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Moira looked down upon him and laughed, her use of the Netherworld to further her plans was proceeding remarkably well, and filling the golden Ark of Ba’al Berith with the life-forces of the demons of Hell would enable her to put the next part of her plan into operation. It is now time, she said to herself, for some theatricals, to put Rob Hinds on the scent of another paranormal case, and if the lovely Christina objected then Moira knew how to make her more compliant. Moira was already way beyond the bounds that Lord Asbaritch had laid down for her, yet Lord Lucifer had not transported her to Tartarus, he had not even warned her off, but then she was using her Satanic powers to coerce people in the mortal world, powers that she was not supposed to possess now that she was dead.
Moira came to Marchmount that night, in his dreams, and told him that he must go to their usual meeting place and she would meet him there, and to do it as soon as he had finished his breakfast, never mind any lectures he should be attending, she was going to allow him to participate in a black magic ceremony. He was to call her when he arrived at their rendezvous site.
Marchmount woke up early that morning, his mind was full of his dream, something within him knew that it had not been just another dream so he had a quick breakfast and then drove over to the country park and once there he called on Moira to attend him. His eyes glistened with excitement when he saw the plume of red smoke begin to form near to him, then the temperature fell and Moira appeared, accompanied by the usual stench of hell.
“Hello Alistair, I hope you are feeling well because I have planned an exciting day for you, first we are going to travel to my temple and then I will show you a few spells that you will soon be able to duplicate if you keep on practicing the dark arts.” Moira said to the young student. “But as with all the black magic that I will show you I insist that you assure me that you are OK with it, just for my own peace of mind. So this time you must ask me to take you to my satanic temple.”
“Please Moira take me to your satanic temple.” Marchmount managed to gasp out in excitement.
Moments later they appeared in the satanic temple beneath the chateau in France and Moira immediately set Marchmount to work making up the necessary potion in her laboratory, under her direction. When it was ready Moira pointed to the one white wall in the laboratory that had not been decorated with satanic designs.
“This is my television Alistair; you are about to watch some realty TV, the sort that the media would never be able to show, peak time or otherwise.”
Moira then lit the potion and prepared to travel to the city of Oxford in England just as Rob Hinds got out of a taxi there.
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