Rachel Stover was a witch, but she wasn't a bad person; not really. She had done many good things in her life; helped more than her fair share of folk. But she was also a fallen soul who'd finally found the one temptation she could never have turned away from. Rachel had been set upon a course. She would set the world right. If only she doesn't lose her soul in the process. More
“Are you afraid now?” The voice asked, calm as it had been when first the woman had entered his home. Tom realized he was crying.
“Good,” she said. “I want you to remember something for me...can you do that? When you get out, you’ll want to come home. You’ll want to show up, tell your wife you’ve changed. You might even tell yourself the same thing. That’s not going to happen; do you understand me. You will never come through this door again. If you do I’ll find you...just like I found you tonight.”
Again the pain began to build slowly. Tom felt his legs start to spasm, rocking him over onto his back. When the spasms had subsided he was looking up into the face of a dark avenging angel.
The vision in front of him was no longer a human being. She was a crimson night fury; looking for all the world as though she’d come to drag his soul to the pits of hell. Tom’s bladder released again.
“And if ever you hurt another child,” she said with a force that racked his body with fresh agony. “I’ll come for you. Believe me when I say, there is nowhere in this world you will ever be able to hide...from me.”