Their Satanic Majesties - The Rolling Stones

Droch-scéal

This chapter will have violence in it, if you don't like that kind of stuff, I'll put a break in the page so you can skip it! 

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Paul tugged the Stone inside, John following soon after into the dark room that held only one other person. The area wasn't much better, but it miraculously had electricity. 

"Okay, I'm here so explain." Charlie looked around as Paul flicked all the light switches on which dimly illuminated the room. Torn up carpet, dulled red couch and a television from the late fifties. 

"'Kay so, ye 'ave a demon on yer hands, yeah?" John asked, folding his arms over his chest and leaning back against the wall. 

"That's why you contacted me? Do you think that you could help him out?" 

"We wouldn't 'ave sent ya a letter otherwise." Paul interrupted, raising an eyebrow and looking out the window at the still sleeping Clover. "Geez, 'e doesn't look to well." 

"It's been around...a week and a half to two since it happened." The drummer, rubbed the nape of his neck as he looked out the window as well. Sounds of footsteps trailed down the stairs paired with the flipping pages of a book. 

"'Ay John, I think I found somethin' that could 'elp out." George spoke up, handing the old and worn looking book over to the slightly taller male of whom read the page he was speaking of. He raised an eyebrow and glanced at George, but showed it to Charlie.

"This could be yer solution." Was the sentence that caused a sigh of relief to escape his lips, a small smile curling upon them.

"Thank god...thank you all, really." Charlie bowed his head as a show of appreciation, John simply laughing.

"No need to thank us, man." He smiled at him, looking around and raising a hand. "'ho's up 't get rid of a demon?!" 

"We are!" The other three exclaimed in unison, raising their fists in the air.

"See, man? Ye've got a whole legion behind ya!"

His small smile grew wider upon hearing that, chuckling at them. 

"You all are very sure about this." 

"Course we are! We've gotta be 't help you people like ye." He nudged his arm lightly.

That was a loud slam was heard from the front door.

It was Clover, he'd forced the door open through the lock and the hinges practically fell off. The amount of strength in order to do that was incredibly great, almost impossible.

"Ay, Brian's 'ere. It's a full house now!" Ringo exclaimed, but he didn't bother responding. He looked absolutely pissed and like he was about to attack everyone as he walked inside. 

However, there was something seriously wrong when Clover came in, his eyes looked so dark despite being so light in colour.

"What the hell are you all doing." His voice sounded distorted, like two were speaking at once. Charlie's eyes were widened as John turned to look at him.

"Lookie 'ere, didn't expect ye to come in 'ere." John spoke with Paul and George walking on either side of him, all three of them starting the chant that was in the book that rested in John's hands. 

"I forbade thee from entering this realm of light,

As I will it so,

Ye shall be burned and tortured by the lights might