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Penelope said, beaming with joy. Aiden raised his eyebrows in surprise. "The last known book of witches? That sounds interesting. What's it about?" "Well," Penelope began, flipping through the pages, "it's about a powerful potion and medical procedures that can supposedly get rid of any monster that's taken over a person's body. It's called the Spell of Exorcism." "Exorcism?" Aiden chimed in, looking up from his sandwich. "Isn't that what they do to evil spirits in horror movies?"

Thane screamed as the rosary melted on his hand, the plastic and metal turning into molten ooze and fusing to his fingers. "Trying to punch me with your rosary, I'll applaud you for your ingenuity and spirit. However, mere trinkets and physical attacks will never bring me down." He forced Thane back, the young exorcist gripping his burned hand, now stiff from the melted rosary hardening on his skin. "What the Hell are you?" "I am the nightmare that has invoked fear in men like you for eons. The darkness is coming, soon to eclipse this world and allow all mankind to achieve death."

THIRTEEN David Uneasily I pace from one end of the room to another with the phone in my ear. I have just gone to our former house to pack up most of my files and there are litters of it all over the table, the cushions and to the ground. "You keep asking me this question expecting me to suddenly realize who wants me dead. I don't know anyone that would want me dead," I say matter-of-factly, without leaving the irritation out of my voice.

She walked into the room to see the man just standing there and staring at the table. “Sir”. He looked up to her and he just stared. “State your business”. Now was the time for her to choose her words carefully. “My friend was possessed by Tresicta” she began. “Pardon?” “Her name is Clara. She’s Savan and Tempan and she took me to the museum and well….she touched a picture and now she's a host for her consciousness. I don’t know”. “This Clara of a Supernatural, you said she’s Tempan?”

“He called me. We talked. I yelled at him about the apartment swap. He suggested we meet in person. I agreed. And then I burned chicken aaannd we ordered takeout.” Anna gasps. “No.” “Yes.” “Nooo.” “Yes.” She clutches her chest like I just gave her terrible news. “You burned chicken in front of your ex?” “Tragic, I know.” She shakes her head. “Clarice, I raised you better than this.” “You did not raise me.” She waves a hand dismissively. “Details. What happened after the Great Chicken Disaster?” I roll my eyes. “We talked some more. We ate. We were civil… and then he left.”

**Chapter 15: A Stealthy Confrontation** Claus had managed to slip into the dimly lit warehouse and was now eavesdropping on the conversation between the mysterious man and another individual. The tension in the room was palpable, and Claus could sense that they were close to uncovering crucial information. As Claus continued to listen, he heard the man mention an exchange of information. The other person inside the warehouse must have valuable details about the Beast's plans and the whereabouts of Rick and El Patricio. Suddenly, the conversation ended, and the mysterious man exited the warehouse, clutching another envelope in his hand. Claus knew he couldn't let this opportunity slip away.

Wyatt heard a man’s voice say. “NO! It’s your fault thinking that covering money that was never going to be directly touched by her in your energy would actually work, It’s not my fault you and your siblings are so damn stupid. It’s really amazing that Abaddon lets you even attempt to collect souls.” That time it was Daniel.

Pallor stared at it cross-eyed. “Um. Back, demon horse thing.” I waved the Bible around, then misted the air with holy water. Pallor licked his lips, eying the flapping pages. I sighed. “You'd think the Vatican could issue how-tos on exorcisms.” My fears of being trampled eased when Pallor began to plead. He kissed his lips, begging. “What?” I asked. He stared at the Bible. I knitted my brows.

All emerging from the power of the words Marcus was reading from the book he brought out. "What's happening, why am heading out?" She asked nervously as she turned and observed the sunlight. "I invited you in, he's uninviting you out. They're old magic words used by exorcists. He's rendering the house inhospitable to the dead, to you. Father, the sun, stop!" He cried out shaking the shackles. "Jeremy, help me," she said softly in tears and finally got thrown out to the open. And she began to peal, her skin burning out of her bones.

It feels like ages since I’ve heard those voices … those traitorous, evil voices. After two or three minutes have passed, I slowly walk out of the bathroom back into the room, the towel I was using to dry off forgotten in my hands as I face the television like someone in a trance. No, I’m not hallucinating. It is indeed them … my ex-husband, Austin, and my ex-best friend, Amy, and they're in a media house granting an interview. I still think about these two once in a while. It would be difficult not to, considering the fact that for a long time, they were one of the closest people to me.