Hellblazer: Lost Innocence

Chapter 4

John looked over the doll that Chaz had brought back with him. It was petite, designed to look like a girl around nineteen, coppery red hair, a school girl’s uniform, and all together not a bad looking piece of work. He drew the circle on the carpeted floor with some masking tape that was in their bag, added the runes, the pentagram, and then he and Chaz laid the doll inside of the casting circle. He took the milk, the honey, and the book that Chaz had given him, and then he placed the three on the table next to the circle. With any luck this would work.

“Ancient ones, inspiration to man, mothers of invention, I call thee, come forth, visit with us, allow us the favor of your knowledge, grant us your inspiration.”

Light flooded the room, and suddenly the doll’s chest began to expand. The moment it did the milk and honey seemed to drain in on themselves. The book smoldered for a moment before it caught fire and burned to nothing on the table. For a moment there didn’t seem to be much else, but then it sat up. The doll seemed to study its hands, and it seemed to study as each finger bent and then relaxed back into place. After a moment it turned its head toward John. The lips of the doll curved up into a smile as it stood.

“This vessel is promising,” she said, “In truth, I’ve rarely enjoyed such a finely created vessel. Most often it is small wax figures created in what was believed to be my image.”

Oddly while both John and Chaz heard her conversation her lips didn’t move. She was still smiling, watching them, and they realized that she was using a form of telepathy to communicate with them. She was a muse, and that meant that she often spoke directly to the minds of artists. He watched as she cupped her own breasts, squeezed them, and then her mouth opened as she giggled slightly.

“This body would indeed be fun,” she said, “I almost desire to reside in it for a while.”

She looked at him, “Is this vessel normally occupied, or would it be possible for me to claim it as my own?”

He grinned, “It’s yours if you want,” he said, “Although, we could use a bit of information, if you don’t mind.”

She nodded, looked at the circle, and then at him.

“I give my word that I will not cause harm to you, or your friend, and that I shall abide by the rules set down by the first Merlin as indicated.”

He walked over and broke the circle and she stepped out. He watched as she took a seat, and seemed far too pleased with herself. Once she was settled he took a seat in front of her and watched as she seemed to study everything in the room. As much as he could figure it was a chance for her to experience things from as close to a mortal’s perspective as she had really ever had before. Releasing her wasn’t the greatest idea in the world, and he knew that. Granted she had given her word, and as such she was bound to it. If she promised not to harm them then she wouldn’t, but that only really meant that they were safe. If she decided she could go out and wipe out every single human being and not feel the slightest bit bad about it. After all she was something that was as far removed from humans as humans were removed from ants.

“”We’ve got a loa that’s taken the form of a Changeling Queen,” he said, “I know that your lot inspired the stories that became My Little Pony, and I know that means that it’s likely you know how to defeat the Changeling Queen.”

The muse looked at him, her eyes wide, and then there was an almost manic smile on her face, “My, so a villain that is able to take any form, that feeds off of emotions, and that is a master at manipulation has decided to appear here,” she said, “Well, then the answer is simple You need to have one of four things. The elements of Harmony, and they are not here. They are only available in that world. The second would be a love so powerful that it would drive her away, and while I know that you humans do have the ability to love, I doubt that any of you feel that kind of love toward one another. The third would be to willingly give your love to her. In doing that it would likely poison her, but it has to be an act of pure love, not vengeance. The forth and finally would be to smash her like the bug she is.”

He looked at her for a moment, “Smash her, how?” he asked, “How would we smash her?”

The muse shrugged, “Something heavy enough would do it. Although don’t count on conventional weapons to work on her. If she has truly become a Changeling Queen then her exoskeleton is so strong that it will stop most conventional firearms. On top of that Changelings can heal themselves with the love they steal. Wound her and she will be completely healed in seconds.”

“Would dropping a train car on her work?”

She looked toward Chaz, “Yes,” she said, “That would be heavy enough, but it’s not something you can do.”

She held out her hand, and the book that John had sacrificed to bring her to them, Fallout Equestria, appeared in her hands. When it did she laid it out before them. She smiled at them both. There, in the picture was the little unicorn dropping a train car onto what looked like a winged unicorn. The muse smiled at them.

“This one could do it,” she said, “And perhaps your best option would be to fight fire with fire. Our universes, including the ones that house these equines, are separated only by the thinnest veil. It would require almost nothing to summon one, in a more fitting form, into this universe. Of course, doing so would mean making a equal sacrifice. All magic comes at a price, and summoning another living being into this world would be no less of a price.”

John looked at her for a moment, “So the train car would kill her?”

The muse smiled, “Oh, kill, sorry,” she said, “That’s different. You asked to stop her, not kill. No, a Changeling Queen can transfer their entire essence into a drone. She would basically regain her powers in a few weeks.”

John held his tongue, which was difficult for him, and then looked at her. She’d been right . He did ask how to stop, and not how to kill it. The train car would be doable, even if it was just him, but getting it done would take more prep time than he was comfortable with spending. Since it wouldn’t work he had absolutely no intention on using it. It still didn’t give him what he needed.

“What you will need is something that will remove her power,” she said, “So you must remove her drones. There are some that will not be completely loyal to her. Those will sew the seeds of rebellion among their peers. If you wish to dethrone her then you must find the ones that are not happy with their place among her loyal followers.”

This was something he was certainly better at doing. After all, he and his mates all had gathered those who were pissed with life. Maybe if he managed to channel some Sid Vicious he could reach those that really wanted to rebel. The idea began to mold inside of his mind. He could channel Vicious. While Sid Vicious was dead the front man for the Sex Pistols left behind a legacy of rebelling against the powers that be. His music carried the anthem of the oppressed, and if done correctly he could unleash the rebellious nature that filled Sid Vicious and let it carry through to the drones.

Those that were close to rebelling anyway would have that final push. It was a chance that was worth taking. He looked at her and nodded, “Thanks love,” he said, “As promised the body is yours to do as you please.”

She grinned and looked at him. Standing she walked toward the bed, and he noticed that her body began to change. It no longer looked like the doll exactly. Oh, the figure was still the same, and her skin looked flawless, but she looked alive. He watched as she touched the bed, bending over at the waist, and then she looked back at him.

“I believe that I shall remain in the mortal world,” she said, “At least for the time gifted to a witch or warlock. After all, I have more than enough power to be one.”

He moved toward her and felt her arm. She was real, her skin felt like skin, there was warmth, the feel of a pulse, she had made the high end sex doll into a living breathing body. And from what she said she was staying. She grinned at him again. This time gently rubbing her thighs together as she pointed her posterior at him and moved it in the most enticing way. A blind man could tell what it was that she wanted, and he wasn’t promised to anyone. She bit her lip, waiting and then he looked at Chaz.

“Anywhere you can be for a while mate?”

She looked at him, “Actually, I wouldn’t mind to enjoy you both.”

Chaz shook his head, “Sorry, married,” he said, “And besides, this is more John’s thing.”

Chaz walked out of the hotel room, determined to give them space, and walked toward the car. He hoped that John knew what he was doing. The muse was ancient, and more than likely she was dangerous. He started to near the car when an uneasy feeling began to cover him. He stepped back from it, and looked around. Something wasn’t right. The hotel itself was usually abandoned, but he didn’t usually get this eerie feeling around it either.

He could hear the buzzing of something, and turned to see nothing there. Again there was a buzzing, and again he missed whatever it had been. Faint laughter echoed around him, and he looked for whatever it was that was laughing at him. A moment later she walked out. She wasn’t the hotel manager, but instead she was roughly twenty to twenty-five. She stood maybe five and a half feet tall, and her dark skin had little splotches of darker tones that rested on the bridge of her nose.

She grinned at him, her teeth looking almost normal except for two fangs. They weren’t vampire fangs. That’s something that he wouldn’t ever forget, but instead they almost looked like snake fangs. The fangs shortened, a small glow of green energy around them for a moment, and the girl moved toward him.

“You’re not afraid,” she purred, “And you’re not attracted to me either. That’s odd, usually at this point you humans either are attracted, afraid, or angry. You aren’t any of those.”

He stood there, studying her, and realized that she was a drone. Her clothes were simple enough, a white top that held a modest pair of breasts. Her jeans looked as if they were almost painted on, and she seemed fixated on him. A shimmering aura of magic surrounded her for a moment and he caught sight of her true form, but only for a moment.

“You’re brave,” she said, “Brave and loyal, I like that.”

He watched her, “What’s your name?”

She stopped, her eyes looked confused for a moment, “I… I am…” she said sounding confused by the question, “I am me.”

He looked at her, neared her, and hoped that he was making the right move here, “Surely you have a name,” he said, “Something that separates you from the others?”

She closed her eyes, and then when she opened them they looked different. Almost as if something substantial had changed inside of her. She gave a small smile, “I am Mimic, subject of Queen Chrysalis,” she said, “I have a name. I am unique.”

It happened instantly. She lifted into the air, the aura surrounding her changed from green to a light blue. And then after a moment she fell and hit the ground. Chaz ran to her, helping her up, and she shook her head, looking tired and a little off.

“Thank you,” she said, “Are we, are we friends?”

Chaz decided that if nothing else he could follow the example that was in the book his daughter gave him. He stretched out his hand to her.

“If you want to be, I’ll be your friend.”

As he shook Mimic’s hand the sound of My Way as sung by Sid Vicious began to pump through the air. The air began to charge with a feeling of rebellious need. Chaz looked toward where the room was and the understanding hit him. John was using this moment to charge the spell.

The muse was moaning as she felt John inside of her. Clothes had been cast off, and she stood only in a pair of silk white stockings. She felt the lovely feeling of this comparatively young warlock as he had his way with her. She hadn’t noticed the circle that had been made around the bed, the old tape deck that was sitting on a nightstand, that was just inside of that circle, nor did she notice when the tape deck began to play a mix tape of nothing by Sex Pistol and Sid Vicious songs.

All she knew was that in this moment she had everything that had been denied to her. She felt the wonderful feeling of lust and love that was wrapped up inside of this wonderful shell. No, it wasn’t a shell. This was her body. She’d transformed it, created a new body, and she was its soul. She wanted to experience the blissful experience of rutting like animals in heat forever. She wanted to ride the euphoric highs of lust for all eternity, and she wanted to stay with this warlock, this mage, this modern day wizard.

She breathed hard and deeply as they stopped. Her new lungs gasping for air, her new body experiencing a tingling sensation that she had never felt before, and all of it was so much overload. She lay there, feeling him still inside of her, his arms around her, and she let out a soft satisfied moan.

“She can’t have you,” she said, “I won’t let her take you.”

“What’s that love?”

She felt him move, his wonderful tool leaving her, and causing her to feel empty, but at the same time she was filled with a purpose. She turned to look at him, her eyes seeing things as a mortal might see them, and for the first time she felt something else she had never felt before. She felt longing and love.

“She can’t have you,” she said again, “Chrysalis will want you, she will want to trap you, enslave you, and I won’t let her do it.”

Author's Note

(It's been a while, but I figured that I would update. That said, I am trying to get everything updated as I can. Although I am starting a new Job this week. On top of doing some original writing, along with some commission work (which has mostly been erotica). So, that said, I will be updating, and I plan on completing everything. I do hope that everyone ejoys the update, please drop a like, leave a comment, and let me know what you personally think of the chapter. If you would like to see another similar crossover with a different wizard (Harry Dresden, Harry Potter, Anita Blake, etc) please let me know and I'll consider it.

Thanks all,

RJP)