The devil's Pact - S01 E350

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The devil's Pact - S01 E350

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 350

"Oh, well, it's all right, I guess," Karen said. "We watch you and Master, or we make love with each other. There really isn't anything else to do while we wait."

There was an awkward pause as neither of us knew what to say, and I wondered just how long it would take for 32 to open this damned gate before Brandon got too far away. I glanced at the ghost, bit my lip, then asked the first question that popped into my head, "How can you block bullets and go through walls?"

"We stand on the edge between life and death right now," Karen answered, and we can control which side we are closer to. If we choose life, we can interact with your world, and if we slide closer to death, we can pass through walls."

"Ahh, and the bullets dori't hurt you because you're dead?"

"Basically."

"So, could something hurt you while you're summoned?"

Karen shook her head. "Not really. If an attack hits us that can effect spiritual beings, like Master's sword, our souls will only get sent back to the Abyss." Karen frowned. "Well, there is one thing. Mishbath."

"What's that?"

"Annihilation. A blade of negation forged by the demoness Asherah, that can permanently destroy a soul, wiping it from existence. Even torment in the Abyss is preferable to unbeing. At least in Hell there can be companionship and hope of a better existence

"Wow," I whispered.

"Brandon is trapped," 32's voice came over the jail's PA. "I've created a path to him. Just follow the open security gates."

"Good job!" I shouted as the security gate blocking our pursuit buzzed open. Karen and 63 led the way and 51 brought up the rear.

32 emerged from the wall as we rushed past empty jail cells. "This way!" she shouted.

Gunfire erupted as 32 rounded the corner, bouncing harmlessly off her silver armor. The Korean ghost aimed her silvery 9mm and started firing calmly. Karen and 63 joined her, and the three ghosts fired at Brandon's men. I could hear the soldiers cry out in fear and pain and I felt bad for them.

They didn't ask for this. They were Brandon's slaves.

"Just surrender, Brandon!" I shouted, hoping to spare any innocent lives I could. "You're trapped!"

"Fuck you cunt!" he screamed back, shrill with hysteria. "I am a God! I will not be defeated so easily! Not by a fucking woman!"

I laughed, putting all the contempt I could into it. "Brandon, you were outclassed from the beginning."

"Open the gate!" he bellowed. I heard a metallic ring, like someone just kicked the security gate. "I command you to open the goddamn fucking gatel"

There was no more fire coming from Brandon's soldiers, so I stepped out around the corner. Guilt filled my soul as I saw the soldiers lying dead and dying before Brandon. I shoved the guilt down. This was all Brandon's fault. The blood is on his hands, not mine.

I advanced on Brandon as he pounded on the security gate, begging for it to open. He turned back and saw the three ghosts and me walking determinedly down the hallway. "Please!" he begged, sliding down the security gate. "Please, don't hurt me!"

I backhanded him, hard. So hard my hand hurt. It was satisfying to see the blood flow from his broken nose. "Restrain him, I coldly ordered.

Karen grasped his legs and 63 grabbed his arms. He struggled, but the ghosts had preternatural strength and easily held the blubbering man down.

"I just wanted the power," he sobbed. "Mercy, please!"

"You are pathetic," I snarled. "You attacked us with soldiers, hunted down my husband, and beat him for three days straight. You wanted to give me to that monstrous demon you summoned! And you want mercy? Are you fucking kidding me, Brandon!" I kicked him in the side and he grunted. The fucker deserved far more pain and suffering. I wanted to beat him bloody, to let Brandon experience the pain he inflicted on my husband. I wanted him dead, but I couldn't kill him. Every Thrall under his control was bound to him. If he died, they died. "You're only alive because I do not want to be responsible for the tens of thousands of deaths that would result if I killed you. Get him hard, 51."

"Yes, ma'am," 51 answered, unzipping his pants and pulling his cock out. Her ebony hand stroked it a few times, then she bent down and sucked it into her mouth.

"Let me know when he's about to cum," I ordered.

Mark Glassner

With my new found energy, I rushed at Molech. He whirled about, his sword swinging in a wide arc that unsummoned two more bodyguards as it passed through their ghostly bodies. I parried the stroke, barely, and Chasity slid under his blade and swung at his knee. He pulled his leg back, but her blade managed to bite deep Into his thigh.

Molech roared in fury, weeping molten blood. His injured leg slowed him, and the ghosts and I pressed the attack. His great, flaming sword was a red blur as he whipped it around in deadly arcs, but the wound on his leg slowed him. Ghostly blades and my golden sword slashed at the demon, and more molten blood gleamed as it flew through the air from a dozen shallow cuts, sizzling and smoking on the concrete. Somehow, Molech was always able to move his bulk to avoid the worst of the blows.

"I am Molech, God of the Ammonites, Lord of Brimstone!" the demon roared. "I am the Fiery Furnace that consumes the Prideful! Who are you, mortal, to think you can contend with a God!"

"I am Mark Glassner!" I roared back. "And you are a God no longer. All those who worshiped you are dead. Who the fuck has even heard of the Ammonites? Or Molech?"

Molech erupted wordlessly in anger. Two of the ghosts leaped at the demon's back and he whirled, cleaving through them and leaving his back exposed to me. Seeing my opening, I rushed forward, my sword raised high. Just three steps and a swing and my blade would part the demon's head from his body.

The first step-Molech began to turn, somehow sensing the attack, but he was slowed by all his wounds. He couldn't stop me and

triumph surged through me. I was going to take his head! I was going to win!

The second step-out of the corner of my eye I saw a white figure materialize and threw myself to the side to avoid a shadowed hand of the last Dimme. I hit the ground hard, my knee exploding in pain as I wrenched it on a metal stool bolted into the concrete. I looked around for the monster, but she had vanished again. Dammit, I was so close. I grabbed the stool, struggling to stand, but my knee wouldn't support my weight and I fell onto my back,

"I think you are an insect." Molech growled as he marched towards me, triumph burning in his burning eyes. 01 and 78 jumped in front of the demon, trying to stop his advance, but he cut them down, the ghosts vanishing back into mist as they returned to the afterlife. "I shall crush you beneath my foot and then I will find your woman and she shall know the agony of my embrace."