7.
“You do not look well,
Doctor Edward, despite your early retirement. Do not despair. Your existence
for so long was due to the nutrients provided.” Elizabeth smiled. “You are a
doctor, and preserving life is your work. Well, I am providing you the elixir
of life. Oh, was I repeating myself here?”
“Pardon me, Doctor. It must
be age catching up.” The lady of the house looked at the guest. “How are you
today?”
The figure there, kept
behind the metal bars of the cage, looked up.
“Better? I trust you are,
Doctor.” Elizabeth approached the metal-barred enclosure.
“Are you getting bored? It
is unfortunate that Doctor Landis could not wait for my hospitality, or you
would have company. Her heart failed her at her older age. Wallace took his own
life rather suddenly. If only I could have gotten to them in time. The elixir
would have saved them. Aha, death has its own deadline.”
“Ms. Landis would have been
a good companion? She is a depraved virgin. Oh, yes. You will savour that.”
Elizabeth said. “If I had known that you and my …… adopted mother were lovers
earlier …… Is my aunt with you …… Did she? Laughable but ironic for me to know
so much later. You are a naughty man there. Your speeches on morality and being
filial. Imagine it then if the hidden knowledge was known to the Society. It
will be sacrilegious to them, and probably both of you would have been staked
and burned.”
“But… it was not disclosed.
Those are the letters you wrote to my aunt. Imagine my horror when I discovered
all the letters you wrote to the bitch. How explicit could you ……. Pen down
those lines.” Elizabeth laughed. “I had to take several baths to clean myself
after the reading. You outshone what I did.”
“Shameful” may not be the
word to say it. I was pale in details to your …… defiance on the act of love.”
Elizabeth smiled. “Or was it … real sex? Yet, my aunt talks about purity……. Yet
illicit sex?”
“Oh, it is very unfortunate,
Esquire Irwin Wallace… sinful retributions will never be known. He shot himself
in the head. We will never know of his fetish. He, as I was told, is interned
in Hell now along with Ms. Landis.”
“Let me…die…please. Why did
you make me…?” The figure there pleaded. “Sent me to Hell.”
“Hell, Doctor, Hell will be
like Heaven compared to here,” Elizabeth said. “I am not the same… not the lady
you peeked at when I was eight in the bathroom nor the silly teenager who
hugged you at Christmas. I am no more that anymore. I am now Elizabeth Muriel.
Thanks to my strength, I am alive once more. I want to see you suffer. All
three of you but two were unreached by me except you.”
“Liz, you are mad.” The
figure shouted. “You are as crazy as your …… aunt.”
“Presumably, I am, but you
will endure the pain here. Am I not right, Beezer?” Elizabeth looked to the far
corner of the cellar.
“Yes, Mistress.” The demon
appeared from the dark corner. “He will suffer.”
“Have you done our task,
slave?” Elizabeth asked.
“I was to……” Beezer replied.
“Now induce on the guest
here. He needs to be fed.”
“Mother of God, stop!” The
doctor screamed when the demon approached it. It slipped through the metal bars
as if they were not there and approached the figure.
“Your daily feed is here.”
Beezer with his right hand grabbed the figure by the jaw and pried open the
mouth. His left hand then produced the slugs that were dropped into the mouth.
“Replenish your soul now.”
Beezer saw the slugs get swallowed into the doctor. The slugs worked their way
into the body, and then excoriating pain coursed through it. The doctor
screamed out, but there was no sound from the voice. It was screaming inside
its soul. The slugs have reached the soil. It will feed on there and give
sustenance to the body to survive. With the body fed, the lifeform will remain
intact.
The demon will torment the
doctor further on his own time. He regretted his banishment there by his
master, Beelzebub, for failing to extort the exchange from Ernest Frankenstein.
When Ernest died, Beezer went for the next soul he was to exchange with, but
the lady was a witch. Her sisters were together and defied the demons’ wrath.
It was the intervention of his master, who snatched one of the sisters away.
And laid siege to the mansion.
“We will battle them all.”
Beelzebub made the call. “No one reneges on the exchange.”
The master of the demons
then looked at Beezer.
“You are banished for your
failure and will never return to the realm. Never call me Master ever.”
The pleading of the demon was not heeded.
“Beezer, I will hear no
more.” It was a move that was then ten mortal years ago.
“You failed, Beezer.”
Beelzebub told the demon. “But the coven is weakened. We will battle the coven
when they are weakened and take victory then.”
A siege was laid, but
victory eluded them.
Beezer looked to the lady
departing the cellar, and it smiled. It offered his servitude to the mistress
in exchange for the protection there. She was no ordinary mortal lady; she was
the daughter of a warlock.
The rival to the sisters.
And she is mad.
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