Date: Sat, 29 Oct 2011 22:12:45 -0600
From: sockingsaw@hotmail.com
Subject: The Shadow Priest Chapter 2

I do apologize for the length of time between postings. I was waiting to
see if anyone found this story interesting and I did receive several emails
so I shall continue the story line. Also the last posting had many "?". Why
this occurred, I am not sure but hopefully I have solved the problem.

This story is based on magic, witchcraft, and supernatural events. This
story does have sex encounters, but does involve issues of same-sex
relationships. If you do not wish to read any subject matter of the
supernatural, sexual issues between people of the same sex, or it is
illegal for you to obtain this material, please do not read this. The
author retains all rights to this work.

If you have feedback please email me at sockingsaw@hotmail.com with SHADOW
PRIEST in the heading.

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The Shadow Priest: The Dark Reaver

Tablet One: The Start

"Another death?" John Carr looked at Detective Sam White as he sat in his
winged back chair in the library. "Was there another coffer?"

"Yes." Sam White sighed as he felt the questions were always the same and
the answers never came. Sam stared at John, who was in a light white suit,
which was a change in the normal loose fit tropical shirts. He was even
more handsome and attractive than before. Sam had to resist the urge to
jump on top of him.

John grinned, and then tapped the side of his chair. "We are closer to the
truth." He stood up and pulled his shirt down. "We know there is a dark
power behind this, and they have unleashed The 7 Djinn."

"Three of which are now trapped." Victor Marquez walked into the room
carrying a tray of tea and small sandwiches. He was in his normal black
suit which seemed to be contrasting to John's white suit. He also had an
alluring look that made Sam wince in pain.

John pointed to the tray. "Would you like some detective?"

"No thank you." Sam did not like being in John's house more than he had
to. It creped him out with what he knew the two gentlemen hid. "I must
return to the office and file some paperwork. Unsolved murders are hard to
make disappear." He nodded and then walked out of the room.

"He is hard up for one of us." John smiled as Victor handed him a plate of
sandwiches and a cup of tea.

"More you then me." Victor said with a hint of jealousy. This was
understandable as Victor could not have John at all. He sat down in the
other winged back chair with his own plate.

"I am wondering if there is something else that is doing the killing." John
took a bite of his sandwich and thought about the prospect of another
hunter.

"With only four of the seven Djinn operational they would be virtually
ineffective." Victor finished what John was thinking.

"So what is this one?" John looked at the fire place and grinned.

Tablet 2: Side Effects

John was still in a white suit still and walked into the police station. He
was soon followed by Victor in his black suit. John looked around and
spotted Sam sitting at his death holding his head in his hands. Sitting
next to his arm was a cup of coffee that John could see was steaming from
the heat. John looked at the clock and it was already one in the afternoon.

"Rough night detective?" John walked up to Sam's desk with a large smile
that when Sam raised his head made him think of the Cheshire Cat from Alice
in Wonderland. As if John had been reading Sam's mind his smile went from a
smile to a frown.

"Worst nightmare since I was in elementary school." Sam took a drink of his
coffee. "Repeat dream that would not go away no matter how much I tried to
think of something else."

"Ah." John nodded and sat down in the chair next to his desk. "We need to
see the folder from the most recent death."

Sam reached for a folder on his desk and handed it to John. "Take it."

Victor grabbed the folder and opened to look at it. He flipped the pages
and looked at the autopsy report. "It says she died of drowning?" He then
flipped to another page for the police report, "But he was in his bed?"

"That is the reason I got called on the case. I arrived saw the coffer on
the desk next to the bed and knew we had another mystery killer." Sam
looked at John. "And that took me to your doorstep."

"And aren't you glad you have!" John slapped the desk as he stood up and
spun to leave.

Victor closed the folder and placed under his arm and nodded to Sam as he
followed John out the door.


Tablet Three: Locked

"Damn!" John slammed his cell phone down on the counter as he got off the
phone with the family head in Arizona. "They refuse to admit that something
bad is going on, and refuse to allow my travel to visit the family
council."

Victor walked over and picked up the pieces to the phone. He pulled the
MicroSD card, and the SIM card out of the back. He tossed the rest into the
garbage.

"They said there was `no way that the Seven Djinn was free and that I was
over reacting'." John slumped in his chair and started to rub his temples
with his fore-fingers.

"I would assume they do not want to think the worst." Victor had gone to
the safe in the wall and pulled out a new phone. He inserted the SIM card
and MicroSD card. He flipped it open and dialed some numbers on the
phone. After two minuets he handed the phone to John. "Please be
careful. This is the last one."

John took the phone and looked at the screen for a second. "I think I am
going to bed."

Victor watched him leave the room. He was usually upset when his family
refused to listen to him. They never took his advice, or his caution for
that matter. Even when he was right the family thought it was a lucky
guess. Victor felt it was due to his sexuality. He was technically the
first Shadow Priest to be gay. They never seemed to care, but Victor always
got the vibe that he was not the best Shadow Priest they ever had.

He picked up the folder that contained the case file of the three previous
victims that had died under mysterious circumstances. He climbed the stairs
to his bedroom carrying a class of red wine that he enjoyed.

As he climbed into bed and pulled the blanket up over him, he looked at the
most recent murder. Same age as the other two victims: 50. The other two
had been female, but this was the first male. Typical a murderer like this
would only attack the same victim over and over again. Underworld creatures
kill, not for the kill but for the substance that is provided. They prefer
male or female, black hair or blonde hair, and so on. To switch sex's meant
they were dealing with an abnormal underworld creature.

He reached for his glass of wine to take a drink. As he raised it to his
lips he realized it was all gone.

"Odd." He said out loud as he placed it back on the table and looked at the
glass. He could not recall taking a drink yet, and there it stood,
empty. He strummed his fingers on the folders that lay under his
hand. Maybe he was more tired than you thought.

As he reached for the light to turn it off he saw a shadow move under the
doorway. He paused. "Hello?" He yelled out.

A knock on his door and then it slowly opened.

"Victor?" John's voice came from the crack in the door.

"Yes John?" Victor perked up at the sound of John. "Something wrong?"

The door swung open and Victor gasped as the sight of John standing naked
took his breath away. It has been several years since he had seen John
naked.

When Victor has first discovered that John was to become the next Shadow
Priest, they had developed a relationship in the same of 3 days. Victor
never knew that such deep devotion and love could have happened in such a
short time. Victor soon discovered that the love he had for John had a high
price to pay. He could either leave him and find another love, or stay and
never have the ability to touch John again. If he did death would follow
quickly as John's power would be unleashed and demolish both his body and
his soul.

After reading through the Codex that detailed his role as The Consort to
the Shadow Priest, he decided that something had been mistranslated and was
constantly looking for a way that he could return to the touch of his
lover. For now he was the loyal Consort of the Shadow Priest.

"What are you doing?" Victor almost screamed the words as he saw John
approach him. "You know this is insane!"

"Why is it insane?" He moved closer to the bed and ran his hand down the
edge of the bed. His dick was about 3 inches long limp, but would grow to 7
inches when hard. "You know your work has discovered that we can be
together." He leaned over the bed and started to crawl. His blue eyes were
glowing as if on fire.

"What…what are you talking about?" He stuttered as he attempted to clear
the fog that was starting to fill his head. "I never found…"

"Of course you did silly. Remember?" He started to kiss his legs and moved
slowly up towards his stomach. "You discovered it two weeks ago."

"I never…" He felt the fog start to cover and he had hard time
thinking. He was certain he had not discovered a way. He was certain of it,
but ever time John looked at him he felt the fog erase more of this
certainty. "I may have?"

"Yes you have." John moved up and kisses Victor hard on the lips. It had
been over 8 years since he had felt the tender lips of John. Immediately
any caution Victor had left in him was over. He gave in completely to John.

John pulled away and smiled slyly. "I love you." As he said that he moved
back down to a waiting cock that was growing with every passing
heartbeat. John grinned and shoved the now 5 inch partially inflated dick
into his mouth.

Ecstasy was the word that would describe Victors mind and emotion. Almost
heaven he was sure. He groaned. He patted the back of Johns head. John
pulled off and grinned.

"My turn!" He moved so his own member was within range of Victors
mouth. Victor accepted the now hard seven inch cock into his mouth and
another surge of ecstasy ran through his mind. He forgot how good this
felt. John always tasted like cinnamon for some reason. He figured it was
part of the uniqueness that John was. He started to speed up and he could
feel the stomach in front of his face tense up. He rolled his eyes up to
see Johns face; Looking down at him smiling.

"That feels awesome love!" He smiled again.

Victor turned his attention back to the task at hand. Since it had been 8
years he was anxious to taste his seed once more. It was always sweet like
liquid sugar. As his eyes flashed down the wine glass caught his eye. It
was full again. Quickly the fog flashed out of his mind just as John
started to tense and he could feel the hot cum hit the back of his
mouth. The sweet taste of sugar again greeted his mouth. Without thinking
he started to swallow as fast as he could.

After several minuets John collapsed on top of Victor.

"That was amazing!" Victor leaned back. Apparently John was right. There
was nothing to fear. Nothing bad had happened. He sighed happily, but was
thirsty. He reached for the wine glass and raised it to his lips. As he
titled it towards his lips nothing came out. The glass was once again
empty.

"What the hell?" He pulled the glass back and looked at it. "I must be
going insane!"

John made a muffled attempt to say something but just ended up snorting and
was back asleep.

The thirst that Victor felt was once again in his mind. His realized that
his mouth was dry, as if he had not taken a drink for days. He got up and
went to the bathroom to grab a glass of water. He typically did not drink
tap water, but he was to thirsty to go down stairs to get a bottle.

He filled the glass up with water and placed it to his lips, but no liquid
fell out.

"What the devil?" Victor coughed trying to clear his dry through. He again
filled the glass and put it to his lips, and again nothing feels out. He
did this twice more, and each time the glass came up empty. He started to
slam the glass down on the counter top but heard a voice come to his head.

"Don't think about it." Victor spun around to see who was behind him, but
found no one. He turned back to the sink and looked at the glass. He
coughed again. He filled the glass once more and placed it to his lips, but
pulled back before tilting the glass. The water was still in the cup. He
thought for a second and put the glass to his lips again, and nothing
happened. He pulled the glass back and looked at it. There was no hole in
the glass as water had been there a second ago.

"Don't think about it." Again the voice appeared out of nowhere. Victor
looked around and coughed. He was hardly noticing how dry his throat was,
and even how thirsty he was. He walked into the bedroom and looked at John
sleeping on the bed peacefully. Without realizing it he lifted the glass to
his lips and took a drink. The water was cold and it burned as it went down
he coughed water up.

As he coughed, John rolled over and looked up at Victor.

"How did you do that?" He asked.

"Do what?" Victor's surprised look at the question made John laugh.

"Drink the water." John sat up on the bed and looked at the wine glass on
the table and the glass in his hand. "People usually drown before they
realize they have had a single drip of water."

Victor thought for a second. "Ecna Rep Pa La Er!"

As he said that the image of John was replaced by a man in a red trench
coat and a black glass cross necklace. He was pale and had long white hair
that went down to his mid back. His eyes were jet black, and his lips were
grinning to show sharp jagged teeth. His fingers were long and bony that
ended with 2 inch long fingernails.

"Clever." He stood up and walked to the door. "I underestimated the power
of you and your `mate'. But I will not do that again!" He slammed the door
shut and Victor feel to the floor light headed, and the world went black.

Tablet Four: Answers

Victor awoke to find John wiping his forehead with a cloth. He was in his
robe that was white silk. He coughed to clear his throat.

"What happened?" Victor asked as John handed him a glass of water. Victor
looked at it as if not sure what to do, put it to his lips and felt the
cold water. He took one gulp and it was gone.

"You were having a bad dream." John pulled the cloth off and leaned over
smiling. "I heard you coughing in here and you were sound asleep. I
attempted to wake you but couldn't."

"I was almost dead. It was a dream that started out good, but then turned
violent. You came to me and I sucked you off, and you went to sleep. I
started to get a really dry throat and mouth, but I could not get any water
as it continued to disappear from my glass. After several failed attempts a
voice came to me and told me I should `not think about it'. Somehow my mind
forgot about the water and the dryness and I was able to drink some water."
He looked around the room real quick. "Hand me that book on the shelf. The
third one on the top shelf from the right."

As John went to get the book Victor continued his story.

"This made you in the dream wake up and seemed to be unhappy that I was
able to drink the water before realizing I had drunk too much and
drowned. Before he could leave I was able to discard his appearance in a
dream with a spell, and now I know what has been killing these people."

He flipped through a book till he got to a painting of what he saw in his
dream. "Sad part is I never knew I went to sleep. One moment I was looking
at the chart, the next I was asleep apparently."

He turned the book to John who nodded at the story.

"Reapers." He took the book and looked at the picture. "The real Nightmare
on Elm Street."

"Reapers?"

"They come in your sleep and fulfill your greatest fantasy." John grinned
as Victor turned red. "After the fantasy is fulfilled the Reaper is able to
capture the soul. If the victim is unable to overcome the `puzzle', in your
case and our other victims cases, the Reaper gets the soul and you die."

"But how did I beat it?" More questions than answers.

"I do not know. Apparently someone is watching over you." John patted
Victor on the leg and stood up. "But now we know what we are looking for
and we can deal with it."

"How?"

"The same way that the kids in that silly horror movie did it: Pull him out
of the dream and kill him like you would any other person." John walked out
of the room.

Tablet Five: End Game

"You want me to do what?" Sam was sitting in the basement of John's house
and had heard the most idiotic idea ever.

"We want to put a sleeping spell on you to draw out this Reaper." Victor
restated the proposal and sighed. This was not going to be easy."

"But this thing will kill me!" Sam yelled out louder then he intended.

"Only if you let him." John smiled. "We cannot do it as he has already
attempted to take Victor, and I, well I am immune."

"Just remember, he will let your deepest desire seem like a reality. If you
let him do that you will lose. But you still remember what we tell you now
as the dream will happen as if nothing occurred." Victor handed him some
yellow liquid. It smelled like orange juice, but he had seen Victor mix it
before his eyes.

"This mixture will lure him to you as he is draw to strong desire. This
will amplify your desires 10 fold." John sat down across form Sam. "Once
you have him, you can pull him back to our world by placing his in his
hand."

"I recommend you place it in the hand of anyone in the dream." Victor
countered. "Anyone can be him."

Sam sighed and thought for a second how insane this idea was. How can a
piece of paper travel with him across barriers? But he shrugged and
realized he would have to do this if he did not want more people to die.

"If you are not out in 10 minutes we will pull you out." John continued the
lecture. "Not that I know what we are dealing with I know how to break his
spell. It will not be easy and it may cause you to be in the hospital for a
week or so, but you will live at least."

Sam groaned. He had lasted longer in his position than any other detective
before him. He was not about to let this be his last day. He took a gulp of
the liquid Victor had given him and place the glass down on the tray.

"Okay now what…" He looked around and the room was empty. He looked at
the glass and saw there was no liquid left, even though he was sure he had
not taken the entire glass. "Okay where did you guys go?"

He stood up and walked towards the door that led to the first floor. He
opened it and walked through. He found himself standing in the streets of
Albuquerque. He squinted as his eyes adjusted to the bright sun, even
though he thought it was 11 PM. He looked up and down the street to get his
bearings. It did not look familiar to him at all.

"Sam!" A voice behind him was calling. He turned to see who it was and he
almost dropped the paper in his hand.

"Sam, what are you doing here?" A male was running up to him. He had blond
short hair and skin that was fair to look at. His eyes shined green. He had
a little patch of golden hair under his lip, but otherwise clean
shaven. Instinctively Sam reached his hand up and placed it on the mans
face.

"Nick?" Sam's voice came out barely audible as he said the name.

"Yes silly of course it is!" He looked shocked as if Sam had slapped him in
the face. "Don't act like you do not know me."

Sam pulled back his hand and he found himself on the verge of crying. He
had not seen Nick since his younger years. He was 17 and Nick was 15. They
had meet on the internet and seemed to hit it off pretty good. They had
only meet once before Nick's mother had discovered some nude males on his
computer, and that was the last he had seen of Nick.

Nick smiled. "What is wrong?"

"I have not seen you since you were 15." Sam made a hard effort to talk.

"No silly, we have been together since I was 15. We graduated together and
moved in shortly afterwards."

Sam's mind started to become a fog and everything around him started to
seem like he had known it for a long time.

"We…have?" Same asked quietly not wanting to ruin the surprise that may
have happened.

"Yes. We live in that house at the end of the street." He pointed to a one
story house with a cinder block fence blocking of the back half and nice
manicured lawn. A blue sports car was parked next to his police issued
car. "Come on lets go in. You wondered out during breakfast."

Sam focused on his car, and the certainty that he had not see Nick since he
was 15 started to fade away.

Nick reached out to grab Sam's hand. Sam reached his hand out and clasped
his with Nick's. He smiled as he felt the warmth of Nick's hand against
his. As Nick grasped hard against Sam's hand, Sam hear the crunch of the
paper that John had given him. As if slapped by a cold rag he the world
spun quickly and he found himself sitting in the chair in John's basement.

The body of Nick lay on the floor at his feet, breathing but unconscious.

"Nick!" John dove to the body on the floor rolling him over. The same face
he remember seeing so long ago looked back up at him. Much older but still
the same lines. His eyes filled with rage as he turned towards John and
Victor. "What type of evil do you play with?"

John looked at Victor with shock as John's rage set his eyes on fire.

"You two have no right!"

John slowly moved towards Sam and the new body and knelt down.

"Sam, this is not who you think it is. This is a Reaper. He would have
killed you."

"No!" Was all Sam could say as he laid over the unconscious body of his
first love. He may not have had the opportunity to get to know Nick, but he
knew it was true love.

John looked as Victor and sighed and shook his head as he stood up. He
waved his hand over the body and it shimmered as it turned into the body of
the Reaper Victor had seen in his own dream.

As the body changed, Sam realized something was going on and looked at the
new hideous body of the Reaper before him. All feeling left his body as he
realized it was not Nick, and that the trick was not John and Victors, but
the Reaper itself.

The Reaper opened his eyes to see Sam holding him.  "Well isn't this nice."
He smiled his sharp tooth smile. "Someone crying over me for once?"

Sam's eyes glowed once again with fire as anger and rage he had felt at
John were not at this creature in front of him.

"No one care for you!" Sam seethed through his teeth and jumped up to the
table and grabbed one of knives that John had brought out. He lunged back
at the Reaper lying on the floor. "No one cares if you live or die!" He
sank the knife into the Reapers chest.

John and Victor stood in silence as they saw the knife glow as it sucked
the life force out of the Reaper. They had no idea Sam could wield the
weapon in such a manner.

As the Reapers last amount of energy rushed towards the knife in Sam's grip
he grabbed the shirt of Sam and pulled him towards him.

"This was all planned. You played your part." He released Sam and his eyes
closed shut.

Again John looked at Victor in surprise at the whole unfolding of events
before him.

As Sam pulled the knife out of the Reaper, the body turned to a pile of
dust. Tired Sam placed the knife back on the table and slowly walked
towards the stairs.

"Never ask me to do that again." And he went up stairs.

Tablet Six: The Awakening

John followed Sam up stairs as Victor went about cleaning up the dust mess
left behind by the Reaper. Sam was sitting at the kitchen table, his head
in his arms crying.

"You want to talk?" John went to the refrigerator and pulled out two
beers. He placed one in front of John and sat down in the chair next to
Sam.

Sam looked up at John, his eyes red and puffy, but the anger still showing.
If John had not known better he would have thought Sam's eyes were on fire.

Sam reached for the beer and took a drink. He knew he should not drink so
late, but after the night he had the hell with it. He sighed and realized
he had better explain his story.

"I meet Nick while I was in high school. He was 15 and I was 17. I did not
know many gay guys at the time, in fact I did not know anyone but I was
gay. I had internet and used it to find other gay guys in New Mexico to
talk to." Sam took a deep breath as he realized the story was still
painful. "I accidently meet Nick in a chat room and we started to talk. We
spent almost a full month talking on the phone and internet. Finally we
decided to meet. I do not know how he felt but I felt an instant
attraction. Love at first sight I guess you could say. I do not know if he
felt the same way or not. Never had the opportunity to ask him.

"After we meet I knew something had happened and I was happier in all my
life. Even my friends saw the change. I thought things would last for a
while. They did not last even a month after we meet. Apparently someone
else Nick had been talking to had sent him some pictures of naked men. She
went hysterical and banned him from ever seeing me again, even though I did
not send the pictures. After that, I became cynical and uncaring. I never
allowed anyone into my heart again. They moved shortly after to that.
Someone said Colorado, but I was never sure for certain. I figured he did
not love me like I loved him though, as he never even attempted to make
contact." He sighed heavy and took a long drink from his glass.

John sat back in his chair and thought for a second.

"How do you know he did not try to contact you?"

"Another person that lived down the street told me he did not care about me
and that he did not love me and that it was all in my head. After all how
could you love someone after only meeting them once?"

"You would be surprised." John looked towards the door to the basement. "He
could have just said that to be mean."

Sam shrugged.

"Listen, there is something more going on as well." John placed his hand on
John's arm. "To kill a Reaper you must be able to wield magic, which you
apparently can do. Only a magic user can make that blade work the way it
was supposed to. Apparently there is more to your history then you know."

"I know." Sam looked at John. "I have know for a very long time."