The Devil's Pact Pt. 35

"That's it, whore," he moaned. "Mmm, drink it all down. You are such a slut."

Finally, he finished, pulling out of my mouth. I wanted to spit.

Instead, I looked up at him, forcing myself to lick the cum off my lips as sexily as possible. "Thank you, my Lord. I bet my cunt would feel even better on your big, magnificent cock!"

His blow caught me by surprise.

I lay sprawled on the ground, my face burning with pain. I shook my head, blood dripping from my broken nose. What happened?

Brandon drew back his leg to kick my stomach and fear poured through me. He was trying to hurt my baby. I threw myself away, his foot catching my side instead of my belly. I tumbled across the ground, hip scraping on the rough concrete, skin burning.

"Did you think I was stupid enough to let you fuck me?" Brandon roared. "I know you have the Gift!"

"How?" I coughed.

"Mowdah," Brandon answered. The spell that lets a Warlock see a person's aura. Mine was bronze now. The aura of a Shaman.

"But you don't have a sister," I gasped in a nasally voice as blood poured from my broken nose.

"I have a brother," Brandon answered, a look of distaste appearing on his face.

I felt so stupid. The Mowdah ritual required a sibling's sexual juices. Mark and I used our sisters. We didn't have a choice since neither of us had a brother. How could I forget that you could also use a brother? Karen's warning rang in my mind. Brandon has... other! Sam's scream had drowned out the middle of Karen's warning. But I knew it now.

Brandon has a brother!

She was trying to warn me that my plan would fail.

I fought off my panic and glanced at Mark. I saw him concentrating. He was healing himself, but it would take time, and it would be obvious. I swallowed. I needed to distract Brandon and everyone else. I had to buy Mark time to heal himself. It was the only chance we had.

"I hope you didn't wish for that small cock!" I taunted. "I barely felt it in my mouth."

Brandon sent another kick at me, and I shouted, "Owr!"

Blinding light erupted between us. Brandon stumbled, his kick missing me. Blinking, he roared, "Fucking cunt!"

"Desiree told me she had to fake her orgasms when you fucked her!" I continued to taunt him, scrambling up to my feet. "She couldn't feel your tiny dick inside her! But she never has to fake it with Mark! He has a huge cock!"

The bruises faded on Mark's naked body, the swelling on his face slowly going down. I could see both of his eyes now. They were hard with concentration. I just needed to keep Brandon focused on me.

I backed away as the pig squinted, his vision returning. With a grunting roar, he lunged at me and tripped, falling forward. Desiree had grabbed his legs, holding him tight. Brandon hit the concrete hard. He cursed, spitting a bloody tooth out. He glared at Desiree and kicked my slut hard in the face. Crying out in pain, she let go.

Brandon was on his feet, rounding on Desiree. "I thought you knew your place, cunt!" he screamed at the Latina woman, kicking her hard in the stomach. "Fucking whore!"

"That's mi Reina!" she shouted, defiance burning in her dark eyes as she clutched her stomach.

I moved to help her, but a hand grabbed me from behind. One of the soldiers, his grip crushing-iron as he squeezed my shoulder. Wincing in pain, I reached back, touched his hand, and screamed a single word: "Maveth!"

The soldier fell to the ground, screaming in horror. It was the last thing Azrael taught me before I woke up this morning. Because Azrael was the Angel of Death, she gifted a unique prayer to Shamans. A male Shaman could conjure the dead. A female Shaman could show a person what awaited them in death.

For a Thrall bound with the Zimmah spell, that meant sharing his Warlock's torment in Hell.

I stepped back from the soldier, unnerved by the terror in his hoarse screaming. Would Mark and I experience that same horror when we died? Surely we were not as evil as Brandon? We do not deserve the same punishment that awaits his vile soul. I looked up at Brandon, and he licked his lips nervously.

He didn't know what I just did. The Maveth prayer wasn't in the Magicks of the Witch of Endor.

"Anyone who touches me shall receive the same fate!" I warned, staring at Brandon with all the anger and contempt I could muster.

Other soldiers eyed me warily. "Grab her!" Brandon screamed, an edge of hysteria in his voice. A smug feeling bubbled through me. He was scared of me. "Seize her now!"

Good.

I touched the first soldier who lunged at me, spoke the word, and he fell to the ground in horror. Three more grabbed me. They were all touching my bare skin. It was enough. I spoke and they, too, fell screaming. A gun cracked. I was enveloped in blue as my amulet deflected a shot. I turned to see the soldier who fired. 51 and 27 leaped on him, the two captured bodyguards wrestling him to the ground.

Elation surged in me. Brandon's soldiers were in disarray, and Mark was healing. Everything was swinging in our favor.

"What is going on here?" a voice boomed like an erupting volcano.

I whirled about to see a tall, hulking man entering the exercise yard. Only he wasn't a man. His eyes glowed like coals and his skin was black and cracked like cooling lava. The air stank of rotten eggs as the demon strode across the yard. The women huddled in the center of the yard scrambled to get out of his way, pushing and shoving each other in their terror to escape him.

"Molech, I have your next sacrifice!" Brandon bellowed, pointing right at me. "Mary Glassner!"

Chapter Six

Without fear did our glorious Living God face down the foul Demon Molech. No more would the innocent burn beneath his embrace.

--The Gospel of April 38:34

Mark Glassner

Panic seized my heart as Molech strode forward.

I had been watching my wife with pride as I healed. When her plan fell apart, she didn't panic. Instead, she stalled for time so I could recover. She was amazing as she taunted Brandon and fended off his soldiers. For a moment, she appeared to have the upper hand--until Molech arrived like a crashing avalanche. The hulking monstrosity strode closer and closer to my wife. I knew what happened to the women he took. Their screams never stopped echoing through the jail as they burned beneath him.

I concentrated, willing myself to heal faster, trying to fight down my terror for my wife as Molech strode across the yard.

Mary turned to flee as the demon approached her, sending a soldier who tried to grab her screaming to the ground with a single word. I had to heal faster. My tongue started regrowing, expanding and filling up my mouth. I had to heal faster. There wasn't any more time. Molech approached Brandon, who watched with a smirk as Mary was backed into a corner, fear shining in her eyes.

Suddenly, Molech's arm lashed out and seized at nothing. No, not nothing. A woman materialized out of thin air, pale-white and naked. Her hair was whiter than snow, the very absence of any color. Molech had her by the arm, but she did not scream even as her flesh sizzled. Smoke curled greasily from Molech's clenched fist. Instead of screaming, the woman thrust her hand at the demon. Shadows flashed. Molech released her, steam hissing from an ugly fissure in his chest.

The woman vanished.

"What was that?" Brandon gaped where the woman had disappeared.

"Dimme," Molech rumbled. "One of Lilith's spawn. It is an assassin that walks the borders of life and death." The demon fixed his burning coals on Brandon. "I have not gotten all the sacrifices due me yet, so you cannot die."

Molech's fist lashed out, striking something. The Dimme appeared as she was sent sprawling to the ground, her face a bloody ruin. The Dimme hissed at Molech and disappeared, leaving behind pale, pink blood on the concrete. Mary was forgotten as Brandon called his soldiers to surround him. Molech circled slowly, peering about, a grimace creasing his face.

Behind Molech, the Dimme appeared and struck him in the back with shadows. Roaring in pain, he swung around, but the Dimme ducked. A second Dimme materialized behind Brandon, hand lunging at his unprotected back. A soldier saw her and threw himself in front of her blow. Shadows flashed, and the soldier fell lifeless to the floor. The Dimme vanished as the other soldiers opened fire at her.

My tongue was whole. I was healed enough. "Tsalmaveth!"

Energy flowed out of me. Rising from the ground like it was evening around wetlands came mists. It billowed white as it filled the exercise yard. The soldiers guarding Brandon grew more bewildered and started firing wildly as the fog drew together, forming into fifteen figures--the dead I summoned, creating their bodies out of white vapors. In front of me, one of those figures grew swiftly out of the swirling vapors. Its body filled out and a nimbus of silvery light sprang around it. I squinted up at the spirit and saw blue eyes, blonde hair, and a smile.

"Look at all the trouble you get into without me, Master," Chasity grinned.

Clad in silver armor, she held a silver 9mm in her hand. She looked like a Valkyrie, fierce and beautiful. Aiming her gun, she shot off the manacles binding my hands and feet, then held out her hand. I took it. Her grip as strong as ice, as cold as death.

My eyes burned with shock and grief as she helped me to my feet. I looked around, staring at the other ghosts I had summoned: Karen standing before Mary, 25's pouty lips curled into a snarl as she fired her ghostly gun at a group of soldiers, 63's auburn hair flowing like flames behind her as she sprinted across the exercise yard towards Mary. All thirteen of the bodyguards who died for us had been called, protecting us even in death.

My legs felt rubbery as I took my first step. I was so weak. I hadn't eaten in days, barely drank water enough to survive, and I could feel the energy flowing out of me, maintaining the summons. I grit my teeth, pushed my exhaustion to the side, and summoned my Celestial Gold sword and armor.

I strode into the fight, Chasity at my side.

Molech had to be stopped.

* * *

Mary Glassner

Mark's voice shouted over Molech's roar as I huddled in the corner. For the moment, everyone ignored me. I struggled to think, to make use of the distraction. Brandon was surrounded by his soldiers. Maybe I could hug the wall, make my way to safety as everyone was distracted by the Dimme. Then a thick, white mist sprang up around the exercise yard. I watched in amazement as the vapors swirled before me and a figure coalesced, resolving into Karen dressed in glowing silver armor.

"Mistress," she said with a smile. "How may I serve?"

I gaped at the other figures appearing out of the mist. I saw all the bodyguards who died, the six last June and the seven who died on Saturday defending Mark. Chasity helped Mark to his feet. I beamed. It was good to see her again. She looked so beautiful in her armor, so fierce. I once overheard Alison speaking to her wife about Chasity. "She's watching over us," Alison had said, "Like a Valkyrie, ready to swoop in and help us. Just like in that old Arnold Schwarzenegger movie. The barbarian one."

Alison was right. Chasity was a Valkyrie here to save us.

Ghostly 63 ran up beside Karen, followed by porcelain-faced 32. Behind them, Mark charged at the demon, clad in golden armor, Chasity at his side. My stomach clenched in fear while my heart surged with pride. He was fighting back.

"Ma'am, your orders?" 32 asked fiercely, gleaming in her silver armor.

"Capture Brandon!" I commanded.

Brandon's soldiers, wild-eyed, fired at the apparitions. Their bullets didn't affect the silver-clad bodyguards--they were already dead. 32 and 63 fired their ghostly 9mm at the soldiers, striking their bulky body armor and sending them reeling while Karen placed herself between me and the firefight. Behind Brandon, Mark, Chasity, and more of the bodyguards fought Molech and the two Dimme. Mark looked like a Greek hero, his sword flashing in the sunlight. He was so powerful, so heroic, and I felt a momentary heat in my pussy.

A naked 51, looking exhausted and gaunt, slid up to me, a captured M16 in her hand. "Ma'am," she calmly greeted, knelt down, and fired at Brandon's guards.

The ghosts of Karen, 32, and 63 advanced.

"Retreat!" Brandon cried out in fear as another one of his soldiers was struck down by the ghosts.

Brandon raced away at the center of ten or so soldiers, heading towards the security gate that led into the prison. There was a metallic buzz and the gates opened.

"Crap," I cursed. "Let's go." Mark would have to take care of Molech on his own.

We ran after Brandon as the gate started closing. 32 pulled ahead and threw herself into the doorway, catching the gate before it could shut. There was the grinding protest of metal as 32 stopped the mechanism long enough for 51 and myself to slip through. We turned a corner and spotted Brandon passing through a second security gate. 32 raced forward, but the gate clanged shut before she could reach it.

"Dammit!" I snarled then glanced at 32. "Can you go through walls?"

"Of course, Ma'am," she smiled, excitement twinkling in her almond-shaped eyes. I remembered her from the first tryouts. Her name was Sally. She died on Saturday.

"Take the control room, trap Brandon, and open a way for us!"

* * *

Mark Glassner

I caught a glimpse of Mary chasing after Brandon with Karen, two other ghosts, and 51. Hoping she would be fine, I turned my attention back to Molech. The demon had conjured a flaming sword and swung it about in deadly arcs. The ghosts were attacking him from all sides, but Molech was holding us at bay with his sword. Those strange, colorless women, the Dimme, were constantly popping in and out of thin air. They attacked Molech, me, and the ghosts.

Chasity suddenly tackled me, and we both went down as Molech's blade roared overhead. The heat boiled from the sword. It was worse than the heat from an open oven spilling over my face. We rolled on the concrete and broke apart. I slowly got back on my feet. Maintaining the summoning was draining me fast. I wasn't sure I could last much longer. I just had to hold on somehow. Molech was too strong, too fast, for me to fight him by myself. I needed the ghosts. He moved like quicksilver, despite his bulk, flowing about the courtyard and driving back all our attacks.

Molech's sword flickered at me in a cutting arc. My heart thudding, I barely raised my blade in time to parry. The demon knew how to fight. It took all my skill just to keep his weapon from finding my flesh, let alone attacking back. Three of the bodyguards swiped at him. He turned and flowed away from me.

The ghosts had transformed their guns into swords. The small bullets just didn't seem to do anything to the bulky demon. 22 leaped at the demon, her black hair streaming behind her. Molech whirled, turned her blade with his sword, and his riposte cleaved through her, breaking the spell that summoned her and sending her spirit back to the Abyss.

22's unsummoning lessened the strain on my energy, but not by much. I was flagging, and Molech sensed it. I raised my sword in time to catch his next blow, the force sliding me back a foot. The demon hammered at me with lightning-quick blows that I barely blocked with an upraised sword, each one sending a painful vibration up my arms. Chasity slid in, swinging her silver blade at the demon, forcing him back.

"Fuck," I cursed, sweat pouring down my face, into my eyes. The summoning was about to fail. I couldn't hold it much longer. I wiped at my brow, then suddenly one of the Dimme was in front of me. Her arm shot forward and shadows flashed as she hit my breastplate.

Pain exploded through me.

I flew backward, my armor cracking from her blow. I grunted, landing heavily on my back. The Dimme vanished then reappeared standing above me, her arm striking at my head. I knew her blow would kill me if she touched my unprotected face. Behind the Dimme, Chasity swung her sword at the monster's head, racing to kill the Dimme before the monster could kill me.

Everything slowed down as my energy failed. The summoning spell was about to end, and I struggled to hold on to it, but I was too weak and it was beginning to slip away from me. I just needed it to last one more second, just long enough for Chasity's blade to kill the Dimme before her deadly hand could strike my face and kill me.

Just one more second.

I was spent, out of gas. I couldn't hold on any longer, the chains linking the ghosts to me were slipping out of my soul's grasp. This was it. I was dead. I let Mary down. Everyone down. The Dimme's pale hand drew closer and closer, shadows gathering black around it.

No!

I couldn't give up. I had to keep fighting. For Mary. For our unborn child. I reached into the depths of my soul, desperately digging to find something, anything, that could extend the summonings. I touched something hard, metal.

I found a chain manacled to my soul.

No, not one chain but dozens and dozens of them. I grasped one. It belonged to Violet, her life-force tied to me through the Zimmah spell. I could feel the power of her life force and seized it. It fueled the summoning. Then I grasped all the chains and drew on all their energy: Alison, Desiree, Lillian, Xiu, Jessica, Mary's dad and her sisters, the bodyguards, our other servants. More power than I could have ever dreamed of rushed into me.

I had my one second. Hell, I had a lot more than just one.

Chasity's blade sliced through the Dimme. It fell lifeless atop me.

* * *

Mary Glassner

"So," I said to Karen as we waited for 32 to open the security gate, "how's... um... being dead?" I flushed. Why did I ask that? It must be a painful subject for her.

"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. Would Brandon escape and reach the rest of his army? 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. It's similar to those Dimme attacking Brandon."

"Okay. And those bullets don'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 affect 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 for 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 beamed as the security gate blocking our pursuit buzzed open. Karen and 63 led the way while 51 brought up the rear.

32 emerged from the wall as we rushed past empty jail cells. "Ma'am, this way!"

Gunfire erupted as 32 rounded the corner, bullets bouncing harmlessly off her silver armor. The Korean ghost aimed her silvery 9mm and fired calmly. Karen and 63 joined her, all three discharging their spiritual weapons while lead rounds pinged off their bodies. The soldiers cried out in fear and pain.