Chapter 100

Victor and Numbers waited until it was safe to go back to the warehouse. They had been lying flat in the long grass not too far from where they witnessed the execution of their friend, Mike. They noticed how Andrew walked away from the warehouse towards the road. There was something they had to do because Andrew was far stronger than they anticipated. They were losing the battle. Hopefully, Andrew was gone because they could not afford any interruptions with the task they lay ahead.

Both Numbers and Victor were on their knees in front of the pentagram. The candles were still burning on each of the five corners. They both started chiming towards the pentagram calling Mormo's name. They bowed down rocking back and forth as they repeated Mormo's name. The candles started burning higher and the light within the portal grew brighter. Soon the flames on the candles shot up a about meter in height. Numbers and Victor could feel the presence of power. The same power they had sensed the night when Mormo opened up the portal to hell.

Mormo who was still contained in his human body known as Curtis Vaughn, the big man he had possessed coming from a pub some time ago. Mormo chose Curtis's body because he was big enough. Mormo had felt the urgency of a call somewhere far away. The human body was far slower than its natural form. He knew what it meant to be called upon. Mormo only had one choice. He had to leave his human body behind and move as swiftly as possible towards where he was summoned. He could always find another body if needed.

Mormo escaped the human body and regarded it for a brief moment. It was destroyed almost immediately. It seemed like time had passed much quicker than usual almost as if Mormo protected it from ageing while he was on the inside. Mormo knew he was the reason for the state of the degraded body. Although time was nonexistent in hell, there was another dimension between hell and earth. Mormo's energy originated from one of the darkest pits, a place where flesh would only last a few moments, but Mormo knew how to control that. The body of Curtis Vaughn was almost mummified and skinny as it lay on the curb of a dark alley. Its face was brown and shrunken with an open mouth that seemed to have extorted its last agonizing scream. The clothes that he was wearing sagged around the boney structure.

Mormo had no time to lose. In one swift movement, he travelled through the walls and headed for his destination at lightning speed almost time travelling. He entered the warehouse by moving through another set of walls when he noticed two human pigs chiming his name with the pentagram in the middle of them. Candles shot up in flames before dying out. It was only then that the wind followed blowing dust into Victor and Numbers' faces.

Numbers and Victor looked up and saw something they have never seen before. In the light of the portal, they saw a dark spirit about eighteen feet tall. It floated inches above the ground and was about five feet wide. It was looking down on them with orange eyes glowing like hot coal.

'You summoned me,' Mormo said. His voice was like an angry whisper that vibrated through their bones.

'Yes master,' Numbers said with a shaky voice. 'We know where the power is and I fear it is getting away. We need to strike out now.'

'You know this?' Mormo asked.

'Yes master,' Numbers said. 'It has gained strength already. We tried to stop it but it killed most of us. The remaining ones fled.'

'Very well then,' Mormo said. He gazed around the warehouse floor and noticed the carnage. 'It must be destroyed before it's too late.' Mormo gauged the two human pigs in front of him and noticed that both would be a tight fit. He decided to go for the most malevolent one. He chose the one with the tattoos for he could sense some demons inside who might be able to help. Mormo prepared and plunged forward possessing Number's body. Numbers jolted with an agonizing scream towards the roof of the warehouse. There was a network of purple and blue veins on his face, neck and arms. It seemed like they would explode at any moment. Victor heard something that sounded like a sonic boom. He was almost blown off his feet by its force. Number's eyes turned yellow as he gazed down towards Victor. His face was dark.

Victor was spooked by the sudden change in his colleague's appearance. He stepped back slightly not knowing what to expect. He retreated slightly as Numbers stared at him, penetrating his soul with his yellow eyes. Victor was not sure whether to run or stay, but he knew one thing, if he ran, he could never run fast enough. The forces of hell were much too quick and powerful. He would find himself killed in an instant.

'Victor,' Number said with a voice that trembled through Victor's fibre and intestines. 'The time has come to finish this war. We have all the power we need now.'

Numbers walked towards the south wall where a solid steel pipe had been mounted. He pulled it, tearing some of the sheeting from the wall to which it was attached. The pipe was over three meters in length and about five inches in diameter where it disappeared underneath the concrete floor. Mormo who was in Number's body stooped and grabbed the pipe just above the concrete. He clamped it with his left hand, crushing the pipe inwards while he twisted with his right. He uttered a low grunt when the pipe broke off just above the concrete. Numbers' eyes were growing brighter. His nails extended into dark objects almost claw-like. He placed the pipe down on the floor and got to his knees. He ran his hands over it and soon the pipe was melted radiating a bright glow with sparkles over the entire length of it. He ran his hand over the melted structure some more. There was a deep growl from his chest as the melted structure started to shape into an ancient sword. It had a large handle with a blade over two meters in length extending from it. Where the blade met the hilt, two smaller blades formed, almost like horns. Soon the sword was fully shaped and tapered with the fires from hell which Mormo knew well how to control. Once the sword was shaped to perfection, Mormo stooped over it and blew. There was a loud hiss sound as he blew out an icy breath. The contrast between the simmering heat of the sword and the icy breath formed a large cloud of steam. Mormo was satisfied when he regarded the dull grey sword on the floor. He would slay his enemy with it once again. He lifted the sword off the ground and held it in the air. He felt the weight in his arms and knew the blade would be the hardest thing that this world had ever seen. Mormo got back to his feet. He turned around with the blade in his hand and noticed that Victor was standing a few away meters from him. He had an expression of both awesome wonder and terror.

Victor could not believe the transformation of his friend, Numbers. His face transformed into something that looked like a beast. He had a broad jawline and a boney face. His cheekbones stuck out from underneath his yellow glowing eyes. Just above his forehead, two pointy nobs were visible as if horns were about to grow out there at any moment. His ears were almost shrunken away. His neck was thick with the tattoos stretched out to something unrecognisable. His shoulders and torso were broad as if his bone structure had more than doubled. The clothes spun tight over his entire body. His legs and arms showed strong muscles through the tight clothes that were about to tear at any moment.

'We've got work to do,' Mormo said with that horrid voice from the pits of hell.

Victor nodded anxiously. He knew the fear he had about Andrew's power earlier was all in vain because he did not know the meaning of fear until he saw the transformation of his friend turned into a creature from hell. He was somewhat relieved that they were on the same side. Victor would never want to go against such a creature. He somehow felt sorry for Andrew who was about to meet his fate in the worst way imaginable.