By the time Peter, Abigail, and Althea arrived at the building where the cellar was, they were too late. Abigail and Althea approached the old rundown stone-structured house. Completely built with stone and wooden pillars that kept the roof from caving in. The property hadn't been used in years, so it was unusual to find that the front door was brand new.
The trio slowly approached the house and looked through the window. Inside there were fallen tables couches that were torn apart. But not one sign of any struggle. Peter had walked over to a large mound and as he rounded the corner, he stood there seeing that there was a door that led straight into the cellar.
"Hey guys!" Peter called.
Abigail and Althea ran into the room after checking every single part of the building to find Peter staring down at a creepy old cellar.
"You've got to be joking with me," Althea said.
"I wish I was," Peter responded. "Maybe Emily is down there?"
Peter had hopes that nothing serious was happening to Emily. However, he wondered where Ezra had gone to. Despite Angels literally disappearing on everyone when you needed them the most, they should appear before you. But something didn't sit right with him. It was strange, in a way.
"Abigail, you stay here," Althea said.
"The hell I will!" Abigail exclaimed. "There's more to this than you two thinks, I don't trust this one bit!"
"It'll be fine!" Althea said.
Without listening Peter and Althea began making their way downstairs.
*~*~*
Abigail didn't enjoy the fact that she got stuck waiting upstairs while her friends were going downstairs to supposedly retrieve her angel. It was impossible and something was off about the place. Like it was too easy to get in. She wished that her friends would at least listen to her side.
She also couldn't help but notice that there was something going on between the two. Like they had started to fall in love with each other. But that had been impossible. They met last year and now they're starting to become close.
Abigail was so lost in thought that she jumped when she heard an animal bark. Looking up she saw the hellhound she had tamed. It approached her like it was nothing and licked her hand.
"What's the matter girl?" she asked.
The dog whimpered and urged her to follow her.
You must see something. The dog spoke.
Worried that something was amiss, Abigail followed her hellhound out of the house. She paused at the edge of the property. The hellhound stopped. She glanced over at her and urged for Abigail to follow her. Abigail sighed and looked back at the house before following the hellhound toward the forest.
She and the Hellhound entered the forest and were running through until she came across an old, gated fence. The hellhound ran through the bars like she wasn't going to get stuck. At first, Abigail is worried, thinking that something was going to go wrong but she shook her head as the hellhound phased through the gate without problems.
Abigail followed the gate until she came across the entrance. However, when she tried to push it open. The gate was so rusted that it wouldn't budge. She looked around for a way to get over it until she came across a set of rocks that leaned up against the wrought-iron gate. Taking in a few deep breaths, she walked over to it and climbed on the rocks.
Gripping the bars as tight as she could she climbed up until she got to the top. Abigail climbed over the gate and jumped down, tucking, and rolling so she wouldn't break her ankles. Standing up, Abigail glanced around the graveyard and saw the mass amount of weathered out headstones and weeds that grew so high it looked like no one took care of the place in years. Her heart broke at the sight of all the old graves.
"It's like no one cared for these headstones," she said to herself.
The hellhound ran through the graveyard until it passed by an old mausoleum and disappeared around the corner. Apologizing at the gravestones and the dead bodies buried underneath, Abigail raced through the graveyard until she turned the corner and discovered Mammon was standing around a large stone angel. Her hellhound came up to her but avoided Mammon easily.
To her surprise, she saw her angel and Ezra trapped in a large cage. Abigail hid around the corner and watched.
"I'm surprised that those idiots didn't realize the house was a decoy," Mammon chuckled.
"You asshole," Ezra said. "Our charges will never fall for that,"
"I knew it," Abigail whispered.
"You really think so?" Mammon said. "Last I checked they were worried about the two of you," he continued. "And I wouldn't brag Ezra if I were you, after all you seem to be turning human,"
Abigail listened intently.
"Shut up!" Ezra exclaimed. "I may be turning human, but I can still kick your demonic ass!"
"How about we hear what Emily thinks?" Mammon responded.
He glanced at the young angel with curly hazel-blonde hair. Abigail's heart broke seeing her angel so defenseless. She wanted to jump in and say something, but the hellhound tugged on her shirt.
"Okay girl," Abigail whispered.
"Go back to hell you dumbass," Emily said.
"Too bad you two won't live to see another day, all we have to do to make this ritual work is make the two of you bleed," Mammon chuckled.
The demon paused and looked over at the Mausoleum.
Abigail backed off but it didn't take long before the demon appeared standing directly in front of Abigail.
"Now who do we have here?" Mammon said.
Abigail fell onto the wet grass.
"We can't have eavesdroppers now, can we?"
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Spiritus Animalis (Empath #2) ✔️
Fantasy*First draft completed* Sometimes when life throws unexpected things at you, you don't know how to react. Knowing that there were things out there that we can't explain, Abigail is thrown into Althea's world without a second thought. In the beginnin...
