A/N: After some really deep thinking, I have decided not to incorporate the dining scene for specific reasons. The main one being is: How would that help the story progress? There's no real reason for it to be there so I decided to incorporate something different instead. Enjoy the chapter loves, Neko out! Also I'm an atheist.
Dipper sat on the floor of his room, as he preferred to call it. But to the residents of the house it was known as the basement where the old stuff was thrown. And littered with old books and things unwanted. Dipper liked digging in the boxes and reading the books inside them, loving the feel of the pages as his mind soaked up every bit of information. It was all he had. Well that and he loved drawing. Though he didn't think he was any good at it he, liked his drawings. He drew what he read about, trying to make the images in his mind become clear and not as clouded.
Those were the things he did when they left him to himself. He stayed silent not daring to open his mouth, not even to make a peep. He would take old cloth that he would find and make bandages to hold things in place or stop the bleeding. Ma'am says he deserved it, and she must be right!
Miss was never wrong she said it was useless to try and save him, but she would protect him from everything. He must always listen and never put up a fight. They must beat him to make sure the curse does not get too strong or everyone could get hurt. So he always obeyed never wanting anyone to get hurt because he decided he did not want to listen.
She's wrong you know.
"Wh-who said that?" He whispered not daring to raise his voice, especially not when company is over.
Someone you'll meet soon, very soon
"What do you mean?" Mason spoke allowing his curiosity to get the best of him.
Don't worry about that mi amore, for now how about you read this
Suddenly a book appeared in front of Mason, it was dark blue with a golden spine. The words on the cover read 'Spells and translations'. The book seamed normal at first until he touched it causing it to grow twice it's size. Mason simply satred in amazement. With a small whoa under his breath.
Take this book, study it learn it's teachings. I cannot stay much longer but we will definetly meet again soon. When the sun shall be turned into darkness, and the moon into blood, before the great and terrible day of the Lord.
And with that the man disappeared, leaving Mason to wonder what those words meant.
Bill Pov
My little Pinetree, your shackles wont be able to hold you down much longer. And soon I shall come to claim my prize. I can't save you yet my darling. As much as I long to hold you close the portal hasn't opened yet, but soon when the moon turns to blood. I think to myself as I decide to go watch the chaos that I have created with a smirk.
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The Devil's Bride
FanfictionA sacrifice was demanded,so why not give away the runt. Everyone agreed even his family.
