Chapter 46
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His eyes were red and with every move of his, the room seemed to get hotter and smaller.
"Let me tell you a story Mary, it is a sad one about a stupid couple".
He walked around the room radiating anger "this couple lived a wretched life filled with poverty and want, they were tired of constancy being humiliated and having nothing working for them, so do you know what they did, they didn't go to God, no they didn't beg or take more loans, they came to me, they made a pack with me. Wealth, riches in exchange for one little sacrifice, their first child, and as luck would have it, they had a little pretty daughter. And as every parent fell in love with the girl and so decided the reasonable thing to do was to double cross me".
He paused this time looking at her, making every hair on her skin stand "This body you are in Mary is that child, the sacrifice owed to me, but I am guessing you know that, because the butler of yours has told you. He has been busy tonight, and what I hate most is being played Mary, I do not go around offering deals to your kind, they coke to me, pitiful and in need and as soon as they get it, they all try to escape paying the price".
He paused ,"That couple tried it, and their lives ended, and the precious daughter they tried to save could not fulfill my need so I needed another soul in her body, one that was broken and would do anything to survive if given another chance and you fit the description Mary, abused, battered and helpless".
He sat down opposite her, staring her down when the phone rang, she knew who it was, Moses, fear raced through her and tears streamed down her eyes, smiling Nightcross picked the call and brought it to her, "Ma'am, Ma'am, don't worry I have found a way to help you, you will be fine trust me, I'll be home soon".
Mary struggled but the force that held her down was greater "don't Moses, don't come home…" but before she could finish her sentence the line went flat.
"Well I guess we are expecting a guest", Nightcross said gleeful, "and you know what, one of those last two souls you owe me, I want Moses as one". Mary looked him with pain in her eyes, the only person who had cared for her. "Never Nightcross, I would never give you his soul". He smiled and said "I don't really think its up to you", just then , the door opened and Moses rushed in seeing her seated with tears Ma'am, I am here everything be fine".
Just the, he noticed Nightcross and brought out the rosary, "you evil, I knew you were wrong from the first instance I saw you, be gone demon, you have no hold here". Nightcross laughed
"I see you watched too many horror movies and you think this is one, but Moses since you do watch movies you know what happens next". Turning, he looked at Mary "you know the words to say, give me his soul". She shook her head violently ‘Never, Moses please get out, save yourself".
Night cross watched the dramatic display and shook his head, once again, they thought he could be cheated "well the if you won't give it, I guess I would just take it", lifting his hands, eyes bloodshot, he watched as Moses remained rooted in his spot and the rosary pointed at him. "So I see you believe you are more prepared than I thought, but the person you are trying to save, does she believe?, is it really Martha's soul in there?". Night cross watched in frustration, nothing seemed to work against Moses.
Mary cried as she cried out, begging him to leave but Moses refused. "Well then, I guess I would take her", the chair which Mary was seated on rose and came down with an ear shattering blast, with no time to bear the pain, she was crushed to a pillar over and over, blood gushed from the wounds and her bones were broken.
Moses looked wild with fear, he was really going to kill her, "fine, take me instead" he shouted throwing the rosary to where she laid coughing. The instant he did, Night cross grabbed him, choking him till his eye ball rolled back and his breath escaped his body and his soul came out, it was like blue air, pure without stain, Nightcross smiled; these were the ones he liked best.
Struggling to stand, Mary grabbed the rosary and shouted, "save him, please save his soul". There was nothing but silence in the air and the red flames burning on Night crosses body burned bright ‘well, little Mary, I guess your faith isn't strong enough, you will meet him again in damnation".
Suddenly, the thread like soul of Moses began to float up towards a light that reflected from a source Mary could not fathom, Nightcross looked and saw her holding the rosary; anger coursed through him making the flames on his body burn hotter, before he could reach her, the rosary had cut into a pool of beads and Moses' soul had been taken.
Grabbing her in a chokehold and letting the heat burn her skin, he watched her scream in pain ‘'I will be back Mary, I promise you that".
