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I am sorry it took so long to update this, but surgery and person life really kept me from writing XD But the good part is that the next chapter is as good as written, so the next part shouldn't take so long :p
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So further on, I present you a darker chapter.

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"We are here together, to vanquish the evil from this world, that has shown itself in the form of twins. They say one is the body of good, the other the body of evil, but in reality, the demons just uses them as a vessel, to distract us from it's real plans."

The words were sounding like they were coming from far away. She only saw bright light when she opened her eyes, candles, people with black capes, covering their eyes. She fell tired, dirty, she was in pain. The girl shivered, pressing her hand on above her left breast. It was burning, the damn mark they burned in her flesh. She heard soft whimpering and grabbed the hand next to her. "I am here …" She softly whispered.

"Today, we get rid of one of its vessels, to make this world a spark brighter, to vanquish him from our grounds!"

Suddenly she heard the iron sound of a metal door opening and she fell how she was pulled out by a pair of strong hands.
"Jayla!" It was her sister, her twin sister that screamed for her. Jayla reached out, unable to see clear in this bright light.
"Jayli!" She tried to reach out, but she couldn't reach. Her sister was pulled away by another person. Jayla struggled, tried to kick, but she barely had any energy left. She didn't had any food for several days. Her struggles were in vain.
She was dragged on a stone plate, an altar. She saw the chandelier above her head, the candles in bright flames. She kicked and screamed. But it didn't helped, she was weak, tired … Her hands were bound by leather straps, she tried to pull, but they were only cutting in her wrists. She gave up. She could hear her sister cry …

"Now let us get rid of these demon childs! Angel of heaven, we sacrifice these two tainted daughters of hell to you."

Jayla could hear how the people were signing … or better chanting their rimes. She couldn't understand them. Yet she could also hear the screams and cries of her sister, filled with fear.
"Jayli!? Jayli!?" She screamed, trying to look beside her. She could see the short dark hair of her sister and a man … a man standing right next to her alter, having a large sacrificial knife in his hands."
"No, stop! Don't! Leave her alone!" Jayla struggled again, trying to get free, but the leather straps were only cutting deeper into her wrists, making her bleed.
Tears were rolling over her cheeks, her heart beating faster than ever. Why were they here? How did they got here? For what? Which reason?
She only knew that they were going to die, at the hand of these … mad people.
She screamed, she yelled, but she could only hear them laugh, clap their hands, talking about the last struggle of the demon.

"Accept the the first vessel and clean it of its sins."

Jayla could only hear the last scream of her sister, loud, sharp, high … before it was mixed with the gurgling sounds of blood that flew into her longes.
"Jayli!" She screamed. She couldn't hold her tears anymore, they rolled over her cheek like a stream.

Why were they doing this? Was there nobody that was going to help? Was there nobody searching for them, to save them? These people, they were only looking, laughing, this condemned place. How could they? Didn't they had any daughter? Or grandchildren?
She clenched her teeth on each other, seeing the person that was holding the knife now going towards her. Blood dripped from the tip, his coat was splattered with red splashes.
She cried, cried of fear and anger.

"Why? Is there nobody to help? Nobody to get rid of this, to wake we up from this bad dream?" The thought were running through her head. This wasn't real, it was just a dream. Soon, she would wake up, sweating from the nightmare in her bed. And her sister would be in the room next to hers.
But then why was she feeling so … lost.
The man was standing right next to her, raising his knife.
"I'll do anything, please … let me go, please." She begged, the tears, mixed with blood, staining the stone altar under her. She looked aside, the man's eyes were covered, she couldn't see them. She couldn't even look in the eyes of her killer.
"Please … I'll do anything. Anything!"
The man raised his hand, raising the knife. Jayla closed her eyes.
"Get me out, anybody! Get my out of this place!" She started to scream, the fear striking and marking her heart.
There was no god … There was nobody out there that could save her. Everything she had believed in, believing in that tiny spark of hope that she could be saved.
There was no god ... This world was only build on cruelty, on the darkness of the underworld.
The good were just lambs to be sacrificed one day ...
"Somebody, kill them! Kill them! I want them gone! I'll do anything, I'll give anything. My soul for the one that saves them!"

"Your soul?"

She opened her eyes and looked aside her. The man was still standing there … But it was like he was frozen. No, he was slowed down. She could still see him move, raising the knife to strike. Hearing some rustling coming from the other side, she looked over, seeing a big cloud of black smoke. Right in the middle of it, she saw two red glowing eyes. They were looking like cat eyes. That combined with a shining white grin, showing sharp fangs, made her shiver.
The smoke grinned and Jayla could hear a soft chuckle.
"So sensitive." The smoke moved closer.
"You were able to call me to this place. Your past is set, a sacrifice made. Your future is written … but you can change it."
Jayla jerked at her leather straps again, looking back at the man with the knife. He was reaching his highest point and soon would lower it.
"I … can change it. Help you to escape your faith and take revenge, the one you begged for."
Jayla looked back to the black smoke, it was almost floating right next to her.
"Can you bring my sister back?"
The smoke chuckled. "No." the voice said, purring.
"But I can lend you my power, to ease the pain in your heart and kill those that took away everything from you. In return … I only want your soul when you have completed your revenge. Do you accept my offer?"
The girl looked back up, the knife was lowering.
"I wouldn't wait too long … time can not be stopped."
She swallowed. She couldn't believe this was happening, but she would grab each thin hair of hope to be saved, to escape this and ti take revenge on those that did this to her.
Jayla looked back. "Yes, I accept." Her voice was determined. She hated them, she hated them! She wanted them dead, dead for what they took away!
"Good …" the voice purred.
"Now, this seal shall be the sign of our contract." Jayla saw a black hand with long nails. Inside, a purple mark was burning like a flame.
"The more visible it is, the stronger your command shall be."
"On my hand …" Jayla replied. "On my left hand, the one I reach you to make the contract."
The shade grinned.
"As you please." He flicked with his hand, the seal moved and burned itself in Jayla's hand, who screamed of the burning pain in her skin, like her soul was marked.
"Now .. What is your first command?"
Jayla sighed, looking up again, the point of the knife was reaching her stomach. She heard the soft and slow dripping of the blood, coming from her sisters altar.
"Kill them … Everyone of this damned group, Kill them all!"
"Yes … My Lady!"