DemonSEXoligy Ch. 03

"So I—err like the colour your eyes turn when you get all magical." Samantha broke the ice.

"Thanks, I don't know what colour it is." Dominic replied.

"Your Iris turns into a kind of gold colour." Samantha told him. "So, I think I better apologise for coming very harsh on you when we were at the gardens."

Dominic took in a deep breath. "That's alright; I was a big douche to you for a while." Dominic confessed.

Samantha smiled. "Good, I hope we can still be friends." With that, Samantha cleared her throat and went to the bathroom. Though the reconciliation talk between the two was short, they both felt it was a step closer, and they could both feel it.

Dominic's phone vibrated, at first he was reluctant to see what it was, but soon gave up to his own curiosity. It was a text message from his sister. It read, "Dom, something is wrong with me. My eyes changed colour. I can do things!!" Dominic closed his eyes shut. "Fuck."

"Hey, come into the bathroom!" Both Amanda and Samantha shouted.

Amanda (III)

The tub was still misty when everyone gathered around, Amanda looked excited, and she was smiling and jumping all over the room. "Well, here goes nothing." Amanda stood at the edge of the tub. "Good luck." Everyone wished her. Soon, Amanda's ghostly essence disappeared into the tub. Damian began to enchant. "Et nunc, bonded"

A few seconds went by, and Dominic decided to peer over to see what was happening. He was caught off guard, as Amanda's new body shot it the air, a blast of steam followed and dissipated, the twelve sided box flew into Damian's lap.

Panting, naked, confused and new; Amanda stood before her friends, she gave a smile as her boobs giggled with her movement out of the tub. "Remarkable." The professor adjusted his glasses; perhaps he was also ogling Amanda. "So much I—we can learn from you, sweetie." He added.

"So... How do I look?"

Amanda walked in on the group, wearing a new red leather jacket and a white blouse with a brownish trouser. Samantha allowed her to borrow some of her clothes while she and Tabitha went shopping for the start of her new look.

"Wow, you look amazing; your clothes bring out your... wow." Dominic and Damian fell head over heels when they saw her.

"Thanks, the red leather jacket reminded me of the one I wore when I was alive, the first time. The blouse reminded me of my night gown I wore as a ghost." Amanda explained, smiling. With her new body, she went all the emotions and privileges that came with being alive, but she knew it would not last much longer. Amanda walked up to Damian and started tugging his smart coat. "I like your new coat, Damian." Samantha observed Dominic's new olive duffle coat. "Ohh wow, you two went shopping as well? That was quick!" She commented

"We're men; it doesn't take u that long." Dominic joked. Amanda smiled, "Oh really now? You know I use to fight with swords when I was alive, before." Amanda made a light hearted threat. "Oh well, so when will we go to the museum?" Amanda asked.

The students walked around the museum; a last stop before the airport. It had sections for a large range of Avonlithea history, starting from the death of the three goddesses up to the formation of the United Asthanthia Kingdoms until the nineties, when UAK history became more mundane.

There were numerous speakers, in front of countless exhibitions. One lady was talking about how all of Avonlithea came under Asthanthian rule and formed the UAK. Amanda walked and looked around in awe, thought she needed some help with reading the words, she enjoyed catching up with history. The group, decided to break away from the other students, les they grew curious and started to converse with Amanda.

"Oh, I remember that." Amanda said joyfully to her new friends as she pointed to a tapestry depicting some of her adventures, though they were short lived. "I remember, also...And he was an amazing person." She jumped and giggled; running around the displays, like a ten year old girl. Damian and the other just smiled at her, and then at each other, it was nice to see her catching up. Amanda suddenly stopped, she looked up at a golden canvas, with faces of past warrior women. The face on top was an older woman, their mentor. A tear formed in Amanda's eyes as she saw the faces of her old friends, there were other faces as well, but she could not make them out. "Lady M, Nagma, Azza, Nyermina, Sentoki, Ashanti, Gliese and—and me." She remembered all her comrade's names but there a couple missing, Amanda assumed that there were more warrior women trained, after she died but she had forgotten someone. Damian and Dominic placed there hands on her shoulders, making her jump a little.

"She looks like you." Tabitha told her, as she flicked through the tablet near the exhibition; Amanda observed the touch screen and had a go at it. "Mike." Amanda spoke with sorrow; she saw an extra tapestry on the tablet. "Mike... My beloved, I died and left you to drown in your sorrows, now I live again and you left my tears with nowhere to hide, but at least you found another woman to grow old with by your side." She spoke softly as her friends comforted her. "We're here for you." Tabitha spoke assured her. Amanda flicked back to the close up of her face. Her name was translated from runes. "Boud—Boudi—Boudicca" Amanda read it out loud. "Boudicca, my name was Boudicca." She announced to her friends, though her voice was still woe-full."

"Let's go and see the theatre history of the UAK." Samantha suggested, in attempts to cheer Amanda up. "Give me ten more minutes, sweetie." Amanda replied, everyone nodded and walked away. "You know where to find us." Dominic said with a warm smile, Amanda smiled and nodded; wiping away the tears. "Boudicca." She said to herself; looking back at the solid gold canvas.

Suddenly, her mind was transported, in a flash. She saw misty figures, most were female. As they got closer, she was able to make out the identities. The closest was a blonde woman, tall and with blue eyes; her attire was out of focus, like the faces of people in your dreams. "Gliese? Sister!" She cried out "Hello, Bouddie, it has been a while." Her sister greeted her as did the others. They surrounded her with smiles and touching hands. "We are so proud of you." Spoke Ashanti, who was dark skinned with white spiky hair to her shoulders. She was pelted with praise and words of encouragement and wisdom. Drawing closer they held her in their embrace. Suddenly they parted, and a young man with hair to his ears, held her hand. "My beloved Bouddica." He whispered to her. "My beloved Mike, I hope you and your family are well." She replied.

"They are well. We long for the day you complete your purpose and return to us." He smiled and gave her a kiss. "Amanda does not sound like a bad name." He grinned and stared in her eyes.

Gliese interrupted. "We must go now, you have one last war to fight, my dear sister." The figures drew away until they were nothing but mist. Amanda would have tried to stop them, but the thousand year war in Hell, imprinted a strong sense of duty in her. "If all goes well, I shall see them once more." She said to herself.

Amanda completely blocked out the stranger's calling, behind her. "Miss, Miss, I'm sorry, sweetie. Can you..." The voice cut of when Amanda turned her back. Behind her was another young man, about nineteen, thick glasses and a mopped hair, that had started to come to the front of his forehead; he had a slight beard and a professional looking camera around his neck. He spoke once more, "I'm sorry, but I could not help but notice that you look a bit like one of the warrior woman... but with black hair."

Amanda smiled and posed a curtsy. "Call me Boudicca." She joked. Deep inside her the irony was tearing her up; she had to control her laughter.

"Is it alright, if I take a few pictures of you, in front of Boudicca's portrait?" He asked.

"Of Couse, lead the way."

"Here can you hold this" The young man handed her the coffee her was drinking. Amanda could not resist but took a few sips.

"Uggh, what is it? It's bitterer than cum." She erupted. A few people turned the backs to look at her. The young man laughed.

"It's called coffee...I can buy you a cup, I never got a girl coffee before, or had one sip mine." He said, awkwardly and embarrassed.

"It's okay; I'd rather have some good ale." She replied. "So, Boudicca, how was she?" Amanda took the chance to ask.

"Oh...well. I use to read all about the warrior woman, when I was young and well, don't tell anyone but she was my first crush." He blurted out whilst adjusting his lenses. "Shit. I just sounded like a weirdo." He awkwardly laughed.

Amanda blushed and snorted. "No, you sound like a sweet man." She reassured him.

"Well, this is it." The young man aimed his camera at the portrait and Amanda left the coffee near his foot, and run next to the portrait; fixing her hair an striking a pose. The camera clicked a few times. "Now try to copy her pose." He was referring to the pose the Boudicca had in the portrait, it was of her with two blades; looking at the sky, in the corner of the frame. "Perfected." The young man licked his lips, but Amanda did not notice.

After the 'photoshoot' the young man showed Boudicca the pictures. "It is like a protait making device." She noted.

"Yes. A camera." He snorted in laughter. "Oh, where are my manners? My name is Eugene."

Amanda scratched her ear. "Amanda."

"Please to meet you, Amanda. May I have your number?"

"Oh, I'm not a slave." Amanda replied.

Eugene laughed and took out and pen and paper; he scribbled on it before handing to it Amanda. "Not a slave to smart phones? Ha! Take my number, email, Facebook, Tumblr and twitter." He spoke as fast as he wrote, Amanda noted.

"Well, Good bye, Amanda. Nice meeting you." He waved himself of.

"Farewell, Eugene."

Amanda did not bother to ask what he had written down.

As they watched their class mate board the couch, off to the airport, Damian and the others stood concerned. They went to a corner where they could not be seen. "So how are we going to bring her to the UK?" Samantha asked.

"We could stick her in a..." Dominic was interrupted by Tabitha. "No!"

Amanda grinned. "I think I can sort out my own travels." She said; stepping backwards. "Watch." Amanda closed her eyes as a flash of light emitted from her body. The group stood at awe, she transformed into the goddess on her Sarcophagus. An eagle helmet, gold and white wings, skirt with her panties visible and a plated bra. "I shall meet you in the UK." She said and she grinned at her friends; still silent in awe. She flew off.

***Epilogue***

My name is Damian Smith, and in this world of Love and lust, angels and Demons. My friends and I work to keep order in line, good and evil in balance and you lot safe. You might not think we have enough to stop an armada of demons, let alone those that make you sex crazed, but you're wrong. We have a kick ass English girl, who can...well, kick your ass and her smart father. We have a guy descended from the goddesses and a chick with a zippo lighter, and me... descended from the most evil entity in existence, well former. But I am still ready to step up against mad cunts, I am still, willing to protect those who need it and I am still, the devil's blood.