The Dark Masion

11:30 Hallows Eve

  Lola sat in her office, the chair of her desk was facing the window looking out to the night sky. The only lights in the room were the tall candles she lit only hours before. It was a beautiful night, the stars were no were to be seen, the moon was so bright you could see all the clouds, one that would remind her of memories past. About the life she had before all the madness, the torcher, the killing. With the window open she could feel the cool breeze brush at her face, the air smelled like hickory wood burning in a fire. She was at peace, but only for a moment. She could here a door open, then another, then simultaneously both doors slamming and the sound of two sets of  feet running down the hall, she knew in just a few seconds there was going to be a knock on the door, She gave her hand a wave behind her and before the feet could stop her door slowly opens to reveal two demon like humans standing there, one a male, the other a female. Lola named them Derek and Camille after she was done creating them. 

  Derek looked as if he was in his early twenties, athletic body build, with warm beige skin. He was just a little over five foot seven, his hair was a dirty blonde and was always kept in a tight crew cut that went perfect with the shape of his triangle face and when he waited to appear human he could change his eyes into a cool green color that would give off a peaceful aura that could persuade anyone to do as they were told. When at home and free to be him, there is a black wolf like tall that comes out of his tailbone, his eyes are as black as night. 

  Camille looks in her early twenties as well, with the same demon-like features, wolf-like tail, and black as night eyes, she is a  five foot three demon with a heart shaped face and hazel eyes every human would die for, and a heavy lower lip to complement her face. Her hair was so dark red it looked black, the only way anyone could really tell it was red was when she stood in the sun and that was on a rare occasion. When still wet clay Lola carved markings of flowers and vines onto her arms and back, after she was dried and the last of the clay chipped away they were still imprinted on her bronze skin. Camille had a pear like body, her breasts were perfect but not large as Lola intended, her hips came in beautifully giving her a small hour shape then went out to think thighs.

  “My Queen, we have located another dark soul,” Derek said as he took one step into the room.

Camille took the step in after him, “We have pinpointed his location to…” she paused for a moment to look at her IPad, “Plainfield Wisconsin, the year is 1953.” 

  Derek looked over at Camille with his wicked smile and said “His name is Ed Gein, and since his mother passed away he has just been losing it.” Lola taped her perfectly manicured nails on the arm on her chair, Derek looked over and tried to breathe but felt trapped, at this point in time Camille stepped forward once more “I have looked into his soul my queen, the things he is doing!” she looked at her IPad again and started skimming down until she found what she was looking for.

  “He made as many as 40 nocturnal visits to three local graveyards to exhume recently buried bodies while he was in a "daze-like" state. On about 30 of those visits, he came out of the daze, left the graves in good order, and returned home empty-handed. On the other occasions, he dug up the graves of recently buried middle-aged women he thought resembled his mother and took the bodies home, where he tanned their skins to make his………” she gulped “paraphernalia, Gein is choosing victims that resembled his mother, the only difference is the way that they presented themselves went completely against his mothers views. For example, this woman Mary Hogan was a tavern owner with a nasty mouth, Gein took note of this as well as the amount of disapproval that his mother would have to such rash behavior. The women Gein chose to murder openly went against his mother's view as to how “proper” women should act.” she held up her fingers as if she was making quotation marks, “He thinks killing them satisfies his mother, in some delusional way.” Camille took a step back, Derek finally felt like he could breathe again.

  Lola’s nails dug into the arm of her chair, there was nothing more on earth, Valhalla or the underworld, that pissed her off more than a man putting his hands on a woman, and he was doing more than just slapping these elderly women around. From what she has already been told she knows the Hel would want this Dark soul as soon as word got back to her about their discovery. Lola stood out of her chair and walked around her desk coming around to the front of it to face her demons. She was barefoot and when the moonlight hit her you could see her almost every detail, her long black raven like hair framed her oval face perfectly, her round almond shaped eyes and full lips gave her the face every man found stunning and would fall into a deep hallucination for. Her top hourglass shaped body held her slender arms but gave her thick thighs. She was in her backless silhouette dress with long sleeves, a front keyhole cutout, and a figure-flaunting fit, her hair was all pulled over her left shoulder.

 “I think it is time we take the manor to 1957, and show the lovely people of Plainfield a wonderful haunted house.” Lola’s full lips came into a beautiful smile. The tension in the room was lifted away, and if on cue the candles of the room became very bright taking most of the shadows away. “Get the ingredients for the transportation spell, we only have 20 minutes till midnight,” she clapped her hands together and the demons were off doing what they were told.

  She turned away from the door to look out the window. With what Camille has told her about this Gein fellow she can imagine what he is doing with the bodies that he has been digging up. Her memories fade off to when she was living her life, she loves the future, the clothes, the food, the wine, music, but she misses her home in Norway.

   It was the Viking Period, Norway was not one united country, but many small kingdoms. Harald Fairhair became king of a large portion of Norway in 872. Many Vikings travelled to other countries. Some Vikings were merchants and bought and sold goods, while others were warriors who pillaged and killed. In modern days they now see them as warriors when talked about. But this was not why she missed her home, her mother was the cause of this, her mother was Freydis Eriksdottir. Daughter of Erik the Red and half-sister to Leif Eriksson, Freydis earned her Viking warrior princess mantle by chasing off some hostile Vinland natives by herself, armed with only a sword (or so it was told), while pregnant with Adora (later to be changed to Lola). She was also an explorer, Freydis and her husband led the Viking’s fourth expedition to Vinland. But while there, Freydis decided she wanted more than her share, so she lied to her husband, telling him that their partners had attacked her and demanded he kill them. He did but refused to murder their wives and children, so Freydis took an axe and did the job herself. When word got out about what she’d done, she was shunned, but since she was Leif’s sister, she got away with murder. So Freydis took Adora and fled to Norway.

  Lola came from a long bloodline of strong Viking women. She missed the days where she trained day in and day out getting ready for battle at any moment's notice, riding her horse through the forest, if she would have known what her mother was really grooming her for she would have run away as fair as she could. Who was she kidding though, she knew he would have found her, it was a blood debt her mother had to pay for the strength Loki had tricked her into borrowing for battle with the Vinland natives.

 “You know they have an old saying,” a smooth voice said as she could hear the door began to close behind her “speck of the devil and he shall appear.” and sure enough there he was coming from behind the shadow of the door. The most unpredictable and certainly the most dangerous god in the Norse pantheon was Loki. His activities ran from the merely mischievous to the blatantly malicious. Supremely clever, Loki ensnared everyone in complicated problems, to which he always supplied a remedy, though his solution often created even greater troubles. Loki is able to shape shift into almost any living being. In some separate incidents, he appears in the form of a salmon, a mare, a seal, a fly, and possibly also an elderly woman. But Lola has been the only one after the death of his wife to see his true form. The form he chose tonight was one he used on a regular basis. He stood tall at six foot eight, and of course he had a built body, his high skin fade and comb over was new but it went with his round face and his short red thick beard matched the red of his hair.

 “I do not think Hel would appreciate you trying to take her title of the underworld.” she said as a smirky response. She turned to face him as he let out a deep sigh.

 “Why must you always be so defiant towards me? I made you my wife, I gave you powers you could only dream off, this beautiful manor, I even stolen from Hel my own sister, the clay you used to created your demon span, and yet you are still so condescending!” he was pacing himself in her office at this time slightly raising his voice, she just lifted herself up and slid her way back onto the desk and paid him no mind, there was nothing he could do to her now that he hasn’t already done that would scare her. She had lost all emotions of fear, helplessness, of hope when Loki spent the first half of her immortal life torturing her physically and mentally so she would lose what little humanity she had left and make her heart as cold as his. She did not lose it though, there is still a little flame of her humanity left, and she holds on to it dearly. She uses what little she has left to take back her revenge, maybe not on Loki himself but on the vile men who act like him. 

  “Is there something I could help you with Hasband?” empathizing the last part of her question. He looked up at her and walked straight over to her, she was sitting on her desk cross legged, He grabbed her knees and spread them apart, her dress rose up, “Wife” he said just as sarcastically as she did, “ I am here on behalf of my sister,”

 “Word travels quickly.” Lola said 

 “Indeed it does, she wants that old soul in this house by the end of this human night… What do they call it? Halloween?” He asked as he cupped her chin in his hand. Lola stood firm, he was trying to see if he could scare her, get under her skin like the good old days. He rubbed his thumb across her lower lip, bit his own lip then kissed her deep. She hated him, she hated him with almost every part of her body, almost. He did something to the inside of her legs that she could never control, she would almost lose control sometimes, her inner thoughts would beg him to take her, would scream at herself for him to rip her pants off, once in a while she wouldn't be able to help herself so she would give in to the lust that boiled deep for him. 

 He pulled away from her, “nothing yet?” his lips pulled into a wicked smile, he ran his fingers through his hair and she could have swore he was blushing. 

 “Not today,” she lied and pushed the burning feeling of her legs out of her head.

He straightened up and cleared his throat, “It's eleven forty seven, don't you have a spell you need to get ready?” She closed her eyes and before she could even answer she felt a wind wrap around her and leave out the window, at that point in time she knew he had left, most likely disappointed.