The devil's Pact - S01 E353

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The devil's Pact - S01 E353

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 353

Introduction:

Mark and Mary are reunited with their loved ones after their ordeal.

Reunions

On September 30th, 2013, amidst blood and fire, the Tyrants' reign began. In the name of Peace and Security, they put mankind beneath their Oppression. To fight the Darkness, the False Gods, Mark and Mary Glassner, shrouded the World in Night. -excerpt from 'The History of the Tyrants' Theocracy', by Tina Allard

September 30th, 2013-Mark Glassner - Tacoma, WA

Brandon Fitzsimmons was dead, executed at my orders; and as we faced the square before the Pierce County Courthouse in Tacoma, full of soldiers staring at us in worshipful awe, I couldn't help but marvel at the the change in Mary. Something happened in France, something that transformed her feelings on how we should use our powers.

"Mark," she had whispered in my ear as we finally held each other, reunited at last. I had been basking in our triumph-I was free, Molech was dead, Brandon was captured. All that was left was for Mary to exorcise him, and this terrible ordeal would be behind us. "We've started something terrible. A darkness approaches. We have to take some responsibility and fight back, Mark."

Her words chilled my blood, a blast of arctic wind howling across my soul. I had opened my mouth to question her, but she pressed a finger to my lips and shook her head, emerald eyes flashing a warning. I trusted her, I loved her, she must have her reasons for not speaking more about it. Her next words transformed the arctic gale into a raging maelstrom when she said, "We need to prepare. We need to lead mankind, guide them and protect them. The Nuns are done. There is only you and me.

"We can make a better world, Mark. A utopia!"

My eyes grew wider and wider as she laid out her idea for the Theocracy. Mary had always been the cautious one, afraid of harming people, and now she wanted to enslave the entire world. We'd make them happy, we'd eliminate all the petty hatreds that had pointlessly divided mankind: sex, race, religion, creed, sexual orientation. We would be their Gods, loving and protecting them- ruling them gently.

Whatever scared my wife, whatever dark secret she learned from the Mother Superior, had driven her to this decision. I knew it was merely an extension of the direction we were already heading, but it was still as shocking as grabbing a downed power line. Right now we were going slow, not forcing people to worship us- guiding instead of commanding. After Brandon's dramatic attack on us using an army, I didn't have a problem with her plan. We needed power; we had been too laid back, too lax, and the consequences had been almost catastrophic. We needed an army. Brandon had taught me what true power was.

"A Utopia," I agreed.

Mary exorcised Brandon, giving him a handjob and stealing his powers when he came. Then we marched outside, wreathed in the flames of Molech, and declared ourselves rulers of the US and Gods of mankind. It was for their own good; something bad, something terrible was approaching, and we needed to protect them.

Now we stood before the very soldiers that had attacked me, who now knelt in worship before us. I could see the guilt in their eyes Brandon had forced them to commit many atrocities while they were his Thrallsmelt away, they were grateful for our absolution as they stared up in awe at their new Gods. It was intoxicating; I could feel their love, their devotion, and I drank it in like water through the roots of a majestic oak tree.

"We need soldiers!" I proclaimed, still wreathed in flames, the news cameras of the world filming us, broadcasting our declaration live to the world. It was the beginning of our rule, our Theocracy. Brandon's corpse lay at my feet. "Loyal men and women who pledge their lives to protect mankind from the coming darkness"

"A Great Evil stirs in the world!" Mary declared passionately. "Lilith the Demoness walks the world, corrupting mankind, and other forces stir in the shadows! You have a choice: serve us and fight the darkness, or be cowards and slink off to your loved ones and watch the world die, knowing deep in your hearts you could have done something to stop it!"

"Soldiers, you were falsely used by Brandon; find redemption in serving us! Find glory in serving us!" roared, "I ask that you swear fidelity and obedience to us, to fight the Darkness and save the World!"

Azrael said I could bind willing people with this prayer, gift them with protections from demonic powers, allow their weapons to harm spiritual flesh. Azrael wasn't sure how many I could bind; a normal monk could have at most a hundred, but I was different. I had access to far more power. I felt it when I fought Molech, drawing on all the people bound to me, pooling our energies to fuel the dead I had summoned. When I killed Molech, his powers had flowed into me and then into Mary. I don't know why the power passed into my wife; maybe because we were bound so tightly with magics, or maybe because Molech's essence was too much for my soul alone to contain. Whatever the reason, we had a new source of energy flowing through us.

All of the soldiers in the square knelt and swore: "I pledge my rifle to the service of Mark and Mary Glassner. With obedience and fidelity, shall follow his leadership. Until my Gods release me or death takes me," and were bound to me with the Ragily prayer.

As the assembled group of soldiers easily more than two hundred of them finished their oaths, I felt power flow out of me and into them. Their auras remained silver, a mortal's aura, but a halo of gold surrounded the silver. According to Azrael, they would be loyal and incorruptible; and there were far more soldiers occupying Tacoma and stationed at Joint Base Lewis-McChord that could swear to me and create an army-my army. Brandon had shown just how dangerous an army in the hands of a Warlock could be.

"My Lord," an older man with stars on his fatigues said as he stood before me, snapping a crisp salute. "Lieutenant-General Arthur Brooks, commander | Corps."

"Good, assemble all of your soldiers," I told him, awkwardly saluting him back. I would have to practice that; a God should appear proficient in all things. "The occupation of Tacoma is over."