Rising Demon: Book Two Of The DarkSide Saga NEW EDITION

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Intro:

There is a part of the brain known as the Limbic System. It is a collection of structures that control everything from how the body regulates its breathing, through to sexual response. Damage to this area can result in dramatic changes to a personality; to the point where they cease to function within known acceptable human guidelines. The effect of a tumour in this area can be a slow descent into what is perceived as madness, and is extremely difficult, if not impossible, to treat with modern medicine or surgical procedures. Its location near the center of the brain means that ANY attempt to go in physically to repair or treat any damage is a very high risk operation. For a patient to emerge unscathed after such a procedure is highly unlikely, given that they may not survive in the first place.

What you are about to encounter is a man during his descent into madness. While, on the surface, there will be many times his sickness is not apparent, underneath the damage is increasing at an alarming rate.

What makes this a little more worrying, is the fact that he controls what is possibly the largest sexual social network the world had ever seen. Hundreds of thousands, if not millions, of souls seeking sexual gratification look to him to feed their desires. Given his inherent nature, he sees it as his duty to provide everything they need. He thinks he knows what they want, and, even if they don’t, he will make it happen.

How far, and how dark, can one man go?

Sample Chapters:

Rising Demon

Darkness Descending

Douglas Vaughan

Copyright © 2011 Douglas Vaughan

All rights reserved.

Produced through DSMedia

DEDICATION

This re-edit and relaunch is taking place several years after the book was born, but I don’t think it will do any harm to retrospectively dedicate its creation. Back in 2011 My life had just taken a major turn, in hindsight for the better, and My career as a writer began. After a very wobbly start, I was noticed by a small group of ladies who run a book blog online. Through their pages, Orchard Book Club, they helped Me launch this and subsequent books in the DarkSide Saga. I can honestly say that without their help and guidance, not to mention incredible generosity with their time, I doubt that any of My work would have seen the light of day. To the struggling writer that I was they were a very welcome lifeline, and, with remarkable patience, they showed Me what was needed for My books to get out there.

I know it is a little late, but to you, the ladies of Orchard Book Club, I give My sincere thanks. Rachel and Nic, you are diamonds, and I will be forever in your debt.

Douglas Vaughan

1st March 2016

Foreword

i

1

Demon Rising

1

2

Encounter

7

3

Business Plan

16

4

The Root Of All Evil

25

5

Revealed

37

6

In Deeper

46

7

Into The Lions Den

57

8

Subtle Changes

65

9

Unexpected

72

10

On The Attack

81

11

The White Nun

88

12

Purgatory

99

13

Judgment Call

107

14

Into The Abyss

115

15

Too Late

127

16

Pursuit

137

17

Retribution

147

18

Revenge

163

19

Hunt

172

20

Changed

179

FOREWORD

There is a part of the brain known as the Limbic System. It is a collection of structures that control everything from how the body regulates its breathing, through to sexual response. Damage to this area can result in dramatic changes to a personality; to the point where they cease to function within known acceptable human guidelines. The effect of a tumour in this area can be a slow descent into what is perceived as madness, and is extremely difficult, if not impossible, to treat with modern medicine or surgical procedures. Its location near the center of the brain means that ANY attempt to go in physically to repair or treat any damage is a very high risk operation. For a patient to emerge unscathed after such a procedure is highly unlikely, given that they may not survive in the first place.

What you are about to encounter is a man during his descent into madness. While, on the surface, there will be many times his sickness is not apparent, underneath the damage is increasing at an alarming rate.

What makes this a little more worrying, is the fact that he controls what is possibly the largest sexual social network the world had ever seen. Hundreds of thousands, if not millions, of souls seeking sexual gratification look to him to feed their desires. Given his inherent nature, he sees it as his duty to provide everything they need. He thinks he knows what they want, and, even if they don’t, he will make it happen.

How far, and how dark, can one man go?

Feeling brave enough to find out?

Chapter one

DEMON RISING

It was the steady drip of fluid onto the marble floor that finally raised Christopher from his reverie. With a weary sigh, he walked over to the girl tied upside down to the chair, stooping to look at her face. The mixture of semen, saliva and blood had spread over the right side of her face, her lifeless stare made opaque under the flow. Christopher stood slowly, and reached for the phone on his desk. It was answered immediately.

Good evening Sir, what may we do for you?”

Christopher turned to look at the broken girl again.

I have a situation that requires a level 3 clean-up in my office. I will be leaving here in around 20 minutes, so make the arrangements.”

There was a moment’s hesitation by the man on the other end of the phone.

A level 3, Sir? Yes, of course, anything I should tell the team?”

Christopher ran his hand through his hair, once again letting his eyes wander over the body in his office.

She will not be missed by anyone, so make it happen.”

He returned the phone to the cradle. Stretching his stiff arms above his head, he walked across his office and through the door to his private day room. Making for the shower, he stripped off the stained suit he was wearing and threw it towards the garbage chute. He had plenty of others.

While the warm water was rinsing what remained of the girl from his skin, he allowed himself a wry smile. She had been a good little toy while she lasted, and the headache had gone.

Twenty minutes later, he was easing his Bentley out into light traffic in the heart of London’s West End. After the stresses of the evening, he was in the mood for some fun.

*****

The move to Vice in the Capital had been a dream of hers come true. After many applications, interviews and downright pig-headedness it had finally come about. Now, as she looked at her computer and the images it displayed, Josey was having second thoughts. Her first case, as the “newbie”, had started as a cut-and-dried abduction and rape. They had the perpetrator, and his confession, yet something about the whole thing did not add up.

The “victim” was a 15 year old girl named Ellie Brookes, and every part of Josey’s coppers nose told her that Miss Brookes had not revealed everything they needed to know. The images before her were from a website called Der Unterworld; a site dedicated to the alternative and strange forms of sexual pleasure that people apparently enjoyed. Her curiosity had made her click on a section called “Members Video’s”, and some of the things that were being put into quite willing peoples bodies had made her feel queasy! Her reason for looking had been a simple one. The name of the website had been on young Ellie’s computer bookmark list, so, as a thorough background check, it was important to see what it was all about. After 5 minutes of the videos, she decided she couldn’t take any more and clicked on the site’s homepage to see what other delights it had to offer.

Under a heading marked “Chat-rooms”, she scanned down a list of the weird and wonderful topics being discussed. A listing caught her eye. The “Daddies and Daughters” room had 18 people talking in there, and, when she clicked on it, she saw it also had a list of members who had joined their little community. One name leapt out at her; “babygirlellie.”

Thinking it was purely a coincidence, she clicked on the user-name, waited a second, and then stared into the face of Ellie Brookes. Only this time, Miss Brookes was lying back on a bed with what looked like a lollipop deeply inserted into her pussy while smiling at the camera. Josey let out a long, slow whistle. After making sure a copy of the page was being printed, she flicked through her file looking for a telephone number for the Brooke’s household. It was time she paid them a visit. With the print in her briefcase, Josey headed down to the underground car park with the uneasy feeling that Mr and Mrs Brookes were going to be less than pleased at her news.

During the drive out to the suburbs, Josey reflected on the whole premise of “Alternative sex” and what it actually meant? She was no virgin, and certainly no prude, yet she was aware that she had absolutely no idea that such a thing existed. Or that it was so popular! As she turned into the driveway of the Brookes house, she spotted Ellie watching her from an upstairs bedroom window. Josey suspected that the girl knew why she was there.

After brief introductions, and the refusal of a cup of tea, Josey had asked if she could speak with Ellie on her own. Raising an eyebrow, Mrs Brookes had told her that Ellie was in her room (she was still traumatised by the “incident”) and that it was the second door upstairs past the bathroom. With a smile, Josey had thanked her and headed up the thickly-carpeted stairs.

Josey barely paused as she knocked and entered the girls bedroom. Ellie was laying full stretch on the bed that Josey recognised from the picture, only this time trying her best to look like a frightened little victim. She gave Josey a very wary smile.

Hello, are you a Police-lady? I heard you talking with Mum and Dad downstairs. Is there anything I can help you with?”

Josey reached into her briefcase, and then flipped the picture into the girls lap.

You can start by telling me what THAT is all about?”

Ellie looked down, and every ounce of colour in her face drained away immediately. She swallowed twice, and then looked up with tear-filled eyes at Josey.

Wherewhere did you get this? Have you been in my computer?”

Ellie glanced over at her PC on her desk.

You have no right to invade my privacy! I am the victim here, and.”

Josey leaned forward and stared into her eyes.

Enough bullshit, little girl. You have accused a man of abducting you and raping you, VERY serious charges, but I happen to think that it was something else entirely. Now, you are going to tell me the TRUTH!”

Ellie flinched when Josey shouted that last word, and her head dropped to her chest. Knowing that the girl was at the point of breaking, Josey sat next to her on the bed, her arm going around her shoulders to comfort her.

All I want to do is get to the facts Ellie, nothing more.”

Dry your eyes, (Josey passed her a handkerchief), and lets start at the beginning.”

Less than an hour later, Josey said her goodbyes to Mr and Mrs Brookes and returned to the station. Upon her arrival, she spent the next two hours writing up her report for the Inspector, knowing full well he probably wouldn’t believe it. She also knew that it may not make a great deal of difference to the man in the cells below her. Sex with a minor was still an offence; regardless of how much the minor themselves had wanted it.

Ellie had pretended she was 18 yrs old to gain access to the site, Mums credit card doing the age verification part, then had intimated that she was interested in being someone’s little girl. She had hooked herself a “Daddy” very quickly. After a couple of weeks of chat, and then seeing each other on webcam, the decision to meet in a hotel in Fulham had been made.

Once there, her “Daddy” had been beside himself with how perfect she was, and couldn’t wait to “teach” her the things a little girl shouldn’t know. Ellie had felt used and abused by the time he had finished, and, when she had confessed her true age after he had fucked her for the third time, he had gone into frenzy. After slapping her several times, he had grabbed his clothes and left with instructions she was to forget about ever meeting him or talking to him. Hurt, sore and confused, Ellie was left in the hotel; and that was where the idea came to her about the abduction and rape. The rest, as they say, is history.

Josey placed the finished report into the Inspectors tray and headed for the canteen. She joined a couple of other Vice officers who were demolishing the famed “All Day Breakfast”, something that made Josey smile when both looked as though they were a bean away from a heart attack. Had they never heard of a diet?

They engaged in the usual semi-sexual banter she had endured since she joined the Met, and, as usual, she came out on top. After a couple of huffed “see you laters” she finished her coffee on her own.

The case with Ellie had disturbed her. It was so easy for kids these days to access the internet, and, once there, they were open to all the dangerous and perverse elements of human society. It annoyed her, so she decided she was going to take a good hard look at Der Unterworld, and see what they had to say about their age verification policies. With a plan forming, she went back to her office and opened her computer up at the site. Scrolling down the screen, she found all she needed under the “Contact us” section; address of the registered office and even a phone number for a “Helpline”. Reaching for the phone, Josey decided she needed their help.

The woman that answered the call was very helpful UNTIL Josey asked for the names of the site owner, and how could she go about making an appointment. Her answers became annoyingly evasive until Josey mentioned she was a Police Officer, after which the woman asked her to wait on the line and someone else should be able to help her. The soft chords of Albinoni’s adagio for cello filled her ears for at least 2 minutes before a cultured male voice asked how he could be of assistance. Josey explained what she wanted, who she was, and asked for an appointment with the head honcho. There was a brief silence, then the man calmly informed her that it would not be possible unless she made the request in writing. He thanked her for the call, and the line went dead. Josey glared at the dead phone.

Fucking smooth bastard!”

Josey was still mumbling to herself when she gunned her car out of the car park and headed for the registered office.

CHAPTER TWO

ENCOUNTER

The familiar figure of Nicole approaching across the lawn made DL rise from the task of re-planting the Jasmine. He watched as she walked towards him, and was aware of the feelings of passion that she always raised when she was near. Once close enough, she lowered herself gracefully to her knees and looked up at him with clear blue eyes.

Gabriel, we have a surprise visitor!”

DL smiled down at her.

Who is it my love? Did it seem important?”

Nicole smiled craftily and shrugged her shoulders.

She called herself Lady J, and intimated you would be pleased to see her?”

DL laughed and clapped his hands.

Lady J! Now that IS a surprise! We haven’t seen her in months, honey!”

He reached down, and with his hand on Nicole’s chin helped her to her feet. As she turned to leave, he couldn’t resist trailing his hand over the smooth curve of her buttocks. Nicole paused mid-step, turning to give him a look of pure lust.

Thank you, My Lord!”

With the feral smile still on her face, Nicole walked more quickly back to the house. DL concentrated on not getting hard as he headed towards the back stairs leading to his rooms. Once he felt he was presentable, he hurried down and strode into his study. Angela Moody, aka Lady J, turned to face him before running across the room to wrap him in a tight hug.

My Lord, it seems like ages since I have seen you! We have all missed you being about the office. What have you been doing with yourself all this time?”

DL returned her smile and hug.

I have been getting this place sorted. It has been completely re-decorated, the garden has been landscaped, and the days have just flown by. Nicole has been in her element with the interior design! I am glad that one of us has taste.”

Lady J allowed herself to be steered to a couch, DL sitting close and still holding her hands.

So, tell me J, how are things with you and Christopher? I had hoped you both would be regular visitors.

He saw her eyes drop, and a little sigh escaped from pursed lips.

He has been so busy recently, I hardly ever see him. There are so many new things being introduced that his phone rings constantly, and I think he may have found another. He does not ask me to go to him as much as he did.”

DL gave her hand a squeeze.

I’m sure it’s not that, J. He is probably wrapped up in his work.”

I gave him a lot to take on, and so far he has proved my judgement correct. I remember sometimes I was so tired that the thought of a girl, even for me, was out of the question!”

The comment made Lady J smile. She had known him for years, and knew his appetites. There had been a time when she thought he would take her for himself; however he had taken her into his confidence instead, and had called on her to assist him with problems. Over the years they had become friends, close friends, and she was concerned about him. She looked at DL closely.

I can tell you are bored, Gabriel. Why don’t you spend some time at the office? I am sure Christopher would welcome a helping hand, even if it was only for a day or so?”

DL shook his head.

I promised Christopher I would not interfere. If he needed my help, I am sure he would ask. I cannot go back on my word.”

Lady J shook her head and tutted.

You men! He is struggling and too proud to admit it, and you are too damn proud to offer assistance without being asked! I should knock your heads together!”

This brought a laugh from him, and he dragged her into another hug.

And I know you could!”

They spent the next couple of hours wandering through the large house. DL pointed out what had been changed, and Lady J complimenting him on the choice of materials. It had grown dark as they wandered out into the garden.

DL stopped and took her by the shoulders, turning her to face him.

Why did you come, Angela? It is not like you to just turn up un-announced like this, What is troubling you?”

Lady J sighed, and looked into his eyes.

Things are happening, My Lord. I have heard whispers of awful things, and they concern Der Unterworld, therefore you. I have no idea if they are true, but I thought you should know. They are vague in detail, but the bits I have picked up on seem contrary to company policy.”

Lady J gave him a brief outline, and DL smiled tightly.

Then go and find out for me J. Do whatever you need to do to get to the bottom of the rumours. Report back to me if you find anything, Anything at all!”

Lady J lowered her eyes.

As you wish it, My Lord.”

*****

Josey flashed her warrant card to the girl sat behind the imposing reception desk. Usually this had the desired effect; however the girl simply smiled and asked her to take a seat. Without taking her eyes off Josey, she lifted a phone and spoke quietly to whoever was on the other end, nodding in her direction to emphasise certain points. Once the conversation was over, the girl came from behind the desk and walked across.

If you would like to follow me, it has been arranged for you to talk with the Princes P.A. She should be able to give you the information you need.”

Josey followed, bemused, as she was led to a discrete elevator. It had never occurred to her that it may be someone important that owned this whole thing, but a fucking Prince?

The elevator whisked them soundlessly to the top of the building. Josey noticed that it kept moving for quite a while AFTER the last light on the board had been lit, so obviously not a place that they invite everyone! Her eyes struggled to adjust to the dim lighting that barely lit the floor they disembarked at. She noticed that everyone moved quietly and quickly, not surprising given the depth of carpet, and that no-one glanced at her as she was led towards a large corner office. A tall, blonde woman came from behind her desk with an outstretched hand.

I am Alyson, the Princes personal assistant. I understand, from a previous conversation you have had with one of our staff, that you have concerns about some of our policies? Take a seat, and I am sure we can put your mind at rest.”

Alyson indicated for Josey to sit, then resumed her place behind the desk. Josey waited until the woman had made eye contact again.

I have been investigating a serious incident, and that led me to your organisation. One of the people involved had a membership granted to them although they are below the legal age.”

Josey noticed a slight twitch of the woman’s eyebrow, but, as it didn’t draw a further response, she continued. She had decided on the way there to be blunt, and hoped this strategy would yield results.

I understand that this person used a credit card that is not theirs, however I would have thought there would be other checks in place, to ensure this couldn’t happen?”

Alyson nodded, and looked thoughtful before she replied.

Detective Sergeant, as you are probably aware, when people enter one of our sites they have to make a disclaimer. By doing so they affirm that they are of legal age PRIOR to making any payment for membership. If someone uses deceit to access the site, then I fail to see HOW we can prevent that?”

Josey was thrown off balance by the woman knowing her rank. It had not been mentioned by her or anyone else before, and she wondered just how much this woman DID know! She put on her best poker face, and looked hard at the PA.

Given the nature of these sites, do you not think you have a moral obligation to ensure that minors cannot gain access? No matter how deceitful they are?”

Josey saw immediately a stiffening in the woman’s features, and, when she spoke, her voice had a hard clipped tone.

We work within the constraints that we have. If you have an idea of what can be done, I am sure our technical staff will welcome it. If you would like to pass on that idea to your Chief Constable, I am sure I could discuss it with him next time I see him. Now, if there is nothing else?”

The implied threat, and dismissal, were the last things that Josey expected, and she allowed herself to be led back through the corridors towards the elevator. As she and her escort rounded a corner, there was a movement to her left and two large wooden doors were opened quickly.

A figure emerged that had her escort stop in his tracks and lower his head. Mumbled greetings and nodding followed the man’s path. Josey heard the word “Prince”, and it was all that she needed. She stepped quickly in front of him.

Excuse me, I am wondering if you are the main man around here?”

Christopher stopped and focused on the woman in front of him. He noticed the bright blue eyes, the slight defiance in her jaw, and then allowed his eyes to take in her trim figure. He appraised her in the space of two heart beats, and Josey felt she had just been abused. His gaze came back to hers, and he smiled.

For my sins, I AM the main man around here. And who might you be?”

She fumbled in her bag for her warrant card. His look had unsettled her, and she was aware he was watching her with amusement.

I am DS Bailey, and I am possibly going to cause you trouble.”

Christopher laughed.

In that case, you had better come into my office and tell me exactly what trouble you are going to give me today!”

He turned on his heel and disappeared back through the large doors, with Josey close behind. He offered her a chair, and then sat on the edge of his huge desk, his eyes never leaving hers.

Now, DS Bailey, what can I help you with this fine day?”

Josey had the uncomfortable feeling that she really shouldn’t be alone with this man, however she tried to concentrate on the purpose of her visit.

She explained what she was there for, the reason for her enquiry, and asked what his thoughts were on the issue. She sat waiting patiently while it appeared that he was giving it some thought.

Christopher looked at the policewoman and smiled inside. She was sat not two foot from where he had used and fucked his last little whore to death. Very close to this policewoman’s chair, he had held the little slut while she choked on his cock and he felt the last of her life pass with a judder of passion. He could feel himself get hard at the thought, and wanted the woman opposite to notice. Rising from his desk, he stepped a little closer to Josey, instant joy in him when he saw her eyes flick to his bulge.

My dear Detective Bailey. We as an organisation have not committed any crime, or even so much as bent any rules. Your enquiry is a waste of both of our time. You should look closer into the reasons WHY someone would wish to access our sites, rather than how we make it happen. There is nothing for you here, so if you would be so kind as to follow that gentleman (he indicated a large suited man who had appeared as if by magic) he will make sure you don’t get lost on your way out.”

Despite her disappointment at not making any headway, Josey was pleased to be out of that office. She had seen the feral look in his eyes, and KNEW he wanted her to see his hard-on. And he didn’t give a shit. In her books that made him dangerous, and it also made him interesting. She would find out ALL about Princey-boy. A man like that does not go through this world without leaving a trace! When she was sat in her car, Josey noticed that her hands were shaking on the steering wheel. Taking a firmer grip, she made a silent vow to herself that she would have her revenge. She was not normally intimidated by men, ANY man, but there was something in his eyes, or rather behind them, that worried her.

She had sat through the interview of James Mack, the man responsible for her first murder case, and he had that same look. It was one of not caring about the consequences of their actions, and amusement that anyone would think they did!

During the questioning Mack would look at her with his head tilted like a puppies, his eyes completely blank, and throw questions back at her.

Why do you think I did that, DS Bailey?”

He kept probing at her, to see if he could get inside her head.

Can’t you see how exciting that was?”

He enjoyed going over every minute detail of how he had tortured and killed his victims. He savoured the disgust in Josey’s eyes, and, to make it even worse, Josey knew from the forensic report he was telling the truth.

Every night, during the 5 day process, Josey rushed back home and showered immediately. The taint of the man made her skin crawl.

And Christopher reminded her of James Mack. Very much.

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