The Last of The Alnass Najma

"The ultimate measure of a man is not where he stands in moments of comfort and convenience, but where he stands at times of challenge and controversy."                                              

~ Martin Luther King, Jr.

The story continued...

A familiar mocking voice issued from one of the mouth-like orifices: "Any more questions, Professor?" This was quickly followed by that insane little girl giggle.

"Well, yes, I have two questions and a statement, if it isn't being rude?" The Professor was still floating, yet his voice remained calm.

"This will be rich; please ask away." Said Y'gala.

The Professor smiled lightly. " First, the statement. You are thousands of years old but still a child in elder-god years. You are too young, too small, and not enough evil psychic energy to lay with your father and re-birth him into our world yet."

More giggles, "Your questions?"

In an unhurried manner, the Professor said, "The first question, Y'gala, is: Do you remember one of your victims? His name was Adam Masters."

"You can't expect me to remember every single human I sacrificed to my father?" She said between giggles.

"Oh, of course not. Let me jog your memory. Here." the professor said, still unexcited.

He held his hands about a foot apart. A blue glow occupied the space as a hologram of a moving, speaking Adam Masters was revealed. "Do you recognize him now?"

The Professor held his hands about one foot apart. A blue glow filled the space. A 3D hologram of a moving, speaking Adam Masters could be viewed.

Y'gala had ceased giggling; she stared hard at the psychic holograph and the Professor. "I remember him. Very strong-willed. He lasted much longer than the others."

"There is more to you than meets the eye, little man. Wait! You are Alnass Najma? They were all supposed to have been exterminated before I was born. But you are one of them, aren't you?" asked the demon.

The Professor smiled. "Yes, I most certainly am—the last of the star people. I have my final question for you. Could you summon your father here? I want to kill him at the same time I kill you!"

Y'gala snarled, raised her other arm, and made a flinging motion. Frederick and Sierra were psychically thrown against the far concrete wall. Steele somehow withstood part of the force, fell into a tuck-and-roll, and landed short of the wall.

For the first time, the monster sounded uncertain of herself. "How? What?...

The Professor continued to hover, facing the creature, surrounded by a brilliant blue light.

The wizard was chanting a spell!

Y'gala, recognizing the danger, lurched and lumbered toward the little man.

Suddenly, John Steele came up from behind the rambling demon. There was a flash of metal, and Steele stuffed something into the open maw of her neck, where her head belonged.

There was a muffled roar as the grenade exploded inside the Half-Goddess. She screeched and cried, "It burns, oh Father, it burns!" She began rolling on the concrete floor in anguish.

Frederick, pulling himself erect, snarled, "Eat some white phosphorous, you murderous demon bitch!"

The Professor slapped his hands together. He was immediately lowered slowly to the ground. A thick, yellowish substance appeared to rain down upon the screaming creature.

Sierra, now on her feet, rushed to the Professor's side. As the little man began chanting again, she held his left shoulder with her right hand. Sierra soon chanted in unison with Silberhutte, adding her psychic energy to his. They both glowed with an identical bright blue aura.

Y'gala, wholly covered with the yellow, sticky-looking substance, struggled to her monstrous feet.

Frederick, on one side, and John, on the other, reached beneath their jackets and withdrew short blades. They began hacking with their shortened Katana swords hanging nicely inside their sports coats. They each cut off a grisly hand and fling it toward the tool bench.

Steele saw some paint thinner on the workbench and poured it quickly, dousing the creature's two severed hands with it. He soon had a smoky fire burning.

Y'gala pushed herself forward with her two arm stubs trailing greenish blood. They all heard her psychic roar as she bellowed,

~~ IS THAT ALL YOU GOT! ~~

The demon appeared to be recovering quickly from the white phosphorus grenade. The creature's Half-Elder-God body had literally pulled itself together and mended from the white phosphorous damage.

Y'gala rose and towered over the two spell-casters and flexed her obese muscles. Frederick and John placed themselves in her path.

~~ NOW IT'S MY TURN AND YOU ARE GONNA PAY!~~

John and Frederick glanced at each other, nodded, and placed themselves between the demon-hag and their friends. They were prepared to go down while fighting and protecting their chanting teammates.

END