The devil's Pact - S01 E392

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The devil's Pact - S01 E392

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 392

"I say we wait," Mary stubbornly said. "It's stupid to rush this."

"So I'm being stupid?" I demanded, frustrated with my wife. Why was she being so blind? Lilith needed to be neutralized as soon as possible.

"I didn't say that, Mark," she spat. "But you're being a pigheaded fool!"

I grit my teeth. "Now what?"

"Let's vote," she declared. "Everyone give your honest opinion. Who says we walt?"

Jessica quickly shot her hand up, and gave me a guilty glance. Sam and Willow's hands joined her. Sam looked at Candy and gaped that her toy had a different opinion. "That Alukah almost killed us both," Candy answered. "I'm with Alison and Desiree! Let's capture the bitch and piss on her and stuff her in a cage!" Violet chewed on her lip, glancing back and forth between Mary and me, then raised her hand, not looking at me.

Counting Mary, five wanted to wait. The remaining eight of us wanted to attack. "I guess I'm not the only pigheaded fool here, Mary," I retorted. I knew it was going too far as soon as said it; Mary flinched in hurt anger.

"Fine," she said flatly, tossed her auburn hair and stalked away. "It's only the World!"

"Wait, Mistress," Jessica said, and followed Mary out the door.

Everyone else sat with stunned silence. I knew should go after her. I really should. Frustration and exhaustion seethed within me though. "Close the door," I barked. Xiu scurried to close the door and sat down.

"We...urm should get General Brooks in here," Xiu suggested uncomfortably, General Brooks commanded the Legion, the 10,000 soldiers bound to me by the Ragily prayer.

I nodded my head. "This afternoon. Is there anything else?"

Sam shifted in her seat. "Well, urn, there is the matter of tracking Warlocks. But, maybe we should wait on Mary?"

"No," said, still seething. I really should go after her and apologize. Even if I was right.

Candy pulled a few items from a bag: a map of the USA that she spread over the table, a few small weights to keep the map unfurled, and a plumb bob, a pointed weight dangling from a white string. She held it above the map by the end of the string, the pointed weight swaying lazily. She flicked her wrist, and sent the plumb bob spinning at the end of the string, the metal point hovering just above the map as it swung in a circle.

"Candy is concentrating on Warlocks," Sam explained. "The bob is enchanted with a divining spell." Suddenly Candy let go of the bob and it stuck into the map of the US right on the city of Paris, Texas. "See, she's detected the Ghost of Paris," Sam explained. Candy took up the plumb bob and sent it spinning again. "This is an old dowsing technique to find water and wells. I modified it to detect the resonance of a Warlock's soul. As you know, souls have different resonances, which you and Mary perceive as colors. Silver for a normal person, Gold for a Nun, Black for a Thrall, Red for a Warlock, etc."

The plumb bob came down in Philadelphia. Then St. Paul, San Francisco, Tulsa, Sioux Falls, Charleston, Tallahassee, El Paso, Memphis. Dozens more cities. And not just in the US. Sometimes the bob fell in Canada or Mexico. Once it fell on Cuba.

"We need to do something about this," I said in stunned horror. She kept finding more and more, Violet writing each down on a notepad. And this was just North America.

"Let me and Desiree take care of this, Master," Alison volunteered. "Give us a couple of platoons of special forces from the Legion and we'll start hunting them down. Most can't be that dangerous. We'll call for Mistress if they have people bound with the Zimmah spell."

"Please, mi Rey?" There was anger and pain in Desiree's brown eyes. "We need to do this. Warlocks are filthy beasts that need to be put down."

Alison nodded vigorously. "We'll make them all pay, Master!"

I chewed my lip. Mary should be present for the decision. I almost said yes anyways, but my anger had faded enough. "I'll discuss it with Mary."

"Thank you, mi Rey," Desiree said, hatred shining in her eyes. Ever since Brandon had raped her, she's had a fierce hatred of Warlocks, and Alison seemed to burn with an even more intense fury than her wife.

"Let's call it a wrap," yawned. "I think we all could use some sleep."

Upstairs, the bodyguards wouldn't let me into my suite. "Mistress said not to," she apologized.

"Out of the way," I ordered and they froze. Conflicting orders would do that. I sighed and rescinded my command.

Mary Glassner

I was furious at Mark.

It was bad enough that he wouldn't listen to sense, but to taunt me at the end? I wanted to scream in frustration. Couldn't he see how dangerous this was? The World was at stake! We had to go slow! We had to be careful! I stalked to the elevator, and jabbed the up button.

"Come on!" snarled at the elevator, mashing the button in the vain hope that it would make the damned thing move faster.

"Mistress," Jessica said as she stepped up next to me.

"What?" I wearily asked. On top of my anger, I was tired. I only had a few hours of sleep, and spending all day healing was exhausting.

"You look tense, Mistress. I could give you a massage."

I glanced at Jessica, a caring smile on her caramel face. I reached out and stroked her honey-brown hair. She was so beautiful, exotic. Her mix of racial heritage gave her such unusual features.

"I think I'd like that."

We rode up the elevator in silence and I gazed at her. She was naked. Well, almost naked. She wore a gold choker with her name written with sapphires. Her breasts were small, full, with brown nipples. My eyes followed the line of her side down to her shapely hips, smooth thighs, and gorgeous calves.

The elevator dinged, we had reached the top floor where our suite was. Two bodyguards saluted me. "Do not let Mark in," I ordered them. "He's in the doghouse."

"I...um...yes, ma'am," the Black bodyguard stammered.