Continuing Saga----Life After Deep Dark
Chapter 8
Vicki was strolling through the park, enjoying the night air. She was replaying the past year in her head, trying desperately to make since of what had happened. As she wrestled with how to defeat Astorath, a familiar presence approached her from behind. Suddenly the hairs on the back of her neck stood on ends, her skin begin to tingle and burn. She knew exactly who it was, and as she quickly turned to face her nemesis, the tattoos on her wrists began to glow. There he was face to face with her, eyes radiantly gleaming bright red in the dark.
“Did you miss me?” He laughed with a wicked tone.
“How can I miss you when you won’t go away?”
“Vicki, I told you that we would see each other again and soon. I think that it’s time we get down to business.”
Vicki looked at him with a slightly puzzled look and said:
“Exactly what business do the two of us have with each other?”
“Don’t play coy with me; you know exactly what I want.”
“Oh right, well after much consideration, being your concubine, Bitch in Hell doesn’t exactly peak my interest.”
“Now, Now Vicki, it wouldn’t be like that. I wouldn’t let anyone call you a Bitch, plus think of the perks.”
“Perks, what perks could you possibly offer me that would entice me to give you my soul?”
Astorath sighed and looked up to the moon before meeting her gaze once again.
“How about your sight, immortality, and let’s not forget Henry. We all know how much you desire him.”
“What are talking about? You know nothing about my feelings or the desires of my heart. You are just trying to confuse me, like you did back at Henry’s place.”
At this point, Vicki wanted to pull out her asp and beat the crap out of him, but she knew that she was no match for his supernatural strength. Astorath could read her thoughts and knew precisely how badly she wanted to strike him.
“Go ahead Vicki. Try to come at me. I would love to roll around in the dirt with you, but we all know how this is going the end.”
“Is that so, well then please enlighten me. I’m all ears.”
With a strong authoritative voice, he thundered “You will submit to me. It’s just a matter of time.”
Becoming very indignant, Vicki looked him square in the eyes and said:
“NEVER, you might as well pack your little bags and go back to Hell!”
Astorath laughed and with that he flew at her.
“Not without you my dear.”
Vicki felt as if a mack truck hit her. Her body was engulfed with pain and then nothing.