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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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Take care when bargaining with a demon. There words contain hidden barbs to pierce your soul. You may think the outcome is to your advantage, but it is truly to theirs.

—excerpt from the Magicks of the Witch of Endor

Chasity Sarah Vinter – The Abyss

The muzzle flash of the MP5 burned across my vision and…I was standing in shadows.

I blinked, looking around in confusion. Everywhere I looked was a gray-black mist of nothingness. I frowned, peering at the swirls. Was there something over there? People? Huddled in a circle? They were mere forms in the shadowy haze. Seeing nothing else here, I walked towards them.

What was going on? Where was I?

As I drew nearer, the huddled forms resolved into 05 and 78. And just beyond them were 63 and 22. My heart churned. I last saw 63 lying dead next to Master, bleeding out from a wound on her back. And 22 was at the entrance when the SWAT poured in. Dread nibbled at my heart. Was I dead? The flash of the MP5 filled my memory.

No, I could not be dead. Master and Mistress need me. They were under attack.

I never told Noel I loved her.

“Where are we?” I asked. They all turned to look at me. “63, you were shot. You looked dead?”

“I protected Master,” 63 whispered, pushing her auburn hair back behind her shoulders.

“This must be a dream. I can’t be…”

“Dead?” an ancient voice whispered from behind. “I am afraid you all are dead.”

I turned to see an old man, dressed in gray robes, almost invisible in the shadows. “I can’t be dead. I have to save Mistress. She’s under attack.”

“You died trying to save your Mistress, Chastity Sarah Vinter.” The man gave a tired smile.

“Who are you?” 05 asked.

“I am Virgil, Dove Tawny Atterberry,” Virgil answered, speaking 05’s name. He paused, as if he expected us to know who he was. Then he sighed and shook his head in disgust. “Americans. None of you study the classics. None of you even played that bastard video game? No, well, that’s for the best. You are all dead, and this is Limbo, or the Shadows. The closest part of the Abyss to the Mortal World.”

“The Abyss?” I asked, in confusion.

“Hell, Gehenna, Tartarus, Sheol. The Abyss has been called by many names, Chasity Sarah Vinter. You are here because Mark Glassner bound your souls to his with the Zimmah ritual. Here you shall await your Master’s death to spend eternity with him.” Virgil focused his eyes, like he was peering into the shadows and beyond. “I do not think you will have to wait long.”

I frowned, it was almost like he was seeing Master. I concentrated, picturing Master and I could see through the shadows. I spotted Master lying still, dying on the ground. I thought of Mistress and the vision blurred and there she was, tied up in the back of a SWAT van snarling at the sandy-blonde nun.

I wanted to ask Virgil questions, but he was gone, faded back into the shadows. I took 63’s and 05’s hands, squeezed them, and sat down. “We will be reunited with Master,” I said reassuringly to my women. “We just have to wait.”

“Where are we?” a new voice asked in confusion.

I glanced over to see 34 appear. I let go of 63’s hand and held out mine to 34. “I have some sad news,” I told her as she squeezed between 63 and myself.

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Mark Glassner

I was falling into darkness.

I was dying.

Alice shot me and I was dying.

I never thought that this was how it would end—getting shot by a jealous woman so she could have my fiancee. Mary would be joining me soon. Sadness seized me at that realization. Mary wished for youth and health for as long as I lived. When I died, so would she. Regret blossomed in my heart. I would never get to see my child that grew in Korina’s belly. I would never get to make a child with Mary. And I wanted so very much to marry my sweet filly. To watch her walk radiant down the aisle towards me in her wedding dress. I pictured her, dressed in white, a veil obscuring her pretty face, flowers in her hand. Her auburn hair would have been a splash of color against the purity of her dress. She would have been so beautiful.

“You can still see her, Mark.” A woman’s voice floated out of the darkness. “You are not dead yet.”

To be continued…

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