The Devil's Pact - S01 E268

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The Devil's Pact - S01 E268

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 268

Introduction:

Mark's miraculous healing was caught by a news crew and broadcast to the World.

The False Miracle

"What did you do to me?" I asked Theodora in confusion.

The nun was still straddling me, my cock still inside her pussy. When she mounted me, when submitted to her, I had expected her to exorcise me and steal my powers. Instead, she gave me something else, some golden power. The power had sunk into the very fiber of my being, the very essence of my soul. I could see her aura, no longer the gold of a nun but the silver of a regular person. What was going on here? Mary was bound and gagged and I could see the confusion in her green eyes.

Theodora's aura flashed to black as I asked my question. "I gave you my Gift," she answered, and then her aura was bleeding back to silver. From my talks with Karen I learned a lot about how Thralls worked. If I gave someone a simple command their aura would return to silver eventually. How long it stayed black would depended on how much the command went against the person's nature. Theodora's aura returned to silver so quickly, she would have answered my question willingly. A person only stayed a Thrall if my commands rewrote their personality. Like the commands I give cops to view everything I do as being legal. Or those SWAT officers that raided my house, I realized.

I glanced at the last SWAT officer who was frowning in confusion. Theodora's control over him was gone along with her powers. He glanced at me, recognized me. "Sir, do you need some help."

"Free me," I demanded. "And Theodora, go free Mary and then sit on the couch,

"All right" Theodora said and got off me as her aura went black.

The SWAT officer uncuffed me and helped me to my feet. Theodora bent down and ripped off the duct tape over Mary's mouth. Mary winced, then moistened her lips. "I can't do anything about the zip ties," Theodora said in a panic as she realized she couldn't fulfill my command.

"Fine, just sit on the couch." I motioned to the SWAT officer who walked over to Mary, pulled out a knife and cut the plastic zip ties retraining her. She was staring at me in astonishment, rubbing her wrists, and then she flew across the room, hugging me fiercely.

"You were shot," she cried, tears running down her face. "You were dying! How?"

"Lilith," I answered, holding Mary to me. I buried my face in her auburn hair, inhaling the flowery scent of her shampoo.

I looked over at Theodora and anger filled me. She attacked me, killed Chasity and five of my bodyguards. A white-hot rage gripped me as I stared at the woman as she sat calmly on the couch. I looked at the SWAT officer. "Kill her," I ordered the man.

He drew his 9 mm. The very same handgun Theodora threatened my Mary with just minutes ago, I thought with satisfaction. Theodora glanced at the gun. Instead of fear, her face became calm and she closed her eyes.

"No!" Mary shouted, pushing away from me. "Put the gun away!"

The SWAT officer froze as he struggled with conflicting commands. Mary slid between the man and Theodora, arms out- stretched. What was going on here? Did Theodora do something to Mary when she captured her? Place some sort of spell on my fiancee? These damn nuns were cunning, that was for sure. Theodora was staring at Mary with blossoming hope.

"What's going on, Mary?" demanded. "She killed Chasity." Theodora flinched and tears started falling from her eyes. Why did that make her cry?

"She's my mother, Mark."

Mary's words crashed into me. I stared at Theodora. They did look alike, the same heart-shaped faces, same cheekbones. I remembered discovering the golden thread that touched Mary's aura. The same golden thread that touched Shannon and Missy's auras. I must know someone who is a nun. Mary's words echoed back in my head from last week when I discovered the thread.

"How?" I asked. "I thought your mom ran off with some musician?"

"He was a Warlock," Mary answered. "He...he did some bad stuff to my mom. Karen rescued her and Mom thought her relationship with dad was destroyed so she became a nun."

"You said you gave me your gift, Theodora? So, what, I'm a nun?"

"Yes," she answered. "Well, I guess you'd be a monk, actually."

"Mark, you changed when she said that word," Mary said. "Look in a mirror. You look eighteen." Mary rubbed a hand along my bare chest. I didn't bother to put on a shirt when I came looking for Mary. "And your chest. Umm, you're all muscley," Mary purred. "And your aura, Its bronze, now. Not red. Or even gold."

"Bronze?" I asked. "Is that because I am a monk, Theodora?"

Theodora frowned. "I don't know. The last monk died years ago. I honestly do not know much about them. And, please, call me Tiffany. I gave up my powers, I am no longer Sister Theodora Mariam.

I looked down at my chest and noticed defined pecs and a six pack of abs. I felt different, too. Stronger. More alive. I found a bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. I looked like myself, sort of. I looked a little younger, a little more boyish, and the fat in my face was all gone. The fat was gone from my entire body and I had muscles. Not the bulging muscles of a weightlifter, but the toned muscles of a man in peak physical shape. I did a few poses, marveling at my physique.

"Umm, you look so hot," Mary cooed. I glanced back to see her licking her lips.

I walked over to her and scooped her up in my arms. She was almost as light as a feather. She laughed, hooking one arm around my neck and I kissed her sweet lips. I carried her back to the living room and went to set her down but her arm tightened around my neck in protest.

"Why did you do this, Tiffany?" I asked, trying not to get distracted by Mary's ticklish finger running across my chest.