The Devil's Pact - S01 E327

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The Devil's Pact - S01 E327

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 327

Brandon wasn't alone. Flanking him were two women, scantily clad, that could almost be Mary's long lost sisters. They were twins, with auburn hair and green eyes, and Mary's heart-shaped face.

"Kneel before your God!" the soldier leading me barked and kicked me in the back of the knee. My leg folded out from under me and I fell painfully to my knees.

Brandon stepped up to the microphone. "I am Brandon Fitzsimmons!" his voice boomed through the speakers. "I have defeated the false God, Mark Glassner!" He paused, his words echoing through the air. "I am your God and King! Worship me! Obey me!"

I could hear the crowd behind me change as his commands sank in. I glanced behind me to see all the fear, the despair, the anger, melt away and awe replace it. They all had black auras and I could just make out a fringe of red. It was even worse than I could have imagined. He somehow was binding people to him without using the spell, just by speaking. I was immune to his powers; one of the benefits of the Gift.

Mary, the Warlock is Brandon Fitzsimmons. Do not listen to anything he says. You cannot afford to fall under his power. His words bind people with the Zimmah spell.

I let Brandon's speech roll over me as Mary's reply came back, "What am I going to do, Mark? I need you. I feel like I'm falling apart.

"You have to be strong, Mare, I told her.

How?

*You're the only hope we have. I need you. I love you. I know you can be strong! believe in you! I had to. She was the only hope I had. And only if Brandon didn't immediately execute me.

"Why are you comforting me? I'm the one who's safe. I should be comforting you. I could sense that she was calming down. I will find a way to save you, Mark. I promise!

Brandon was standing in front of me, realized, and I defiantly stared up at him. "You're immune to my powers, I see," Brandon grimaced, then glanced at Desiree. "And my wife, too."

"I'm not your wife anymore," Desiree snarled. "I dumped you for someone better."

Brandon smacked her with the back of his hand. "Quiet, woman. I'll deal with you soon enough." He turned to one of the soldiers, "Where's his wife?"

"My Lord, two women escaped in the confusion, we are hunting them down, the soldier reported. "I do not think elther is Mary. Both appeared to be brunettes."

"Dammit," Brandon hissed. Did you secure that Gulfstream of his at least?"

"Yes, My Lord," an older soldier reported. He had eagles on his uniform so think that made him a Colonel

Brandon smiled, "Good, they're trapped in the state. Our troops are heading for the passes?" The soldier nodded. He must mean the passes over the Cascade Mountains to Eastern Washington. "What about his house? Did you find anyone there?"

"Empty, my Lord," the Colonel reported. "We missed everyone. The entire neighborhood was packed up."

"Fuck! Burn the neighborhood," Brandon ordered. "And that damned tent where his worshipers meet. Kill any who resist. Find where his servants went! You'll find his wife with them."

"Yes, my Lord," the Colonel saluted.

Brandon turned to the crowd and took a microphone from one of the auburn-haired twins. "Here is your false God!" A boo rose up from the crowd. Just an hour ago these people cheered me; I never realized just how frightening my powers were. "He is only flesh and blood! He is weak and was defeated by the merest fraction of my power. Let me show you just how weak and human he really is!" He motioned to the soldiers.

The gag was cut off and two soldiers grabbed my head, prying my lips open. I fought, struggling to get free of their grasp, to close my mouth. A third soldier drew a knife. I struggled harder. What were they doing? I fought in vain to break free, to keep that glinting knife away from me. The third soldier forced his dirty fingers into my mouth, gripping my tongue. The blade flashed and blood filled my mouth.

"Master!" Desiree cried out, barely heard over the crowd's roar.