The Devil's Pact - S01 E254

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The Devil's Pact - S01 E254

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 254

"He may live long enough for outside interference," Gabriel sald, studying the threads. "Dispatch the Priestesses, Raniel. We cannot let one of Lucifer's creatures interfere. The human's medical technology will keep Mark alive for hours, yet. Plenty of time for our fallen brother to save his life."

"For the future," I whispered sadly.

Theodora was waiting outside the boxy vehicle that contained her soldiers, standing with her fellow Priestesses; Isabella and Agnes. All three were wearing armor, the black vests that humans wore in this age to protect against their devastating weapons. Guns. There were no limits to human violence I had learned over the millennium. Or any limits on their inventiveness.

I touched her lightly, watched her shudder in pleasure. "Alice has falled. Send in your soldiers, Theodora."

Fear clutched at my heart. Master lay dying on the ground. His killer lay dying a few yards past him, shot by the bodyguards on duty. My heart was hammering in my chest. Master couldn't die. He was so powerful. I felt like I was about to fall apart. My fear was threatening to drown me in despair.

No! You have to keep it together, Chasity. Master put you in charge of the bodyguards. You need to stay in control. You have the command here. Mistress is too distraught to give any orders. And Master... Master needs you to be strong. There is only you, Chasity. Master and Mistress are counting on you. So don't you dare let them down by giving into your weakness.

Keep it together, Chasity.

Thamina was working on Master, attaching an IV from her medical kit. Flery-haired 63, one of the new bodyguards from Monday's recruitment was holding the IV, squeezing the bag to get more fluids back into Master. He had lost so much blood. I glanced over at Alice. 01 and 24 were attending to the woman, securing her gun and putting pressure on her gunshots. I was tempted to let the bitch bleed out, but that wasn't my call. That wasn't my training.

I scanned the neighborhood, looking for other threats. My slut- sisters, Alison, Desiree, April, Violet, Xiu, Korina, Lillian, and Sam watched anxiously from the porch. The reporter, Debra, that had been filming the house when Master was shot was was recording his dying. Jessica stood next to her arguing with the woman while

her cameraman filmed Master's struggle for life. She shouldn't be filming Master like this, I thought with anger.

I started to move over to the reporter when my Nextel chirped. "22 to Chasity, we have unusual activity out here."

I pulled out my Nextel and pushed the button. It chirped, connecting me to the network, and I asked, "What, 22?" 22 was one of the units guarding the entrance to the street

"We have three SWAT vans incoming," 22 answered.

I frowned. There was nothing on the police band about any SWAT units dispatched. Besides, no SWAT unit could respond this fast. Not ahead of any patrol unit. My stomach sank. "Chasity to all units, we are under attack!" My heart was hammering in my chest.

Gunfire barked from the entrance to the street where 22 and the three others guarded the entrance followed by a loud crash and then I could see the first SWAT van rounding the curve of the street, racing down towards us. Gunfire erupted all down the street as the bodyguards fired at the vans. Out of the corner of my eye saw the reporter and Jessica dive for cover as the Cameraman knelt down and kept right on filming.

"Mistress!" I shouted, grabbing her shoulder. I had to get her to cover. We were too far from the house. The SWAT vans were screeching to a stop at the cul-de-sac. I quickly scanned the area. There was one of our patrol cars parked ten feet away and I grabbed Mistress and dragged her with me. Behind us, my slut- sisters were diving back into the house.

"Let me gol" Mistress shouted, struggling in my grip. "I need to stay with him."

Master gave me orders, gave all of the bodyguards orders, if anything ever happened to Master, we had to save Mistress, even If that meant ignoring her orders. "Stay down, Mistress," I shouted, pushing her down behind the rear tire, pining her with my knee and drawing my weapon.

I looked over the trunk of the squad car to see black-fatigued SWAT pouring out. Shit, they had MPS's. They were wearing body armor that would stop my 9 mm, so I aimed my gun at their legs or arms, and squeezed the trigger. Automatic gun fire erupted from the SWAT and I ducked as bullets raked the squad car. The side windows shattered and rained tempered glass down on Mary and myself. The tire we were hiding behind hissed as it deflated.