The Devil's Pact - S01 E333

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The Devil's Pact - S01 E333

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 333

"Are you in pain? Does It hurt where you are?"

She smiled softly. "No, Mistress. Chasity and the others wait with me.

"What are you waiting for?"

"Why for you and Master, of course. Even in death, we are yours. Always yours." Her gray, smokey hand reached out and cupped my face, wiping at my tears. "Master needs you. So how can I help?"

"Does Brandon Fitzsimmons have a sister?"

"No, just a brother," Karen answered.

Relief flooded through me. This was going to work! "Is the Mother Superior at Rennes-le-Château?"

"She is, Mistress," Karen answered. "Alone and waiting for you."

My heart skipped a beat. "She's waiting for me?"

"For two thousand years she has waited for you, Mistress," Karen paused. "Momentous things are happening. Lucifer has driven his enemies from the field and now he waits as his prison crumbles about him. Dark days lie ahead of you."

"I don't care, I just need to save Mark!" I cried.

"Sam is nearing the limits of her strength. Ask quickly!" Karen urged.

"Is there anything else I need to know?" asked, "Something I haven't thought of?"

"Brandon has..." Sam screamed, loud and sudden, drowned out Karen's words. "...other."

"What did you say?" I asked as the smoke started to drift apart, the form vanishing into a billowing cloud that rose up to the heavens.

Karen was gone.

Sam collapsed on the ground, twitching, blood trickling from her nose. I should be concerned for her, but all I could think about were Karen's words. Brandon has what? An other? That didn't make sense. A mother, maybe? He somehow found the way to bind anyone that heard him speak with the Zimmah spell. Maybe it involved his mother somehow. A male Warlock needs to use his mother to bind someone. I frowned. No, that could not be right?

His mother was dead. Our investigation into Brandon revealed that. It's why we didn't think of him as a threat.

"Ma'am, the plane is fueled," Lynda, one of our pilots, said.

"Let's go," I said, pushing aside those questions. Mark was in too much danger to waste a second.

My mom caught my arm as I walked by. "She's a legend, the Mother Superior. You heard Karen, she's waiting for you. Don't do this."

"I have to, Mom," I said, shaking my arm from hers. "There is no other choice."

"Please, Mary," my mom begged.

I hugged her. "It will be okay. She's alone. I will have thirty armed men and women with me. I will be perfectly safe. I love you, Morn."

"I love you too, sweetheart," Mom whispered and kissed my cheek.

Dad gave me a hug and kissed me on my forehead. "You can do it, Mary. I know you can. I'm proud of you."

"Thanks, Dad," I whispered, fighting back tears.

Sam was standing up, looking shaky, as Candy held a cloth to her bleeding nose. For a moment thought I saw anger in Candy's eyes as she helped Sam. I was about to say something when Missy ran up and hugged me fiercely. "Good luck, sis!" she said and kissed me on the lips.

"You watch out for Mom and Dad," I told her and ruffled her strawberry-blonde hair. I glanced back at Candy and I only saw concern for Sam on her face. Did I even see any anger?

"You can count on me, Mary!" Missy exclaimed.

I walked to the 747. I planned on taking all twenty-one of the bodyguards and the nine SWAT officers. It would leave all my loved ones unprotected, but none of that mattered if couldn't save Mark in time. I took one last look at all our friends and family before the hatch was closed. I walked to my seat and strapped in. My thoughts were full of worry over what Karen had tried to tell me.

I focused, trying to remember how her lips were moving, trying to figure out what Sam's scream had drowned out.