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Dancin' With the Devil
by
Moon Mistress
a/k/a
Lisa Beth Darling

There's a little black spot on the sun today
(That's my soul up there)
It's the same old thing as yesterday
(That's my soul up there)
There's a black hat caught in a high tree top
(That's my soul up there)
There's a flag-pole rag and the wind won't stop
(That's my soul up there)

King of Pain

The Police

December 15
18 years ago
Norwich State Hospital, Norwich, Connecticut

Chapter Six

"Who are you?" Calla stammered as she tried to wriggle out of his grasp.

"Aw, nawh, w’eres my good man’as?" David smiled at her while keeping a firm hold on the squirming woman. "Puhlese, ‘low me ta iner’duce m’self, I’m David, Danny’s olda brotha, so nice ta meet yew...sis." The bag dropped from his hand as he reached out to trace the outline of her neck. "Been a real puh-leasure fucking yew, ya’ll know dat, don‘cha? Loads and loads o’ fun. But I want you ta do sump’thin for me, right now." David moved in closer to her and Calla tried to turn her head away from him but he caught the back of her neck and held her where he wanted her. David smiled for her. "Say it for me, right now. Master David. C'mon Callie, say it." The hand at the back of her neck gave a harsh squeeze. "Say it." He demanded.

"No, only Daniel is Master." Calla tried to stay strong as her heart raced in her chest and sweat broke out on her cold body. "You are no one." She shook her head at him. "Only Daniel!"

The hand on her forearm reached under the wool of her coat and slid over her breasts. "Danny's dead." David whispered hot in her ear as he pulled himself in close to her. "I killed him."

"No! You lie!" Calla pushed against him in an attempt to shove him off of her. It was no good, between her aching bleeding knee, twisted ankle, and frozen joints, she didn’t have a prayer in hell and she knew it. "I feel him." Calla whispered. “I feel Daniel.”

"Do you?" He threatened as his fingers closed around her left nipple, Calla drew in a harsh breath as she tried to cringe away from his touch. . "Danny was s’posed to go see the Noks ta’day, right?" David asked. "He n’ver made it to the Noks, Callie, he n’ver made it to the base this mornin’." David came in closer and licked the outline of her ear as he whispered. "I killed him, slit his scrawny throat and dumped his body in a lake." He felt her shiver and heard her cry out. David stepped away from her. "All you feel is me."

Noks? Was that where Daniel had been going today? To see Lya or Maeve? How did this one know? "I don't believe you." She hissed at him and then shoved at him again. "You're a liar, Sa'Tan Daniel lives!"

David tightened his grip on her. "C'mon, Callie, show me how bad you can be, hum? Keep fighting me. I'll show you how bad I can be." David's voice was sinister. "Danny's dead and that means I’m your Master now. So say it, Master David." The fingers twisting her nipple turned into talons as they stretched the skin to its maximum, twisted it harshly and then let it go. "He's dead. Nawh you be a good gurl and do what I tell you. You can't hurt me, Callie, now that he's gone, you need me."

"I don't want you." She cried as she tried to hold back the tears. "I'll never want you."

"Aw, c’mon, nawh, Callie, I want you. Dat’s mo’ran enuff fo’ me."

"It's not for me!" Calla hissed through gritted teeth and shoved at him one last time with both arms. Her right arm shrieked its disapproval at such harsh action but David's grip loosened and then eased altogether. Calla lost her precarious balance and went tumbling down the cement stairs to the landing below. She took the brunt of the fall on her spine as she went down the unforgiving steps. Up on the second floor she saw the look of surprise on the Imposters’ face as he looked disbelievingly at his empty arms. She hit the landing hard, her head bounced off the cold cement, stars flashed across her eyes and fresh blood began to emerge from her skull. Before she could breathe or think she saw him bounding down the steps after her. Calla scrambled for the last set of stairs as his hand reached out and grabbed a handful of auburn hair but it was too late, she threw her weight forward and tumbled out of his reach and down the last five stairs to the vacant first floor below, leaving him with nothing more than a fistful of her hair.

“You best be gettin’ back ‘ere, gurl.”

Calla clawed desperately at the broken glass and fallen plaster on the floor below her in a pitiful attempt to rise but her knee wasn’t having any of it. “Daniel!” She cried softly as she crawled through the ruins of the old building with David close behind her. “Please, Sa'Tan Daniel!”

David’s hand clamped down on her neck with a vicious bite. “Danny kain’t help yew now.” David began dragging her down the littered hallway by her hair. Calla screamed and clawed at the flesh of his hand with her good arm as she tried to get away from him. “Such a bad gurl, Callie. Gots ta teach ya sum man’ers, missy.”

Down the decrepit hallway to a large room with three large picture windows, or they had been picture windows when they were new, now they were nothing more than sharp shards of glass resting among the plaster, dry wall, bits of floor and a mass of trash that vagrants had left as their calling cards. In the oversized room there were three metal frame beds sans mattresses, their cold steel frames stark and shining in the moonlight like the jaws of some giant monster ready to gobble up whatever passerby happened to be unlucky enough to enter the unfeeling room.

With no words or sound at all, David dragged her to the far end of the room beneath the windows and dumped her into a pile of broken glass. "Don't move." He demanded as he loomed over her and opened the black carrying case. "Looky wot I got." He produced a pair of police issue handcuffs and length of rope which he held in the same hand. "Oh, we’se gonna have a hot time in the ol town tonight, yessir, missy, we’se certainly are." Reaching down quickly, he grabbed hold of Calla's lapel and yanked upward harshly. The small woman tumbled out of the coat. One article of clothing down, David sat his full weight on her pelvis as his greedy hands reached out and ripped off the green cardigan sweater to reveal a very lovely and lacy matching bra. "Pretty." In one quick motion the bra was gone, ripped in half, he tossed it across the room and grabbed for her wrists.

"No," she begged beneath him. "Please, only Daniel." She mumbled. "Only Master Daniel."

David chuckled as he leaned in and brought his face in closer to hers, he could see the fear in her eyes, hell he could smell it coming off of her in hot waves. "Master David." One cuff clamped down on her wrist. "Be a good gurl and say it, Callie." He demanded through gnashed teeth as he reached for the arm which lay limp at her side, it was slick with blood from her palm, his hand slipped off at first but Calla made no attempt to move it away from him and it was then he realized she couldn't. Her right shoulder lay far lower on the ground than her left, it twisted and distorted in an unnatural way. Nah, Callie wouldn't be using that arm anytime in the near future. David smiled a crooked and gnarled smile in the pale moonlight then grabbed the wounded hand and jerked it upward as hard as he could. Calla screamed below him and he settled his weight on her again. "Master David." He repeated and clamped the cuff onto her wrist.

Calla lay half-naked, his weight on her chest pushing her further on the broken glass and sharp bits of plaster, they bit into the flesh at her back and then tore downward when he moved her. It crushed the air from her lungs making it so very difficult to breathe and everything hurt, everything ached, everything was spinning too far out of control. In the dim light, Calla looked up to see Daniel's face over her, it was twisted and contorted with anger, she saw the darkness in Daniel’s cold eyes as he carefully looped one end of the rope around the chain links on the handcuffs. There was no mistaking the danger in Daniel’s voice when he spoke to her; "Stay right there. I'll be right back." Holding onto the other end he walked the two feet to the cast iron radiator under the window. The rope was just a bit too short, with both hands he yanked hard on it, Calla's body rose at the other end and she gave out another shout of agony. The rope slackened and David secured it to the radiator before returning to where she laid.

"Hey, you know what, Callie?" David swiped at the base of his nose which had begun to run from the cold and mold in this place. The Brothers Jackson both suffered from allergies and his eyes were beginning to swell just the tiniest bit as he sneezed. "Yaw dad'dy taught me a trick. You wanna see it?" David plopped down on the floor next to her as he reached for the button on her jeans. "It's a good one, I think yaw gonna like it." Greedy hands torn the denim jeans from her hips, down her waist, past her thighs and over her knees. "Ooh, now dat looks like it hurts." David commented in a dry voice as he yanked the material past the swollen knee and she gave out another cry. The sound of it made him smile. "Watch this." David tossed his own coat aside and pulled the sweater over his head, he watched her eyes well with at the sight of the clean skin on his right shoulder. Reaching into the black bag he drew out a large syringe and uncapped it with his teeth.

"No." She protested and tried to wiggle away from him. The mark between her now bare and frozen breasts begun to glow.

"Yeah." David winked at her in the dark. "Looks like we'se gon' have us some cump'ny, hey gurl?" His cold hand ran over her grandfather's mark, he settled the point of the syringe over it. “Maybe paw’s comin’ ta pay us a l’il visit.”

"Don't!” Calla cried as she shook with cold and fear. Though there were shards of glass biting through the flesh at her back, between her shoulders and into the space just above her buttocks, she couldn't feel the pain only the pressure they made as they sunk deeper and deeper into her and more of her blood spilled onto the cold concrete floor. Through cold or fear, or perhaps both, Calla’s body had reached a point of being comfortably numb. There was no more strength or air in her lungs left to scream with, looking up into the eyes she had once loved so much, the stinging needle settled itself into the place by her heart. What Daniel had given her was now taken away. "Danny." She mumbled as her eyes closed and her body lay still below her Master's brother.

Somewhere, back there, beyond the pain and the cold, beyond the numbness and fear, there was a voice.

Calla opened her eyes and looked up as the needle was removed; David capped it and put it back into his special bag of tricks. "There now, that's better, isn't it?" He teased. "Poor little Goddess, all her power is gone now." David slid his belt open and freed his hard cock. "All of her hope is gone."

"Only Danny." She whispered as she felt him settle over her once more.

"Look at me." David shook her jaw until her eyes opened again and she was staring into his eyes

Danny's eyes

"Say it, now."

Daniel's voice in her mind, his eyes staring back at her. Those terribly cold and angry eyes. “Master Da...”

In one merciless action he pinned her knees to her shoulders, and thrust himself deep inside of her.

Daniel kept his eyes shut tight and drew in a hard breath when the pain began in his lower regions. Teal'c voice in his mind, telling him he was just a by-stander and that's all, he tried desperately to keep hold of that thought as he reached out to her. It was so horrendously difficult to push past the pain and overriding sense of fear. Daniel swore that for the rest of his life he would never again say anything about ‘natural selection’ or ‘survival of the fittest’, rape was rape; it didn’t matter when it happened, it was wrong and it was brutal.

Just a by-stander. Not really there. Just watching. He reminded himself while he drew in a deep breath and held tighter to the doll in his hands. Calla, I know you can hear me.

There was no reply to his plea but Daniel felt himself being pulled away from the car, away from where he sat moving at a snail’s pace down the four lane highway. Everything around him was quiet and still, no one screamed.

As though he were sitting in the last balcony row, the lights around him dimmed, it seemed as though he could see a pair of heavy red velvet curtains part, the lights on the screen came up. Only this time when they did, he was no longer sitting in the balcony but was part of a Major Motion Picture.

Wherever this very strange movie was being filmed, it was dreadfully cold. Wind which should have been outside was not, it howled through the open windows and plasterless walls around him. It smelled old and rotten in this place, the pervasive sense of being watched clung to him and he could not shake it. Daniel began to walk down the corridor in front of him; it was lined with windows which were nothing more than sharp shards of glass clinging to life. The wind howled and the snow drifted in.

She was here, somewhere in this dismal place, Daniel could feel her and he needed only to follow his feet in order to find her, he let them lead the way. There was a voice coming from the end of the hallway, a familiar voice. “Look at me! Say it!” It said. Daniel recognized the voice as his own but with a heavy southern accent. Hesitantly he peered into the doorway to behold the sight of David pinning a broken, bleeding and bonded Calla to the floor, he was inside of her, brutalizing her, raping her. Calla did not cry out, just as he always knew she would not. All those nights he had held himself back from the dark thoughts in his mind, back from doing things like this to her. David? No, not David. He was clearly enjoying himself. Daniel's legs grew more unsteady with each step he took towards where she lay on the floor looking up at his brother and seeing Daniel's face. Her arms were held up behind her head by a pair of handcuffs and length of rope, David had offered her no slack. They stretched her wounded shoulder past the breaking point. Rough hands on her knees pitched their weight forward and pushed her own weight ruthlessly onto her chest, it became so very hard to breathe. The knee which faced him was badly distorted and he could see the bone jutting from it. There was blood everywhere. There were pools of it at her head, her side, and her leg. Still, she fought against him as best she could. Her body wriggled as she pulled at the restraints on her wrists and tried to use her good leg to push him away from her. David smiled with delight as he pushed harder inside of her and pulled her body closer to him, further away from the radiator, the handcuffs bit into her wrists.

Danny? Her voice was small and hurt.

Shhhh. I’m here. Daniel brought his hand down over her eyes to close them and keep her from staring at David any longer. Don’t look at him, Calla. It was such an incredibly selfish thing to say to her but it was the first thing which came to his mind as he looked on the scene, even Daniel saw himself over her and not David. What and who was she seeing there? Please, don’t look at him. But Daniel did, he took a very long and hard look at his brother. “I’m gonna rip your throat out, Davy.” Daniel muttered as they drove down the road.

O’Neill looked over at him and reached out to him. “Do not touch him, O’Neill, “ Teal’c said, “he has found her. Leave him be.”

Both in the car and his mind, Daniel reached out with both hands to grab his brother and missed. The doll slipped from his hands. It seemed that in both places he had no power, he was only a by-stander.

Sam reached over the backseat, grabbed up the rag doll, and put it back in his arms.

Just as it had begun to fade from his mind, Daniel was overcome by the reality and viciousness of the scene. He could do nothing against his brother here. But he had felt the iciness of her skin when he closed her eyes. Guilt and grief in his heart, in his mind Daniel reached down to touch her again and she was cold, oh so very cold. Her eyes opened and she looked up at him, the pain in her eyes was unbearable to gaze upon. Daniel reached out to close them again. He could do nothing to stop what David was doing to her but he could offer her comfort and hope. In his mind, Daniel settled himself on the long forgotten floor and held her as close to himself as he could.

In the car his arms reached out and he brought a non-existent woman close to his heart. Daniel’s hand moved slowly up and down from his neck to chest, as though he were stroking her head. But it was only the doll in his arms.

I’m coming, I’m so close to you. Hold on. Was he really going to tell her this? It seemed so wrong. Don’t fight anymore, Calla. Please don’t fight him anymore, you’re too weak.

It was Daniel’s voice in her head, he was alive. With her eyes closed Calla could see Daniel, he was sitting next to her, and his eyes were not cold or angry but shining and warm, welcoming her to him as he brought her close to him even though his brother was doing such terrible things to her, Daniel still brought her close to her until she rested with her bleeding back against his chest and she could hear his heart beating.

thum-thumpa-thump-thump

Shhh. Listen. Daniel whispered. Listen to the sound of my heart.

Above her, with his rage far beyond his control, David continued his savage thrusting and brualizing of the woman his brother loved.

It hurts. He's hurting me. Calla cried softly in Daniel’s arms.

I know, he began to rock her slowly back and forth. Daniel had never felt so helpless in his life, not even when he watched the cover-stone fall on his parents had he felt so powerless. The only thing he could do was to hold her and watch while David ruthlessly thrust himself in and out of her. I know. Give it to me, Calla, all of it, give it to me. I’m strong, I can take it. Please, give it over to me. It won’t hurt anymore. Daniel looked over at his brother and saw the expression on his face, the clenched teeth and his eyes rolling back in his head. He can’t hold out much longer, Daniel thought as he brought her as close as he could. Christ, just fucking cum, Davey! Leave her alone!

I want to go home. Calla pleaded as her body began to give up its fight. Daniel was right, there was no fight left in her but she did not want to surrender to Master David, to give in to him and let him…..

Master David was pulling out of her now and for one brief moment she thought he was done with her and that it was over and then his arms reached down and toward her pelvis and she felt the excruciating pain of being split in two as David forced his fist inside her. “How ya like that one, Callie?” He sneered with delight.

“Someone stop him, oh please, someone stop him.” Daniel begged in a hushed whisper.

“You got something that I’ve just been itchin’ to get me a taste of, you know that?” David shoved his fist deeper into her. yes, something more than merely sweet. Something new. Some place his brother had yet to avail himself to. “Turn over, bitch.”

“No.” Calla moaned helplessly. “Please, only for Daniel. Only Daniel.”

“Only David.” He corrected with harshness. “Mine now, Danny’s not coming back.” David pulled his fist from her cunt and turned over onto her stomach, shards of glass bit into her cheek and breasts as he brought her ass up high in the air and re-inserted his fist into her aching throbbing hole. “Got me some toys, Callie, but, ah, they can wait a minute.” David’s hard throbbing cock split her ass while his fist continued its work.

“No!” Daniel screamed and opened his eyes. “Oh, God! Someone has got to stop him!”

“We will, Daniel, just stay with her.” Sam said from the back seat as she put a gentle hand on his shoulder.

Yes, that’s what he should be telling her. Stay with me, Calla. She whimpered to his request and offer of comfort. I’ll bring you home soon. I promise. Daniel wrapped his arms around her, in this position; Daniel could hold her as close as he wanted to, as close as she needed him to. Just listen to my heart. I love you, I’ll bring you home soon. At his promise he felt her go limp in his arms and watched the look of disappointment which crossed his brother’s face as she stopped squirming beneath him. Daniel sat there with her in his arms watching David (himself) attack Calla with viscous force, his own tears ran down his cheeks as he held her as close as he possibly could to himself trying to shield her to bring her away to some place safe, some place where David couldn't touch her anymore. That’s it, just give it to me. I love you and nothing he does will ever change that, Calla. I love you. Don't fight him anymore.

There was a new sensation coming to him now, no longer was he in the car nor in this cold place but he felt as though he were fading away. Fading off to some place else but there was something he had to do before he could go there. Daniel opened his eyes and looked around again. There was an odd shadow cast across the beleaguered floor, across the room were old metal frame beds which had no mattress upon them. He looked to the moonlight coming through the open windows. The windows were not open, they were broken, shattered in fact. Those strange shadows were coming from the bars across the broken glass.

“Why are there bars on the windows?”

“Get Hammond on the phone, see if he’s gotten anywhere with that abandoned building theory of Daniels.” O’Neill demanded as he drove down the highway.

There were no bars on the windows now, in fact there were no windows. No, today the sun was bright and warm and Daniel was walking alone on a little used path in the woods. Birds sang over head as they flew to their nests, in the bushes small animals hunted for food or jumped around at play. As he rounded a bend there was a woman lying on the path. Daniel bent and turned her over lightly. Calla. Her face was swollen and bruised, her arm hung useless at her side. Daniel scooped her in his arms and walked down the path looking for help. He passed no one and the sky overhead began to darken with rain clouds.

“I’m going to find some....” he looked down at the woman he was carrying but she was no longer a woman, she was a girl of about eighteen or so and her face was no longer swollen and bruised. There was fresh blood on the flimsy gauze dress as though she had unexpectedly had a rather large period. But that was not where that blood had come from. Daniel kissed the top of her head and continued his journey down the path which was becoming increasingly overgrown and difficult to walk. The first of the rains began to fall and he noticed that the burden in his arms had become exceedingly lighter than it had been. Daniel looked down once more to see the same girl he had met at the mall so many years ago and the one had seen in his dream just last night laying helpless in his arms. She was not bloody, she was not bruised or battered but the fear coming from her could be felt for miles around.

Fresh rain water soaked both of them through to the skin thunder rang out overhead as lightning ignited the sky a brilliant electric purple, before the path cleared itself of weeds and rocks. The torrential rain ceased to fall but the thunder rolled and the lightning continued to flash, Daniel came to an altar beside which stood people. One was Aphrodite; she stood there with anticipation on her face, her honey-blonde hair swept away from her hear-shaped face. The other made Daniel’s blood run cold, he held the small girl close to himself and refused to lay her upon the altar.

“Colonel we got it! The Norwich State Hospital, it’s an abandoned mental facility and it’s right across the river from the Mohegan Sun Casino.” Major Carter exclaimed from the back seat as she relayed the news she was receiving from General Hammond. “You’re kidding?!” She exclaimed. “Sorry, sir. Is that right?” She waited for a moment for his response. “Yes, got it, thank you sir. I’ll let you know when this is over.” She clicked off the phone and leaned over the front seat. Daniel was sitting calmly with his head resting against the glass, his eyes closed and he looked as though he were sleeping if it weren’t for the incessant way his hand kept stroking the air above his chest and the tears spilling effortlessly down his cheeks. “All right, here’s the bad news.” She began. “Looks like it’s a complex of roughly twenty buildings. The whole place is abandoned and has been for about ten years.” She dropped her voice low. “It’s an old asylum. From what General Hammond was telling me it’s like a small city unto itself. How we are going to find her in that?”

“We’re not,” Jack informed her, “he is.” They passed by the sign which read Mohegan Sun Boulevard This Exit and crossed the Thames River.

The pull at Daniel’s heart was almost beyond belief, she was here, somewhere in this maze of dirty discarded rooms and corridors she lay on the floor broken and bleeding, waiting for him to come and rescue her. Waiting for him to take her out of here, take her home. The hall split off now, the trail of blood lead up the stairs but the drag marks on the floor to the left told them they were down that way. Just for the merest instant, in his mind, Daniel saw her tumbling down the stairs with his brother standing over her.

There was more blood on the floor where she landed, it was smeared into the old porous floor and stuck to the drywall. As the drag-line began, the trail of crimson spread out from it on the right and another trail lay smack in the middle where her head had been. As they walked there was no echo to their footfalls, it was as though everything in this place, even the air, were dead.

Daniel caught sight of her feet through the doorway at the end of the corridor, Jack saw her too and put an arm to hold him back from running up to her. “Wait,” he whispered as he peered around the corner and noted there were two more rooms off to the left. “Go, slow.”

Daniel nodded as he walked into the lead with his gun at the ready and his eye fixed firmly on where Calla lay. The rest of the team spread out behind him keeping their eyes open for David. Creeping quietly along the derelict hallway and up to the doorway, Daniel could see her now, her wrists had cuffs on them and David had tied her to an old radiator, her mouth sealed shut with duct tape. Looking around carefully he emerged through the doorway, Calla looked up at him with fear in her eyes. For a moment he thought she thought he was David coming in for a second round but that wasn’t it. She kept looking across the room trying to tell him something with her eyes. Daniel continued forward towards where she lay helpless and waiting for him, she would not look at him. Finally Daniel followed her gaze to the open door, he drew the gun out in front of himself and kept a good eye on Calla as he walked toward her at what he hoped was a not-to-slow gait.

Daniel came up to the open door as he crossed the floor to her, his heart beat rapidly in his chest, sweat broke out on his forehead and froze into small icicles. Almost full in front of the open door way now, Daniel dropped to one knee just as the gun fired and the bullet went whizzing past his head. Daniel fired. The shot hit him just below the shoulder and it send David backward into the ancient cast iron tub behind him, the rotted shower curtain fell down, covering him with a thin layer of dust and mold. The look of surprise on David’s face was one that Daniel would never forget, he thought he had his baby brother beaten but Daniel had still managed to get the best of him.

“He’s down!” Daniel shouted as he broke into a run toward Calla who was lying still on the rotten floor, not moving and barely breathing. “Get this off her, please get this off of her,” he begged as he pulled at the rope which held her bound to the radiator. Teal’c came forward with his knife and cut the rope. Daniel removed the tape from her mouth. “I’m here. Wake up, please wake up.” He said quietly as he gently brought her arms back to her side from over her head. Daniel took off his coat and wrapped it around her; the mark between her breasts was glowing. “I’m going to take you home. It’s over now.” There was so much blood on the floor around her. Calla did not move toward him nor make any sound at all, she just lay there limp and lifeless in his arms. From down the corridor heavy footfalls were heard. “It’s over!” Daniel shouted. “I am going to take her home now.” The mark grew brighter and emitted its low droning hum. “No,” Daniel held her tight to himself as the footfalls stopped outside the door.

In the doorway stood a woman he recognized, Calla’s mother had come to claim her daughter and with her was the man he had seen in the vision. “Don’t let him touch her.” Daniel said to those around him. “Just back off. Get away from her.”

The man was the same one Daniel had seen in the vision. He was dressed in black from head to foot and wore a golden crown upon his head did not cease his pace, rather he walked straight up to where Daniel shielded Calla from his touch. “Move away from her.”

“No.”

“I don’t know who you are buddy, but if I were you, I’d back off. Now.” Colonel O’Neill threatened as he leveled the gun at the man who was threatening Daniel and Calla. They hadn’t gone through all of this and come all this way just to have some one else come along and take her away. Jack was damned if he was going to watch Daniel lose another woman. Not if he could help it.

“Yeah, hey, everybody,” Daniel said from his place on the floor, “why don’t you meet her family. This is the Lady Aphrodite, Calla’s mother and this is her dear old uncle Hades.” He looked up at the man in black, “Isn’t that right?”

“Yes, it is. Now move away from her.”

“I won’t let you touch her. You can’t have her.” As much as he was loath to do it, Daniel brought Calla’s battered body up into a tight ball so that he could lay himself over her preventing Hades from taking her.

“Sa’Tan Daniel,” Aphrodite said, “I have given you a great gift, several of them. I gave them to you because I thought you worthy and even though you disappointment me, I still believe this.” She walked carefully to Hades side. “This is my daughter, you must allow Hades near her.”

“Why?” Daniel asked sobbing as he stared up at Aphrodite. “Lady you of all people know my heart, please, don’t take her away from me.”

“She is my daughter, I love her. I am not the one who doubts your love for her. Trust me, Daniel. Move aside.”

“I love you.” Daniel kissed her cheek as he rolled away from her and watched while Hades hovered over her.

The God of Death did not touch Calla, his hand hovered a mere centimeter above her chest where Zeus’ mark glowed bright. The light from it grew brighter and descended to engulf her ribs and stomach. Soon it was so bright that it lit up the whole room and all present could see just how bleak and desolate their surroundings were. Just how much blood....

....Ichor....

Calla had lost during her ordeal with David.

Hades knelt on the ground beside his grand-niece and whispered to her. "Come child, it's time to go."

The warmly glowing place between her bruised breasts shot its light upward toward the ceiling and within the light the shape of a young girl began to appear, she grew more and more visible as the light faded into her until she stepped her own solid but small feet onto the pitted floor. "Danny!" She cried as she tossed her small arms around his neck and covered his cheek with soft little-girl kisses. "I knew you would come!" The little girl stepped away from him but held onto his hands. "Look at you!" She cried with delight. "Very handsome." She winked at him and then looked back over her shoulder at the woman who had carried her around for so many years. The woman who had kept her hidden and safe while she bore the brunt of the pain and sorrow so that she wouldn‘t have to. "She loves you," Callestah whispered to a sobbing Daniel.

End Chapter Six Of
Dancin' With the Devil
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