Meadow took a deep breath. "Are you serious?"
Fred nodded. "Yes. What I'm telling you is the complete truth."
Meadow fell silent for a moment before speaking again. "What about yours? What does yours mean?"
Greg looked taken a back. "What?" He paused before saying, his gaze completely falling on Fred, "Yeah, Fred. What does yours mean?"
Meadow guessed that Greg hadn't known about Fred's pendant.
Fred sighed before pulling the pendant out and placing it on his shirt.
The light bounced off the red of the pendant, making it seem like it was shining even more than before.
"Lucifer," Fred said, sounding ashamed.
Meadow blinked a couple of times in disbelief, before exclaiming, "Satan is your dad?"
"Shhh!" Fred hushed. "Not so loud!"
"What? Does your team not know?" Meadow questioned. She sighed once again. "...Of course they wouldn't. You kept it a secret."
Greg asked, trying to change the subject, "So, about the specters....What are we going to do?"
"Well, we're going to have to fix whatever is forcing them out of wack," Fred told Greg in response. His gaze then shifted over to Meadow. "You don't have to help. You can go. It's fine."
Meadow shook her head. "No. You guys said I'm part of something bigger, so I wanna help–however I can. Plus, missing classes would be a big bonus in my opinion."
Fred nodded, before thinking for a moment.
"What's our next action?" Greg asked the ginger boy.
Fred then answered, "We go see an old friend of mine."
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Fred headed up the stairs to a house before ringing the doorbell–it sounded busted.
Meadow shuddered. "This place gives me the creeps."
Greg responded with, "Tell me about it."
Fred waited for a couple of seconds, but no one came to the door.
Suddenly, a white motorcycle tore up the street, before pulling into the driveway.
The figure got off the motorcycle and took the helmet off. Her platinum blonde hair cascaded down her back.
The woman, who's name was Delyth, flipped her hair before turning and grinning. She rushed over to the group, pulling Fred into an embrace. "Freddie! How are ya, laddie?" Delyth asked, in a thick Scottish accent. She pulled backward.
"Who is-" Meadow trailed off. Meadow then sneezed twice.
"That's-" Fred stopped. He made a noise. It almost sounded like he had been trying to hold in a cough.
"What's the matter with you? You have a frog in your throat?" Greg asked Fred.
"The name's Delyth. Or you as you might know me as, Pestilence! Nice to meet ya, lassie," Delyth held her hand out for Meadow to shake.
Meadow hesitated before shaking Delyth's hand.
Meadow and Greg coughed and sneezed.
Meadow choked out between coughs, "You're Pestilence?"
Delyth grinned. "The one and only."
As Meadow and Greg continued to cough and sneeze, Fred slowly started to as well.
"Oh! Sorry!" Delyth reached for her necklace, clicking the gemstone in the middle twice.
Slowly, one by one, Fred, Meadow, and Greg stopped coughing.
Delyth then headed up toward the door. "Why don't you folks come inside?" She opened the door and beckoned the group inside.
Fred entered.
Greg and Meadow exchanged a glance before entering.
The door was shut behind them once everyone was inside.
"Now how may I help ya lassie and laddies on this fine day?" Delyth asked. "I know Freddie didn't bring his friends up here just to visit."
"Have you noticed anything weird lately? Anything out of the ordinary?" Fred asked.
Delyth shook her head. "Nothing on the Hell front. Everything has been really quite since Perseus had his arse handed to him."
"What about in Death's kingdom? Reapers not doing their jobs? Wraiths misbehaving? ...Specter attacks?" Fred inquired.
"Now that ya mention it, lad, I have heard of a couple of specter attacks," Delyth informed him.
"You know why that might be?" Greg eyed Delyth.
"Well... We horsemen all have our jobs–my siblings and I have things we have to do. I monitor plagues and ailments... Fedelm takes care of the famine stuff and Sorisonaten all the bloodshed." Delyth paused. "Then there's my little sis, Sammy... Or as some might call her Samiko and Salem." Noting Greg's visible confusion, she said, "Death."
"Oh."
"She controls not only death, but has her own little 'death empire'. But, as you can see everything in that empire is crumbling. Any guess why?" Delyth asked.
Meadow shrugged, making a confused noise.
Fred spoke up, "That's just what we were about to ask you."
"Sammy can't give commands," Delyth said.
Meadow raised an eyebrow. "Why not?"
Delyth then said, "Lucifer locked her away... And now that empire of hers is shattering... taking the whole world with it."
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Project Dead
Paranormal"We were unstoppable... unbeatable, but yet, we were tore apart like junk mail." _____ The Paranormal Squad, founded by the Lord of Hell's very own nephew, Damien, was feared by all. But now? They've been dismantled by a couple of rebel creatures. ...
