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Even that morning, I prayed for a different way. I hoped that this was a test, like when God commanded Abraham to sacrifice his son Isaac only to provide a scapegoat in his place. Maybe… Maybe there was another way.

—excerpt from ‘The Tyrants’ Daughter: An Autobiography’ by Saint Chasity Alberta Glassner

Mary Glassner

Mark and I awoke to frantic knocks at our door.

“Sir! Ma’am!” 51 shouted, bursting in. She had dressed hastily, her blouse buttoned up wrong, her ebony face twisted in panic. “The Theocracy is under attack!”

“What?” Mark asked, his voice slurred.

I stirred on his chest and sat up, looking around in confusion. Sleep fell off of me. “What’s going on, 51?”

“There are five armed groups attacking the perimeter. They number in the hundreds!”

“Shit!” Mark snarled.

Hundreds? I gaped at that.

“Those fucking nuns have been busy!” Mark growled. “51, pull back the bodyguard! Your sixty-four can’t possibly hold against that many!”

“Yes, sir!” she saluted, her ebony face fierce and beautiful.

I rolled out of bed as our frightened maids scurried into the room with our clothing. My body trembled as I stood there, letting them dress me in the black, utilitarian clothing I hadn’t worn in thirty years. I felt the cold adrenaline coursing so violently through my system.

I hadn’t felt this since the last demon attacked the mansion. When I’d watched Mark duel Ashtoreth on the mansion’s lawn and beheaded the bitch. April and Xiu had died that day. My anger rose. We had grown lax. Thirty years of peace had made us complacent.

This time, Mark and I would account for every last nun and monk.

We would set the entire world to hunt them down!

“I miss my Celestial armor,” Mark grunted as he strapped on body armor, wearing an enchanted vest like mine.

“Yeah,” I said as I finished velcroing the straps of the body armor. It felt so strange to wear it again. A maid held up a bronze amulet. We had started wearing our protective amulets again, warding us against gunshots.

I draped it around my neck and tucked it beneath the vest, feeling it pressing against my sternum. A maid tied back my auburn hair while another held open a box with my 9mm handgun. I picked it up and, with muscle memory I’d thought I’d forgotten, slapped in the magazine and drew back the slide. The round chambered.

I holstered it.

“Maids, take shelter in the basement,” Mark ordered as he holstered a .45.

“You’ll be fine,” I added, then followed my husband out of our chambers.

We hurried through the mansion, maids scurrying to and fro, faces twisted in fear. They looked at us, pleading for reassurance. I lied to them, passing along the order to get to the bunker. Hope melted away their terror.

They believed in us.

Alison and Desiree were waiting for us in the security room, both dressed in black fatigues. Excitement burned in Alison’s face; she had always been so reckless during the Demon Wars. “Master, Mistress,” she purred. “It’s going to be a wild day.”

“Too wild,” I muttered.

On the banks of security cameras lining the far wall was footage of the outer walls breached in a dozen places. Hordes of men and women poured in, all carrying various automatic weapons. My stomach tensed at the sight of the guns. I felt the weight of my protective amulet swinging next to the heart-shaped locket Mark gave me forty-one years ago.

“Where the fuck did they get those?” Mark demanded.

I nodded my head in agreement.

Alison shrugged. “Some cache a paranoid dictator buried during the troubles. Does it really matter, Master?”

“Sir, we’re getting reports from across the globe,” a seemingly young Japanese communication officer named Ami said. She was a former Air Force officer who served us since before Lucifer was defeated. “Nine of the administrative districts report they’re under attack.”

I swallowed, feeling cold. Nine of fourteen. “Which ones?”

She opened her mouth to answer, then paused, listening into her headset. “Sir, Washington D.C. is about to fall. Sean and Tiffany have barricaded themselves in their bedroom with the last two of their guards.”

“Central America?” Mark asked, his voice tight. His mother ruled from Mexico City.

“They haven’t responded,” Roni, another former Air Force officer, answered. “I’m sorry, sir. Paris is reporting an armed mob attacking them, and there was a brief message from Tokyo.”

“We should retreat to the bunker,” I whispered, my body cold. Both of our parents were in trouble. And our sisters. Our families were in danger.

“Bunker?” Mark asked. He shook his head. I could see the anger building in them. “My mom and sister were in danger! These filthy vermin are trying to hurt my family! And you want to go to the bunker?”

“Yes, the missile silo, Mark,” I answered. It was our bolt-hole in Oklahoma. We had only used it once. I was pretty sure we still had it maintained. Those SWAT officers we stationed there with their families should still be guarding it after forty years. “There’s no way they can know about it, Mark. We have to regroup.”

“Fuck!” Mark snarled, nodding his head.

Sam entered the room. “Sir, I’ve triggered the mansion’s shield. I predict it will last fifteen minutes under the volume of fire.”

“Fuck that! I’m going out there and fighting them,” Mark barked. “I’m immortal. They can’t hurt me! Even if they empty every fucking bullet they have into me, I’ll keep on going!”

“You’d be swarmed under and captured,” I objected, fear squeezing at my heart.

“I have the power to do it. I’ll open the ground beneath their feet, summon the winds to batter them, and cook them with fire! I am Mark Glassner. I’ll show them why you don’t fuck with a Living God!”

I shook my head. Our families were under attack, probably about to die. I couldn’t lose him. “It’s too risky.” My mind flailed for a reason to stop him. “We don’t know enough about the situation. What they can do.”

“I can crush them like the insects they are!” Molech’s flames danced on his skin and Milcom’s lightning crackled between his fingers. I felt the power surging through my husband, drawn from the vast reserves of energy we possessed, the power of all the greater demons we killed. “I’ll send the vermin scurrying back to their holes while you evacuate the mansion.”

I grabbed his arm. I had to make him understand. “We don’t have enough information, Mark! What if there are more? We need to regroup and figure out what’s going on!” I stared into his blue eyes, pleading with him. “Please, Mark, please. For me.”

“Fuck!” He snarled. He shook his head, conflict raging across his face. Then he relaxed. He always saw reason after he calmed down. “Fine. We evacuate to the bunker and then figure out how we crush them!”

“Yes,” I said, my own anger spiking through my fear. “We’ll show these monks and nuns the depths of their mistake in challenging us.” I cupped his face. “We will destroy them.”

A vicious grin crossed Mark’s face. “I’ll make them realize the error of their mistake. I’ll enjoy crushing them beneath my boot.”

“We’ll make them pay,” I growled, tears brimming in my eyes. “They’ll suffer for every member of our family they’ve hurt!”

* * *

Mark Glassner

I led our servants and the sluts outside of the mansion. The blue shield shimmered in a dome around the ground. Five gold columns reared around the grounds blazed like the sun, powering the spell. Only our most trusted servants and our family could walk through the shield. It would rebuff anyone else.

Outside, the mob beat at it, shot at it, and hurled whatever objects they could at it. Every impact sent ripples of blue spreading across it and dimmed the golden columns by a fraction, reducing the energy sustaining it. Eventually, the dome would fail, the shield would collapse, and the besiegers would pour in like water rushing through a breached dam.

I stared at the insects. Power brimmed inside of me. A part of me wanted to ignore Mary’s advice and just go out there. I would vaporize them with Lucifer’s light, befuddle them with Lilith’s lusts, fry them with Milcom’s lightning. I would summon a tsunami to drown them and rend the earth beneath their feet to swallow them.

“The maids are assembled, my Lord,” Pearl stated. I turned to find her standing before the ranks of her girls. They all looked scared.

My sons and daughters, and their children, huddled nearby. Silas had Delilah and Andrea clinging to him while Marcelo and Calypso hugged their daughter Liza. The sluts stood in a nervous clump, Violet hugging Cindy, Jessica trying to stay calm as Korina trembled in Lillian’s arms. The sixty-four bodyguards formed a circle around us, watching the shield. 51 nodded to me, then gave a worried glance at her husband, assembled with other servants, groundskeepers, mechanics, and laborers. Even she trembled, her ebony face ashen. She had survived Brandon, the Patriots, and been through the worst of the Demon Wars.

Alison strode out of the mansion. “Master, the mansion’s been evacuated. I’ve destroyed the computers.”

Anger burned inside me; I would crush those fucking nuns and monks. I’d spike their heads as a warning to future generations. The power coursed through me, begging to be unleashed on the insects attacking us.

“Then let’s go!” I snarled, hating myself for running. Gods should never run. I drew a bronze dagger, prepared to cut a hole in the air and create a portal to the Shadows so we could escape.

Light flashed down from above, pure white, blinding. For a heartbeat, it connected earth and sky. Then it flashed back up into the heavens. Where the light had fallen on the lawn now stood a person.

Chase.

I heard Mary gasp, a sharp intake of breath. The bronze dagger tumbled out of my hand. It was Chase, my beautiful daughter. Her blue eyes fixed on me, a sad smile on her freckled face. Her auburn hair fell loosely about her shoulders, swaying in the gentle breeze. I drank in the sight of her. Hope, happiness, joy, filled me up.

My beautiful daughter had come home.

I didn’t remember crossing the distance between us. One moment, I was staring in amazement at her. The next, she was just before me. I must have run to cross the distance so fast. I threw my arms around her, crushing her against my chest. She was wonderful, real, alive, beautiful. So warm and vital in my arms. I smelled her hair and—

I didn’t see the ugly dagger clutched in her hand.

“I’m sorry, Daddy,” she whispered.

The pain flared sharply as it sliced my thigh.

I stumbled back as the small cut, hardly more than a scratch, burned with venomous agony. The fire spread through my veins, every beat of my heart spreading the poison through my body. Dizziness swept through me. My legs wobbled.

I stared at my daughter in astonishment; her blue eyes brimmed with pleading sorrow.

“Chase?” I asked, confused. My legs buckled. I collapsed onto my back.

“Mark!” Mary screamed

The blue sky stretched out above me—a perfect, beautiful sky. I had seen its like once before, so long ago.

Mary knelt beside me. Her crying face hovered above me, an even more beautiful sight. Her hand grasped mine. She brought my numbing hand to her lips. She gently kissed my knuckles before her mouth moved.

Red light engulfed me.

I felt the heat of her love flow into me. The healing spell rippled through my body. It attacked the venom and…

Failed to defeat it. The pain still burned through me; her healing spell failed.

The world grew darker; my vision grew fuzzy as the agony came closer and closer to my heart. With every moment, my death came closer and closer. I had felt this same poison once, coursing through Mary.

Only, Lilith wasn’t going to save us this time.

“Mispach!” Candy shouted. “She has the Mispach. Hurry, we need to kill her and spill her blood on him before he dies!”

My eyes fell on the ugly dagger gripped in my daughter’s hand. Cain’s dagger. The only way to save me was for Chase to die. If her life blood didn’t spill over me, I would perish. And along with me would die my beautiful Mary. I had once condemned the world to darkness to save my wife. I would do anything to protect her, to save her. I thought I could kill anyone to keep my wife alive.

I was wrong.

“No,” I croaked. “No.”

Mary nodded, tears glistening in her eyes.

“Do not touch our daughter!” my wife commanded with steel in her voice.

“We all die when he does!” Candy objected. “If none of you will kill the bitch, then I’ll—”

“You will do nothing!” 51 roared. I could hear a scuffle, a woman screaming in pain. A gun barked. A body thudded on the ground. Sam cried out in anguish.

Chase knelt on the other side of me, her blue eyes swimming with tears. “I’m so sorry, Daddy,” she cried, taking my other hand. “It had to be done. Your tyranny had to be stopped. You wouldn’t listen to me. Power corrupted you.”

I looked from my wife to my daughter as agony pumped through my veins. Chase was as beautiful as her mother. She reached across me, taking her mother’s hand. All three of us held each other. Both their hands felt warm and soft. I struggled to speak; there was something very important I had to tell my daughter.

“I… forgive… you.”

Turned out it wasn’t hard to do at all. It was the easiest thing to do in the entire universe.

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Chase Glassner

Life fled Father’s blue eyes.

Mother slumped limply forward across his chest. Around me, my siblings, the sluts, the maids, and the bodyguards all fell dead. I killed them all. Tears ran hot down my cheeks. My entire body shook. Hundreds dead from a single knife stroke.

Was I as bad as my parents? Were my murders as justified as theirs?

I didn’t know.

Hundreds dead so that billions could be free. That math had to add up, right?

Silver glinted on my father’s chest. The sun was warm on my face; it was too lovely a day for such tragedy. The silver was a locket, shaped like a heart with a single, pink rose sculpted on the front. It must have spilled out from beneath Mother’s armor as she fell forward, landing upon Father. I opened the locket; my parents smiled up at me. With shaking hands, I unclasped it from my mother’s neck, and draped it around my own.

I realized I wasn’t alone. A horde stood around me.

The shield had failed when my father died. The freed thralls who were attacking the compound had gathered in a circle to stare down at the false gods. The Tyrants. My parents. Around the world, the elements of my parents’ oppression, those bureaucrats and priests not bound directly to my parents, were being captured or killed.

The Theocracy erased. Hopefully, a better government would rise from the ashes.

I stumbled away in tearful silence, the crowd parting before me. I could have ridden on the Light, flashing to wherever I wanted to go. Wherever that was. I needed to walk, to think, to wonder why I didn’t die with all my family, with my parents. I was bound to them. I shouldn’t have lived.

I wasn’t supposed to live.

Now I had to live with the question: Could I have talked my parents into giving it all up? To free mankind from their bondage? I doubt it, but maybe… I just couldn’t take the risk that they would say no. I had this one opportunity to end it. To liberate the world. I had to take it.

Now all I could do was walk, cursed like the shoemaker to wander on and on forever, guilt tearing apart my heart.

Hopefully, the world was worth it.

* * *

Mark Glassner

I was falling, falling, falling.

Into darkness.

Then darkness gave way to heat, to fire.

I opened my eyes. Oppressive heat buffeted my body. Blood-red rocks crunched beneath my feet. Anguished wails echoed through the air—the chorus of the damned. I stood on a barren hill overlooking a hellish plain. In the distance, a city of brass rose, wavering like heat in a broiling furnace. Trees made of twisted bone dotted the plain, growing next to rifts that smoked with sulfurous fumes.

Mary appeared at my side. I wrapped my arms around my wife. She stared up at me and said, her voice thick with emotion, “Together forever.”

A collar bound my neck, made of rusting iron, leading off into the distance—my Pact with Lucifer. The iron looked weak, pitted. It snapped easily. I had far more power than the Devil ever had. I had stolen the power of every demon—Lucifer, Lilith, Molech, Dagon, and more—I had slain, the energy split between Mary and myself.

Mary snapped her chain with ease, the iron flaking away into rust on the searing wind.

More souls appeared around us. Chasity and Noel knelt before me, joined by 51, while the bodyguards knelt in ranks behind them. “We’ve awaited you for a while, Master,” Chasity said, smiling, her blue eyes twinkling with joy. “It’s wonderful to see you.”

Karen threw her arms around me, kissing my cheek. Then April, glasses reflecting the hellish landscape, melted against me. And lastly, Xiu sauntered up, naked. I pulled her to me by her nipple piercing. “I missed you all,” I told the three of them. “You were never forgotten.”

“Thank you, Master,” Xiu smiled, tears shining in her eyes. “We swore to serve you forever.”

The other sluts joined us: Lillian, Korina, Violet, Jessica, Alison, and Desiree. Korina reunited with Xiu, hugging her with such joy. Alison and Desiree gazed into each other’s eyes with love. Our families were next: my mom and her wife, Tiffany and Sean, Missy and Damien, Shannon and George, Antsy and Via. Their children and ours. Pearl and her maids, our other servants, the Cunningham twins and their Bishops, and our friends who helped us rule the Theocracy. Around us, reunions happened as those who’d passed on before us were reunited with friends, family, and lovers.

The only one missing was Chase. I concentrated and sensed my daughter walking away from the mansion, somehow alive. Guilt crushed her.

Anger flashed through me. But not at her. At myself. I failed her. I hadn’t been a good enough father to her. I was too concerned with escaping Hell, of making sure that there were no threats that could harm my loved ones or me. Mary and I shackled the entire world out of selfishness.

Chase was a better person than I ever was. I hoped one day I could tell her that. Then, maybe, we could be a family again.

We will be, Mary’s voice whispered in my mind. She just needs time. And we have all the time in the universe now.

“What are your commands, Master?” Violet asked, her arm around Cindy.

“We’re ready to kick some ass!” shouted an eager Alison. Somehow, she had conjured a machine gun, red flames flickering across the weapon’s black metal.

I could see the lesser demons and the shades of the dead hovering at the edges of our group, watching us warily. Beyond them lay the city of brass. Dis. I glanced at my wife, gave her shoulder a squeeze, then looked at our family and followers. For a moment, black chains flashed around all their necks, connecting them to Mary and myself.

I grinned, “Well, I’ve heard it said that it’s better to rule in Hell.”

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