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gave a laugh and Sam and the fire vanished as he closed his fist.
    “Your choice, possession leader, either you will come peacefully or the girl’s soul will suffer the consequences.”
    Nathan was so angry, he wanted to hit something.
    Seeing this, the Pallida Mors raised his hands in surrender. “Hey, don’t shoot the messenger. I have just come to give you the dark lord’s proposal. The time will come when we will know your answer. Until we meet again, possession leader.”
    The room grew darker as the Pallida Mors shimmered into shadows and disappeared.
    “Bloody hell?” Graham asked in wonder.
    Nathan, who was gritting his teeth so hard they ached, turned and walked through the stun crowd. Murder was clearly in his eyes.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
                  CHAPTER TEN
     
    A noise behind him broke the peace and quiet, and Nathan looked up to see the Archdiocese and the thin man behind him.
    “Excuse me, possession leader, but can we speak to you for a moment?”
    Nathan, who had his thoughts on the meeting with the Pallida Mors. “Yes, of course.”
    He looked for and found a room and went inside with both of the men behind him. It was a break room, used for those who work at the compound around the clock. Nathan motioned for them to have a seat at a table surrounded by chairs.
    “What’s on your mind?” Nathan asked, as he too sat down.
    “We have spoken to our order and they have sent you their answer.”
    “Excuse me, possession leader, do you mind if I have some coffee?” asked the thin man, already rising up.
    Nathan nodded and put his attention back on the Archdiocese. “And what is that answer?”
    A flicker of light caught his attention and he looked up to see the thin man’s reflection in the glass of microwave.
    Diving out of the way, two knives embedded themselves in the spot he just was in.
    “That you must die!” screamed the Archdiocese.
    Nathan rolled under the table and kick it over, just as more knives hit it with hard thumps. The Archdiocese pulled out a gun and Nathan cussed himself for allowing them to come in without being check. He trained the gun on him.
    “You see, when we told them that you were meeting a demon and willing to let him go, that you yourself was working for the demons. And needed to be killed before you can fool the world.”
    Nathan kicked a chair at him just as he fired and the shot went wide. The knife throwing thin man had two more knives in his hands when the door burst open and one of the sect’s security guards came rushing in with his gun drawn.
    “What the hell is going on-,”
    The words died in his throat as one of the knives flew through the air to stick in his throat. It gave Nathan the time he needed as he closed the gap to the man. He heard the shots behind him as he raced and unleashed his right sword blade in the man’s chest before he could get his attention back at him. He lifted him up and threw him back off the blade, his head hitting the wall as he struck. The Archdiocese was clicking on empty on the rounds in his gun. And Nathan walked calmly over to him.
    “It didn’t have to be this way.”
    “You are a fool. It always had to be this way. You just didn’t understand that we couldn’t let you go on to tricking everyone that trusts you.”
    He threw the gun at Nathan and tried to run. Nathan caught him by the neck and put his blade through his back.
    “So be it. I tried to have your order apart of the true fight but you all rejected it. Now you force my hand.”
    The Archdiocese, who was pouring blood from his mouth, laughed. “My death won’t stop the fate that will be yours. Now you have started a war by killing us.”
    “You started one just by the attempt,” Nathan replied as he twisted the blade and blood flew even faster from the Archdiocese’s mouth.
    “Remember that you all brought it on yourselves.”
    The room smelled like blood as Nathan retracted his blade. He felt that he didn’t