The Devil's Pact - S01 E338

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The Devil's Pact - S01 E338

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 338

Lilith must have a plan to stop him, thought, as I threaded my way through the warehouse. It was owned by the City of Seattle and not currently in use. With the Mayor in our power, we quietly occupied it, moving Lilith's Children and her pregnant followers here. Babylon's house had quickly grown too crowded.

As I walked past the women they all bowed to me. Some were pregnant, while others had already birthed Lilith's children. The children all stood out from us regular humans in some way- unusual colorings, abnormal heights, or strange features that made them look slightly different. My daughter, Cora, was a Manticore. She was big and had leonine features. Lamia, Chantelle's daughter, had purple hair. Others stood out even more. Ziki, who masqueraded as Nate Kirkpatrick, was a freakish albino in her natural form.

And the twins were the strangest of all of Lilith's children.

I found them with their mother, a recovering heroin addict named Andi. The twins were pale girls, their hair pure white and they lacked any pigment in their eyes. They were born yesterday, and would reach their maturity by tomorrow evening. When I entered the room, the twins jumped in surprise. One vanished completely, the other became translucent; I shuddered in discomfort as I could see straight through her.

They were both Dimme, more spirits than creatures of flesh. When they were translucent or invisible they could pass through solid objects. Lilith was ecstatic when they were born. "Dimme are assassins," Lilith had purred when she saw the twins, "capable of penetrating an enemy's defenses and killing their target with a single touch."

They could only kill when they were solid. When they were vulnerable.

Most of Lilith's children were immune to normal weapons. Only enchanted weapons or cold iron could hurt them. But a few, like the Dimme, were more vulnerable. As long as a Dimme remained translucent or invisible, she could not be harmed by anything. However, she could not affect anything, either. To kill, she had to become solid and leave herself vulnerable to any weapon.

"Di, Emi," said, holding out my hand. "Your Mother wishes to see you." One of them reappeared, Emi think, and Di became solid. They both gripped my hand, hesitantly, and I smiled shyly at them.

"Mother needs us?" Emi asked.

Inodded. "Come on."

Both girls smiled and looked almost cute. Almost.

Lilith was waiting in her chambers, the former warehouse manager's office. It was richly appointed. Persian rugs covered the floor, silk tapestries hung on the walls, and scented candles, held in gold sconces, lit the room, filling the air with sweet jasmine and spicy cinnamon. Lilith sat at her richly carved, mahogany desk and smiled happily when we walked in. She stood up from the desk and knelt down, her arms outstretched.

Emi and Di ran to her, laughing as their mother scooped them up in her arms. "Ohh, you two are growing up so fast," Lilith praised, then kissed them both on their foreheads. "And so beautiful."

"Not as beautiful as you, Mother," Di politely said.

"No." Lilith answered with a vain smile. "But then no-one is." Lilith set her daughters down. "You two will be fully grown by tomorrow, right?"

"Yes, Mother," Emi nodded. "By Sunday night."

Lilith smiled broadly, "Good." Lilith conjured the images of Brandon Fitzsimmons and Mark Glassner. Well, I thought it was Brandon she conjured. He looked younger and slimmer than he appeared on TV, with a full head of hair. Perhaps he cast a spell? Or did he make a deal with some demon? "Sunday night, when you are fully grown, you are to go south to Tacoma and kill these two men." Lilith instructed her daughters.

Di and Emi both smiled. I suppressed a shudder. They were hungry, disturbing smiles. "Of course, Mother."

Lilith spread out some maps and we began to plan the twins' infiltration.

Mark Glassner Tacoma, WA

"No, no!" Mary shrieked. "Mark, please! Help me!"

I strained against the chains, struggling to break the iron links, ignoring the pain in my bruised muscles and the bite of the manacles into the skin of my wrists. I screamed wordlessly in fear and rage. My tongue was gone, cut out on Brandon's orders. And with my tonque gone, so went all my power. I couldn't command with my tongue gone, so went all my power. I couldn't command people, I couldn't cast any spells.

My tongue was my power.

Brandon ripped Mary's dress, exposing her freckled breasts. A look of hunger crossed the fat man's face. Mary had come to rescue me, and had falled. She turned to run and Brandon caught her by her long, auburn ponytail and yanked her back.

"No, no!" she cried out. "Mark, please! You have to save me! Please, please!"

Brandon hauled her back, throwing her to the ground. He was on her faster than I thought the fat man could move, pinning her beneath his monstrous bulk. Mary's cries and whimpers tore my heart apart as I wrenched at the chains, heaving with all my might. I had to save my wife. I poured every bit of strength i possessed, ignoring all the hurts and pain I felt. None of that mattered. If had to rip my arm off to save my Mary, then so be it!

"Bease," I cried, without a tongue the word sounding like mush, as I heaved at the chain.

I pulled and pulled, my body screaming in pain. But it wasn't the chain that gave out first, it was my body. I slumped, panting loudly. I failed her. Tears rolled down my cheek as the fat man pumped away atop my wife. Mary's screams were daggers in my soul.

I failed her!

"Mark," the chiming, ethereal voice whispered. "Awaken."

Everything seemed to dissolve and then blow away as the melodic voice rang out. Brandon, Mary, the chains holding me down; all swept away. Even the pain was gone. My awareness returned to me and I exhaled in relief. This was a nightmare. I was asleep on the hard cot back in the jail.

I remembered thinking of Azrael as I fell asleep. I wanted to summon the Angel of Death to my dreams. She was the only one who could teach me how to harness the power of the Gift Tiffany gave me.

I turned to see Azrael standing behind me. Her hair was red as blood, floating about her fierce face; her skin gleamed as bright as burnished bronze, and she was clad in a robe of the purest white. Concern painted her face; her scarlet eyes strangely soft.