Magdalena

Moknine was one of the smaller towns that dotted the Mediterranean coast of Tunisia. Brandy quietly made her way streetside toward her target. The high volume of tourists made it easy for her to ‘blend in’. She carefully picked her way through the volumes of clay pots that denoted the rich heritage this seaside town had. Paying careful attention to those shops spilling light into the street through their soiled panes Brandy steadily made her way toward The Olive Kiln, a local seaside hotel. Her target had been placed there fifteen minutes ago by Stormcenter satellites after nearly two weeks of tracking.

Brandy turned the corner and knocked a rather frail looking man into the cobblestone street and onto his butt.

“I am so very sorry,” Brandy said extending her hand to help the old man up while also attempting to keep her eyes on the front door of the Olive Kiln not a block in front of her.

“No ma’am it was my fault I should walk with my head up, my boots do just fine without my watching them.” he replied placing his bowler back atop his smooth, shiny head.

“She’s still in there.” He replied turning and continuing his slow journey.

Brandy walked up to the front door and entered quickly not realizing what the old man had said until she started up the stairwell toward the third floor. Stopping she momentarily thanked God for the information.

With a step that told of much training and with a practiced eye the lithe young lady entered the dingy hallway. Slowly she made her way toward a doorway at the opposite end; the only doorway emitting any light into the inky blackness that surrounded her. Straining her every sense Brandy cautiously continued down the hallway searching for the slightest atom out of place.

Her skintight bodysuit moved with her as if it were the hand of a lover. Unlike those men and women she had been with her ‘uniform’ was far more necessary to her well being. Composed of Kevlar laced with a fine mesh of microtubules it protected her from all but the most insistent of threats. Climate controlled though it was Brandy still could not suppress a chill as it ran through her bodysuit clad body. Knowing herself as she did she immediately realized that her reaction was not due to the environment but rather her shiver was a response from her ‘celestially’ attuned senses. One of the Infernal was nearby and may have sensed Brandy as well.

Finally reaching the door Brandy quietly focused her concentration on what was on the other side of the door. Reaching out with senses granted her as the Magdelena by Yahweh, Brandy silently prayed for the boon of sight, hoping to glimpse what was in store for her. The vision granted her did not register as something her earthly experience could explain, she saw two people laying on a bed joined at the torso like some kind of macabre domino.

Withdrawing from her prayers and focusing once more on the material Brandy deftly fingered the small belt pouch near her right thigh. Feeling the liquid metal stud fill her hand she willed it into an eight foot staff. Taking a step back into the hallway Brandy violently kicked the door right next to the doorknob. Exploding into the room Brandy followed the door passing it as she continued deeper in, leaving it hanging awkwardly on its bottom most hinge. Looking across the room and seeing in person what God was trying to show, Brandy now understood why her vision had not made sense.

On the small twin bed the demoness Lilith was in the process of consuming her latest john. She was ingesting him feet first with her genitals, thus the appearance of a fleshy, doubles domino.

“What now little girl? Will you attempt to dispatch me in my vulnerable state?” Lilith asked knowing that she could not reasonably fight in her current condition.

Brandy scanned the room for any immediate signs of any ‘lilins’ that normally were not far from Lilth when she manifested on our plane. Since turning her back on God and being banished she had purposefully mated with any and every Infernal being. The offspring of those unions provided the basis for her own personal army. The bevy of demonic beings fulfilling Lilith’s every wish.

“It is not my boon to dispatch you demoness. Senoy, Sansenoy and Semangelof have been granted that task by Jehovah. Their plans are unknown to me; I have come for the essence you guard.” Brandy shook off the mesmerizing affect of watching Lilith feed and searched the room for the small glowing vial that was her true target.

As her search progressed Brandy started hearing with increasing frequency small scratching and scrambling sounds in the rooms surrounding her and saw as well that only the shoulders and head remained of Lilith’s meal. Not wishing to encounter any of Lilith’s children, nor wishing to face Lilith herself, one on one, Brandy stepped up her search.

Three things then occurred simultaneously or as nearly so as we mortals would have been able to ascertain. Reaching into a small coat Lilith had apparently tossed onto the floor near the bed Brandy found the vial she had been sent to retrieve. At that moment a sudden onrush of demonic forms tore the door off its last hinge as her ‘lilin’ finally responded to Lilith’s silent calling. Brandy responded by flipping up the hood of her cloak, engaging the invisibility circuitry and launched herself out a nearby window.

She silently watched from across the street as the window continued to ooze demons as more and more children responded to their mothers call and searched for the Magdalena.