1. The Devil's Pact, Cult of the Ghost Chapter 6: The Ritual


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    The Devil's Pact, The Cult of the Ghost by mypenname3000 Copyright 2015 Chapter Six: The Ritual Notes: Thanks to b0b for beta reading this! Thursday, July 17th, 2014 – Deidre Cheshire – Caissa County, ID The shield rippled as another barrage of artillery slammed into it. Shells burst against it, sending shockwaves rippling through the green. It was eerie. I could see the fireballs lighting up the night sky, illuminating the farm, but the sound never reached us. “Why does the shield let through light but not sound?” I asked Carla. She shrugged. “You're the expert, Deidre.” I snorted. “If I'm the expert then we are in trouble. It doesn't make a lick of sense to me. All this magic...” I sighed. “The shield's holding. I'm not detecting any weakening. We'll be safe for months.” I bit my lip, worry tightening. “We'll last long enough to summon the Ghost.” “And he'll save us,” Carla smiled. “Right?” Not in this life. “When Mark and Mary come, I don't know how long the shield will hold.” “Isn't there a way to transport us? The Warlocks can enter the Shadows. Why not us?” “I've read the book from cover to cover. There is nothing in there for our type of magic. We're stuck here.” “What happens when the barrier fails, Deidre?” Carla asked, laying her head on my shoulder. “What are you hiding from the rest of us?” “We'll be together,” I told her. “With the Ghost.” Carla tightened her arm on my waist. “That doesn't sound bad.” “No,” I admitted. “It doesn't sound bad.” But it might ...
    very well be. I wanted to tell Carla. But a selfish voice held me back. We were so close to resurrecting the Ghost and freeing him from his torment. I didn't want to take any chances and reveal our true fate. “Doctor Savitri says Tammy's fully dilated,” Ursula called out. The cheerleader cradled her daughter Gabriella in her arms, wearing only her cheerleading skirt. Her heavy breasts swayed, nipples dark-red. She walked up to them, gazing at the shelling pounding the shields. “It's almost beautiful,” Ursula whispered. “Almost,” I smiled. “Let's go welcome the Ghost's newest daughter.” “Your sister's about to be born,” Ursula cooed at her daughter. “Isn't that wonderful? You and her are gonna be such good friends. All seven of you will be. And you'll help us summon your pa. Doesn't that sound amazin'?” Gabriella let out a yawning coo. “I thought so,” smiled Ursula and she kissed her daughter's forehead. “Come on. Let's go.” Deidre let Carla pull her to the farmhouse. Lights flickered in the house. We were using our stock of Coleman lanterns and candles. The shield had severed the power line running to the house when it raised up. In the living room, on a mattress, Tammy gasped and moaned. Her lover Cheryl-Lynn knelt beside her, gripping the sandy-blonde, young woman's hand. Tammy's face went red as she strained. The entirety of the cult was crowding into the living room, straining to watch the Ghost's latest child being born. A quiet hush fell. Only Cheryl-Lynn's whispered ...
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