Page 62 of Possess Us
And pop.
My scream is an angry sob as I swear and curse.
‘Mother fucking fucker of fucking fuck!’
They all share a smile as they look at one another.
‘You’re welcome,’ Pain says, moving my shoulder, checking it’s in the right place. His hand rests on my cheek. ‘Ready for your reward?’ He nods towards the manor.
‘Most definitely.’
Flanked by all three, I walk towards the house. The sigil remains in place so they can’t access their power within the walls. But it’s very obvious they are perfectly capable of dealing with humans without manipulating anyone or anything. I step over a torn arm.
Yeah.Verycapable.
We reach the double doors. Fear and Pain kick them open, sending them clear across the lobby. They walk inside. No lights are on, but I doubt that will slow them down.
‘Stay with her,’ Pain says to Lust. ‘Protect her.’
Lust takes my hand in his, and we stay put as they go deeper in the house.
It’s silent, and silence makes me nervous.
‘So, what happens after tonight?’ I ask.
‘What do you mean?’
‘We kill Xion. You're free of the Brotherhood. Free of Hell. What’s next?’
I want to know what they have planned for me. I watch him. And he watches me.
That fucking smile. I don’t trust it one bit.
‘Focus on the here and now, Little Soul. For tomorrow may never come.’
I hear commotion, breaking furniture, swearing and then silence. A few minutes later, there’s a sharp whistle deep inside the house.
‘They’re ready for you,’ Lust smiles, holding out his hand. ‘Shall we?’
I rest my hand in his.
‘Abso-fucking-lutely.’
My bare feet meet the cold marble of the entrance lobby. Only in the flashes of lightning can I see the shiny glimpses of the gilded palace where men worship devils. Great portraits of evil men. Flowers which wilt as I pass.
The shadows watch me. So many souls lost and taken here. So many innocents sacrificed for power. So much innocence stolen. Are those who died screaming in this house still here? Trapped in the shadows? I imagine they are. That all the children they strapped down to cut, all the women they raped in their orgies, all those who died so this old bastard and his sick little protegees could keep their power, youth and money. I imagine they are standing together in the shadows, smiling. Happy and excited that revenge is finally coming.
I am here,I tell them.And tonight, it ends.
Ahead are a set of great white arched doors reaching up to the ceiling with black candelabras at the entrance. Flames flicker in the dozens of candles lit on each one, with years' worth of wax accumulated around them. Inside the room, a warm orange glow beckons me closer. The smell of burning wood and a warmth calls to me.
As I approach, Fear steps into the doorway. His gaze lands on me, his head tilted to the side as he softly smiles.
He widens the door and steps aside so I can enter.
When I do, my breath catches.
Sitting in an ornate black chair, more like a throne I’d expect Dracula to sit on, is the Grand Master.
