This is a continuation of "Resurrection" by Olivia Adams Smith
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They cried, holding each other tightly.
"I love him, Mum…"
"I know, honey" Sally answered softly.
"I know who he is."
Sally was frozen with the words. "He told you?" she asked, not recognizing her voice.
"He showed me."
Sally swallowed hard. "And?"
"I don't know what to do."
"Leave him."
"It's not the point." Tara sighed. She brushed her gorgeous hair off her face, and looked at her mother, like a lost puppy. "I can feel him from any distance, I feel his pain, his happiness, his sufferings! If someone would destroy him, it will kill me too…"
"No!" A huge bomb burst into Sally's soul. No! Not my child! Darkness fell, as if someone dragged her into of an abyss of boiling oil.
"Mummy! Mummy! Please!"
It sounded as if so far away, from another galaxy, but Sally opened her eyes and faced her crying daughter.
"Mum, you have to understand - it's his duty! He has no choice!"
"But you do." Sally could not believe that she was able to say it after such a confession came from her daughter.
Tara paused.
"You've changed so much, honey."
"I know, Mum."
"Look, I lost your Dad. I know, how it feels. It like losing a limb - you'll never be the same, and it's impossible to avoid phantom pain. But you can live with that. You can even enjoy your life. I wish you would help me destroy Damien…"
Tara sat back, staring at her with horror and pain in her eyes.
"It's like gangrene, honey, if you won't cut off the sick limb, it would kill you for sure. As it says in the Bible… Remember Matthew 5:29-30…?"
Tara did not respond, but her expression had changed. She was thinking, and all her love to Damien rose into her soul, filling her body as well with a painfully scorching, but enjoyable sensation, similar as you lye down in hot tub…
"We'll see about it!" she screamed out, and rushed up from the basement.