The Return of the Bitch from Hell
A Story By
Philip R Benge
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The Return of the Bitch from Hell
Copyright Philip R Benge 2017
Cover Art Copyright Philip R Benge 2017
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Authors note: This story was originally to be entitled The Harvesters, as advertised; however, I later decided that the present title was more appropriate.
The Return of the Bitch from Hell
Contents
Contents:
Prologue:
Chapter One: The Arrival
Chapter Two: Another Mission for Rob Hinds
Chapter Three: Plans are made
Chapter Four: They are Satanists, just Extra Terrestrial Ones
Chapter Five: Kidnapped
Chapter Six: Moira Bourbon
Chapter Seven: Moira wants her Revenge
Chapter Eight: Rob Fights Back
Chapter Nine: The Fight to the Death
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Prologue
Moira Bourbon was the archetypical Hollywood villain, three times she had been given the chance of killing the Special Intelligence Service Agent, Rob Hinds. Three times she had captured him, and each time she had chosen to devise a very painful and long winded method to kill him, rather than just shoot him there and then. As any dead Hollywood villain would say, if such a thing was possible, this is where they all went wrong, for each time Rob Hinds had escaped and had turned the tables on her, and in the second of those episodes he had actually killed her. However, by then Lord Asbaritch, a powerful demon lord, had fallen deeply in love with her, and using his powers had set her death aside by turning her into a demon human hybrid, one who was the most powerful Satanist that ever walked upon the Earth, or anywhere else. She was at the height of her powers, having slain two Greek gods and had even been about to best Lord Lucifer himself, however at the last moment Rob Hinds had stolen her victory from her so that he and his friend, David Pritchard, could escape from Hell. The result had been spectacular and unplanned, even by Rob Hinds. In the final battle back on Earth, her black evil heart had been wiped clean and she had become pure of heart, for the moment anyway, and she chose to live and study theology in a convent with no memory of her immense powers or of her evil past.
With the world saved yet again, Rob Hinds had returned to his normal life, and he and his wife had decided that the time had come to begin their family; all he now desired was a peaceful life, one without any satanic episodes.
Unfortunately, for him, in defeating Moira Bourbon he had of course angered Lord Asbaritch, who ruled over the Dreamscape and the Netherworld. One year later and he still grieved over the loss of his consort and would do anything to see her returned to him. Fortunately, for the world, he was bound by a treaty signed by Lord Lucifer and the all-powerful god worshipped by the Christians, amongst many others, so anything he did would have to be covert.
Chapter One
The Arrival
Rob Hinds was about to endure a couple of very bad weeks, beginning now, and if he was not careful he could end up being killed, or tortured, or both. At the moment, he was playing in the garden with his two children, they were twins, Gerry and Julie, and they were just three months old. However, as he smiled down at them, the scene suddenly and inexplicitly changed from the sunny warm day that it had been, to a cold wintery one. Now a cold wind was blasting through his light cotton shirt to attack his rapidly cooling body, and he was no longer in his garden, now he found himself running through the streets of London. He could not think why, and he was about to stop when he saw three ill kept men reflected in the large shop window before him, they were chasing closely behind him, and each of them was carrying a large knife. Rob felt instinctively for his automatic pistol before remembering that he was not carrying it, not to play with his children, suddenly the scene changed again and he found himself in a dark forest, and a deep sense of evil folded around him. His mind was in a turmoil as he attempted to explain what was happening to him, in fact it refused to work, one thought did come to him though, that it was time to increase the space between him and his pursuers. It was now that he tripped over the leg of a fourth man and went sprawling painfully to the ground. Before he could do anything the four men pounced on him, and turning him on to his back, they held him down. One by one, they smiled at him and then opened their mouths, and he saw their long sharp teeth, they were vampires. I t was now that a strange thought entered his mind, where was David, why was he not here to save him?
"Do not worry Rob Hinds you will feel nothing, not after we have drained your blood, but we want to thank you in advance for the tasty meal that you are about to provide us with, for we are going to eat your brain as well my friend." The largest and ugliest of the vampires said with his smile seemingly fixed to his dirty pock marked face.
Just as their teeth sank painfully into his body he woke up, his body was covered in sweat, his mind still in a turmoil, it was now that he realised that he had only been having a nightmare. As he looked about him he heard faint laughter that slowly faded away, and it was only then that a frightening thought occurred to him, what if his nightmare foretold his immediate future, was he about to be pulled into yet another black magic case? Instinctively his hand went to his neck to check to see if he had been bitten, but of course, he had not, for it was only a bad nightmare.
Beside him was his wife, Christina, and he saw fear in her eyes. "Rob, it cannot be happening again, not now!" Christina exclaimed fearfully.
Rob instantly squashed his terrifying thoughts and strove to reassure his wife that all was well.
"No sweetheart, it was just a dream, maybe Lord Asbaritch just wanted to remind us that his world is so very close, do not worry, I am not going to get involved with another coven of Satanists, that I promise you." Rob promised.
He just hoped that he could keep his promise, for his life was filled with the times when he found that he had no say as to what he would become involved in, or with whom. This past year had begun well, and with the birth of the twins everything seemed to be as near to perfection as is possible, he only had December to get through to complete his best year ever. Please, Rob begged silently of the Fates, let peace prevail.
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It was early December, and just days after Rob Hinds` nightmare, one that still haunted his waking and sleeping hours, when the Fates turned against him. To the east of London was a new religious cult, the Church of the Second Coming, one who believed that the Messiah was due to return to Earth in the spring of 2018, the Messiah they say having left Earth after his crucifixion to journey to other worlds that needed his help. They had purchased a disused church, one built in the late seventeenth century, and had restored it to its earlier architectural beauty and it was now ready for his arrival, should he choose to return to Earth. It was set within its own large meadow, which was also owned by the Church, a large and mostly empty warehouse was set on the edge of the meadow, the Church used it as a storeroom and a workshop, however soon it would be put to anothe
r use. They had added a cloister to the rear of the church, and this was where the Elders of the church, and any family members who chose to do so, now resided.
Their leader, Jeremiah Jones, was a tall heavily built man who ruled over his flock with a will of iron, his twelve disciples were of a similar breed with little tolerance for those that followed a different road. They had converted a number of people to their cause, ones who were faithful to Jones and his Church, and who put in a mass of voluntary work for their Church. The Church was different from other Churches, for it had spent the last six months sending a message into space; one necessary if the Messiah was to return, for without it he might think that the people of Earth had forgotten him. The message stated their devotion and their readiness to serve the Messiah, when he returned to create a new kingdom on Earth, one where peace and goodwill would be the norm. This their message said and much more, enough to provide someone who received the message with more than enough information to enable them to reply, be they good, extremely evil or just plain hungry.
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Unknown to the people of Earth, a lightly armed starship from the planet Amaymon was approaching the Sol solar system, their people, the Amaymons, known by worlds who had met them as the Harvesters, had sent them on a reconnaissance mission to find out what sort of defences they could expect to encounter, if they decided to call en masse. They were termed Harvesters because that is what they did to the inhabitants of the worlds they called on, they harvested them, but not as normal cannibals uses to do, no they drunk the blood of their victims and ate their brains.
Through his dreams, the leader of Amaymon had been seduced into planning this mission by Lord Asbaritch, he wanted something to occupy Rob Hinds and David Pritchard`s time while he attempted to seduce Moira Bourbon away from her theological studies and back to the side of the demons, and more importantly back to him.
"Magnus One, I have intercepted a message being broadcast from the planetary system that we have been ordered to investigate." Linguia, the communications officer, reported to the commander of the vessel.
Linguia was the youngest member of the coven Walpurgisnacht 12, the designation of their coven, and he had been so very proud when he had been selected to join the coven for this deep space journey, he knew that his family had felt this too and that they expected much from him.
"Put it through the translator and then play it back Linguia." Magnus One ordered.
After the message had been played, Magnus One smiled. "Timoni, I require a slight change of course when we enter the planetary system ahead of us, follow the signal that we just received to its source." Magnus One ordered his helmsman.
Soon the alien starship was in a geostationary orbit above south-eastern England. Magnus One has decided to go down to the land mass directly below them and visit the sender of the signal, seeing it as a way to blend in while they looked into the possibilities of the planet, with this plan in mind he contacted the Church.
"Timoni, plot the exact coordinates of the earthman when I contact him, then see if there is a suitable landing site close by." Magnus One instructed the helmsman.
Magnus One was now ready to speak to Jeremiah Jones.
"Jeremiah Jones, hear me, for my vessel has come in answer to the message that you have sent to the Messiah, the Chosen One, are you ready to receive his answer?"
Jones, who was sitting at the radio preparing to send another message out into space, almost fainted with shock after he had heard the voice coming through on their radio, and what it was saying. For a long moment he was unable to form a reply, however, finally he mastered his emotions and turned his radio transmitter over to the send mode.
"This is Jeramiah Jones, yes I hear you, please give us the Messiah`s reply to our message so that we can pass it on to our followers."
"I am called Magnus One; I sit on the left hand side of the Chosen One. He has asked me to tell you that he is happy with the work that you have done so far, that he has sent us on ahead to prepare the way, for we must determine whether Man is now worthy of his return." Magnus One said. "However, no one must know of our coming, no one except for your closest followers."
"I understand Magnus One; tell me what can I do to assist you in your work?" Jones asked while trying to contain his jubilation.
Magnus One ignored this question for the moment; instead, he asked one of his own.
"Tell me Jeremiah Jones, is there a suitable area where we can land in our shuttlecraft, one where we can conceal our craft?" Magnus One asked.
"Yes there is Magnus One, follow our signal to our church; you can land in the meadow that surrounds it. We have an empty building that should be large enough to suit your requirements." Jones replied in barely contained excitement.
"Thank you Jeremiah Jones, please await my next call, I will tell you then how you may assist us." Magnus One replied and then cut off the transmission.
"Scientia, this planet has a rudimentary radio scanning system, as we need to land unnotice, create a powerful electrical storm around the south east coast of the land mass where the signal originated from, ensure that the storm encompasses the entire sector so as to hide our arrival from the authorities." Magnus One ordered his scientific specialist.
The scientific specialist now began to create a massive electrical storm that soon raged around the coast of the south east of England and North Western Europe, and when Magnus One was satisfied that it would suffice, he ordered his helmsman to take them down through the planet`s atmosphere. Hidden by the storm the alien starship dropped down through the atmosphere and disappeared beneath the North Sea. There were thirteen humanoids aboard this vessel, a coven as the Amaymons term such a group, and they took their starship down to the seabed, from here their leader, Magnus One, would contact the Church again when his preparations were complete.
Magnus One now researched many things, such as the most suitable dress that his people should wear so that they would be able to fit into their adapted parts. He read about the Messiah, the Bible, and finally the English language, which the message was sent in, within the planet`s internet system. They also found the website of the Church, and the photographs and the information contained within it gave the aliens enough information to ensure that they did not make any errors as regards their supposed parts in the coming drama. Learning the English language might have presented an alien race with another problem, but one the Amaymons easily overcame. Any of the Amaymon race who was sent to a new planet carried a portable translation device linked mentally to their brains; the device translated what was said to them in English and sent the translation to their mind. To reply they only had to form each sentence in their mind and the correct words in English would be sent to them, again mentally. Their starship`s main computer soon had both the English language and the Aramaic language uploaded into its memory banks, for Magnus One had decided to use Aramaic so as to impress the members of the Church of the Second Coming, it being the language of the Messiah. Their new attire was soon ready, for they had the technology on board their specially fitted out vessel to make clothes to suit every occasion, and so he was now ready to speak to the Church of the Second Coming.
"Jeremiah Jones, this is Magnus One, we will be arriving in our shuttlecraft in one hour. However, when we do arrive it must be in secrecy, for the Chosen One was most insistent on secrecy until the time comes when we are ready to tell your world of his imminent arrival, only then can they know of his coming." Magnus One declared solemnly.
"We will be waiting for you; and fear not, we will have everything prepared for the arrival of your craft." Jones replied, his excitement having returned and it was still making speech very difficult for him.
"Goodbye for now Jeremiah Jones." Magnus One said turning off the radio.
Over the next hour the followers of the Church of the Second Coming were busy making room within their old barn of a warehouse, it was so that it could be used to garage the shuttlecraft, assuming that their warehouse was
large enough. When they were finished, they waited alongside it, looking into the night sky for their first sighting of a craft from not only another world, but also one sent to them by the Messiah.
Half an hour after their last message, a small shuttlecraft left the starship and headed towards the Church of the Second Coming. The followers of the Church did not notice the thick fog drifting towards them, although it was a mile in diameter and completely hid the shuttlecraft. They only became aware of it as the shuttle craft approached the meadow, the craft finally hovering silently just feet above the meadow. The members of the Church were ecstatic on seeing the small craft shrouded in its veil of fog, for everything they believed would now be vindicated. Jeremiah Jones could just make out their guests through the forward windows of the shuttlecraft and he too was awed by the arrival of the Extra Terrestrials. Knowing the need for stealth, he pointed silently to the open doorway of the mostly empty warehouse and waved them forward. The shuttlecraft silently moved forward into the old building and here it finally came to a rest.
A door in the side of the craft opened with a quiet hiss and a figure appeared, in his hand he held above his head a foot long metallic tube, his Lampada, from which a red plume of smoke slowly curled upwards. The other Amaymons now appeared, they too held a Lampada from which a plume of red smoke slowly curled upwards giving off a smell that resembled Jasmine. The Amaymons were all dressed in a religious habit, a white tunic covered by a long, hooded garment with wide sleeves, and brown in colour. The hood covered their heads and the followers of the Church could not see much of the wearer`s features, however this did not stop Jeremiah Jones from rushing forward to greet their guests.
"My Lords, I am Jeremiah Jones and these people are the Elders of the Church, we, your devoted friends, welcome you to our Church."
The alien did not immediately reply for he and the other aliens were all chanting as they left the shuttlecraft, slowly they encircled the humans. Their chanting filling the minds of the people, dulling their senses, the plumes of smokes having joined together to form a small cloud that hovered over the heads of the humans until it slowly drifted down covering their heads and shoulders, and also the upper bodies of the taller people. The humans did not realise that their minds were partly under the control of the aliens, a control that stopped many of the questions that formed in the minds of the humans, but were never spoken. Only Jones seemed capable of independent thought, and his face suddenly filled with wonder, for he had recognised both the words of the chant and the language in which it was sung.