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  Wrath of the Demon Girl

  Contaminated Souls Book 2

  Eddie R. Hicks

  Wrath of the Demon Girl

  Contaminated Souls Book 2

  By Eddie R. Hicks

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

  This novel contains scenes of graphic violence, explicit language and sexuality and is intended for mature readers.

  Cover Art by: Ravven

  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

  Epilogue

  Awakening of the Demon Girl

  Afterword

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  Also by Eddie R. Hicks

  About the Author

  Chapter One

  Another day, another demon to disembowel.

  The loud muffled club music in the background was the only thing around me that came from the world of sane and normal. Everything else was straight-up fucked, just like my life. Don’t believe me? Well check this out. The light in the women’s public restroom flickered on and off like it was in dire need of a new light tube. A young girl screamed frantically for help while a man’s voice close to her giggled with a sick sense of perverse anticipation.

  I wasn’t exactly here to play the role of a lone heroine, storming in to save the day. But, what the hell, right? Might as well deal with two birds with one stone. I made it explicitly clear to the man he wasn’t alone with the crack of my knuckles and the heels of my long, black leather boots clicking on the floor in the stall I hid in. I heard the creep step away and lurk toward my general direction. A coat of flames enveloped his body seconds later, giving the tiled floors below him a glittering gold shine.

  He was demon, a lesser one at that. They were always fun to fuck with because they thought they were hot shit. To most humans, a man covered in flames without being burned was a frightening sight. To me? Shit, I could do that and much more. That was the thing about lesser demons. They were only adept at one element, gaining new ones as they developed. If they developed, I had a tendency to cut their development sessions down.

  “Come out, come out, where ever you are!” The lesser demon spoke, with a creepy touch to his voice, I might add. “You little whore.”

  Oh no, he didn’t call me a whore.

  I was going to go easy on him, until he said that, I really was. I allowed the Umbral energy flowing through my body to attune me to the element of water, coating me and my dark and tight dress, with half crystallized water. Jagged icicles hung off my arms, earrings, and short, bleached blonde hair. I was impressed on how far my magical talents had grown over the past seven months. I was finally able to be cool like the greater demons and counter an element and its weakness. In this case, water triumphed over fire.

  More horrific screams bellowed from the girl in the stall. She was probably trying to process how her attacker just became engulfed in flames, after turning away from her to deal with the woman covered in ice water. I eyed my target up and down. He did the same, though, I’m sure it wasn’t because of the sexy clubbing attire I had on. The smirk on his face said it all. He was confident he was going to win, confident he was going to have his way with the two of us. It was confidence born from him getting his way too much. Tonight, that changes.

  I made the first move, bolting toward him sans my trusty katana. It was in the shop, so to speak, more on that later. A frozen lance of ice appeared above my shoulder, I called them ice missiles. It soared through the air by my command on a collision course to the demon. He was quick, I’ll give him that. My ice missiles shattered into chunks of crystals as they met the wall instead. That’s okay, since he hadn’t recovered from the evasive leap he made to avoid my attack, which gave me the advantage.

  My boots and fists became imbued with ice water as I directed them at him in a quick succession of combos. Emily had been teaching me her ninja-like martial arts moves. I became a raging hailstorm with my blows, he couldn’t do anything but block. Each of my watery hits doused a portion of the flames on his body, thus limiting his talents. I made sure to keep the distance between us close, hard to use your hands and arms to conjure magical abilities when your arms are up covering your face. Though, he did manage to press the palms of his hands against my stomach. The fireball that left his hands pushed me back a good three feet, lucky hit.

  Had I been a normal human, that would have been the end of me. Instead, the frozen coat of my element absorbed most of the damage. It felt like someone splashed a boiling pot of water over me. The cloud of steam lifting away from my body as I arose made it look that way as well.

  Ignoring the pain, I reached into the side of my bra and plucked out a single shuriken, focused my spirit element onto it, and let it rip through the air. It missed him, sinking into the wall behind. In the blink of an eye, I appeared where my shuriken landed. He didn’t see that coming, or the concealed retractable blades I had tucked under the sleeves of my dress. They sprung out like a wild animal protracting their claws. I plunged one blade into his back, and the other through his collar bone, both strikes were infused with the element of water. The coat of flames that once protected his body faded. As he limped about yelling with pain, I fed his ass. Removing the blades from him, I held onto his head and bashed it against the edge of the porcelain handbasin repeatedly, until I heard his cheekbone shatter.

  Word to the wise, don’t ever call me a whore.

  I let go and allowed gravity to pull his limp ass onto the floor, backside down, his mangled and bloody face looking at mine. The flickering lights stopped, his demonic powers were no longer interfering with the electrical wiring, though, I’m pretty sure there was some damage done. I should know, I could do that trick too.

  I reached for my purse which had rested on the countertop during the encounter. From it I pulled out my phone, swiped its screen several times, ignoring the fact that mist and frost had grown all over it due to my elemental coat.

  I loaded an image of Lexi and jammed the screen into his face as I lowered myself to deal with him. “Where is she?” I demanded.

  He examined the screen’s contents amidst the frost slowly covering it. “Sorry, your whore girlfriend is in another castle.”

  So, she was alive. Progress at last, unless he was lying. “Are you lying?”

  He spat blood up and onto my face. Big fucking mistake pal. “Fuck you!”

  I tossed my phone aside before my water element did some damage to it. They say new phones like that are waterproof, but are they demon waterproof? I highly doubt it. I pushed
the side of my hidden blade closer to his face. The glowing, blue hue of ancient glyphs etched into the surface of the blade reflected off his bloodshot eyes.

  The smug grin on his face subsided, as one grew on my face. “You know what this shit will do to you?” That got his attention as I pushed the tip of the blade next to his throat. “Talk, or get fucked, your call. But choose quickly, I ain’t got all day.”

  “Ha! Don’t you work for the police now? Shouldn’t you read me my rights?”

  “You want some rights read? Well then, you have the right to remain silent . . .” I pushed the blade into his throat and then through his head via his lower jaw with a quick two-strike succession. “For eternity.”

  A torrent of blood gushed out from the new holes I made in his head. His last noises were blood-soaked gargling sounds as the enchanted weapon I used did its job, killing the demon soul that possessed this man’s body. I stood, grimacing, while my blades retracted inside the sleeves of my dress with a flick of a switch. He knew of the assistance I’d been providing the NYPD with their new paranormal taskforce; my reputation was growing.

  I pulled the wedding band off his finger, officially completing my quest for the night, and returned to the washroom stall where the frightened girl remained. The ice and water that veiled my body evaporated, restoring my appearance to that of a normal woman. I looked at the girl who was no older than eighteen; you need to be twenty-one or older to enter. Blonde hair, blue eyes, alluring makeup, and a sexy dress, a strapless one that barely covered her ass. Her appearance was the new fake ID evidently. Said dress was nearly pulled off by the demon, looks like I interrupted him just before he was about to act.

  “Get your clothes on and leave, now.” With tears streaming down her face, she complied and got the hell out of the stall.

  She stopped suddenly ahead of me, and our eyes met. There was a look of hope in her face, like I was some kind of angel that came to her aid from the heavens. Shit, I was far from that. Her eyes shut, and her right hand held onto my arm, it felt warm, fuzzy, and disturbing.

  She bolted out of sight a second later. Whatever.

  I scooped my phone off the floor and quickly dialed my favorite fixer’s number, he picked up after one ring. Buddy was on the ball today. “Oh, Jimmy.”

  “Oh, Reika.”

  I grinned, looking down at the bloody body that was once possessed by a demon. “We’re going to need a cleanup in aisle six.”

  Chapter Two

  Good old Jim arrived and joined me in the washroom dressed as a janitor, pushing a grimy and rickety clean-up cart that was in need of a replacement wheel. He shut the door hard after confirming his ‘closed for cleaning sign’ was prominently displayed for the clubbers to see, the irony of it all.

  On the surface, his cart appeared full of your typical janitor stuff, mop and bucket, boxes of replacement toilet paper, bottles of Windex. Behind all that, was the shit you needed to make a dead body and blood vanish in a New York minute, or two. Jim looked down at my latest kill, stroking his goatee, no doubt pondering how he was going to tackle this new job I was paying him thousands of dollars to handle, per his usual fixer’s fee.

  He slapped on a pair of medical gloves and dove in to do his thing. Fuck me. It always made me nervous when he did that. The dearly departed was demon and had demonic blood raging through its veins, blood that was now spilled on the floor and his body. All it took was one drop of his blood to enter Jim, and that would be the end of him. His soul would be contaminated and placed on the demonic possession candidate list, something Jim knew nothing of.

  Jim turned away from the body, facing me. “There is another body, right?”

  I shook my head. “No, just him.”

  His face turned back to the body, wide-eyed with amazement like he won the lottery. “Holy shit.”

  Crossing my arms, I stepped closer, the sound of my heels echoing throughout the washroom. “What’s wrong?”

  “Reika, this is by far the cleanest kill you’ve sent me. Seriously, no dismemberment, charred corpse, large and grotesque bloody gashes.”

  “Whatever.”

  “Where’s the katana?”

  “Not here.”

  “What did you use?”

  I activated the hidden switch, and it forced one of my concealed blades to spring out from my sleeves. Jim looked at my hidden weapon, his face flushed, attracted to the sexy Japanese assassin appearance I just unveiled to him.

  “Fucking lit, Reika, pure old school stuff.”

  “You should try it sometime for your future hit jobs.”

  “I’ll stick with the good ol’ silencer.” Jim patted the backside of his outfit, drawing my attention to the fact that he did indeed bring it with him.

  “Is that the same one you used to kill those two Russian mobsters last fall?” I jokingly asked.

  He laughed as he grabbed the wrist of the corpse. “The very same, you know me too well.”

  Jim dragged the body into the far toilet stall, a long red ribbonlike trail of blood smeared across the once pristine tiles in his wake. The whole thing made me uncomfortable, like a nun that accidently stepped into an adult video store. “What are you doing?” I said, following behind.

  Jim sat the body up on the toilet seat. “Well, this is going to be a little different . . .”

  “Why? Just make him vanish like the rest.”

  “Have you not seen all the fucking people outside?”

  Jim made an excellent point, this was a bumping nightclub, one that was lit as fuck outside. It was a detail I failed to take into account when I went to make my move, and asked Jim to be on standby, tunnel vision. I really wanted to get my target. I lost track of him three times this month already, plus . . . that girl. Had I not stopped him, he would have not only vanished, but had his way with her. Rape or sex with a demon had the potential to contaminate a human soul. I was here to remove demons from New York, not sit back and watch them create a new possession candidate. Demons had become the new vermin of New York, if left unchecked their numbers would grow, at the expense of the human population.

  “Please tell me you got a plan,” I asked as I gazed at the dead, blood-dripping body.

  “Of course . . . well kinda.”

  “Jim!”

  “There’s two ways I handle bodies, the usual way you know of, or I make it look as if someone else was the killer. I was going to dress this up as a suicide, but.”

  “Let’s just get this over with—”

  Beep. It was the spine-tingling sound of a cell phone call ending.

  And it wasn’t my phone.

  Or Jim’s.

  Fuck.

  I charged out of the stall like a kid that heard the ice cream truck pass by, while my head shifted around searching for the source of the sound. I saw nobody else inside and verified the door was closed and had been closed, we were alone. But our conversation had been heard. Off to the side of the countertop, I saw it, a small phone had been resting, and my guess was it belonged to the now dead demon.

  I held onto it and saw that an outgoing call had been made. The duration of said call was the same as the duration of this whole fiasco. Whoever the fuck was on the other end heard everything: the fight, me telling the girl to scram, Jim and I yap. Yeah, tunnel vision, I didn’t even notice that shit.

  My hand wrapped around the phone, tight. I wanted to crush it with the fury that was building up inside of me. “Ah . . . fuck.”

  Jim exited the stall behind. “Sup?”

  I waved the phone for him to see the source of the beep. “I think this was his phone, he was making a call and left it on.”

  “Was anyone listening in?”

  “I don’t know.”

  “Can you like, find out?”

  “Sure, I’ll call them back and ask if they heard anything incriminating.” I threw the phone down, its screen shattered upon impact. My foot finished the job, littering the floor with the electronic insides.

  “Ah, what t
he hell!” Jim said, running over to my repeated stomps on the bits of phone pieces.

  “That thing became a ghetto tracking device.” A phone’s GPS could easily compromise you, I should know. The call in progress was the icing on the cake, a cake neither of us was going to enjoy.

  Jim kicked a stray transistor that came from the phone. “Could have at least gotten the number.”

  “Fuck it, let’s hurry this up in case they did hear and are sending friends to check up on him.” The two of us ran back into the stall. “What’s the plan and what can I do to help?”

  “You fucked him up pretty good, so I’m gonna say . . .” Jim reached inside one of the pockets of my kill, obtaining his wallet, and reading his ID to me, as if I didn’t know the name already. “Mister Leonid Ivanov had a run-in with a violent mugger that left his body like this!” Not a bad idea, given the situation. I helped myself to a fistful of his cash and valuables, all while taking the time to search for a phone on him. Nothing, there was no doubt about it, that was his phone on the counter. “Cash, cards, everything a mugger would want needs to go. Did I miss anything else?”

  I grinned. “His phone.”

  “Which you took care of . . .” We both got up and looked at the parts of the phone all over the floor. “I’ll give you the honors of that, while I clean up.”

  I shoveled the mashed up phone into my purse along with my spoils of combat. “Can I leave you to this?”

  “Yeah, yeah, I still got the ‘closed for cleaning’ sign up.” I went for the front door, after double-checking my appearance in the mirror. Hot Japanese girl, short, bleached hair, makeup still on point, despite the struggle and bloodstains on my sleeves. I’ll have to keep my arms to my sides as I slip away. “Wait,” Jim added as I was seconds away from the door handle. “Was there any one else here?”