Chapter 43. Azarial

His skin crawled and his bones and muscles screamed of a horror unseen.

“She’s everywhere!” Daryl breaks into a silly laugh, repeatedly.

Dave thought to himself for a while. His face has turned blank with no idea of what to do next. The life of always watching his back isn’t the type of life he has hoped for his twins.

He steeled his failing nerves and breathed out a puff of cold air. He tightened his hand into a fist and stroke Dave in the jaw. “What does she has to do with Mary!”

He chuckled. “Everything,” he muttered. It’s beginning to feel like he’s enjoying the beat down. “Whatever you do now can’t stop her.”

Back in the land of the dead, Azarial lied to Mary. What she did to her back then after saving her from the clandestine wolves sent to recapture her wasn’t for Mary’s own good. Instead, it was for Azarial’s good. She marked Mary’s soul.

“Release Mary, now!” Dave growled. His hate for Daryl has never been lesser. When he heard of his deat