This chapter is PG-13 for witchcraft and Satan makes an appearance
Margaret hissed and began to back away from Synthea, but ended up backing into Keith's waiting hands.
"Gotcha! Owww!" Keith yelled as Margaret bit his fingers. The wizard dropped her.
"You'll pay for that, fur ball." Keith snarled, shaking his hand. He waved his other hand over the one Margaret had bitten and healed it up. The wizard then made to grab the kitten again when a voice stopped him cold.
"Oh don't bother," The voice said, "Animal sacrifices rather bore me nowadays. Now human sacrifices, those were lots more fun, the Aztecs were absolute masters at the practice."
Keith, Synthea, Alice and Julia turned to see none other than Satan, in the human form some called Mr. Zero, standing there. He was wearing a black suit and cape and carried a walking stick with a human skull on top. The three witches and wizard immediately bowed down to him. Margaret wanted nothing more than to run away from there as fast as possible, but she stayed where she was. She had to find out what happened to Mike so she could tell Elizabeth.
"Greetings, master." Synthea said, "We are honored that you are here."
"Yes, I sensed something odd around one of my altars up here, so I came to take a look." Satan said, walking over to the altar. Looking it over, he shook his head.
"Is this how you honor me, by keeping a dirty altar?" He asked.
"A thousand pardons, master." Synthea said quickly, "It seems the angel Elizabeth sabotaged your altar and prevented me from sending you a proper invitation."
"Yes, that angel and those mortals she keeps around her have been giving me some trouble for awhile now." Satan said, his eyes turning red, "But that's not why you asked me here, is it?"
"No, master." Synthea said, "If you would recall, after Jynger died, I said I would try to find the Black Dragon's spell book."
"I do recall." Satan replied, "And my demons told me you did find it, correct?"
"Yes, and now Keith has all the ingredients to do the resurrection spell." Synthea said.
"Really?" Satan turned to Keith and gave him a skeptical look. "You do know that the main ingredient is the blood of a descendent of one of the twelve apostles, don't you?"
"Yes sir." Keith replied, trying not look nervous, "And I have one…Michael Nesmith."
Satan became so quiet and still, Keith, Synthea, Julia and Alice began to back away from him, not knowing what to expect. Then, Satan began to laugh, a loud laugh that shook the rafters.
"Oh, this is so sweet!" Satan shouted, then more quietly said, "Too bad he'll be dead, he would've been of great use to me, but at least his blood will further my cause!"
"Master, I'll need Jynger's soul from you." Synthea said to him.
"Very well." Satan said with a sigh, "Though I am loath to give up even one of the millions I have, I'll bring hers up to you. Pity really, her screams are on my top ten list."
"Thank you, master." Synthea said, swallowing hard.
"Oh, and I hope this all works." Satan told everyone, "Nobody's been able to work that spell yet...and I hate to have my time wasted, if you get my meaning."
"You won't be disappointed, sir." Keith said, "It is to take place tonight at our gathering place."
"Very well, I'll be there. Goodbye." Satan said, then disappeared in a blaze of fire.
Synthea, Julia, Alice and Keith let out a big sigh of relief.
"Well, that went well." Alice said.
Then the altar behind them collapsed upon itself. A few seconds later the ram's head fell from the wall and joined the smashed altar on the floor.
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In a dark room lit only by a single bare bulb hanging from the ceiling, Mike sat alone. He was strapped to a wooden chair by his arms, legs and chest. Mike stared straight ahead, but was unaware of his surroundings. After taking him from the beach, Keith had put Mike in a deep trance so he would not be able to call on Elizabeth. Further spells enacted on the room had ensured the angel would not be able to detect Mike, or at least home in on his general location, until it was too late.
Despite all the precautions however, a small part of Mike was fighting to get free. Mike's heritage and strong will fought to get him out of his mental prison. He slowly became aware of what was going on and what was in store for him. Mike felt very alone and helpless, unable to call for help. Despair came over him and a single tear slowly rolled down his cheek.
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