Survivor's Guilt

III (Meat & Greet)

His wife was possessed by the Mother of Demons.

Johnny had called him, delivering the discovery alongside the news of Detective Christian's miraculous recovery. With the detective on the mend, combined with his testimony matching Kaitie's, the charges were dropped. As an added precaution Johnny had Amias wipe it from her record. Johnny took it one step further wiping the memories of that night from the precinct. He wouldn't dare say the words out loud, but he owed Johnny a debit he wasn't sure he could ever repay.

Spencer's schedule was packed. Their first-ever Silver Scream Con was about to kick off. In his paranoia, he begged Kaitlynn to join him. She didn't read too much into it. She enjoyed watching horror movies with him. She had herself stationed in the merch area. There was no concealing the tired look in her eyes. If he looked closely, he could see her hands trembling slightly. She was consuming a half gallon of holy water a day just to keep Lilith at bay. He wasn't entirely sure how effective it would be, only that he'd take comfort that it was holding up so far.

He didn't want to admit it, but there was a new task awaiting them on the horizon. The Prince of Pride, or Lucifer as the world knew him, needed a vessel to walk amongst them. He had the members of his band drink holy water to rule themselves out. The list of suspects were the headliners of their tour, We Came As Romans, a last-minute addition for reasons he didn't want to get into. The suspect list was smaller than last time. Spencer would take the silent victory.

"How is she doing?"

He jumped at the sound of Ricky's voice. He'd been so absorbed in his thoughts that he neglected to pay attention to his surroundings. Kaitlynn looked over raising an eyebrow a silent question in her eyes. Ricky gives her a thumbs-up. His wife nods focusing on her task. The smile on her face returns as someone comments on her new tattoo, an Ice Nine Kills-themed sleeve done by Angelo Parente. In her own words, there was no one else she would go to.

"She's hanging in there." He answers.

"If she is as strong as you claim she is, then why are you being a helicopter husband?" Ricky gives him a knowing look.

"I am not being a helicopter husband." He says defensively.

"Uh-huh, so if I ask Johnny how long you've been standing here, he's going to say not very long, right?"

Spencer flips him off shrugging away from the wall. Johnny and his second-in-command, a boy by the name of Otto were amongst the crowd. Kaitlynn had been doing remarkably well in a huge crowd. He didn't really remember much from his days with Dev. He did remember being uncomfortable in large crowds. The whispers in his mind would drive him insane. The desires of those around him their anger making his mouth water.

"Spence?" Ricky stops him. "You're normally not this out of touch with reality."

"Sorry, I'm just..." He hesitates.

"You've got a panel in twenty minutes. I know you're worried about Kaitie Koala, we all are, but Johnny says we're taking all the precautions we can." Ricky squeezes his shoulders.

"Yeah, you're right." He nods. "Thanks, Rick."

"Anytime, now get your ass moving. If we're successful we can have more of these." Ricky slaps him on the back.

He walks down the hall focusing on the convention. Johnny was right, there wasn't much they could do. He'd been attempting to summon the Prince of Wrath. Kaitlynn was his whole world; he had made his deal for them. Kaitie made the plan to stop Leviathan and Asmodeus, she didn't deserve this. Spencer would find a way to save her. He owed her so much already he would go to any length to return the favor.