1. The Devil's Pact, The Tyrants' Daughter Chapter 12: The Detour


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    The Devil's Pact, The Tyrants' Daughter by mypenname3000 Copyright 2015 Chapter Twelve: The Detour Wednesday, June 22nd, 2072 – Sarah Glassner – Eugene, OR I was thrilled to see Eugene, Oregon still stood. Many of the small towns that lined I-5 had been gutted years ago. I shuddered to think how many people were butchered by the Holy Liberation Army. It marched somewhere ahead of us. We saw evidence of their large campsites. They didn't seem to be hunting us, but marching with purpose. “They're marching fast,” Chase had noted two days ago. “Armies often travel slower.” But Eugene seemed fine. The city sprawled along either side of the freeway. So far, walking through the Willamette Valley had been a peaceful journey. The four days since Aoifa's exorcism had passed uneventfully. The Willamette river cut through the town and the bridge was still in great shape. “We need to be careful,” Chase said. “If the Holy Liberation Army is in town, they may still be looking for us. Just because they're marching somewhere with purpose doesn't mean they've forgotten their soldiers we killed.” “You killed,” Queenie whispered. “You never said how you did it, Chase.” “I can't die,” she answered, her eyes distant. “They could.” Sister Stella reached out and squeezed Chase's hand. They were a great couple, even if Sister Stella was a nun. I had been reading from the Glassnerian Bible some more. Sister Cuntrag, as the bible called one of the nuns, seemed like a terrible person until she ...
    submitted to my father's will. And then she was written about in rosy terms before she was killed by Lilith. But I couldn't trust the bible. It was full of half-truths. The Christians had always treated me badly because of who my father was. They punished me for his crimes. It seemed at odds with their bible. But Sister Stella seemed fine. She never looked down at me or treated me differently. And she did love Chase. Maybe they would marry and she'd be my sister-in-law. The farms surrounding Eugene gave way to the town. At first the buildings were spaced farther apart, with chicken coups and small pastures for dairy cows, but slowly the buildings grew thicker. A heavily-patched, asphalt road ran through the middle town. The asphalt on side streets ended abruptly, like the town was ripping them up bit-by-bit. “They melt the asphalt to patch the main roads,” Chase said when she caught me staring. “Oh,” I nodded. We came to the Holiday Inn Express, a five story building with gas lanterns out front, driving back the descending darkness. I smiled in relief. I hoped they had running water. I so wanted a bath that didn't involve cold river water. The inn's doors were glass in metal frames. They were original doors, left overs from the time when manufacturing could make so many wonders that had been lost with the Tyrants' deaths and the chaotic wars. “Welcome to the Holiday Inn Express,” greeted a plump woman behind a marble counter. “Travelers, huh?” “We're heading to see family up in ...
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