The Priest And The Demon

Epilogue

Mal didn't answer me. She stood, regaining her balance, and folded her hands over her lap. Her mouth opened and a language I didn't recognize came singing out from her lips.

Damien looked over towards her, Syndicat moved his head down and covered his face in his arms, and Miles-- I could tell-- only had enough strength to lock his eyes on me and watch my reactions.

A servant demon came along and tied a rope to each of their right hands. None of them could lift their hands on their own.

Mal's voice really did begin to echo through the hall. The demon walked away and, when he reached the far wall where the others stood, they all covered their ears.

Each of the three males that sat in front of me looked at each other. Light climbed along the rope, starting on Syndicat's end. The light glowed yellow and sparked silver when it reached a wrist. When the glow reached the end, I heard Syndicat mumble-- Save us.

In a flash the men were pulled together and they became a moving, swirling mass of light. Mal still shouted her verses.

I could feel myself being tugged towards the light. I resisted. Being human, it sucked my being in easily; more easily than I had wanted.

Inside of the light, all three men stood in a circle speaking the same unknown language Mal was. The background was black; they had auras of white around them. I walked to them and reached out to touch the rope that still bound them.

When my finger grazed the material, a stinging sensation electrified in my chest. I was shot out from the moving mass that was now losing it's glow. I flew back and hit the nearby wall and dropped to the ground. When I opened my eyes, I glanced up to where I had hit, there was an extreamly large crater in the wall. Dry wall shattered and was still falling slowly down upon me.

Mal had quieted, finished a verse, and collapsed onto the floor. Her body made a sickening thud. The demons refused to race to her, for they knew she could not be saved.

The light dimmed to barely lighter than a candle. My eye lids suddenly felt heavy, and I gave in to their pleas of sleep for the recovery time from the pain that radiated up my back and down my legs.

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When I attained feeling again, the first thing I noticed was concrete beneath my fingers. I opened my eyes. I was back on the front step of the church. A man was sitting on my left. He had white hair, pale skin, and glowing blue eyes. I sat up further and rubbed my eyes with my left hand—supporting myself with my right. My back didn't ache, and, in all reality, I felt better than I had in a long while.

He turned to me, his eyes soft. "Morning, Rachel."

I blinked. That voice. That smile. "Laisser?"

His smile grew wider. "Hello, sweetheart."

"How are you here?" I stuttered.

He shrugged, the leather jacket on his shoulders moving with him. "I am all of them in one. I am your love, your creator, and your protector." He paused and stared out to the grassy meadow that was once the town. "I only know how to be a creator, a protector, and a lover."

I smiled and put my hand on his arm. He radiated heat. "I'm not the most perfect person either." His eyes met mine and my heart sped up. "Come on, let's go figure this out one day at a time."

Laisser grinned at me and ran his hand along my cheek. "I can do that much." He stood and helped me to my feet. "Rachel. . ."

I looked up at him, "Yeah?"

"When you touched the rope. . ." the look he gave, I couldn't tell if he was joyed or worried, "it gave you back the abilities you once had when I first created you. . ."

I swallowed. Then I just smiled. "We can figure that out when we get to it, too."

"Okay, Little Lamb."