on the door and gestured Neil to quickly step inside with him. Ramon spied Father Molten standing near the empty bed holding Dorian’s robe. Excuse me, Father. I’m sorry to interrupt. I believe Dorian needs to see his doctor, he announced.

Father Bingham came out from the bathroom asking Will for the robe and noticed they had company. Hello gentlemen. May I help you? he inquired.

Yes, please. Dr. Lester is here to assess Dorian, Ramon replied, taking the robe from Father Molten. How’s he doing?

He’s been resting the entire day. He’s not talking yet. I believe he’s still overcome, but we managed to get him into the bath to have a soak, Father Bingham responded.

Well, we shouldn’t burden you with such a menial task. I’m sure you need to tend to the flock, which by the way, is bursting at the seams downstairs. Thank you. I’m sure Dorian is grateful for the prayer and support his fellow brethren have shown. We’ll take it from here! he informed them, heading toward the master bath.

Neil gave them a cordial nod as he watched them reluctantly make their exit from Dorian’s chambers. He followed Ramon to the bath, surprised at how flawlessly he maneuvered through a potential confrontation. They entered the dimly lit bathroom that offered the soft glow of a crystal chandelier. Ghost was on the floor resting and glanced in their direction. Steam rose from the water as Liam’s hair floated, surrounding his head. His eyes were closed and he hadn’t stirred when they entered.

Neil slowly approached and sat on the edge of the stately soaking tub, while Ramon hung his robe nearby. He said softly, Hi, Dorian. It’s just Neil and Ramon. We’ve come to check on you. How are you feeling?

Liam opened his eyes and rose from beneath the water by sitting up. He glanced at them recognizing not even the soapy water was helping him come clean with his identity. Just say it, he told himself. ‘Speak your truth, you can do this!’ he urged himself, when he heard Ramon speaking to him.

Oh, Dorian, I can’t tell you what a relief it is to see you again. When I’d thought we’d lost you, my heart just broke. You have made a big impact on this entire congregation, and so many have come to see you and pay their respects. We are terribly sorry for your loss, but are so grateful you’re alive and well. It wouldn’t be the same without you. I can tell you, Samuel was frantic thinking of the remote possibility of not having you by his side. I personally don’t think he’d have ever recovered! he revealed.

Neil spoke, Yes, we’re sorry for your loss. Liam was a fine young man and we’re all thankful that he’s with God now. If this was his plan, Liam must be doing something grand. That child was an absolute Angel and I’m certain he’s at the hand of God, thankfully, looking down upon us all.

Liam felt he’d died a thousand deaths listening to these types of sentiments throughout the day. He clutched the sides of the tub trying to brace his body and mind for a life that seemed to be already crashing in on him. The seemingly, unidentified man simply froze, unable to speak, even though he was screaming inside.

Neil lightly touched his hand and said concerned, Dorian, I think it’s time you step out of the tub. Your fingers are shriveled and your hands seem cold.

He obeyed and stood reaching for his robe. Ramon instantly helped him step out and aided in getting him covered. Liam had seen his reflection and was shocked. What was worse, it somehow, made him long for his father. The resemblance was disturbing because it made him feel he’d somehow have to become his own father. He was still working through this confusion and hadn’t heard Neil saying, he’d like to examine him in the bedroom.

He blindly followed them and sat on the king-sized bed, which was brimming with soft pillows and a feathered down comforter beckoning for him to hide beneath. Ramon was working to dry his hair, as Neil reached for his bag left on a chair beside the bed.

Neil began the traditional rundown of a quick physical assessment. He listened to the unusual rhythm of a Demongelic heartbeat, and told him to rest on the bed. He instantly noticed his body got tense.

Dorian, just relax. You’re alright. I’m not going to hurt you, he assured him.

Ramon sat next to him and said, We’ll get through this together. I’m right here, just let me help you. He opened his robe and helped lift his feet so he could lean against the pillows. He hustled to the other side of the bed and got in beside Liam.

Neil watched curiously saying, Okay, whatever works, as he continued his examination. He noticed Liam’s eyes were pensive, darting from side to side, when he heard the door squeaking open. He turned to see Zenya had entered the room and come directly over to the bed.

Inquisitively, she asked, How is Father Dorian doing? Did Grandfather hurt him too?

Neil looked at Ramon, then back to Zenya when Samuel came hustling into the room.

Sam put his arms around Zenya pivoting her direction back toward the door. He advised, Honey, you need to wait with the others outside in the loft. Your Dad is seeing the doctor and can’t be with you right now.

Zenya was resistant. She was feeling a sense of urgency, NO. I need to see Daddy Dorian right now! she insisted.

Samuel didn’t tolerate misbehavior and corrected, Not going to happen, young lady. Your Dad is being cared for and you don’t belong in here.

She held onto the doorway and questioned, Why not? I’ve seen my father naked before, more than they have!

Alright, I’m not going to dignify that with an answer. Go see Apollo and wait for me please, he said in a firm tone, closing the door behind her. He crossed the room and stood next to Neil. Sam glanced at Ramon asking in a snide tone, You comfortable? Not wanting a response he questioned Neil asking, How we doing in here? He offered a painful smile at Liam and knelt to kiss his forehead.

Neil replied, I’m pleased to report he’s doing remarkably well, besides some minor cuts and abrasions. He pulled a syringe from his bag and advised, I’m going to give Dorian his evening dose. We’ll let him rest and leave you two alone.

Samuel stroked Liam’s hair and replied, You’re alright, baby. I thank God, you’re okay.

Ramon remarked, stroking Liam’s arm, Yeah, good news at last! See, we got through this as promised.

Neil injected Liam and Ramon talked to distract him, So, Sam, is this side of the bed yours?

Sam beaded his eyebrows and shot him a look.

Neil grinned, thinking Ramon’s demeanor was quite quirky. Oddly, he enjoyed the curious dynamic he’d been hearing lately between this tight knit cast of characters. It made him realize, prior to his arrival, his own relationships were pretty flat and drab.

Having not gotten a response, Ramon persisted. He said, I thought it might be because it feels somewhat frigid. He snuggled closer to Liam and continued, Now, this side is user friendly, more inviting. He lifted Liam’s hand as the medicine began making him drift, as he sprouted that incomparable erection it normally caused.

Neil casually covered his penis with the sheet, and began putting his tools away. Alright gentlemen, I’ve done all I can for him this evening. Within moments, he was packed and mentioned, I suppose I’ll see you downstairs in temple later.

Ramon asked, Do you think Dorian should attend service?

Neil looked at Sam and remarked, Well, medically he’s cleared. Samuel, I leave it to the two of you. No matter what you decide, I’m sure everyone will understand.

Oh right, yeah, as long as they’re not men of the cloth! Ramon interjected.

Sam hadn’t removed his eyes from Liam and indicated, Hey Neil, wait up. Why’s he twitching and acting weird here?

Neil returned and quickly re-opened his bag and scanned Liam’s pupils. He gripped his wrist and checked his watch for his pulse rate. He called out, Dorian, Dorian, can you hear me?

"What’s happening? Oh my God, please, do something!" Ramon shrieked, rising to his knees.

He’s having an allergic reaction to the medication. Hurry and turn him to his side, so he doesn’t choke, Neil urged.

Liam was coming close to having a seizure and was soon foaming at the mouth. Neil reached for another syringe filled with Benadryl to counter Liam’s dose and the symptoms instantly began to lessen.

The room grew calm and Neil stated, Alright, he’s fine now. Ramon, please grab a washcloth, let’s clean his face.

Neil watched Ramon jump to assist as he eyed Sam. Something’s just not right. This medication is completely formulated specifically to Dorian’s needs. I just don’t understand, he said confused.

Well, at least one questions been answered, Sam responded.

Neil looked puzzled and asked, What’s that?

I guess I’ll be attending the services alone this evening, he replied.

Chapter 3

It was midnight when the memorial service was held for Father Drake Berringer, their High Priest and Liam, his Demongelic grandson. All 800 seats had been claimed and the Temple of VERITAS had managed to accommodate over 1200 mourners, which was 200 beyond legal capacity. The cameras were streaming, allowing everyone on the lawns to be able to participate in the services via an outdoor viewing screen and loudspeaker system.

As usual, the temple was broadcasting live on its private network available to all official members worldwide. It had been a full scale event encompassing Mass, prayer, and a choral segment. There was also a traditional, mystical ceremony to include symbolic, custom dance.

Samuel sat in the front pew with Zenya to his right. Zenya dressed in her deceased mother’s attire, an onyx and gold cloak, which partially covered her face. Apollo sat beside her in a black, crisp suit. Shelby wore a black dress suit seated beside them. Newton, Samuel’s cousin and his wife Jessie sat right next to Ramon and Neil. They’d decided to keep the children in the residence, away from not only the crowds.

Ramon was displeased that Jessie had squeezed in and managed to secure a seat beside him. He kept feeling the crunchy crinoline ruffle of her dress. It was itchy and reminded him of a tutu. He kept whispering his annoyance to Neil every chance he’d gotten. He also complained about being able to practically taste her offensive, cheap perfume, it was so heavy.

Sam held Zenya’s hand through the ceremony and worked diligently to restrict his tears from erupting. He truly wished to be a source of strength for everyone involved. His thoughts kept drifting toward Dorian and he longed to be in bed with him. He just wanted to feel him inside his arms and comfort the pain. Samuel knew Dorian was far too overwhelmed and ill to face the evening.

Father Benton and the council priests lined the podium and took turns reciting applicable