28. Master

“The Dark One has summoned us once again this month. He has gifted The Chapel with not one but two La Notte del Diavolo! Rain, our Principessa Oscura, is being returned to where she rightfully belongs. To The Dark One, to The Chapel, to me, your Master.”

Standing before my followers, all lined up in rows wearing their Chapel robes and masks. The sight brings pride to my heart.

I do notice a few are missing. A few cowards that The Dark One will punish when the time is right.

The light from the fire torches flicker, casting shadows as the flame dances. Faintly, you can hear the crashing of the ocean waves outside. Taking a deep breath in, I continue, “Elijah may be blinded by her used pussy. We have allowed him to get his fix. Therefore, I can reassure you all that he would never go against us. The Dark One gave us her name. He will bring her in. Its his duty!”

Looking around the room, he still isn’t here. My heart races with anger, and I can feel my blood pressure rising.

Stepping back, my number three and wife are standing behind me. My number two would be with us if it weren’t for that little shit. He thinks he can fuck with me. He has no idea how far I am willing to go.

Walking towards the always lit fire, I hold my hands out against it. The heat warms my skin as I close my eyes and begin to hum. My followers join in on the hum, it is how we channel The Dark One. I concentrate on bringing his words to me, so I can interpret them and present them to the people.

Energy rises inside of me. He is here. My humming gets louder as his presence intensifies. Hands shake before me as I throw my head back. Remaining focused, I concentrate on what he is trying to say. Whispers and low hush sounds invade my head.

Then I see it. Flashing before my closed eyes.

Raising my head, I lower my hands and face the crowd.

“She will be saved tonight. The Dark One is rewarding us. Rain is mine.”

Low murmurs can be heard amongst everyone as I make The Dark Ones orders heard. Before I can continue, I am interrupted by a familiar voice, “Isn’t it rude to start without your guest of honor?”

She is here. Close by. It’s time. She is mine.