me. From my thoughts to my emotions, he would be able to invade my dreams and waking thoughts. I would never be free of him. A bond with a demon was breakable only one way; death to the demon. Impossible, it has never been done.
I was stunned into silence and this seemed to please Kristoff immensely. The smile on his face spoke volumes, letting me know that he would take pleasure in my suffering. Reading his emotions told me that he thought with time I would be agreeable to all of this. Too bad for him, because as I lay here I’m really plotting his death.
From his robes Priest pulled a Blood Rosary, the rosary all satanic followers used. It had big red beads said to be made from the blood of martyrs and an upside down crucifix attached to it. He made an inverted sign of the cross. Then he began to pray over me in Latin. If nothing else, his evil devotion to a hollow religion was disturbing.
The air around the three of us shimmered with a spark of power. I knew they were calling forth the evil one. I could feel the fabric of time splitting; the stench of rotting souls filled the air around me. My wrists bled even more, the blood beginning to run down my arms even faster. But the pain was gone now, replaced by mind-numbing fear. If they were bringing forth the devil they meant business.
From the corner of my eye I noticed a bright green wall of fire. My heart leapt into my throat. God no, they really were calling the devil forth. They were going to pierce the veil and then the shit was going to hit the fan. There was nothing I could do about it chained as I was. All I could do was pray that Sabine was safe, everything else I would have to deal with as it came.
Kristoff leaned forward and whispered close to my ear. “My father below has come to bless our joining. He will approve of my choice in a mate, I’m sure.”
I whimpered. There was no way I’d survive this. Even if I did, I’d be destined for hell at the end of my life, which was a fate worse than any I could imagine. Forever separated from God’s holy love. Forever separated from everyone I’d ever loved. I should have told James what he and Shaye meant to me the last time we spoke. Why was it always when it was too late that we wanted to tell others just how much we loved them?
“Where shall you mark her?” The devil’s voice boomed, pulling me from my thoughts.
He was incorporeal, which was a blessing in and of itself. If the devil had come fully forth I would have died from fright. Once before his fall, Satan had been the most beautiful angel in all of God’s kingdom. Made to reflect God’s glory, he had been the lead angel of worship. But once pride, envy and hate gripped his heart, he became a beast. Twisted and deformed; a sight that would make the most seasoned warrior want to faint.
Obviously Priest wasn’t strong enough to bring him fully from the pit. Thank you God, for blessings, no matter how small. Because with my smart mouth I would probably tell him just how damn ugly I thought he was. That would most likely end my life for me but at least I’d have the last word. See, if you looked hard enough you could always find the bright side to things. Since I was feeling so optimistic I’d make an appointment to see someone about my anger management issues, right after I got out of this mess.
He slid his hand over my cuffed wrist taking away with him the bracelet my grandfather had given me as little girl. He held it in front of my face so I could watch the candle light bounce tauntingly off the crystal heart charms. Seeing something so special to me in his hands had a look of horror crossing my face and an answering smile crossing his. He was a bastard and if I ever got the chance I would make him pay for all he has put me through.
“Give it back you bastard!”
Kristoff slipped it into his pocket. “I believe I shall keep it as a wedding present. A reminder, if you will, of a wonderful evening.”
“I hate you.” I spat at
I was stunned into silence and this seemed to please Kristoff immensely. The smile on his face spoke volumes, letting me know that he would take pleasure in my suffering. Reading his emotions told me that he thought with time I would be agreeable to all of this. Too bad for him, because as I lay here I’m really plotting his death.
From his robes Priest pulled a Blood Rosary, the rosary all satanic followers used. It had big red beads said to be made from the blood of martyrs and an upside down crucifix attached to it. He made an inverted sign of the cross. Then he began to pray over me in Latin. If nothing else, his evil devotion to a hollow religion was disturbing.
The air around the three of us shimmered with a spark of power. I knew they were calling forth the evil one. I could feel the fabric of time splitting; the stench of rotting souls filled the air around me. My wrists bled even more, the blood beginning to run down my arms even faster. But the pain was gone now, replaced by mind-numbing fear. If they were bringing forth the devil they meant business.
From the corner of my eye I noticed a bright green wall of fire. My heart leapt into my throat. God no, they really were calling the devil forth. They were going to pierce the veil and then the shit was going to hit the fan. There was nothing I could do about it chained as I was. All I could do was pray that Sabine was safe, everything else I would have to deal with as it came.
Kristoff leaned forward and whispered close to my ear. “My father below has come to bless our joining. He will approve of my choice in a mate, I’m sure.”
I whimpered. There was no way I’d survive this. Even if I did, I’d be destined for hell at the end of my life, which was a fate worse than any I could imagine. Forever separated from God’s holy love. Forever separated from everyone I’d ever loved. I should have told James what he and Shaye meant to me the last time we spoke. Why was it always when it was too late that we wanted to tell others just how much we loved them?
“Where shall you mark her?” The devil’s voice boomed, pulling me from my thoughts.
He was incorporeal, which was a blessing in and of itself. If the devil had come fully forth I would have died from fright. Once before his fall, Satan had been the most beautiful angel in all of God’s kingdom. Made to reflect God’s glory, he had been the lead angel of worship. But once pride, envy and hate gripped his heart, he became a beast. Twisted and deformed; a sight that would make the most seasoned warrior want to faint.
Obviously Priest wasn’t strong enough to bring him fully from the pit. Thank you God, for blessings, no matter how small. Because with my smart mouth I would probably tell him just how damn ugly I thought he was. That would most likely end my life for me but at least I’d have the last word. See, if you looked hard enough you could always find the bright side to things. Since I was feeling so optimistic I’d make an appointment to see someone about my anger management issues, right after I got out of this mess.
He slid his hand over my cuffed wrist taking away with him the bracelet my grandfather had given me as little girl. He held it in front of my face so I could watch the candle light bounce tauntingly off the crystal heart charms. Seeing something so special to me in his hands had a look of horror crossing my face and an answering smile crossing his. He was a bastard and if I ever got the chance I would make him pay for all he has put me through.
“Give it back you bastard!”
Kristoff slipped it into his pocket. “I believe I shall keep it as a wedding present. A reminder, if you will, of a wonderful evening.”
“I hate you.” I spat at
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