"The Evil that Men do" Part III©1209.99 Chaoticworks Inc.

Title: "The Evil that Men do" Part III
Author/pseudonym: Nytshaed & Tammy.
Fandom: Buffy, OC
Rating: Rated NC-17 for Sex: homosexual, violence, satanic references.
Status: Incomplete. Work in Progress.
Archive: On Chaoticworks.com only. No part may be reposted, published or reproduced without written explicit permission of the author.
E-mail address for feedback: nytshaed@ix.netcom.com
Series/Sequel: Part three in the "Evil t hat Men Do" saga.
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Disclaimer: AJ belongs to Chaoticworks, Inc, Ethan Raynes, Cordelia Chase, and Spike belong to the Buffy people.
Notes:
Summary: AJ Gets REALLY bad, and raises Hell, literally, with Ethan, Spike and Cordy.
Warnings: None

The Tor

Emerging from one of the darker corners of the chamber, AJ approached the center of the room where Cordelia and Falcon toyed with the sacrifice. He looked up casually as he walked slowly by, seeing the flesh that continued to be filleted from her trembling form. With a studious purpose, he continued his travels around the outer circle of the pentagram inlaid into the floor. His long black robe that he now wore was made of the blackest material that shimmered with an unholy sheen as the candle light struck it. Embroidered all over it were dozens of arcane symbols and sigils, and laid open in his hands was an ancient tome from which he read, and chanted slowly as he circled the perimeter.  

Ethan watched as the handsome Soul Reaper, and his beloved Demon Spawn worked in tandem to what would surely be a cataclysmic end of the world as far as the Goodie Two shoes knew it. He smiled as a joyous form of power lust began filling his black soul. This was good, this was very good.   After circling the pentagram three times, once for each member of the Unholy Trinity, AJ set the book in a stand in the middle of the pentagrams hexagonal section. Reaching into his robe, he drew forth a silver sacrificial dagger, and held it tightly in his right hand. While he chanted in Latin, he lifted his left arm up and with more than a subtle grimace of pain, quickly drew the dagger across his left wrist, bringing forth a steady crimson flow. His eyes flared, and the deep lavender color became luminescent as he circled the trio in the center of the pentagram, making a circle around them with his blood. When the circle was complete, he paused in front of the Slayer and while he made motions in front of her with the dagger. He spoke a summoning incantation and then grabbing her by the hair, lifted her face up to smear an inverted cross in his blood upon her forehead, before letting her head drop limply back down.  

Stepping back, he repeated the incantation and then repeated the marking of his forehead with the cross inverted. Holding his hands out to his sides, he let his head fall back slightly and closed his eyes as he began another incantation. All but the numbed form of the Slayer paused as there was a low rumble from below, and the room began to vibrate with a perceptible hum.      

The power rushed through Cordelia like nothing she had ever felt. Every particle of her being tingled like a thousand orgasms. She could feel herself growing wet with anticipation. "So this is what it feels like to be a god."   The shaking of the ground beneath their feet intensified as one after another the virgin sacrifices had there throats slit and were tossed into the widening chasm. A dull crimson light could be seen coming from the crater that was opening beneath the Tor, and it made her demon born blood sing.

A dull crimson light could be seen coming from the crater that was opening beneath the Tor, and it made her demon born blood sing.   AJ finished the first part of the Incantation, and paused to watch Cordelia as she sunk deeper into the throes of the spell. As the rumbling continued with her added participation and the adding of the sacrificial blood and souls, he set the Tome of Summoning aside on a stone half column, and shrugged out of his robe, tossing it into the chasm. It was received with a blast of balefire and the redness of the opening pit shone bathed his magnificent muscular and nude for in an eery light.

With a beastly growl, he continued the spell that would summon Asmodeous, the Demon kin of Cordelia, and his master Amduscias the Grand Duke under whom he served.   "Lords of the Pit, Masters of all evils, hear the call of your children and devoted believers. We call forth on your strength and power to bring forth into the world the power of Darkness, the power of the Dark One, the Apocalypse!" AJ called out, raising his hands skyward as the room began to vibrate more.

A pulsing emanated from the widening pit mouth, and as a sulfurous mist began to seep forth, a change started to come over AJ.   Tall bat-like wings sprouted from his back, and his fingernails lengthened into long deadly claws. As he tossed his head back and let out a deep roar, his sharp fangs always present became longer and glinted it the red glow as his hair lengthened even more with his sensual demon form. His gaze lowered once the transformation finished, and his now red eyes alighted on the voluptuous form of Cordelia in her incantation rapture.  

"Lord Asmodeous, Lord of Lust, and Fury we call you forth with our blood, we call you forth with our sacrifice, and with this unholy union in your name! Open your door, let free your Infernal Forces, and claim this realm as your own," he chanted as he moved up behind Cordelia, and swept her up in his impassioned embrace. She was still fully transfixed by the sensations the spell was working on her body, and when she felt the powerful embrace of her demon lover, she turned and with heavy lidded eyes placed her hands alongside AJ's face and kissed him hungrily.

With a feral growl, he returned the kiss, and bit at her lips and tongue, drawing sweet blood which he lapped at hungrily, "My sweet, my sweet Demoness, feel us, feel the power we make," he growled near her ear as he used the back flapping motion of his wings to lay the two of them down on the stone floor of the pentagram, and positioned himself atop her and between her thighs. He looked down at her with his own impassioned grin, and ran his tongue along her belly as he tore the clothes from her body with skilled and delicate slashes of his claws.

Cordelia growled her approval, and ran her claws along his heated skin, leaving behind thin rivulets of blood in the welts. AJ shivered in delight and once her clothes has joined his in the pit, he embraced her and placed a ferocious bite on her left collar bone as he teased at her tight opening, "We shall mate and bring forth a whole new generation of Powerful ones my pet, the time has come," he hissed in her ear as he thrust into her, not waiting for a reply.   Cordelia let out a loud hiss and her body arched underneath AJ in electrical shock waves of pleasure as his body filled hers. AJ's feral groan of passion were drowned out by the rumbling coming from the pit as he clutched Cordelia tightly to him, and thrust himself in and out of her. Cordelia's claws dug completely into AJ's shoulders, spilling more of his blood onto the tile around them as she tossed her head back and cried out. Ethan was one hell of a fuck, but she had never felt anything like a mating with one of her own kind. The sensation was indescribable.

The dark Mage glanced up with a snarl, his dark curls plastered to his forehead with sweat, and blinked as the whirling smoke and cinders that filled the room stung his eyes.   "I'm kinda busy here trying to control the fucking spell, AJ." He snarled, a trickle of blood running from his nose, as he kept his mental grip on the skein of power that made up the spell to control the Hellmouth. Should he slip, lose control of the weave for even one second, and not only would they have a Hellmouth in London they'd have hell on earth. And Ethan, for all his quirks, did not think he'd fit in too well in hell. Heat played havoc with his complexion. He felt a twinge in his crotch as he glanced over to where the Rock Star and Cordelia were entangled on the ground, his tongue sliding out to wet his lips, and his black eyes flickered heatedly. Feathers and talons, pale skin sweat slicked and wreathed with smoke, filled his vision as the two demon-kin writhed on the hard stone floor of his lair. The distraction was only momentary but it was enough. "Oh shit."  

Even as Ethan groped to regain control of the magery that had slid through his fingers the opening Hellmouth began to *pulse* oddly. A taloned hand could be seen pressing against the dull reddish black energies that filled the rift as the membrane stretching to near tearing point and then beyond. As the energies tore and ripped apart, a huge creature crawling from the mouth of Hell in a parody of childbirth, tatters of hell born power rose and drifted across the room. As they fell to the ground, searing through the thin, bloodstained soil to the granite below, they birthed twisted horrors that crept and slithered into the welcoming embrace of the darkness in search of hosts or victims.  

Ethan finally managed to regain control of his spell, knitting the portal closed so that only power and that which he or his compatriots summoned, though it was too late to stop the great demon from emerging into the moonlit night.   ""Damnation, I thought I was coming to earth!"   "Yes well." Wiping a hand across his upper lip, blood smearing across pale skin, the dark Mage smirked. "Think of this as a suburb."    

AJ looked up from the swooned form of Cordelia in his arms briefly at the form birthing itself from the pit. A curious smile cut across his face, and with a last gnawing bite to Cordelia's shoulder blade, he dropped her onto the floor, and slowly backed away from the pool of vital fluids they had made in their mating. He watched the demon move about slowly, gazing at the realm it now found itself in. Rising to his full height, he stretched, his chiseled form bathed in the elements of smoke, fire and sulfur. He held his hands out toward the Demon, and began to slowly flap the massive Bat wings on his back slowly. As he did so, the air in the chamber began to circulate until it spun around the room like a contained tornado. With an impressive wave of his hands he directed the flumes of smoke and sulfur back down into the Hellmouth just as the crack sealed itself at Ethan's command.  

Suddenly the air in the room was clear, and all was silent. He noticed Ethan's obvious smile of relief at having clean air to breathe again, "You'd never survive all the Dry ice fog at one of my shows," he mused to himself with a smirk.   AJ then brushed his long hair back over his shoulders, it was hopelessly matted in sweat and blood, as he walked slowly around the stunned form of the Demon in the center of the room. He smiled,

"Well, well, we opened the box and found a prize, " he said quietly as he folded his arms over his chest, and addressed the Demon, "By the Power of my Lord Amduscias, and the power over this pit which I possess, I command you, address me Demon, state your name, line, and whom you serve on this plane," He called out in a powerful deep voice that surprised even Ethan. He had never heard the arrogant leather boy sound so empowered before. Perhaps this was his home stage of performance, and he was truly in his element.

Cordelia pulled her long legs up then wrapped her arms about them. She idly traced a thin line of blood down her naked flesh with one finger, then popped the finger into her mouth to lick the blood away. Her hooded gaze went over AJ as he commanded the new Demon, and then finding it boring, she looked to find Ethan.  

Her lover was leaning against the wall and panting. Dark blood smeared the top of his lip. She felt her stomach growl at the thought of it wet on her own lips. She climbed gracefully to her feet, and sauntered over to the Mage's side. A gust of cool wind from AJ's wings made her shiver, and her nipples grow hard again.

"Ethan?" she ran her arms around his waist nuzzling in the black silk of his robes. "Are you OK?"   The tall Mage tilted her face back and kissed her deeply. A sudden thrill running like goose bumps down his arms as she licked the blood from his lip. "I'll be all right, dearest. I just need to eat something and rest. Then I'll be fine." He closed his almost midnight dark eyes and breathed in deeply. "Can you feel it? The power?"  

The cheerleader from Hell nodded, then slipped her naked body into the front opening of Ethan's robe where she could press her warm body against his. "Let's go upstairs and figure out what we do next."

Phredd stretched his wings, rolled his shoulders, and casually began what looked like Tai Chi Chuan. "Okay, so this is earth. I've heard so much about it. But, I'd have to guess you two," pointing at AJ and Cordelia, "Aren't humans. And, before I answer your questions, I gotta ask, who in the Abyss is Adam Lucas?" Phredd grinned, revealing numerous and huge canines.  

AJ calmly arched a delicate black eyebrow, and tilted his head slightly at the Demon standing before him. He snorted his disgust at not being properly addressed by the Pit Spawn but since he was tired and had just gotten a delightful piece of action from Cordelia, he would overlook the snub.  

"First of all, you are right about that bright boy, or whatever you are. I am so much beyond human. Secondly, I have no idea who you are talking about," he said lazily, "I am not from this 'burg," AJ then slowly walked around the sealed chasm, stretching his arms over his head, then gave his massive wings a slow flap and stretch as he neared the large stone door to the chamber.   "Well then, what am I to do, now that I am here in this place?" Phredd called after the obviously exiting Demon Rock Star.  

"Buy a Map," AJ called back casually as he left the room, and headed upstairs. There were several things he wanted right then, the first of which was a bath and a nap, "I hope Cordelia left some hot water in the heater," he mumbled as he ascended the steps, and left.

Cordelia purred softly as she stepped into the huge sunken bath, the hot scented water rippling around her body, and resumed human form to prevent her feathers from getting wet. Lowering herself into the water until it lapped against the underside of her breasts, foam from the bubble bath clinging to her shapely limbs, she moved over to where Ethan already reclined comfortably as he sipped a glass of dark red wine.   "I can still feel the power." She purred as she spread her fingers across his chest, enjoying the return to youthful vigor that her spells had caused, and bit his lower lip sharply as she kissed him. "Even now that we are away from the Hellmouth."  

"Of course." Setting his wine glass down Ethan ran his soapy hands across his demonic love's body as he drew her towards him. "I sealed the power of the Hellmouth to the three of us. You, me and AJ." Sliding his hands down to her hips he drew her between his thighs. "All three of us can draw from the Hellmouth to fuel our special abilities but none of us can cast a summoning without the others. And speaking of power your aunt called me today."  

"Vashti?" Her head tilting back as Ethan kissed her neck and breast Cordelia gasped for breath. "How is my dysfunctional little family doing in my absence."  

"Well enough. But Vashti has decided to remain in France for the moment, apparently there is a war between the Sabbat and the Camarilla that she is finding quite amusing, and she wants you to take over running Fomor in London." His words paused for a moment as he drew her turgid nipple into his mouth and laved it with his tongue until he felt her squirming against him hungrily.

"I looked into the legalities of it all earlier, always knew that law degree would be useful, and you should be able to set your seal on the place tomorrow. Madam Chairwoman."

Tuesday, The Hellmouth

Now fully rested from the exertion opening the Hellmouth had caused him, AJ was again fit as a fiddle, and slowly walking around the Chamber containing the Hellmouth, browsing through a few of the books he had procured from Ethan's Library. He chuckled here and there, looking over the Magely spells, and invocations that could definitely be put to some good use at the appropriate times.  

He had taken up a temporary residence in the estate, after getting the feeling the Hotel was being watched. He didn't know that for sure, but it was just a hunch, and he always followed his hunches. Tiring of walking around the charmed circle, he at last settled into an easily summoned leather easy chair made of Bimbo Hides, and sat down to study the ancient tomes. With a wave of his hand, a bottle of blood wine wisped into view, as well as a glass and a table to set upon. After pouring a tall serving of the wine, he drink long from it as he continued his studies. He would wait here until his host and mistress returned, perhaps he could talk them into a three-sie...

Wednesday, Ethan's Estate. 

AJ skipped and twirled across the smooth shininess of the polished wooden floor of the dining room. With all of the chairs and that gawdawful dining table pushed over to the side near the windows, it was a bitchin' practice studio. The weeks in London without a workout had made him lazy, so after summoning his training gear from the states, he was now ready to work out.   Dressed in black Lycra biker shorts and a matching tank top, he had put his hair up in twin pony tails in such a way that combined with the delicate eyeliner he was wearing that day, made him look like the REAL cheerleader from Hell, or at least Baby Spice's Evil Brother.  

With grace and finesse that would make any Highlander jealous, he spun around slashing and diving with the twin katanas he was the master of. Years of training by the best of the best made him a whirling lethal weapon with the steel as well as his unearthly powers. He continued to slash and attack at the form before him that also returned paries, and thrusts with equal skill. She was a summoned demon sparring partner, just a notch above his own supreme level of skill to keep him on his toes.   It was only after he had thoroughly exhausted his mortal strength that she was able to get in a slash across his chest.  

"Dammit," he swore swabbing his gloved palm across the slash in the material, and coming up with blood. With a venomous glare and a spit just as vile, he dismissed her back to the Pit, and sat down on the floor, "FUCK! That hurt," he muttered, and to accent that point he tossed first one, then the other Katana into the nearby wall, sticking them there like large silver darts.  

He sat there for a long moment catching his breath. As he did so, he folded his arms around his bent knees, and looked around the room, "God this guys needs to redecorate," he muttered before getting up and going over to the CD player. He went through the pile of silvery disks, and after tossing the unwanted choices onto the floor to skitter and roll away, he dropped one into the player, and after punching the start button, grabbed a bottle of Evian and took a long drink as he strolled again back to the center of the room.   Soon the bombastic sounds of Van Halen's "Panama" came out over the speakers of the player, and tossing the bottle of water aside in an arc of water, AJ wrapped his arms across his middle, sliding his hands over his hips as he began to grove and strut to the song in ways DLR could only dream of in his younger days.  

"Too bad you got OLD Dave," he smirked as he went through a variation on an old onstage routine to the thundering song, singing along with it at the top of his voice.   "Jump back, what's that sound? Here she comes, full blast and top down. Hot shoe, burnin' down the avenue. Model citizen zero discipline   Don't you know she's coming home with me? You'll lose her in the turn. I'll get her!"   AJ in a tenor that would rival any of his contemporaries. The pumped bass from the player echoed off of the walls, and somewhere in a dark corner of the Estate, Ethan slowly opened a sleepy eye as the pounding sound reached his head.   "What the bloody hell?"  

"Panama, Panama Panama, Panama   Ain't nothin' like it, her shiny machine. Got the feel for the wheel, keep the moving parts clean. Hot shoe, burnin' down the avenue, Got an onramp comin' through my bedroom..."   AJ continued to sing, sliding around on the floor, using a pool cue he had found at a makeshift mike stand. He spun, and strutted, pouted and posed. This was fun.   "Gods, I need to do a GIG!," he shouted between singing verses.  

Singing his own chorus of curses, Ethan quickly wrapped a silken robe around his slim form as he stormed from his suite, and descended the wide staircase towards the source of the damnable din. He followed the sound down to the first floor and turned toward the Dining room. As he reached the room at last, he grasped the brass door knobs in his hands, and pulled the doors open. Bright sunlight and a sonic blast of Van Halen greeted him, and a snarl actually emerged from his lips as he saw the source of the cacophony.   "Don't you know she's coming home with me? You'll lose her in the turn. I'll get her!"   AJ was still singing when the doors opened, and since he was facing them when he did so, he merrily continued the stage prance over to near where Ethan stood fuming.

As if perfectly cued, the song hit the bridge, and with the quieter and mellowed guitars and vocals, AJ slunk up closer to Ethan, his eyes heavily lidded, and his razor grin full of obscene promise.   "Yeah, we're runnin' a little bit hot tonight. I can barely see the road from the heat comin' off of it, " he sang as he seductively wrapped his arms around his muscular shoulders, and pouted at Ethan at the pause. Ethan's sour snarl slowly melted into an expression of curious surveillance. AJ kept his eyes locked with Ethan's, and continued to purr as he slid his hands down slowly over his lithe body, and cupped his groin in the palms of his hands, "As, you reach down, between my legs, and ease the seat back..." he sang with the practiced pout of any courtesan. Just as he saw the fire arise in Ethan's eyes with the intended affect, the song picked up, and AJ spun away from Ethan and his tardy reaching grasp to continue the song.  

"She's blinding, I'm flying, Right behind the rearview mirror now. Got the feeling, power steering, Pistons popping, ain't no stopping noooooooow..." AJ sang, holding the last note longer than the singer on the CD, and stood there bathed in the sunlight, his arms raised over his head, and his back to Ethan, lost in the moment. AJ smiled, he did not need to see Ethan's swipe at him to know about it. He WAS surprised however by the frustrated growl that sounded behind him, followed by the angry slamming of the study door. AJ spun around and with an amused grin, folded his arms over his chest.   "Well, that was certainly rude," he said with a toss of his hair.

He stood there a moment longer, only the chirping of his cel phone in his duffel bag breaking him out of the trance he was in. Dancing over to the place where the bag rested, and arriving at it following a knees slide, he dug the phone out of the bag, and answered the call.   "Yeah.... Yeah, things are going just great," he said in a sarcastic tone as he shifted to sit cross legged on the smooth wooden floor, and rolled his head around his shoulders, easing some latent tension residing there.

"Well, London sucks, what more do you want me to say?... Yeah, I could do that. Things over here are truly abysmal... OK, I will... Soon.... I don't know HOW soon, but soon. I may need to tie up a few loose ends here before I leave," he said with a sly smile as he listened to the voice on the other end of the line.   "Yeah... Yeah... OK, right. See ya." AJ grinned, giving bored responses to the demands being issued from the caller. He turned off the phone, and tossed it into the bag. Leaning back for a moment, he looked around the room, and formulated a plan before standing up and gathering his things.