Help from the Other Side – Dark Angel

441605-priestWhy are you putting up such a fight? No words broke the silence, she spoke directly into my mind. I answered her the same way.

“When I die, I want it to be under my terms, not yours. Your trickery made me want you for a while, but I see through it now. You don’t fool me anymore.”

I saw my dad’s face fresh and clear in my mind’s eye. Who was with him?

I’ve offered you eternal life. You can travel anywhere, see everything. Enjoy things you never dreamed possible. 

“All at the expense of others. My life is on this earth, not in a dark evil world of shadows. I believe in God.”

She cackled loudly and moved closer to me, Her dark beauty terrified me.

“Close your eyes Lucy, don’t look into her face.” It was my dad’s voice. I did as he said. Her face was still there, but not so clear. “Dad who’s with you? I see someone.”

“It’s Alfie, remember your uncle? He was a Desert Rat with me in Egypt, he was the battalion padre too. He’s here to help.”

I remembered him well, but wasn’t sure my kind uncle could help me. I hoped death protected him, no one else should suffer. Feeling the pressure mounting around me I called Father Angelo. Something was about to happen and I needed his help. He didn’t answer, my apartment was silent. As I looked towards the bathroom door it slammed shut. I needed Father Angelo and rose to bang on the door and get his attention. When I tried to stand I couldn’t. I was paralysed.

Come to me of your own will, or I’ll simply take you. There’s no one to help you now. 

“Why do you want me? Whats so special about me?”

You’ve been close to death and have darkness hidden within you. A darkness that would make us one. A darkness that could easily bubble into something thoroughly evil with my help. We could ride together and cause havoc in this boring world.  

I felt her touch me again, and something inside me liked it.

“Dad.”

“I’m here. Remember when we went on vacation to Cornwall?”

The minute he spoke the darkness inside me abated. I saw myself as a child, in a fishing boat with my parents. I smelled the salt air and smiled. I saw something else in the corner of my mind, it was my Uncle, the Desert Rat. He had a bible in his hand. He read from it softly. I didn’t hear what he said, but the sound of his voice was comforting, calming.  I blocked him from my mind. If I could see him, surely the dark evil bitch could see him too.

“If I come with you will you leave everyone else alone?” I asked, trying to distract the daemon that goaded me, “will you leave this place and my friends for good?”

There was silence for a few seconds. I felt her icy touch inside my head, she was searching, probing. I wasn’t strong enough to keep her out. She saw through me.

You think this is a game and you can toy with me? Oh no, you’ve had your chance. You will be with me, but your journey will no longer be pleasant. When I’m finished with you you’ll beg me to take you as mine. I’ll make you suffer until you want nothing but me, and then I’ll make you suffer some more. You caused this pain yourself. The journey to my kingdom will be agonizing, you’ll wish  you were dead. When you beg for death, I’ll give it to you and together we will be magnificent. 

“Dad.”

It was the last thing I said before the pain began. Was I being skinned alive?

“Stop, stop.” I screamed.

Give yourself to me.

“No, never.”

Her face hovered over me, her eyes blazing red. She was no longer a dark beauty. She was ugly in her anger.

How could I fight this?

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Dead of July by Sandra Thompson

 

 

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