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The Devil's Pact, Cult of the Ghost Chapter 4: Illusions

... would keep him befuddled with their illusions. For the last month, the Cult had to put up with the Sheriff and his deputies coming around looking for sex. Luckily, most of his deputies were now women thanks to the Wormwood Plague. The Cult didn't need to waste their power befuddling the women. I smiled, it was fun to make love to the female deputies, and it added more power to the reservoir dangling between my breasts. But no man could ever touch us save for the Ghost. We were his women. “Carla and the rest will keep them occupied,” Ursula agreed, stroking her round belly. The blonde cheerleader glowed these days. Marybeth's arm was around Ursula's waist as the pair leaned against the fence. They had been dating before they joined the cult. I peered out at the long, gravel road that led to the highway. It was the only way to reach the ranch. I didn't see any other cars on it and no dust clouds on the horizon. You saw the dust before you saw the cars. I glanced at my watch. Noel and her Patriots were supposed to be here a few minutes ago. “She's late,” I sighed. “What if she doesn't come?” asked Cheryl-Lynn. The young woman was perched on the fence post. “She'll come,” Lynn objected. The former high school teacher looked calm. “She was quite eager to meet with us when we spoke in town last week.” Contacting the Patriots had not been easy. The Cult had to resort to a spell, and even then Patriots had been cagey. It had taken over a month to earn their trust. Mark and Mary had ...

... the United States well under their thumb now, and the Theocracy was spreading its influence across the world, using the chaos of the Plague to their advantage. We needed all the allies we could get, and the Patriots were the only resistance in the US. A line of light flared nearby, drawing a circle in thin air. I jumped in alarm, grasped my amulet, and readied to cast a defensive spell. Had the Theocracy found us? I had seen the Gods open holes in reality like this. I could faintly make out the bronze knife sawing in the light. The circle completed and a hole appeared. Fog billowed on the other side of the hole in reality. Three figures stood in the mist. A blonde woman, her hair in a tight bun, clutched the dagger, flanked by a hulking, African American and an older man with graying hair. All three wore black, tactical garb, the two men holding assault rifles and the woman had a sword sheathed at her hip. I blinked at that. A sword? I shuddered. It felt...evil. They stepped through. “You're Deidre?” the blonde asked. “Yeah. You're Noel?” I asked, stepping forward. She nodded, her gray-blue eyes sweeping our farm. She tensed. “Why are there cops here?” Her hand drifted down to that sword hilt and the men's weapons came up. Fear shot through me. These three were very dangerous. And they were Warlocks. Only a Warlock could open a portal. No wonder the Patriots could fight Mark and Mary—they were just like them. “It's okay,” I said. “The Sheriff and his men like to come around ...