The Devil's Pact - S01 E289

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The Devil's Pact - S01 E289

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Mary and I started recruiting voluntary bodyguards who knew just what they were in for, a lifetime of serving us. Most were followers of our religious movement that traveled across the World to serve us. Each week, a new class of ten or so women were sent to the Pierce County Police Academy to be trained. Our bodyguard was down to thirty members, and once we had our willing recruits, we planned on giving them the same choice we gave the sluts, to stay or be set free. Other worshipers were recruited to provide maintenance for our plane and to be nurses in our clinic. When we started constructing our mansion, many of our worshipers volunteered their time and efforts in building the mansion. They felt so honored to build their God's abode, we didn't have the heart to tell them no.

For our friends and family whom we had given sex slaves to, we let them decide if they wanted to keep their slaves or give them the choice of freedom. My friends, Quatch, Chris, Karl, and Tom, elected to keep their slaves. As did Missy and her boyfriend, Darnien. George and Shannon, on the other hand, freed Starla and to their surprise, she begged to stay on as their sex slave. My mom freed Joy, who quickly left, and Mary's dad freed Felicity. She left. too, missing her family, but Sean and Tiffany didn't seem to care. My little sister, Antsy, freed Via and then asked Via to be her girlfriend. Via happily said yes.

Our time since the attack has been busy. At our Charity's first fundraiser, I announced my plans to run for state office and since them I've been giving interviews and and speeches. I had a number of issues that concerned me, the largest being gun control and crime. Everywhere I went, I would tell people to give up their weapons, to not do violence to each other. To just treat their fellow man with dignity. I had this great power and I was going to make the world a better place. I had other issues I championed as well: bigamy, decency laws, age of consent, prostitution, a balanced state budget, and state agencies spending tax money more wisely.

Desiree surprised us all when she admitted to working on a few campaigns in college, so I made her my campaign manager. With my power, running for office was all-too-easy. I was running unopposed, now. My opponents in the primary had been two Democrats, a Republican, a Libertarian, and a Constitutionalist who were all more than happy to drop out after meeting with me. Each gave me their ringing endorsements.

When I wasn't giving speeches, I was giving interviews. To CNN, to Fox News, to MSNBC. All the talk shows-morning news, daytime talk, the late night shows - would send us requests for interviews. Jessica was our press secretary and handled all of it. Frankly, we Just went were she sent us. Our first national talk show was the The Today Show. Mary and I flew to New York City the Sunday after the attack so we could be there bright and early Monday morning.

The Today Show Set, July 1st, 2013

"Everyone has seen the seemingly miraculous footage taken last Wednesday, Matt Lauer said when the commercial-break ended.

Mary and I were sitting next to each other on plush, white-leather chairs as Matt Lauer introduced us. Matt Lauer sat across from us. on the other side of the large window where the crowds gathered outside to hold up signs and get seen on TV. Sitting next to Matt Lauer was the beautiful Savannah Guthrie, a broad smile on her freckled face, Her honey-brown hair was styled to be light and curly as it fell about her shoulders. Her blouse was dark gray and sleeveless, almost a vest, that was cut just low enough to show a hint of her freckled bosom.

"With us today, is Mark Glassner and his fiancee, Mary Sullivan," Matt Lauer finished.

"Hey Matt," I said, trying to suppress my nervousness. My palms were sweaty, and I could just feel the moisture building in my armpits. Outside, the crowd at the windows cheered loudly, a muffled roar that could be just heard through the glass.

Mary sat cross-legged in one of her sultry dresses, dark blue today. Her freckled cleavage was on display, and most of her beautiful thighs. Her auburn hair was styled to fall about her shoulder in beautiful, dark-red waves that set off her emerald eyes. She smiled, her beautiful dimples appearing on her cheeks. "It's great to be here," Mary answered back. She sounded so relaxed. Was she not nervous at all?

"The footage is almost unbelievable, Savannah Guthrie said, crossing her legs. Her skirt was longer than Mary's, but her beautiful calves were on display.

"Well, it's most certainly not a hoax," I said, trying to smile. "It hurt when I got shot." That brought a chuckle from Matt and a beautiful laugh from Savannah.

"And that light, what was that?" Savannah pressed. "Did you really get healed by a miracle?"

"Mary and I, both, have powers," I answered. "And I used those powers to heal myself." A lie, but Jessica advised us to keep out the consorting-with-demons part.

"Show us something." Matt Lauer said, a skeptical smile on his lips. "I would love to see your powers."

Sam had taught us a few new spells. A lot of the magics in the book were stuff I've seen stage magicians perform. The type of magics that probably awed the people in ancient times. I concentrated and uttered a single word, "Uwph," while I imagined I was rising up in the air. I floated up and Matt jumped and Savannah's eyes widened in surprise. I floated a few feet forward and hovered in the middle of the studio. I could see the crowd outside watching in astonishment. A few, the ones with signs proclaiming me a God, fell to their knees.

Matt stood, his eyes shaken, and walked around me, swinging his arms about my body. He was searching for wires, I realized. His stood up on his tiptoes, straining to pass his arms over my head. "How are you doing that?"

"I have powers," I answered, floating back to my chair and sitting down without my feet touching the ground. The floating spell required constant concentration, and really wasn't worth the effort. But it sure was impressive.

"Well, urn," Savannah Guthrie stammered, trying to gather her wits. "People say you are a God. There are people gathering in front of your house. Footage of their, um, worship, and I use that term loosely, has been making the rounds on the internet. They call it worship, but it looks like a, well, frankly, an orgy."

Mary smiled. "Savannah, Mark and preach that love should be freely expressed in all its forms. There shouldn't be any stigma attached to sex. There's nothing wrong with two people having sex, right?"

"No," Savannah answered, frowning.

"Then there shouldn't be anything wrong with people having sex in public," Mary finished.