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This is a revised version of the story that I published on Smashword starting back in 2014. It is rewritten with much-added material. However, I did have to age up some of the characters so no one is underage in this version.

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Our greatest advantage is the selfishness of man. They do not share power willingly. And Warlocks are the most selfish of men. While our enemy is vile, give thanks to the Creator that you will never have to face more than a single one.

—excerpt from The Prayerbook of the Order of Mary Magdalene

Mark Glassner

After our relaxing dinner, we drove out out to the very crossroads I had made my own Pact at a few nights ago. I dug a new hole, next to mine, and then we had a few hours to kill. We stretched out on some soft grass, Mary pressed against my body, her head pillowed on my arm, and we watched the sky darken and the stars slowly appear, twinkling like diamonds.

The nerves returned as we lay there and the summoning approached. But we drew strength from each other. The longer we watched, the calmer Mary grew, the tension melting from her body, and it was almost like her calm was infecting me, and I just grew to enjoy the feel of her against me, the touch of her silk hair as the breeze caused strands to caress my cheek.

The stars were almost as beautiful as Mary.

“Oh, a shooting star,” Mary exclaimed, pointing at the streak of white.

“Did you make a wish?” I asked.

She grinned, nodding.

“What?”

“If I tell you, it won’t come true. And I really want it to happen.”

I caressed her cheek. “You wish will come true. And if doesn’t, I’ll make it be true. I’ll give you the world on a silver platter. Just ask.”

Her smile grew and she leaned over and kissed me on the lips. Warmth and joy spread through me, kindled by her sweet kiss, and I stroked her hair, sliding my hand down to squeeze her perfect tit through her blouse. Her nipple was hard, her breath growing heated.

The alarm on my phone went off. Mary tensed.

It was a 11:55.

“You don’t have to do this,” I told her, staring into her green depths.

“I do, Mark.”

She stood up, holding out her hand and helped me up. We walked to the hole, staring down at the shoe box buried in it. I handed her the shovel, and she stood there, ready to pile the dirt over her box and complete the ritual.

I stared at the clock on my phone.

Four minutes.

Mary’s jaw trembled.

Three minutes.

She bit her lip, shivering. I put my arm around her, pulling her to me. Some of her tension melted away.

Two minutes.

“Is it time yet?” she asked, her voice small and tight.

“Not yet.”

One minute.

“Last chance, you sure you want to do this?” I asked.

She didn’t answer; the shovel shook in her hand.

“It’s midnight.”

Mary stood frozen, staring down at the hole.

“You don’t have to do this?” I told her, giving her arm a squeeze. “It’s a big thing to do.”

“I have to do it, Mark,” she whispered.

Then quickly, before her resolve failed, she shoveled the pile of dirt, burying her box. We backed away from the hole. I hugged her, and she gripped me tight. And we waited. And waited. Eternity seemed to pass and Mary’s trembles grew stronger and stronger until I was sure she was going to fly apart.

“Maybe, it didn’t work,” Mary whispered, shattering the silence of the night.

“It worked, Mary Sullivan,” a pleasant voice said from the darkness.

We both jumped as the Devil stepped out of the shadows. He was a handsome man with scarlet eyes, dressed in the same black, expensive suit he wore two nights ago, a friendly smile gracing his face. He took Mary’s hand, raised it up, and kissed the back of her hand, like an old-fashioned gentlemen. Then he shook my hand. “Good to see you again, Mark Glassner. The boys and I downstairs love what you’re doing.”

“T-thanks,” I stammered.

“So what can I do for you, Mary Sullivan?” the Devil asked. “Eternal beauty?”

Mary swallowed, and, with more confidence than I had two nights ago, said, “I want three wishes in exchange for my soul.”

“Of course, I would be more than happy to,” the Devil replied in his friendly, relaxing manner.

“My first wish is for Mark and I to stay young, healthy, and beautiful for as long as Mark lives.” I blinked in surprise. My first wish had been for a long a healthy life. Mary was smart enough to get the same thing, plus she would get to stay young and beautiful as well. Actually, we both would. I smiled at her, she was a smart cookie.

The Devil chuckled. “Very well. Although Mark isn’t that beautiful.”

Mary giggled. “Oh, I don’t know. He has a certain charm about him.” Mary hugged me a little tighter. “For my second wish, I want Mark and I to love each other unconditionally for eternity.” Mary looked hesitantly at me, afraid I would object. I didn’t. I had made her love me originally. It was only fair that she made sure that I would never leave her. This must be why she wanted to make a deal.

“Unconventional,” the Devil said. “But more than doable. Soul mates are easy to keep together.”

Soul mates?

“For my final wish, I …” Mary paused, blushing beet red, “… I want other women to desire me and, um, not to resist my sexual advances.”

“Naughty filly,” I whispered and kissed her forehead.

“All right,” the Devil grinned. There was understanding in the Devil’s eyes, not judgment. “An excellent wish. You have found yourself a rare woman, Mark Glassner. I would tell you to never let her go, but your souls are about to be chained so tight together, only the meddling of Heaven could pry you apart.”

Scarlet light flashed and yellow smoke erupted, filling the air with an acrid reek; a contract appeared in the Devil’s hand. “Look it over,” he said, handing the contract to Mary.

Mary read the contract, then nodded her head. The Devil pricked her finger with an old fashioned, black fountain pen. She signed in her own blood, no hesitation, then the Devil signed in his. He rolled up the contract. “Any questions, Mary?”

She shook her head.

There was an awkward pause, and then the Devil looked over at me, a considering look on his face. I felt like a hunk of butchered meat and I tightened my arms about Mary. Finally, the Devil pulled a small, red crystal out of his pocket and held it up. The gem glinted with its own fire, bathing all three of us in scarlet light.

“You are a rare man,” the Devil smiled. “I like your style.”

“Thanks,” I swallowed, squeezing Mary tight as fear spiked inside me.

“If you are ever in trouble, hold this crystal and say ‘Lilith, appear before me,’ and help will appear,” the Devil instructed.

I gingerly held out my hand and he dropped it in. “Why would I—”

The Devil vanished into the shadows.

I stared at the gem, worried twisting my guts. “Why would I need this?”

Mary closed my hand about the gem, her hand warm on mine, and smiled reassuringly at me. “I don’t know, but we’ll face it together.”

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Lilith – The Abyss

I heard my name spoke by Lucifer all the way down in the depths of Hell.

Anger boiled in me. I moved up through the layers of damnation, reaching the Shadows, the uppermost limit of the Abyss. It was called Limbo by some, the boundary between life and damnation. Here the most powerful of us could watch the Mortal world and, with the greatest of efforts, nudge the dreams of men and women.

Lucifer watched a pair of mortals: a disgusting man and a woman that fawned over him like a bitch in heat. Clutched in his hand was a red gem that throbbed with scarlet light. I swallowed, glaring at Lucifer. I owed the Morning Star a debt, and he had given it to some mortal. And a man! I shuddered in disgust at the thought of serving a loathsome man.

“Why did you give him that!” I demanded of Lucifer, trying not to flinch as he assumed his favorite form—a being of pure light, marred only by the two black pits of his eyes.

“I like him, Lilith,” Lucifer answered.

“But why my name!” I demanded. “If you want to give gifts to your pets, leave me out! Why not Astarte! She loves slutting around with mortals. With men. Or Chemosh. It’s been centuries since he’s rampaged about the world.”

“The Opposition already has his scent,” Lucifer answered. “A Priestess is already on her way. One of those nuns sworn to Magdalene.”

“So?” I asked, what did I care if some Warlock was stupid enough to attract the Opposition’s attention.

Lucifer grinned at me. “Like I said, I like him.”

“Liar. You only like yourself.” I peered at him.

I could feel his satisfied smirk through his blinding light. What game were you playing at? And how could I turn it to my advantage? I smiled back. He did say a Priestess, and there were all sorts of things I could accomplish with one of those in my grasp.

Freedom from the Abyss would be a nice start.

To be continued…

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