The book was safe. She was going to call a priest to sanctify the place. Even if Karl managed to get back from Hell which was highly unlikely, there was no way he would be able to get through a sanctified safe and get to that book.
She pulled out the Nokia smartphone she had just acquired from her pocket and dialled a number from the contact list.
A heavily accented voice answered at the third ring.
“The council needs to meet as soon as possible,” she said quietly. “I have a message to relay to everyone.”
“I'll notify all the council members and get back to you within the hour,” the man at the other end replied. “Mind if I ask, is it bad news?”
“I have no way of telling.”
“Very well.”
The line went dead and she put the phone back into her pocket. There was no need to worry. With the resources Heaven and Hell can provide and their determination to forestall any plans by Karl Finch or anyone who follows in his path, the book would forever remain safe and the balance of creation would be maintained.
Picking up the handset from the phone on her desk, she punched a number.
“Mr. Fisher's office.” the voice of Dan's secretary came through.
“Tell Dan to come to my office right away.” she said.
“Yes Ms. McBride.” the secretary recognized the voice on the other end of the line without any introductions.
Cathy replaced the handset on the cradle. The book was safe. Maybe she can indulge herself just a bit. She had pushed herself too hard over the years. Maybe the demon's suggestion may come in handy.
A knock came on the door and Dan poked his head into the office. She couldn't help noticing the excitement and tension he was struggling to hide.
“Come on in Dan.” she said, then flashed a smile.
Dan noticed it wasn't one of her mandatory business smiles. This one looked genuine and how beautiful she looked with it. He would always remember that smile for as long as he lived.
The old church stood there broken and forgotten as grass and trees covered it from sight. People rarely came towards this part of the village and nobody knew what had happened inside the church many years ago. The villagers simply went about their business without a care in the world.
The cemetery had remained undisturbed since after that night. Once in a while some kids would come to play around it. Grasses and weed had grown all over the place except for a small clearing where no plant seemed to be able to survive in.
On some nights, the ground will quiver slightly and a cry would ring out from beyond. It had weakened as the years went by as stronger forces kept the great evil buried underneath the earth from breaking out.
There have been regular visits to the burial site over the years by members of the Brotherhood and agents of the church to ensure the grave remained intact. On such visits, more containment spells and prayers would be made by both sides over the grave ensuring that what was buried in it would never find its way out.
The fate of all mankind and all of creation depended on The Warlock never regaining freedom and both sides were very concerned that he remained dead and buried than roaming the face of the earth ever again.
Over that spot where his body was laid to rest, not a single plant grew over it. It remained bare as the day his remains were laid in it. Once, a lone figure was seen by a very drunk villager making its way through the bushes towards the old cemetery. The man could have sworn the figure had large wings but he decided it must have been the alcohol clouding his mind.
When Heaven and Hell are faced with a common enemy that threatens their existence, an alliance must be formed to overcome the greatest threat to creation as we know it
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