On the Evil Scale: Keeper of La Tecla (The Key) Book Two

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๐’ฌuickly turning with the glass held in hand, a god stood before us. I dropped the liquor; glass shattering to the ground at my feet and scotch puddling beneath my form. I stood in shock yet completely mesmerized for this man was the definition of perfection and magnificence in a godly height of 6โ€™4 herculean frame with straight and elegant posture. The fullness and thickness of his raven hair hung mid-back length with untrimmed ends. Combed back, falling loosely onto his muscular shoulders, it was brushed and smooth like an American Indianโ€™s hair. Red demonic eyes returned to their natural brown pigment complimenting his gorgeous carved features. Strange symbols or tattoos that ran down the right side of his jaw, neck and shoulder were a perfect contrast against his light-medium olive skinned complexion.

His attire presented an ancient flair with a dark red velvet sleeveless knee-length tunic and gold stitched detailing, with an open front and raised collar. The sleeveless touch accentuated his powerful muscular arms and open tunic revealed a muscular hairless chest and upper stomach that had no abs. Just flat hard muscle. Silver chains hung around his neck and an intricately studded-beaded black leather wide belt cinched his waist slightly. Shifting in place, leather fitted pants were seen through the open slit down the front below the belt; black leather lace-up boots were a perfect match to the pants. Silver bands barely fit his upper arms; leather gauntlets crafted of the same leather as the belt graced his forearms with detailed jeweled and studded designs.

I was speechless, for he was the most perfect man I had ever seen; chiseled from head-to-foot. Phew! You know the god of war, ARES from XENA WARRIOR PRINCESS wearing the black leather tunic intricate with all sorts of studding and matching pants? Imagine that with the longer hair? Yes, ladies...if you can see that image in your mind, imagine what I was gazing upon in real life! But this man standing before me was far more than a fictional character!

โ€œHello, again demoness.โ€ his voice broke the silence in perfect diction with a deep masculine tone; almost giving an accent and was hypnotic, โ€œI told you weโ€™d meet again when the time was right, didnโ€™t I?โ€ he bowed elegantly but I remained speechless; my mom as well who remained seated, โ€œLoss for words?โ€ he teased and seeing the spill at my feet, he reached out his left hand snapping his fingers, โ€œThere you go. Good as new.โ€

I stared at my feet then at the table; the glass rested upon the coaster. Pointing at the table I stuttered,

โ€œHow did you...who are...what are...Iโ€ฆโ€

โ€œThereโ€™s a sentence there just dying to come out.โ€ the man teased softly, giving a quick wink.

โ€œAre you Lucifer?โ€ my mom muttered, โ€œDid we die and go to Hell orโ€ฆwho are you!?โ€

The man chuckled as he walked over, sitting on the couch across from my mom.

โ€œNo, Iโ€™m not Lucifer although I do work for him. You havenโ€™t died. This isnโ€™t Hell and Iโ€ฆโ€ he smiled confidently as he leaned back, โ€œam Molock.โ€ he crossed his legs, โ€œAnd you, my dear?โ€ he looked in the half-breedโ€™s direction, โ€œI did thatโ€ฆโ€ he gestured at the beverage with a nod of his head, โ€œwith magic. I already told you who I am and I am...well, this would be the first time Iโ€™d have to reveal that to anyone.โ€ he grinned, โ€œI...am a Sumerian DemonJinn.โ€ he declared proudly when Zanz and Abraxas crowded around me and my mom, offering their protection. I slowly stepped toward the chair near my mom, continuing to observe this manโ€ฆthis Molock. My eyes scanned his godly body then glanced away toward the desk where the letter opener laid before disappearing from sight.

โ€œYou know, thatโ€™s rude.โ€ Molock scolded, โ€œIf I wanted to harm you, I certainly wouldnโ€™t need this to do it.โ€ the letter opener appeared in his right hand, โ€œAnd thank you for your observance.โ€

โ€œI wasnโ€™tโ€ฆhow did youโ€ฆโ€ I rasped.

โ€œYouโ€™re not the only special one in the room, demoness.โ€ Molock leaned forward, handing the bladed tool to me, โ€œTake it, if it makes you feel better.โ€ but I didnโ€™t reach for it. His eyes then made contact with the hound and dragon, โ€œHello, boysโ€ฆโ€ he greeted, โ€œgood to see youโ€™re taking your guardianship seriously. Your Motherโ€ฆโ€ his gaze laid fixed upon me, โ€œis special and needs demonic allies to help her through.โ€

Our fascination with this man broke, hearing that last string of words.

โ€œHow do you know about my daughter!?โ€ my mom groaned reaching for the letter opener.

โ€œI never said I wasโ€ฆat leastโ€ฆsh*tโ€ฆโ€ I cursed, remembering I mentioned it to Shung-Lee.

โ€œI see and know everything.โ€ he replied sarcastically, โ€œYou canโ€™t be 6300 years old and know nothing about anything.โ€ he riddled.

โ€œSixโ€ฆ6300 years!?โ€ my mom and I admired simultaneously.

โ€œAnd counting.โ€ he shrugged, โ€œBut whatโ€™s the phrase? Age is just a number?โ€

โ€œWhoa-whoa-whoaโ€ฆrewind!โ€ I affirmed as I stood, stepping closer to him, โ€œYou appear on my island in someone elseโ€™s form with no way of transportation without warning, so what are you!? Because youโ€™re sure as hell not a goddamn Wraith or Lycynian! I senseโ€ฆโ€

โ€œOoo, thereโ€™s that fiery temper!โ€ he leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, โ€œGo ahead. Say it. Say what you know is true.โ€ he whispered sexily.

โ€œDemon.โ€ I finished.

โ€œPrecisely, but not completely.โ€

โ€œNot completely? Meaning what? Youโ€™re part angel?โ€ my mom added.

Molock scoffed.

โ€œAngel? Oh, please. Thatโ€™s an insult. Oh, no. Iโ€™m not saint-holier than godโ€™s sh*t little beings sitting on a cloud playing the harp. They do that up there, you know? The babies with sh*tty diapers and baby wings.โ€ he made the gesture of little wings, receiving chuckles of laughter from the two women before him, โ€œBut no! Iโ€™m not Wraith, nor Lycynian, nor angel.โ€ he leered in my momโ€™s direction, โ€œI am something more!โ€ he proudly stood displaying his herculean 6โ€™4 height, โ€œLike I said before, I am a Sumerian DemonJinn but clearly you werenโ€™t listening before.โ€

My mom and I momentarily scoffed; not of disrespect or mockery, but was that it?

โ€œA Sumerian DemonJinn?โ€ my mom commented curiously, โ€œIโ€™ve heard of the Sumerians, but a DemonJinnโ€ฆwhatโ€™s that!?โ€

โ€œMm, DemonJinnโ€ฆone wordโ€ฆI like it.โ€ he smiled cunningly, pointing down at her, โ€œIโ€™m part demonโ€ฆpart Jinn.โ€ his hands balanced up and down as if weighing a scale, โ€œDemonJinn.โ€

โ€œNo...really? I wouldโ€™ve mistaken you for a tall-misplaced Leprechaun.โ€ my mom finished with sass.

He laughed, shaking his head slightly.

โ€œOh, my dear Lady Dโ€ฆโ€ he walked around the table and knelt before her, โ€œyouโ€™re so full of sass and nowโ€ฆโ€ his head veered toward me, โ€œI see where you get it from.โ€

โ€œMm. Iโ€™m sure you do. So, Jinnโ€ฆ youโ€™re like a genie?โ€ I shifted my footing.

โ€œNoโ€ฆnot like a genie! I am not a goddamn genie!โ€ Molock shouted in a deep guttural demonic tone and I mean demonic, as he stood. His tone frightened my mom and I greatly as I backed away and my mom quickly pushed herself to her feet standing behind her daughter and familiars, โ€œDo I look like a genie!?โ€ he continued with agitation, receiving heads shaking in reply, โ€œGood and donโ€™t even think...about looking around for a lamp because there isnโ€™t one!โ€ his eyes flashed red as Zanz and Abraxas released their sounds of warning; Zanz pushing in front of me beginning to take on his hellhoundish persona he took on in the Boar-wolf cave and Abraxas landing in my arms.

โ€œWeโ€ฆโ€ my voice squeaked, โ€œwe apologize. We didnโ€™t mean to call you a genie, but you...have to understand where weโ€™re coming from. Weโ€™ve never seen a being such as yourself before.โ€

โ€œI doโ€ฆโ€ Molockโ€™s voice sounded raspy from the sudden change, โ€œand I too, apologize for my temper. I didnโ€™t mean to frighten you. Surely as part Demon, you can understand?โ€

โ€œI can.โ€ I added, โ€œNow, Molock...the 6300 year old Sumerian DemonJinn...what do you want and why are you here?โ€ I finished.

โ€œMay I sit?โ€ he asked.

โ€œOf course.โ€ I nodded quickly as my mom backed away, sitting near the desk instead of sharing the close proximity between herself and the ancient being. I too, sat in the other chair next to her with Abraxas in my lap and Zanz sitting alongside, releasing low whines and growls.

Molock adjusted his belt and tunic, then elegantly retook his seating position; beginning to explain his reasons for appearing, answering questions that rushed from our mouths. He was absolutely fascinating! My mom too, had questions wondering why he referred to Angels and Demons as Jinn.

โ€œArenโ€™t Jinn supposed to be evil-mischievous beings?โ€ my mom questioned.

โ€œOh, youโ€™ll find those hidden between the realms of our world and the next. Theyโ€™re the ones you should fear, because they have no concept of time, morality or appreciation of life. When I say Jinn, not written with the letter D in front of the word, yes weโ€™re Angels and Demons but of course mankind, like everything else, labeled us something easier for them to comprehend. In simple terms of explanation and ways that your minds will process, Angels are the Heavenly realm of Jinn; even being considered the Godly figure. Some Jinn cultures or tribes would call them Elders while as for Luciferโ€™s tale, well... โ€ he rolled his shoulders, โ€œthe story of his damnation is a little over dramatic but he too, is a Jinn of the highest level and order. Once cast to Hell, he became a fallen Jinn categorized as Demons once the word could be deciphered. Although, there are Demons of all varieties and races. Take Lilith for example. Sheโ€™s a Demon but not Jinn.โ€

My mom and I listened attentively then glanced at one another for Molock was ABSOLUTELY AMAZING and INTRIGUING!

โ€œWowโ€ฆโ€ my mom admired, โ€œso youโ€™ve seen everything then?โ€

โ€œPretty much. Ask me anything and yes, Iโ€™ll know.โ€ Molock answered truthfully with a little vanity thrown in there somewhere.

โ€œAdam and Eve?โ€ I asked.

โ€œMm, that one however, I canโ€™t say I have seen but from Lilithโ€™s tales she spews to pass the time of her eternity trapped as Luciferโ€™s concubine, that era of mansโ€™ first existence failed before any real historic reports could be made.โ€ he revealed, โ€œDonโ€™t believe what you think you know about that whole f*cking thing. Theyโ€™re all truth made into lies.โ€

โ€œFirst era of man?โ€ my mom grew curious, โ€œSo Adam and Eve werenโ€™t the first?โ€

โ€œThe fact that you believe that, Lady D...shame on you.โ€ Molock released a few TSKs.

โ€œSo when did the first civilization actually begin?โ€ I leaned forward wanting to know more.

โ€œOh, my dear demoness...thatโ€™ll take forever to explain and unfortunately, my time is limited most times.โ€ Molock muttered in disappointment for we could tell he enjoyed talking about history, โ€œSo, while you still have me, let me tell you about Zanzabarr and Abraxas. Yes?โ€ and there was more, we knew that was certain, โ€œZanzabarr was and is, an offspring of Cerberus and before you ask or interrupt, yesโ€ฆthat hellhound. But you see, Cerberus doesnโ€™t have three heads, no-no so put your worries of him growing two more heads, aside. Cerberus are three individual hounds guarding the three entrances or staircases to Hell. Theyโ€™re affectionately called C1, C2, and C3. Abraxas too, was an offspring to Hellโ€™s most unique and extinct creatures. The Zyphyn. A creature with the unnatural and powerful ability to shapeshift into any beast or form they see. Excluding that of human beings. Zyphyns present different appearances once they evolve from their natural rock state, taking on a permanent image once they emerge.โ€ Molock explained knowledgeably, โ€œSeeโ€ฆLucifer has a fixation on collecting rare things, as any collector, and kept the last living Zyphyn before it perished among his rarities long ago. Abraxas thereโ€ฆโ€ he glanced at the small dragon that still laid in my lap and raised his head at the mention of his name spoken, โ€œis the last of his kind and you truly are, the only mother heโ€™s ever known and will come to ever know. And Zanz thereโ€ฆโ€ he laid at my feet, panting and watching Molock attentively, โ€œwas one of the Cerberusโ€™ pups. Lucifer ordered me to take upon the task of exterminating it, but I couldnโ€™t. I may be a lot of things and may have done even worse things, but I canโ€™t ever harm an animal. I was in the process of sneaking the pup out of Hell when I also stole Abraxas from Luciferโ€™s collection and thankfully, heโ€™s none the wiser about it. Yzavelaโ€ฆโ€ he stared into my eyes, โ€œI saved themโ€ฆboth of themโ€ฆgiving them a much better and loving life and for that demoness, theyโ€™re far more powerful.โ€ he smiled then called Zanzโ€™s name; the hound wagging his tail slowly as he stood, approaching Molock, โ€œWhoโ€™s a good boy, hmm?โ€ he continued, scratching the houndโ€™s large neck affectionately, โ€œYesโ€ฆโ€

I was amazed because Zanz has NEVER and I mean NEVER let ANYONE touch him; other than my mom and myself, of course. There was a moment where I smiled joyfully before I shook off the mesmerized alluring pull Molock emanated. Perhaps it was knowing he was part demon, like myself? I donโ€™t know. It was indescribable. The moment only lasted a few seconds before the hound snapped at the Sumerianโ€™s gentle hands. Backing away, Zanz released low growls as if warning the man to not attempt that effort again. That was enough.

โ€œSo, you placed Zanz in that alleyโ€ฆwhere those little fat brats threw rocks at him!?โ€ I inquired, folding my arms.

โ€œThatโ€ฆwas NOT planned.โ€ Molock replied, โ€œThey were anโ€ฆunexpected annoyance that I dealt with later on, but that doesnโ€™t matter nowโ€ฆdoes it? You saved his life and he, along with Abraxas are yours now. And Iโ€™m sure youโ€™ve already witnessed that Zanz is beginning to gain his hellhoundish, if thatโ€™s...even a wordโ€ฆโ€ he frowned, โ€œabilities, as well as growing larger in size.โ€ he continued.

I nodded; remaining silent for he said all the right things.

โ€œYouโ€™re telling us that you were that man, of whom we didnโ€™t know was supposed to be Marxus, my daughter encountered in the bookstore?โ€ my mom asked, shifting in her seat.

โ€œIndeed, I was.โ€ Molock nodded.

I stood, beginning to pace momentarily processing all of this then realized as I turned,

โ€œYouโ€ฆyou were Marxus too, in the field as we walked werenโ€™t you!? And that figure on my patio, as well as the old man in the cave!?โ€

โ€œGuilty.โ€ Molock shrugged casually, โ€œAnd of course, Shung-Lee.โ€

โ€œWhat figure on your patio!?โ€ my mom chimed in curiously, โ€œYou didnโ€™t tell me that!โ€

Before I could respond, there was a knock on the door; Erikโ€™s head peeking inside and seeing my form standing there, he smiled.

โ€œBad time?โ€ he entered half way then glanced to his left; Molock standing immediately.

โ€œBloody hellโ€ฆwhoโ€™s that!?โ€ Erik blurted, โ€œWho are you!?โ€

โ€œErikโ€ฆโ€ I approached, โ€œitโ€™s a long story and one Iโ€™m still piecing together, but short version? Meet Shung-Lee.โ€ I gestured toward Molock.

Erik glanced from Molock, my mom then at me in disbelief with a frown.

โ€œAre you bloody crazy!? Thatโ€™s Shung-Lee!? Keeps, come onโ€ฆthatโ€™s NO short Asian man!โ€ he raged stepping away from me, โ€œYou liedโ€ฆyou bloody lied!โ€

โ€œNo she didnโ€™t!โ€ my mom stood, โ€œLike she said, itโ€™s a long story.โ€

โ€œI have time.โ€ Erik argued, โ€œPlenty of it, so pleaseโ€ฆenlighten me!โ€

โ€œYouโ€ฆDemonโ€ฆwatch your tone in these ladiesโ€™ presence. And mine.โ€ Molock affirmed elegantly but sternly, โ€œShe speaks the truth. All of it, boy!โ€

โ€œIโ€™m not a boy!โ€ Erik raged, โ€œNow who the bloody hell are you!?โ€and there it was, he sensed the manโ€™s demonic essence, โ€œA Demon?โ€

โ€œDemonJinn.โ€ the three of us replied in unison, but Molock continued separately, โ€œYes, I am. And I am Shung-Lee.โ€ his appearance changed before our eyes; 6โ€™4 god shifting down in height to a 5โ€™7 old Asian man, โ€œGood enough proof for you, boy?โ€ he continued.

โ€œThatโ€™s disturbing.โ€ I pondered in a teasing tone.

โ€œA shapeshifter?โ€ Erik wondered, โ€œSo youโ€™re the one who pretended to be Marxus?โ€

โ€œThatโ€™s what she said.โ€ Molock gestured at me as he returned to his natural form with such ease, โ€œA little slow arenโ€™t you, boy? Please tell me, Yzavela...heโ€™s not what youโ€™re interested in?โ€

โ€œExcuse me?โ€ Erik raged once more, โ€œHE is standing right here? And youโ€ฆโ€ he gently turned me around, โ€œwhat have you been telling him?โ€

โ€œNothing. I havenโ€™t said anything about anything.โ€ I groaned.

โ€œShe doesnโ€™t have to. The images flashing through your minds when you two laid eyes upon one another were pretty clear, not to mention the thoughts. And Yzavela...shame on you for hoping it was Anthony at the door.โ€

โ€œAnthony? Why would you think Iโ€™d be Anthony?โ€ Erik questioned.

โ€œThatโ€™s none of your business.โ€ I affirmed in Molockโ€™s direction, โ€œDonโ€™t you have somewhere to be thatโ€™s not here!?โ€

โ€œYes, as a matter of fact, I do. Luciferโ€™s about to summon me and thatโ€™s not a call I can ignore.โ€ he walked around the couch and approached the door, โ€œYouโ€™ll be seeing me again, donโ€™t doubt that. But if your mother or yourself need me, demoness...Yzavela...call out my name three times and Iโ€™ll be there. When I can, that is.โ€ he bowed elegantly then leered at Erik, before walking right through the closed door in a swirling red flame leaving behind the scent of sulfur.


Molock appeared at an unknown cave entrance in a place where no one can access; large sconces stood lit outside marking its path. Stepping inside, the chamber was empty except for that of a massive roof-to-floor iron door toward the rear intricately designed with Enochian symbols and carved figures. Approaching them, they automatically opened inward without having to touch them, as if knowing his presence was expected. The sound as they dragged against the stone was unsettling. A long corridor led the path ahead; wall sconces lining the wall and upon entering the corridor, the doors closed behind Molock; sealing with no visible seams. Strolling the corridorโ€™s length, his footsteps echoed as he approached another chamber; a large circle carved deep into the stone ground as if freshly created. Stepping into the center, Molock muttered words or a chant in a Sumerian-Enochian language; symbols and etchings appearing along the inner and outer rim of the circle. This circle was the only entrance in and out of Hell and once the etchings were complete, they glowed brightly creating a pillar of fire that teleported Molock to the first level of Hell.

Appearing, a large hound watched then approached; 88 inches tall and approximately the size of an adult Clydesdale horse, give-or-take due to the anatomy. Molock stood before the hound, reaching out to pet its massive snout. It sniffed him releasing a brief huff then turned away; a daring soul attempting to escape. The chain bound around its neck rattled along the ground as the beast leapt for the soul in one jump; the soul of a skinny scraggly haired woman with a thin frame. The hound tore her apart before she disintegrated, only to repeat the escape over and over. Shaking off the attack, the hound returned to the area where it laid, panting and watching everything that moved; even shadows on the walls belonging to dark phantoms.

Molock strolled past the beast, entering through another set of doors that officially entered the first level; immeasurable caverns and chambers all connected by swirling staircases with no rails. Massive pillars supported the jagged ceiling. Torches, sconces and fire pits were in abundance, illuminating every rock, boulder and corner. The heat from within emanated so intense, that no one but the present occupants and souls could withstand the higher temperatures. The chambers and caverns were carved in a Cathedral-like manner, as if they were once an ancient city now in forgotten ruins. The first level was Luciferโ€™s domain; freedom to roam and rule, as well as living quarters for Luciferโ€™s favorites; Molock and Lilith among them. Molock walked through the cavernous ruins examining the chambers where activities of sex and feasts took place; lower demons pausing in place, bowing their heads as Molock passed. He was feared among many a demon; even the Princes of Hell feared him. Approaching a turn off leading to an archway; torches lining the walls, highlighted another set of iron doors that swung open upon his presence.

Molock sighed, hearing Luciferโ€™s voice momentarily chuckle as a womanโ€™s voice whispered sexual slurs. Entering the chamber built of old stone pillars, walls and floor with missing stones. Molock observed as Lucifer sat on a grand chair intricately carved with Lilith straddling his lap. She glanced over her shoulder in the Sumerianโ€™s direction.

โ€œMy Lordโ€ฆโ€ Molock reluctantly knelt on one knee, โ€œyou summoned me?โ€ his eyes stared at the ground.

โ€œYesโ€ฆyes, I did and it took you longer than expected.โ€ Luciferโ€™s deep voice echoed lightly, โ€œWhy!?โ€ he tapped Lilithโ€™s petite waist, indicating her to remove herself, โ€œWhy, Molock!?โ€ and standing, he slowly approached his servant and right hand soldier.

Molock groaned, guarding his thoughts from the once glorious ArchAngel.

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