The Thirteen Hours of Halloween… Hour ….

The man prepares for what is to come. He knows just who the creature has summoned. As the ground begins to shake and heat up, the cleric continues his transformation.

Great wings appear from the giant crevice. Slowly an entire creature emerges. The new creature is much larger than the one who had been toying with them all of this time. Bright red, long wings, and the heat of a volcano emanating from it. The cleric hesitates momentarily as the full magnitude of this beast emerges.

The clock on the tower, ticked away. The seconds edging ever closer, to midnight. Ana Marie had made her way finally back to the church. As she stood staring at what was occurring on the hill, she worried if her father would die. His words, then replayed in her head. “Do not worry for me. Get back to the church and leave this god forsaken battle to me. I will see you again my dearest. Remember I love you. Always.” Ana Marie then slumped to the ground, exhausted from the night’s events. Slowly she began to search through the graveyard, for the portal. She would do as her father had asked, she would find her way out, even if she lost him in the war which was about to commence.

“Leave here Satan!” The man and cleric exclaim together. And this time they meant just that. The creature that had materialized, was the devil himself. This lesser demon’s master. In fact, the master of all evil.

“You think you can dismiss me so callously?” The devil questioned. “I have more strength here, than you. This graveyard is full of souls you men gave to me. Witches, I believe you called them.”

Suddenly it was apparent just where Ana Marie had landed, when she came through the portal. Somehow she had wander, or more so was drawn to the hill by the beast who longed for her pure soul. The very hill that had been lost in time, and harbored the bodies of those who had been accused of witch craft. No crosses adorned the graveyard to protect those innocents who lost their lives to the ignorance of the men of that time. Their souls had been the first meal of this lesser beast.

“You have no right to the child.” The cleric states. “She will is on her way out. Her father and I will see to it.”

At this the devil scoffs. “You have nothing on me Jedidiah. Nothing can save you here. Not your cross, not your faith, not your god. I will have you all, and nothing can save you.”

Tick, Tick, Tick……

Jedidiah knew something the devil didn’t. His time was limited. “Clarence, stay strong. We can do this. Hold tight to your faith.” The cleric commanded of the man. Clarence did just that. He knew if he failed, it would be all over for everyone, including his beloved child.

The devil caught sight of the girl, by the church. “You fool.” He hissed at his minion. “She is pure. She is who we need. The others are mere pawns, toys. They are tarnished. Even the cleric.”

Tick, Tick, Tick……

Jedidiah then took action. His cross, glowed just as he. His size was massive, however in comparison to the devil, he looked to be a mere child. Nonetheless, he began the battle for the life of Ana Marie, against the devil. Words were weapons, along with talons, and crosses. A bloody mess was on the horizon, as the clock closed in on the night. Time was on the side of good, and just as the clock began to chime midnight, Ana Marie found what she searched for. She stood staring, before making her way back down into the hole. Her hand traced the words… Our beloved daughter. Ana Marie Flores. June 1,2009 to October 30,2025. Her life stolen before she had a chance to live it. She will live on forever in our hearts. May her eternal soul rest in peace. Love Mom and Dad.

This couldn’t be right. She couldn’t be dead, she was just talking to her father. She can feel the blood escaping from the gash on her forehead. A voice came to her. A voice of peace and calm. A voice which lead her into the hole. Inside, she found her eternal resting box. The beautiful flowers painted on it, the satin interior, the pictures of all her loved ones lined it. Ana Marie, crawled inside. She laid her head down on the soft pillow, closed her eyes, and returned to the eternal slumber she had begun not so long ago.

The clock chimed midnight, just as Ana had returned to her grave. Suddenly things began to unravel for the devil. His time on this alternate portion of earth had run out. He and his demon were sucked back down into the great void, which had allowed his entrance to this world. Clarence and Jedidiah stood, bloodied and exhausted from their battle.

“All Hallows Eve,” Jedidiah states. He has no place on earth on such a holy day.

“You knew it the whole time?” One of the only villagers left asked.

“I did.” Jedidiah answered. “Time was on our side.”

“And what of him?” Another asked pointing to Clarence.

The cleric smiled. “He will return to his time.”

“He is dead, he must find his grave as well.”

“Are you so sure about that John?” The cleric questioned.

The villager shook his head. Confusion mixed with exhaustion, he honestly had no real recollection of what had taken place over the last few hours, let alone how the man had appeared.

“Come Clarence. I will help you return to your family.”

“First, I need to do something. He bent and collected the crosses from the ground. Clarence then set out to the church. When he arrived, he opened up his daughter’s casket, and there sleeping her eternal sleep, was Ana Marie. Clean and beautiful once again, the battle wounds and scars of the evening gone. Clarence carefully raises his daughter up in his arms, then places the cross he had worn around his neck around hers. He places another strong iron cross in her hands. He then kisses her forehead, and says his goodbye once again.

 

©2015 ML Steele

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