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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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Without fear did our glorious Living God face down the foul Demon Molech. No more would the innocent burn beneath his embrace.

—The Gospel of April 38:34

Mark Glassner

Panic seized my heart as Molech strode forward.

I had been watching my wife with pride as I healed. When her plan fell apart, she didn’t panic. Instead, she stalled for time so I could recover. She was amazing as she taunted Brandon and fended off his soldiers. For a moment, she appeared to have the upper hand—until Molech arrived like a crashing avalanche. The hulking monstrosity strode closer and closer to my wife. I knew what happened to the women he took. Their screams never stopped echoing through the jail as they burned beneath him.

I concentrated, willing myself to heal faster, trying to fight down my terror for my wife as Molech strode across the yard.

Mary turned to flee as the demon approached her, sending a soldier who tried to grab her screaming to the ground with a single word. I had to heal faster. My tongue started regrowing, expanding and filling up my mouth. I had to heal faster. There wasn’t any more time. Molech approached Brandon, who watched with a smirk as Mary was backed into a corner, fear shining in her eyes.

Suddenly, Molech’s arm lashed out and seized at nothing. No, not nothing. A woman materialized out of thin air, pale-white and naked. Her hair was whiter than snow, the very absence of any color. Molech had her by the arm, but she did not scream even as her flesh sizzled. Smoke curled greasily from Molech’s clenched fist. Instead of screaming, the woman thrust her hand at the demon. Shadows flashed. Molech released her, steam hissing from an ugly fissure in his chest.

The woman vanished.

“What was that?” Brandon gaped where the woman had disappeared.

“Dimme,” Molech rumbled. “One of Lilith’s spawn. It is an assassin that walks the borders of life and death.” The demon fixed his burning coals on Brandon. “I have not gotten all the sacrifices due me yet, so you cannot die.”

Molech’s fist lashed out, striking something. The Dimme appeared as she was sent sprawling to the ground, her face a bloody ruin. The Dimme hissed at Molech and disappeared, leaving behind pale, pink blood on the concrete. Mary was forgotten as Brandon called his soldiers to surround him. Molech circled slowly, peering about, a grimace creasing his face.

Behind Molech, the Dimme appeared and struck him in the back with shadows. Roaring in pain, he swung around, but the Dimme ducked. A second Dimme materialized behind Brandon, hand lunging at his unprotected back. A soldier saw her and threw himself in front of her blow. Shadows flashed, and the soldier fell lifeless to the floor. The Dimme vanished as the other soldiers opened fire at her.

My tongue was whole. I was healed enough. “Tsalmaveth!”

Energy flowed out of me. Rising from the ground like it was evening around wetlands came mists. It billowed white as it filled the exercise yard. The soldiers guarding Brandon grew more bewildered and started firing wildly as the fog drew together, forming into fifteen figures—the dead I summoned, creating their bodies out of white vapors. In front of me, one of those figures grew swiftly out of the swirling vapors. Its body filled out and a nimbus of silvery light sprang around it. I squinted up at the spirit and saw blue eyes, blonde hair, and a smile.

“Look at all the trouble you get into without me, Master,” Chasity grinned.

Clad in silver armor, she held a silver 9mm in her hand. She looked like a Valkyrie, fierce and beautiful. Aiming her gun, she shot off the manacles binding my hands and feet, then held out her hand. I took it. Her grip as strong as ice, as cold as death.

My eyes burned with shock and grief as she helped me to my feet. I looked around, staring at the other ghosts I had summoned: Karen standing before Mary, 25’s pouty lips curled into a snarl as she fired her ghostly gun at a group of soldiers, 63’s auburn hair flowing like flames behind her as she sprinted across the exercise yard towards Mary. All thirteen of the bodyguards who died for us had been called, protecting us even in death.

My legs felt rubbery as I took my first step. I was so weak. I hadn’t eaten in days, barely drank water enough to survive, and I could feel the energy flowing out of me, maintaining the summons. I grit my teeth, pushed my exhaustion to the side, and summoned my Celestial Gold sword and armor.

I strode into the fight, Chasity at my side.

Molech had to be stopped.

* * *

Mary Glassner

Mark’s voice shouted over Molech’s roar as I huddled in the corner. For the moment, everyone ignored me. I struggled to think, to make use of the distraction. Brandon was surrounded by his soldiers. Maybe I could hug the wall, make my way to safety as everyone was distracted by the Dimme. Then a thick, white mist sprang up around the exercise yard. I watched in amazement as the vapors swirled before me and a figure coalesced, resolving into Karen dressed in glowing silver armor.

“Mistress,” she said with a smile. “How may I serve?”

I gaped at the other figures appearing out of the mist. I saw all the bodyguards who died, the six last June and the seven who died on Saturday defending Mark. Chasity helped Mark to his feet. I beamed. It was good to see her again. She looked so beautiful in her armor, so fierce. I once overheard Alison speaking to her wife about Chasity. “She’s watching over us,” Alison had said, “Like a Valkyrie, ready to swoop in and help us. Just like in that old Arnold Schwarzenegger movie. The barbarian one.”

Alison was right. Chasity was a Valkyrie here to save us.

Ghostly 63 ran up beside Karen, followed by porcelain-faced 32. Behind them, Mark charged at the demon, clad in golden armor, Chasity at his side. My stomach clenched in fear while my heart surged with pride. He was fighting back.

“Ma’am, your orders?” 32 asked fiercely, gleaming in her silver armor.

“Capture Brandon!” I commanded.

Brandon’s soldiers, wild-eyed, fired at the apparitions. Their bullets didn’t affect the silver-clad bodyguards—they were already dead. 32 and 63 fired their ghostly 9mm at the soldiers, striking their bulky body armor and sending them reeling while Karen placed herself between me and the firefight. Behind Brandon, Mark, Chasity, and more of the bodyguards fought Molech and the two Dimme. Mark looked like a Greek hero, his sword flashing in the sunlight. He was so powerful, so heroic, and I felt a momentary heat in my pussy.

A naked 51, looking exhausted and gaunt, slid up to me, a captured M16 in her hand. “Ma’am,” she calmly greeted, knelt down, and fired at Brandon’s guards.

The ghosts of Karen, 32, and 63 advanced.

“Retreat!” Brandon cried out in fear as another one of his soldiers was struck down by the ghosts.

Brandon raced away at the center of ten or so soldiers, heading towards the security gate that led into the prison. There was a metallic buzz and the gates opened.

“Crap,” I cursed. “Let’s go.” Mark would have to take care of Molech on his own.

We ran after Brandon as the gate started closing. 32 pulled ahead and threw herself into the doorway, catching the gate before it could shut. There was the grinding protest of metal as 32 stopped the mechanism long enough for 51 and myself to slip through. We turned a corner and spotted Brandon passing through a second security gate. 32 raced forward, but the gate clanged shut before she could reach it.

“Dammit!” I snarled then glanced at 32. “Can you go through walls?”

“Of course, Ma’am,” she smiled, excitement twinkling in her almond-shaped eyes. I remembered her from the first tryouts. Her name was Sally. She died on Saturday.

“Take the control room, trap Brandon, and open a way for us!”

* * *

Mark Glassner

I caught a glimpse of Mary chasing after Brandon with Karen, two other ghosts, and 51. Hoping she would be fine, I turned my attention back to Molech. The demon had conjured a flaming sword and swung it about in deadly arcs. The ghosts were attacking him from all sides, but Molech was holding us at bay with his sword. Those strange, colorless women, the Dimme, were constantly popping in and out of thin air. They attacked Molech, me, and the ghosts.

Chasity suddenly tackled me, and we both went down as Molech’s blade roared overhead. The heat boiled from the sword. It was worse than the heat from an open oven spilling over my face. We rolled on the concrete and broke apart. I slowly got back on my feet. Maintaining the summoning was draining me fast. I wasn’t sure I could last much longer. I just had to hold on somehow. Molech was too strong, too fast, for me to fight him by myself. I needed the ghosts. He moved like quicksilver, despite his bulk, flowing about the courtyard and driving back all our attacks.

Molech’s sword flickered at me in a cutting arc. My heart thudding, I barely raised my blade in time to parry. The demon knew how to fight. It took all my skill just to keep his weapon from finding my flesh, let alone attacking back. Three of the bodyguards swiped at him. He turned and flowed away from me.

The ghosts had transformed their guns into swords. The small bullets just didn’t seem to do anything to the bulky demon. 22 leaped at the demon, her black hair streaming behind her. Molech whirled, turned her blade with his sword, and his riposte cleaved through her, breaking the spell that summoned her and sending her spirit back to the Abyss.

22’s unsummoning lessened the strain on my energy, but not by much. I was flagging, and Molech sensed it. I raised my sword in time to catch his next blow, the force sliding me back a foot. The demon hammered at me with lightning-quick blows that I barely blocked with an upraised sword, each one sending a painful vibration up my arms. Chasity slid in, swinging her silver blade at the demon, forcing him back.

“Fuck,” I cursed, sweat pouring down my face, into my eyes. The summoning was about to fail. I couldn’t hold it much longer. I wiped at my brow, then suddenly one of the Dimme was in front of me. Her arm shot forward and shadows flashed as she hit my breastplate.

Pain exploded through me.

I flew backward, my armor cracking from her blow. I grunted, landing heavily on my back. The Dimme vanished then reappeared standing above me, her arm striking at my head. I knew her blow would kill me if she touched my unprotected face. Behind the Dimme, Chasity swung her sword at the monster’s head, racing to kill the Dimme before the monster could kill me.

Everything slowed down as my energy failed. The summoning spell was about to end, and I struggled to hold on to it, but I was too weak and it was beginning to slip away from me. I just needed it to last one more second, just long enough for Chasity’s blade to kill the Dimme before her deadly hand could strike my face and kill me.

Just one more second.

I was spent, out of gas. I couldn’t hold on any longer, the chains linking the ghosts to me were slipping out of my soul’s grasp. This was it. I was dead. I let Mary down. Everyone down. The Dimme’s pale hand drew closer and closer, shadows gathering black around it.

No!

I couldn’t give up. I had to keep fighting. For Mary. For our unborn child. I reached into the depths of my soul, desperately digging to find something, anything, that could extend the summonings. I touched something hard, metal.

I found a chain manacled to my soul.

No, not one chain but dozens and dozens of them. I grasped one. It belonged to Violet, her life-force tied to me through the Zimmah spell. I could feel the power of her life force and seized it. It fueled the summoning. Then I grasped all the chains and drew on all their energy: Alison, Desiree, Lillian, Xiu, Jessica, Mary’s dad and her sisters, the bodyguards, our other servants. More power than I could have ever dreamed of rushed into me.

I had my one second. Hell, I had a lot more than just one.

Chasity’s blade sliced through the Dimme. It fell lifeless atop me.

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Mary Glassner

“So,” I said to Karen as we waited for 32 to open the security gate, “how’s… um… being dead?” I flushed. Why did I ask that? It must be a painful subject for her.

“Oh, well, it’s all right, I guess,” Karen said. “We watch you and Master, or we make love with each other. There really isn’t anything else to do while we wait.”

There was an awkward pause as neither of us knew what to say, and I wondered just how long it would take for 32 to open this damned gate. Would Brandon escape and reach the rest of his army? I glanced at the ghost, bit my lip, then asked the first question that popped into my head, “How can you block bullets and go through walls?”

“We stand on the edge between life and death right now,” Karen answered, “and we can control which side we are closer to. If we choose life, we can interact with your world, and if we slide closer to death, we can pass through walls. It’s similar to those Dimme attacking Brandon.”

“Okay. And those bullets don’t hurt you because you’re dead?”

“Basically.”

“So, could something hurt you while you’re summoned?”

Karen shook her head. “Not really. If an attack hits us that can affect spiritual beings, like Master’s sword, our souls will only get sent back to the Abyss.” Karen frowned. “Well, there is one thing. Mishbath.”

“What’s that?”

“Annihilation. A blade of negation forged by the demoness Asherah that can permanently destroy a soul, wiping it from existence. Even torment in the Abyss is preferable to unbeing. At least in Hell, there can be companionship and hope for a better existence.”

“Wow,” I whispered.

“Brandon is trapped,” 32’s voice came over the jail’s PA. “I’ve created a path to him. Just follow the open security gates.”

“Good job!” I beamed as the security gate blocking our pursuit buzzed open. Karen and 63 led the way while 51 brought up the rear.

32 emerged from the wall as we rushed past empty jail cells. “Ma’am, this way!”

Gunfire erupted as 32 rounded the corner, bullets bouncing harmlessly off her silver armor. The Korean ghost aimed her silvery 9mm and fired calmly. Karen and 63 joined her, all three discharging their spiritual weapons while lead rounds pinged off their bodies. The soldiers cried out in fear and pain.

I felt bad for them. They didn’t ask for this. They were Brandon’s slaves.

“Just surrender, Brandon!” I shouted, hoping to spare any innocent lives I could. “You’re trapped!”

“Fuck you cunt!” he screamed back, voice shrill with hysteria. “I am a God! I will not be defeated so easily! Not by a fucking woman!”

I put all my contempt into my laugh. “Brandon, you were outclassed from the beginning.”

“Open the gate!” he bellowed. I heard a metallic ring, like someone just kicked the security gate. “I command you to open the goddamn fucking gate!”

There was no more fire coming from Brandon’s soldiers, so I stepped out around the corner. Guilt filled my soul as I saw the soldiers lying dead and dying before Brandon. I shoved the guilt down. This was all Brandon’s fault. The blood was on his hands, not mine.

I advanced on Brandon as he pounded on the security gate, begging for it to open. He turned back and saw the three ghosts and me walking determinedly down the hallway. “Please!” he begged, sliding down the security gate. “Please, don’t hurt me!”

I backhanded him, hard. So hard my hand hurt. It was satisfying to see the blood flow from his broken nose. “Restrain him,” I coldly ordered. “And pull down his pants.”

Karen grasped his legs and 63 grabbed his arms. He struggled, but the ghosts had preternatural strength and easily held the blubbering man down. Tears and snot ran down his face as he struggled in their deathly grips.

“I just wanted the power,” he sobbed. “Mercy, please!”

“You are pathetic,” I snarled, my guilt turning into righteous anger. “You attacked us with soldiers, hunted down my husband, and beat him for three days straight! You wanted to give me to that monstrous demon you summoned! And you want mercy? Are you fucking kidding me, Brandon!” I kicked him in the side.

He grunted. The fucker deserved far more pain and suffering. I wanted to beat him bloody, to let Brandon experience the same pain he had inflicted on my husband for three days. I wanted him dead, but I couldn’t kill him. Every Thrall under his control was bound to him. If he died, they died.

“You’re only alive because I do not want to be responsible for the tens of thousands of deaths. Get him hard, 51.”

“Yes, Ma’am,” 51 answered, unzipping his pants and pulling out his cock. Her ebony hand stroked it a few times, then she bent down and sucked it into her mouth.

“Let me know when he’s about to cum,” I ordered.

* * *

Mark Glassner

With my newfound energy, I rushed at Molech. He whirled about, his sword swinging in a wide arc that unsummoned two more bodyguards as it passed through their ghostly bodies. I parried the stroke, barely, and Chasity slid under his blade and swung at his knee. He pulled his leg back, but her blade managed to bite deep into his thigh.

Molech roared in fury, weeping molten blood. “Buzzing maggots. I will roast you! I will claim your soul and you shall burn in my forest for eternity!”

“Try,” I growled and swung.

His injured leg slowed him as the ghosts and I pressed our attack. His great, flaming sword was a red blur as he whipped it around in deadly arcs as he staggered. Like Azrael taught me, footing was vital in a fight. His leg wound weakened and hampered him. Ghostly blades and my golden sword slashed at the demon. More molten blood gleamed as it flew through the air from a dozen shallow cuts, sizzling and smoking on the concrete.

But Molech always managed to move his bulk to avoid the worst of the blows.

“I am Molech, God of the Ammonites, Lord of Brimstone!” the demon roared. “I am the Fiery Furnace who consumes the Prideful! Who are you, mortal, to think you can contend with a God?”

“I am Mark Glassner!” I roared back. “And you are a god no longer. All those who worshiped you are dead. Who the fuck has even heard of the Ammonites? Or Molech?”

Molech erupted wordlessly in anger. Two of the ghosts leaped at the demon’s back. He whirled, cleaving through them and leaving his back exposed to me. Seeing my opening, I rushed forward, my sword raised high. Just three steps, a swing, and then my blade would part the demon’s head from his body.

The first step—Molech began to turn, somehow sensing the attack, but he was slowed by all his wounds. He couldn’t stop me. Triumph surged through me. I would take his head. I would triumph.

The second step—out of the corner of my eye, I saw a white figure materialize. Cursing, I threw myself to the side to avoid the shadowed hand of the last Dimme. I hit the ground hard, my knee exploding in pain as I slammed it against a metal stool bolted into the concrete.

I looked around for the monster, but she had vanished again.

Molech had recovered, no longer vulnerable to my attack.

“Dammit!” I snarled. I was so close.

I grabbed the stool, struggling to stand. My knee throbbed, my leg twisted. I groaned, rising and put weight on my leg. Pain flared up my thigh. My leg wobbled and collapsed. I fell backward, landing on my back,

“I think you are an insect,” Molech growled as he marched towards me, triumph burning in his burning eyes.

01 and 78 jumped in front of the demon, trying to stop his advance, but he cut them down, the ghosts vanishing back into mist as they returned to the afterlife. Contempt burned across his molten face.

“I shall crush you beneath my foot. And then I will find your woman, and she shall know the agony of my embrace.”

Molech stood over me, reeking of sulfur. The air wavered about him, rippling from the heat of his body. Between his legs was a fat, black cock, hardening with lust. Fear pounded through me. I couldn’t let this monster anywhere near my Mary. His foot raised up. Chasity and the four remaining ghosts threw themselves at him. Chasity slammed into his raised leg, throwing off Molech’s aim and his foot slammed down inches from my face.

Molech’s hand grasped Chasity’s throat. She somehow managed to spit in his face, the ghostly liquid sizzling.

His fiery eyes bulged in rage. “I will find you, spirit.” he growled. “When you return to the Abyss, I shall track you down. Your suffering will be an eternity of torment for your meddling!”

His fist squeezed and crushed her throat, and Chasity’s form melted into white vapor.

I screamed in rage and swung my sword at Molech’s leg, the gold blade flashing as it sliced through the air. It struck the demon’s right leg just above the knee. There was almost no resistance as I hit his molten flesh, cutting through the thick leg as easily as cutting a piece of tender steak.

Molech’s roar of pain was satisfying as the figure stumbled. Only he had no right foot to step upon. I rolled out of the way as the demon crashed forward onto his hands and remaining knee. A pool of molten fire issued from his stump, melting the base of the metal stool. With a groan, the stool collapsed. 30 stood over me, a smile on her ghostly, Asian face as she hauled me to my feet. Molech struggled to rise, trying to use his stump for leverage, but he slipped, collapsing back onto his hands and knee as I stood over him, raising my sword.

“Mercy,” he suddenly begged, staring at my blade. “I will be your most loyal servant. I can give you anything you want!”

“Is the great Molech scared?” I taunted. “Who would have thought that the Lord of Brimstone was such a coward.”

A sneer appeared on Molech’s features. “Lucifer will rise free of the Abyss, and you will burn in his radiance, Mortal!”

I raised my sword.

“No, wait!” His coal eyes burned yellow with fear. “You will need me to contend with Lucifer. He will destroy you without my help.”

“Then you shouldn’t have threatened my wife, Molech!”

I swung my sword.

Molech’s protest was cut short as my blade parted his head from his body. It bounced once and rolled against a metal table, then his head and body fell apart into cooling coals. For a moment, there was nothing. And then power rushed into me.

I staggered backward as a roaring fire burned into my soul. The energy filled me. It burned through every nook and cranny of my body and then into my soul. I groaned as it filled me, my soul expanding. The energy found a path out of me. It surged towards Mary. Our souls were so connected, bound so tightly together that Molech’s power spilled from me to her. Fire erupted on my sword, red flames dancing along the gold blade.

I blinked, shaking my head, struggling to understand what I had done. I had… absorbed Molech’s power. Was that what he feared? I had stolen everything he had, all the strength he had accumulated through the eons.

“Fuck,” I muttered.

“You did it, Master,” Desiree breathed. My Latina slut rushed to me, her face bloody and bruised from Brandon’s kicks, and slipped her arms about me. I leaned on her, taking the weight off my injured knee. There were tears in her eyes. “I-I submitted to him,” she cried. “I betrayed you, Master.”

I stroked her bruised face. “You did what you had to, Desiree. When it counted, you protected Mary.”

Supported by Desiree, I limped off to find my wife.

* * *

Mary Glassner

“I won’t cum!” Brandon roared as 51’s ebony hand pumped on his cock. Defiance twisted his face. But I could see the fear.

I laughed, “Your cock is so hard. You wished for sexual stamina, right?”

He flushed.

“Well, it will only be a matter of…” I gasped, my eyes widening. Fiery energy rushed into me from Mark, filling my soul. I fell backward as the power overwhelmed me.

“Mistress!” Karen cried out, kneeling next to me. Her ghostly hands were cold as she grasped me.

“I’m fine,” I told her, panting. What was that energy that just flowed into me?

“Fire danced around you, Mistress,” Karen said in awe. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah,” I answered then thought to Mark, What was that energy?

Molech’s dead, Mark sent back. He felt exhausted.

We have Brandon. Just follow the open security doors.

You saved us, Mare! Pride filled his thoughts.

I flushed. No I didn’t. My plan failed, Mark.

You stalled long enough for me to heal. You were amazing!

I flushed even more.

A minute later, Mark came limping around the corner, supported by Desiree and flanked by four ghosts. Behind Mark walked Leah and 27. Our chauffeur looked even worse than 51. I could only imagine the horrors they had witnessed. I craned my head, trying to peer past everyone, hoping to see Violet. Where was she? Was our cute, barely legal slut dead? Or did she escape? As I strained to spot Violet, a pale form appeared behind my husband.

“Mark!” I screamed in warning.

“For Di!” the colorless Dimme screamed, her hand flashing with shadows.

Mark started to turn, swinging his flaming sword. Shadow and sword flashed. Mark reeled back, slipping out of Desiree’s grip and crashing hard to the ground. The Dimme toppled backward in a spray of pink blood, her throat slashed open from Mark’s cut.

Karen and the other ghosts melted into mist. Mark’s armor and sword disintegrated into golden motes.

“No!” I shouted, racing to Mark.

“Shit!” 51 gasped behind me. There was a meaty sound and a wet thud.

I reached Mark, kneeling next to him. There was a blackened wound on his chest. His armor had stopped the worst of the Dimme’s attack, but that wound was growing, shadowy tendrils inching across his body. I had to heal him, fast. “Tsa—”

A crushing hand about my throat choked off my healing spell. I was slammed onto my back, pinned by Brandon as he straddled my stomach, a mad look in his eyes. I couldn’t breathe. My lungs burned. I clawed at his face, leaving red scratches. His grip tightened, iron crushing the life out of me.

No, I couldn’t die. Not when we came so close to defeating him. Not when I was pregnant. I had to fight for my unborn child.

I grasped at the fingers squeezing my throat, trying to pry them off. Other women were leaping on Brandon, trying to force him off me. 27 was thrown back, her head slamming into the concrete wall. She slumped heavily to the floor. The world grew black at the edges of my vision. It became harder and harder to think, to fight. I wanted to give up, to relax, to let that blissful darkness take me away from all of this pain.

My hand went limp.

No. I had to keep fighting. Our child would be named Chasity if it was a girl or Albert if it was a boy. I had to keep fighting for our child. I wanted to see him or her be born. To hold our child in my arms. I would not give up. I reached inside me, trying to find the strength to keep the darkness at bay.

I found something, glowing in my soul. The power that flowed into me from Mark.

The fire of Molech.

Brandon screamed. His hand released my throat as he stumbled back, trailing greasy smoke. I coughed, gasping lungfuls of the sweetest air I had ever tasted. Fire roared about my body, dancing harmlessly on my skin. Desiree and 51 wrestled the screaming Brandon to the ground, his right hand blackened ruins. I coughed and turned to Mark. The black wound was growing, the shadows spreading, reaching for his heart.

“Tsariy!” I screamed hoarsely as I touched him, picturing him whole, hale, the shadows gone.

Red light engulfed my husband, his body convulsing beneath my hand. When it passed, his blue eyes were shining up at me. His hand reached out and caressed my face. I winced. My nose was broken and my face swollen from Brandon’s blow. Mark whispered and my world turned scarlet. I could feel my nose straitening out, the swelling in my face vanishing. The pain in my throat and the bruises and scrapes on my side all melted away.

“My filly!” Mark cried out, crushing me to him.

I hugged him just as fiercely, tears rolling down my cheeks. “My stallion!”

Mark kissed me and everything seemed to stop. My husband was safe, and we were together again. I savored his muscular chest pressed against me, his hands roaming my back, and I touched him everywhere, feeling his strong muscles. My heart sang for joy. I broke the kiss, stared into his deep blue eyes, and stroked his cheek.

Then I bent over and whispered into his ear, “We’ve started something terrible. A darkness approaches. We have to take responsibility and fight back, Mark.”

I couldn’t say any more. Lucifer could be watching us right now. Only in a Matmown would it be safe to talk. I pressed my finger to his lips when he started to speak, shaking my head ever so slightly. There was confusion in his eyes, but also trust.

Then I rose. I had to deal with Brandon.

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