"Hello, darling"
The soft, Irish voice of Fergal Devitt tore Sara from her thoughts. She froze for a moment before slowly turning around. She felt as if her heart was twisting into a giant knot when she saw Fergal standing in front of her. Part of her wanted to run to him, and part of her wished she could jump over the railing of the roof and fly.
"Fergie.." Sara whispered
"Come here." Fergal opened his arms to her "It's okay, my angel"
Sara sobbed as she ran into his arms. He embraced her tightly, never wanting to let go. She wrapped her arms around her boyfriend and sobbed into his chest.
"Shhh...it's okay. It''s going to be alright. I'm here."
"Nothing is okay, Fergal" Sara wailed
"It will be. I promise. I'll make everything okay." He stroked her hair, holding her tight
Sara continued to cry but felt comfort in his embrace.
"Just hold me, Fergie. Don't ever let me go"
Inside, Mark had made his way back into the living room. He stood next to the couch and peered down with a scowl on his face at the man who had shattered his daughter's heart.
Phil could feel Mark's stare upon him and he huffed before looking up at the man.
"What?"
Mark just continued to stare at him
"Whatever. Can you guys hurry this up? I don't know why she came here, of all places" Phil propped his feet up on the coffee table and crossed his arms
"That's why she came here. It wasn't expected. No one would think she would come to you and that's exactly why she did. This used to be her home before you threw her out without giving a single fuck. This is still a place of safety and comfort for her."
Phil rolled his eyes. Mark resisted the urge to rip him to shreds right then and there, he had much more important matters to attend to than cleaning up a body.
Back on the roof, Sara pulled away from Fergal, wiping her nose and eyes on her sleeve.
"I want to talk to him." she sniffled
"Who?" Fergal tilted his head at her
"Balor." Sara answered
"What? Sara, no..I don't think that is a good idea." Fergal protested, shaking his head
"Please, Ferg. I need to talk to him. I...I talked to Carman."
A long pause was held between the two and Fergal sighed.
"Once he's in control, he leaves on his terms, Sara. I can't come back until he allows me to."
"I know. I will be okay. I need to do this." Sara squeezed Fergal's hand in reassurance
Fergal closed his eyes, his inner thoughts trying to awaken the demon within him. A moment later his eyes slowly opened, and once again the baby blue was replaced with solid black.
"Hello, Sara." Balor's deep voice greeted the girl standing in front of him
"Hi." Sara shifted her weight from foot to foot nervously, this being the first time she had seen Balor since the first time they had met
"Fergie says you need to talk to me?" He hummed at her , a slight smirk on his face
"Don't call him that." Sara glared up at the demon
Balor just chuckled.
"I talked to Carman."
Balor's eyes widened a bit at the mention of the witch's name.
"Go on.."
"She told me everything. About the prophecy, about how the two of you were to rule Hell together." Sara informed him
"Yes, that is true. Can you do me a favor, dear?" Balor stepped closer to Sara, reaching out to touch her cheek with his finger
Sara leaned back, but Balor shushed her, closing the space between them. He stroked her cheek softly, attempting to gain her trust.
"What?" she asked
"I would like to speak with Carman. Do you think you can allow her to come out for a visit?" He smiled at her, trying not to seem menacing.
"I..I don't know how to." Sara looked down at the pebble covered rooftop
"I'll help you." He took her hands in his, curling their fingers together
"I'm scared" she whispered, afraid that if she allowed Carman to surface, she wouldn't leave
"Trust me" Balor whispered back as he pressed his forehead against hers "Close your eyes"
Sara closed her eyes tightly. She could feel heat rising inside of her. She swallowed hard, trying to not fight the feeling.
"Carman" Balor said quietly "I'm here Carman, come to me, my love"
Sara's body twitched, her mind seeming to shut down. Her eyes opened and she looked up into Balor's dark eyes
"My king" She said, her voice sounding perfectly Irish
"Hello, Carman" Balor smiled as he pulled back "It's been awhile"
"Indeed it has, but alas we have found each other." Carman grinned
"We have. The prophecy has almost been fulfilled. Now we just need to return to our world."
"And reign forever as the rightful king and queen." Carman nodded
"We do have a problem, though. We cannot do it here. We need to be away from Undertaker, and we need the ritual to be performed."
"Is the Undertaker here?" Carman peered past Balor at the door
"He is inside. He will instantly sense that something is up. The moment we have a chance, we will get away. Until then, my love, come to me." Balor pulled Carman close to him, passionately kissing her for the first time in one thousand long years. Carman wrapped her arms around his neck, returning the fiery kiss. This love was as close to Heaven as either of them would ever get, and now that they had found each other, they would never part again.
Mark opened the door to the roof to see Sara and Fergal embraced in a kiss. He huffed before clearing his throat loudly.
"Time's up!"
The two lovers separated quickly, their human minds and appearances returned. Sara blushed and Fergal hung his head in shyness.
"Sara?" Mark asked, walking toward his daughter
"I'm okay Daddy." Sara assured him "I just needed some time to think this all through, but I am okay now. I know what is expected of me."
"Sara, honey, listen to me. You do not have to give in to that witch. You cannot become her slave and allow her to win. You can fight this. You can control her." Mark explained desperately
"No Daddy, I have to this." Sara insisted
"Sara, if you and Fergal go through with releasing Carman and Balor, the two of you will die. I cannot lose you, baby girl." Mark pulled his daughter into him, enveloping her in his arms as if holding her would make any evil forces go away
"We will figure something out." Fergal offered "We have to."
Mark just closed his eyes, knowing that the worse was yet to come.