1. The Devil's Pact, Cult of the Ghost Chapter 7: Bitter


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    knew what we were signin' up for.” Deidre nodded, her eyes brimming with tears. The Ghost took the first cup, plain, plastic, the type you'd get at picnic, and drank the punch, the liquid disappearing into his invisible mouth. I held my sister, looking in her eyes. She looked into mine. We drank ours together without fear. I grimaced; there was a bitter taste behind the cloyingly-sweet flavor of artificial fruit. Darleen's words rose up in my mind, whispered from that strange night where my twin and I had been under her spell: “Together you came into this world Together shall you depart, arms entwined Life dedicated to one man For your love shall you die, The drink shall be bitter, but eternity shall be your reward.” “Darleen knew,” I laughed as my insides twisted. “Eternity shall be our reward.” My twin nodded. We sank to the floor, holding onto each other as the bitter poison burned through our bodies. We were falling, falling, falling into Darkness. Darkness gave way to fire. We stood on in a twisted, blasted forest. The trees were skeletal, the bark stripped away by the searing wind, leaving behind pale-white wood. The wind scorched our bodies, but it did not consume us. I stood, my sister holding on to me. I turned, facing the Ghost at the center of us. He was invisible but, for a heartbeat, chains flickered into life. They were wrapped around our throats and ended at his fist. But he was unbound, unchained. “I reckon we're gonna carve out our kingdom right here,” the Ghost promised. I nodded. “We're gonna carve out our eternity,” I called out a green sword forming in my hand. I had no idea how I made it. But the sword felt right. Deidre smiled. “I told you I was prepared.” Foul beasts howled and cackled in the woods. I wasn't afraid. The Cult of the Ghost wasn't going to lose to some measly demons. END
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