Souls Entwined Through Time

The Pope sends a blade of green smoke at Alex who slices through it. Raising his arms, the Pope chants harder. The green water rises and completely envelops Alex's body. He drops his sword, which instantly disappears.

Alex is drowning and burning! The water fills his lungs, searing his insides. He thrashes about in agony. His screams are muffled as he tries to fight through the water.

Felicia watches on in horror. She can't see what's happening to him, but she can sense his life force fading. He's dying right in front of her.

So is Liam!

"No! No! Alex! Liam!" Felicia curses the weakness that still keeps her sprawled on the ground. She grasps Liam's hand and tries to heal him, to rouse him, nothing happens.

The Pope walks over laughing and squealing merrily like a child opening a present. How could the Devil sound so innocent?

Standing over Felicia, he nudges her over with his foot, separating her from Liam. Kneeling down, he strokes her hair away from her face and smiles with triumph. "You are so beautiful. You remind me so much of my dear Moniqua. Such a shame she betrayed me. If she had chosen differently, then I would be your father."

Felicia's eyes widen in shock and disgust. 

"Yes, dear Saintess. Moniqua was meant to be mine, tsk! If not for her pesky morality, we could have conquered everything together. I have never loved anyone, but I certainly loved her." He pinched Felicia's cheek until she bled. She shuddered.

"Impossible to believe, I know. Nobody was more shocked than me. And she didn't appreciate it! Didn't appreciate me! I would have granted her access to my body, instead she chose that feeble minded idiot who couldn't even keep her safe." He laughed some more.

"You helped her...Tyren! She was the one--"

"Yes," the Pope nodded, beaming. "Such a smart girl! Your father is completely useless, isn't he?"

Felicia's head snapped to the side when she felt a sharp pain in her spirit. Not her pain. Alex's. She felt the pain of her brother and Guardian who was waning with every passing second. She needed to do something! But what!? She brought them down here with no plan and now they were going to die over her mistake!

She sobbed bitterly.

Her tears broke when the Pope slapped her. "Look at me when I'm talking to you, Moniqua! I've missed you. Haven't you missed me?!"

Before she could respond, he lifted her head and planted his lips on her in an aggressive kiss.

Felicia's lashes fluttered. Good grief! This man was sicker than she thought! Her poor mother! What kind of person had she gotten entangled with?

She tried to turn her head away but she was no match against his grip. All that time spend strength training and this is what she had to show for it? She could do nothing more than be a victim and take it?

The Pope shoved his tongue into her mouth and pushed it as deep as he could. Felicia felt his tongue grow longer in her mouth and touch the back of her throat, moving further. Her eyes rolled back into her head as a viscous substance dripped from his tongue and down her gullet. 

What is he doing? Is he trying to kill me? Tears flowed from her eyes.

Just as she was about to pass out, the Pope pulled back, his tongue taking longer to come out. She saw that it was long enough to touch his chest before it shrunk. 

"I had expected a better fight from you and your crew." He caressed her lips as he spoke. "How pathetic this is. You really came down here thinking you could best me with no plan in place, Moniqua. Only this time I've caught you, haven't I?"

He placed a finger on Felicia's chest. A strong current of pain passed through her. It was more painful than the burn of his touch. Her body jerked and twisted violently as she tried to evade him. The Pope held her more tightly as he completed his spell. When he finally lifted finger, Felicia's body drooped. 

I'm going to die. We're all going to die. This is it. We failed. I failed. 

Through her fading consciousness, she saw the water prison holding Alex break apart. His body hit the ground with a loud splash and a mundane thud. She could not see exactly what he looked like but she knew he was dead. She could no longer sense him or his magic.

"No..Alex.." Her voice was but a broken whisper.

The Pope chuckled, propping her up against his shoulder. He bit her throat and sucked on her hard. His hand moved over her chest, her breasts, holding, squeezing, fondling, violating....

Felicia thought about her dead mother. She thought about Alex. She thought about Liam. She thought about Cordelia. She thought about Constantine. She thought about Hildegarde. Finally she thought about her dear foolish father who's mind and heart were suffering under the weight of so much manipulation and false information. She did not hate him. Never had. She loved him and felt sorry for him. Always would. 

If only I could get the chance, I would hug him tightly and tell him. 

All of them have and will suffer because of this monstrous man. He's the primary cause. Not Helena. Not Tyren. No, this man. This demon who's living as a puppeteer. 

The Pope's hands moved lowered, yanking up her skirt. At the first contact his fingers made with her undergarments, an intense fury coursed through Felicia. The memory of what he'd done to her body in her previous life flashed through her mind.

How dare he?! 

HOW DARE HE!?

Her eyes snapped open, glowing a solid white. She snatched his hand in hers and felt her power build.

The Pope's lust filled eyes briefly widened in shock before an immense blast from within Felicia sent him flying back.