The Devil's Pact - S01 E330

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The Devil's Pact - S01 E330

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 330

*I love you! Your filly is going to save you. There was such certainty in her voice.

I know you will. sent with all the confidence I could muster to her, fighting back my despair. Mary was free. As long as she was, there was still hope. "Love you.

All I could do was sleep. I was so exhausted. I closed my eyes and started to let sweet unconsciousness take me when I realized something. I had ignored my Gift, wanting nothing to do with the Heavenly Power. I could afford to ignore the power no longer. I concentrated, thinking of the Angel Azrael, as I drifted off into unconsciousness.

Summoning the Angel of Death to my dreams.

Mary Glassner

I stepped off the 747. We were in an airport in the middle of nowhere, Kansas. It was a decommissioned airfield from the Cold War called Osage Field. It was used to service Atias E Missile Silos before they were decommissioned. Exactly like the missile silo we bought that was only a few minutes drive from here. Our bolthole. We used George to purchase all of this, under the cover of his frequent business trips.

A burly man with an MP5 awaited us, along with several women. More burly men guarded the perimeter. The man was Duncan Barber, one of the SWAT officers that attacked us back in June. He wasn't to blame for the attack; none of the SWAT officers were to blame. They were under the Nuns' control. Three of them had died, but the other nine had lived. Mark gave them the choice to go to prison or he could fake their deaths and put them to work. They chose freedom and work. So Mark and fixed their broken relationships it was our fault that they were broken - and relocated them and their families out here.

"Mam," Duncan said. His aura was black, fringed with red. Everyone at this airfield and the missile silo were bound to Mark by the Zimmah ritual. This place was just too important to let anyone know about it, unless they were bound to us.

"Is it as bad as it seems, mam?" Kathanne asked. She was Duncan's wife.

"Yes," I sighed.

"What are you going to do, mam?" Duncan asked as he escorted me to the waiting SUV.

"I don't know," I wearily said. Sam and I dug into her translation of the Book, looking for some way to neutralize Brandon's powers, or break the control he was exerting on people.

"Shame we don't have a Nun, Duncan said. "Isn't Warlocks what they specialize in defeating?"

I stopped, looking at him. That was it, we needed a Nun.

"Sam, you said there was a spell that would allow a Warlock to steal a Nun's powers?" I asked, hope blossoming in my chest.

"Yes, mam, The, um, Ganubath ritual, Sam answered. "You need to find a Nun and capture her." A smile appeared on Sam's face, but it quickly vanished. "Where are you going to find one, though?"

I grinned at her. I knew only one place in the world that you could find a Nun. "Fuel the plane!" I snapped. "We need to leave as soon as we cast the Naba ritual." I glanced at Sam and she swallowed.

"I'll get started right away, mam," she answered, her face pale.

I would be scared, too. It was dangerous to summon the dead.

To be continued...