The Devil's Pact - S01 E259

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The Devil's Pact - S01 E259

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 259

"Why couldn't you just leave us alone?" Mary asked, bitterly.

"What you do is evil," I said, feeling my anger replace my guilt. "You control people. Make them your slaves, steal their free will. Destroy lives. All those SWAT officers had relationships. Marriages. Broken and destroyed by what you and Mark made them do when they raided your house."

"We didn't kill them," Mary spat back. "You say we destroy lives? Who was it that took control of those men and led them into a killing field. Really a good act there. Who attacked whom, Mother? You're just as bad as we are. You killed Chasity." Mary's eyes brimmed with tears. "She was a sweet, loving woman and your soldiers gunned her down. You tried to kill your own daughter, Mother."

"I didn't know you were the other Warlock," I protested. "I never thought in a million years my own daughter would..."

"Would be a Warlock," Mary sneered. "Better than the whore who runs out on her family." Mary gave a bitter laugh. "Mark is bleeding to death. It won't be long until I'm out of your life, Mother. Than your mission will be complete."

My forehead furrowed in confusion. "What? What are you talking about, Mary? I'm not going to kill you."

"My Pact," Mary whispered. "Mark wished for a long life. When I made my Pact, I wished to be young and healthy for as long as Mark lives. When he dies, I die." She sniffed, and a small smile appeared on her lips. "We will be together for eternity."

"T'll exorcise you," said, fear squeezing my heart. I could not be responsible for my own daughter's death. That guilt would destroy me. "Then your wish won't matter. You'll live past him."

"Nol" Her shout surprised me. "Let me be with him. With Mark dead and my powers broken, only prison will remain for me."

"How can you love him, Mary?" I asked her. "Where does this devotion come from. He's a monster. I know what a male Warlock does to his Thralls."

"Love them?" Mary asked. "Mark never hurts them. We love them. Mark's a good man, deep inside. The power he has, it's too intoxicating. No one can resist it fully. You want to know why I love him, Mother? Because he has a caring soul. Because he loved me so much he set me free from his powers. Because if I asked it of him, he would give up his powers."

I laughed. "No Warlock has ever given up their powers. Not voluntarily."

"Mark would, for me," Mary insisted.

"I know Warlocks far too well, Mary," shook my head. The poor girl was besotted with him. She was young, only nineteen. She hasn't learned about the lies a man will tell a woman in bed. I learned that lesson before I met Sean. "They all are selfish beasts."

Mary snorted. "You swoop in, exorcise a Warlock and then head back to whatever convent you nuns wait at. What do you really know about us? You speak like we're evil monsters and not just people with too much power."

"For six months I was a Thrall." I could feel the tears brimming in my eyes as I began to tell my daughter what happened on March 15th, 2000, and the terrible nightmare that followed.

Thirteen Years Ago

"Look what I made at school, mommy!" Mary said, all excited, when I walked in the door from work. She was bouncing on her feet dressed in a cute, plaid jumper holding a clay tablet with her handprint in the center. "I made if for you and Daddy." Mary was six, her aubum hair in two pig talis and her green eyes shining with happiness.

I smiled and took it from her. "It's very pretty. Thank you, Mary. Let's go show Daddy."

Mary took my hand in hers and pulled me to the living room where Sean sat. I smiled at my husband. He had loosened the top few buttons of his shirt as he graded papers. A High School Teacher's work was never quite done. Except during the summer.

"Daddy!" Mary excitedly shouted and jumped up on Sean's lap, scattering his papers as she held up what she made in Kindergarten today.

"That's so pretty, Mary," Sean praised. He was a great father and I smiled fondly at him.

"Baba," Melissa gurgled as she stomped across the floor. She still.