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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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With the world so interconnected at the height of the information age, images and videos of the False Miracle went “viral,” seen across the planet. The demonic intercession of the Adversary catapulted the Tyrants into the world’s spotlight. The delusional masses believed the lie. They proclaimed Mark and Mary Glassner the Living Gods. From that day on, the world marched towards the birth of the tyrannical Theocracy.

—excerpt from The History of the Tyrants’ Theocracy, by Tina Allard

Mark Glassner – South Hill, WA

I pulled Mary to me, slipping an arm around her waist. It was so good to feel her in my arms. “Let’s go inside.”

She gave one last look at her parents as they walked down the street to Sean’s house, then nodded. A tremble raced through her. She took a deep breath and asked, “Did Alice die?”

“She was alive last I heard. I saw them loading her into an ambulance. But she was in critical condition.” I swallowed. “Was that your mom’s doing? Alice… shooting me?”

“Yeah,” Mary whispered, tears swimming in her emerald depths. “My mom went from being used by one side to being used by the other.”

I snorted. “Heaven’s methods are terrible. They used my sister. Alice might die. And what about Chasity and the other bodyguards…” Anger boiled in me. I glanced at Tiffany. She looked so happy as she disappeared into the house with Sean. I wanted to go over there and— “This is all so fucked up, Mare.”

“Yes, it is.” Her words were careful. Slow.

I glanced at her. “What?”

Mary frowned, biting her lip. “I think… I think we need to be more careful about our powers. About whom we use them on.”

My eyebrows furrowed. My stomach knotted. I didn’t like the turn of his conversation. “What do you mean?”

“Mark, you’ve broken up people’s marriages and relationships.”

Like 51 and other members of the bodyguards. “Yeah.”

“And who knows what other consequences have happened because of the things you’ve done. How did you effect the people in the Buy Best orgy? Or how about the guy you took your Mustang from? And what about all the other women you just… enjoyed? Do any of them have lasting consequences?”

“Maybe. What are you saying, Mare?”

“We could use our powers to help people. Make their lives better. Not destroy them.”

“So, no more fucking any woman I want?” I asked her pointedly.

“Well, no,” Mary frowned. “I… like that. Just… don’t ruin their lives. Don’t break up their relationships. Give them some happiness. Make their lives better, maybe. And… and I think we should release the sluts from our control.”

“What?” I asked in surprise. A surge of jealous, possessive anger rushed through me. “No, no. I love my sluts!”

“I love them, too, Mark. But, what if deep inside they’re unhappy. What if they’re like my mom. She acted like being with Kurt was amazing, but the moment she was freed, all the evil, degrading things he did to her came back.” She hesitated. “I’m not saying you’re as bad as Kurt, because you’re not. But… I say we give them a choice. Free them and let them choose to be with us instead of making them our slaves.” She paused. “Like you did with me.”

“I’m not sure we can free them from the Zimmah spell,” I protested. “They may still be tied to us even I we tell them to ignore our commands.”

“Well, at least we can give them back their free will, like we did with our families.” Mary paused giving me a serious look. “You say I’m all you really need. You were ready to give everything up, not just the sluts, for me at the cabin.”

I sighed. “Fine, Mary. But we need the bodyguards.”

“For now,” Mary said with a nod. “Maybe we can find others who are willing to protect us. Then we can free those who don’t want to serve us. Or we could pay them or something.”

“And find a way to protect them,” I muttered. “Okay, we’ll do it. I don’t want to lose the sluts, but Chasity…”

She nodded her head, looking somber.

I had to say something to cheer her up. I said the first, dumb thing that popped into my head: “You do know if there are no sluts around, I’m making you do all the cooking and cleaning.”

She froze then giggled. It was wonderful to hear her relax. She leaned up on her tiptoes, lips inches from mine. “You haven’t tried my cooking. You might regret those words.” Then she gave me a quick, hot kiss.

Inside the house, the sluts were busy sweeping up the broken glass, or wiping up the blood stain from Xiu’s wound. Sam sat at the dining room table, a pile of books spread out as she was busy translating the Magicks of the Witch of Endor.

“Sam, is there a way to break the Zimmah bond?” I asked her.

“I don’t know, Master,” Sam answered, adjusting her silver glasses on her round face, her slanted eyes considering. “I haven’t found that spell in here, yet.”

“Find out,” I ordered.

“I will, sir.”

“Let’s go change,” Mary said. “Sluts, I want you waiting in the dining room in ten minutes. Mark and I have something to tell you.”

They chorused, “Yes, Mistress,” in happy tones. Even Noel, her eyes still red from crying, had a smile on her lips.

Mary and I headed up stairs. We changed into clean clothes. It took me no time at all while Mary dithered on which sundress to where. She finally settled on one. I frowned at her as she put it on with slow care.

She was scared of the consequences. A part of her didn’t want to lose the sluts.

“We still have each other,” I told her, slipping up behind her. “Besides, as powerful as we’re going to be, I bet there will be plenty of young women wanting to serve us.”

“But they won’t be Alison and Desiree, Violet and Lillian, April and Xiu. No Fiona and Thamina . No doll-faced Korina or tough Noel. Sam’s smarts and Dr. Willow’s wicked smiles and Jessica’s naughty tongue.”

“No helping it. It’s the right thing to do, Mare.”

“I’m the one who told you that,” she said. “So why do you have to convince me?”

“Because change sucks.”

“Yes, it does.” She took a deep breath then adjusted the straps of her dress. “Okay, let’s do this.”

The sluts waited, gathered around the dining room table. I looked them all over: slutty Alison sitting on Desiree’s lap, Lillian with her black hair highlighted with blue and purple streaks, cute and innocent Violet and April, dusky Thamina, caramel-skinned Jessica, cinnamon-skinned Willow, sandy-blonde Noel, doll-faced Korina, olive skinned Sam, and strawberry-blonde Fiona.

Only Xiu and Karen were missing. And Chasity.

I closed my eyes, forcing back the tears. Mary may have been able to forgive her mother, but I wasn’t sure I would ever be able to. Chasity was such a wonderful, and dependable, woman. There was grief and worry on all of the sluts’ faces. They missed Chasity as much as I do.

“Master, Xiu is in surgery,” Willow, our doctor slut, reported. “The surgeon is very good. He seems to think she’ll survive. But… the bullet lodged into her uterus. So they are performing a hysterectomy. 04 and 47 are in the ICU, and have been upgraded to serious. Doctors do not expect 30 to survive. Alice is also still in critical condition and is also in surgery.”

“Thank you,” I nodded, closing my eyes. This was the right thing to do.

Mary looked over the sluts. She bit at her lip then said: “I have come to care for all of you very much. We forced you to be our slaves and—”

“We wanted to be your slaves, Master,” Alison protested.

Violet nodded. “You and Master are so wonderful, how could we not want to be your slaves?”

“Yeah,” April nodded. She looked so cute and nerdy with her glasses on.

“Well, Mark and I want you to choose to be with us,” Mary continued.

“Oh, I choose, Mistress,” Thamina said with no hesitation. All the other girls also chimed in eagerly.

I swallowed, my stomach twisting. I was really doing this. I glanced at Mary and she gave me a supportive smile. Fuck it. “Until tomorrow at noon, all of you can make your own decisions and will not have to do what Mary and I tell you. At noon, you will return to the house and we will let you choose to stay with us or we’ll let you go and live your lives.”

Mary repeated my words and the girls’ expressions changed faster than a light bulb turning off as they realized what had happened to them. Pain, anger, confusion clouded their faces. Noel burst into tears and Thamina drew herself up, eyes burning. They all yelled and shouted. Violet’s shoulders slumped while Fiona reeled.

My stomach sank. We had stolen them from their lives. We had forced them to do this.

“No, don’t go, Master,” Alison shouted as Mary and I retreated outside to the waiting ten bodyguards.

51 glanced at the sluts, some of them pouring out of the house onto the porch. Fiona screamed at us, her face redder than her strawberry-blonde hair. Noel stumbled out and gripped the porch’s railing, her entire body swaying.

“Sir?” 51 asked, her face concerned.

“We’re going to Good Sam Hospital,” I growled, feeling sick at the pain I had caused them. Maybe Alison would stay, but the rest were horrified. We had lost them all.

But we had set them free. They wouldn’t be forced to die for us like Chasity had.

“Yes, sir,” 51 saluted, then barked orders at the remaining members of the guard.

We had to go to the hospital. Xiu and the wounded bodyguards were there. They were hurt because of us. The least we could do is be there for them.

But not in my Mustang.

It was ruined. A round had come through the garage and punctured the engine block. Oil puddled on the floor beneath it. Beside it, Mary’s Eos had a shattered windshield and a shot-up fender. I groaned and Mary let out a frustrated hiss—she loved her Eos.

“51, we’ll take your patrol car,” I sighed, leading Mary from the garage.

Fiona glared at us from the porch, Thamina sitting despondently by her. I ignored them. I would make it up to them somehow, ensure they had nice lives away from us. 51 reached her patrol car and opened the back door for us

“Can I speak to you, Mr. Glassner?”

I turned to see Chief Hayworth walked across the lawn from a group of lingering cops. He was a whip-thin, iron-hard man wearing a navy blue dress uniform. He was Chief of Police of Puyallup and shook my hand with a firm grip.

“Yeah, Chief.”

“What a mess,” he said sadly, shaking his head. “Officer Vinter was a fine cop.”

I agreed. Chasity was the best. “What have you told the media?”

“The truth,” he answered. “A group of disgruntled Pierce County SWAT officers attacked you. Six officers lost their lives protecting you and many others were hurt. Sheriff Erkhart is being grilled by the media. It looks bad for him.”

“Can you have a few of your cops stick around to keep the media out of the street?” I asked.

“Sure, Mr. Glassner,” he nodded. “I hear you’re running for office. State rep, right?”

I looked around at the neighborhood, frowning. Mary had been pushing for it, wanting me to run as the Representative for the city of Puyallup. I could do a lot of good with my power, change things. Make them better. So things like this would not happen any longer. I could make sure that Chasity and the others did not die in vain.

“Yeah. Can I count on your support?” I asked the Chief.

“Sure,” Chief Hayworth smiled.

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Doug Allard – Jebel al-Lawz, Saudi Arabia

I turned off the TV, tired of watching the blathering of idiots deceived by Mark’s supposed miracle. “They failed. It’s over. Mark’s won.”

My wife nodded. She still sat naked at the computer in our tent at the foot of Jebel al-Lawz, the real Mount Sinai in the Saudi Arabia desert. Here was our sanctuary, guarding the true copy of the Magicks of the Witch of Endor, safeguarding for the day when the darkness could be defeated.

Forty years hiding in the wilderness.

The angels had prepared it for us, surrounding it with a barrier. They provided us manna to eat, fuel to power the generator, and a tent to live in. We had internet and satellite radio though our cell phones had no coverage. We could observe the outside world, monitor it, and gather intelligence on the Warlocks Mark and Mary.

But our outlets for interactions were… limited.

Already the internet was blowing up with “The Miracle” as everyone dubbed Mark’s healing. But I knew there was nothing miraculous about it. The crimson light proved a demon healed him. Mark had made another Pact.

“How much suffering will they cause?” I asked, sinking onto our bed.

“I don’t know,” Tina answered. She looked young, eighteen, transformed by the gift. We may be the last nun and monk in the world outside of Mother Superior Maryām back in France. “But we’ll have the truth ready when he is defeated.”

She turned to the computer and kept writing, using my notes I gathered when I was hired by Brandon Fitzsimmons to investigate Mark Glassner. That felt like another lifetime, when I had been a PI scrounging to make a living and support my wife.

Now I was a champion of Heaven, my body fit, given powers of combat, and trained by an angel in my dreams.

I leaned back on the cot and pondered the future of the world given over to darkness while my wife typed away at my laptop, keys clicking. Would people ever get to read what she wrote?

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