The living survive the undead.

Chapter 4 - Dennie

CRACK 

"Robin in be careful!" Dennie yelled as Robin nearly fell through the floor of the factory for a third time now. "Sorry Dennie. It's difficult to tell what's stable and what's not." Looking over to Caleb Robin asked, "Are you okay? You haven't spoken much on the way here." Caleb quickly glanced at Robin, smiling softly and nodding. Robin knew something was up but didn't want to pressure him into asking. Letting his thoughts get ahead of him, the scientist nearly fell down a flight of stairs if there wasn't a banister there to catch him. Caleb chuckled behind him, "Don't let your thoughts get ahead of you Robin. We need you on our planet not the one in your head." Robin became flustered a little but played it down. Dennie scoffed her rat-like tail twisting and her ears falling flat atop her head as she motioned for them to carry on.

Neither of the boys liked Dennie as much as they should. She had saved them on numerous occasions that was true, if she wasn't there they would be a hoards snack. The problems with Dennie was that she was the type of person that doesn't gain friends easily, she was rude and she has the condition known as 'Resting Bitch Face'. The two appreciated that she had taken them with her but they just wanted a little bit of recognition if they save her or something akin to that type of thing. What the boys didn't know about Dennie was that she was a sorcerer of sorts. She never used her magic as it was blood magic, meaning she could only control the blood of her victim. The day she used it still haunts her and under no circumstances will she use is. To explain her out ward appearance to the world, she says that she was a part of a dangerous science experiment as a child. In this kind of world that kind of story is believable but in reality Dennie was a part of an accident in a potions lab. Several potions and solutions fell onto her and other people in the room, each giving the victims different results.

Suddenly a puff of black smoke appeared in front the trio. Dennie immediately raised her pistol. "Why Miss, don't you think it's a little rude to finger a loaded fire arm in front a man you barely know?" Marxihr smiled with his tail flicking in front of the gun. Dennie lowered the pistol, putting it back in the holster. Caleb's eyes grew wide with wonder as he knew exactly who this was. He had never had the courage to summon a demon of such magnitude but he was here in front of him right now. "You know who I am don't you Bird boy?" Marxihr's gaze shifted to Caleb, "Say my name then." Caleb gulped, his nerves over taking him and shutting off his voice box

"M-Marxihr." It came out barely above a whisper.

"Louder Bird boy. I can't here you." Marxihr teased, raising his hand to his ear. Dennie stewed in anger. "Marxihr." Caleb said, his voice gaining little confidence, "You are Marxihr. Demon of Lust. A succubus with the highest honour and right hand man to Satan himself." Marxihr's smile became un-human, spreading from pointed ear to pointed ear. "So you know of my work? Been reading the little books people have written about me? You shouldn't. They never can draw me correctly, I even posed from some of them." Spinning his cane in his hand the demon continued, "Do you know why I'm here then Bird Boy?"

"I...I don't know. Revenge?" Caleb asked. Stopping the cane he was twirling and slamming it to the floor, "No. I'm here on business." The demon's expression grew sinister, sending shivers through the trio. "What business is-?" Sharp claws retracted around Caleb's throat before he could finish. Dennie and Robin rushed forward however they were stopped by the black smoke engulfing their feet. "Let him go!" Dennie shouted as a cloud of the same black smoke engulfed their friend and the demon.

Inside the smoke, Marxihr had let go of Caleb but kept a grip on his wrists. "Sorry for the throat grabbing. What I actually wanted to do was this." Caleb had barely any time to process anything before he felt Marxihr run his tongue over his neck and along his jaw line. "Wha-What?" Caleb murmured. Pulling back, Marxihr purred, "Can't move too quickly into a deal now can we?"

Dennie and Robin saw the black smoke slowly subside into shot around their feet. Caleb was still shocked when they rushed over to him. "What happened? What did he do? Are you okay?" Both of them bombarded him with questions. "Huh? Oh I'm... I'm fine. Let's just continue." The boy's voice was weak as he tried to stand. As Caleb turned to Robin and Dennie, their faces were twisted in shock. "What is it?" He asked and only received a motion to his neck. Swallowing the lump in his throat, he ran his hand over his neck to find nothing. No marking, bruise, lumps. He pulled a mirror out of his bag and held it up. The small hand mirror nearly fell out of his hand as he saw a large etching of a summoning. No. A large etching of Marxihr's summoning symbol on the junction on his neck, running from the edge of his jaw to the base of his neck, where Marxihr ran his forked tongue over.

A loud crash sounded as Ryder stood in the door, rubble and shot surrounding him "So, what did I miss?" The half demon's smile was all too wide for Dennie's liking.