"What's going on?", Emily asked, as she stared at the demon woman and Imp. She held Margaret's right hand, as if she wanted confirmation that this was a dream.
"I don't know", answered Margaret.
"I am Lillith. I have come from the Abyss of Hell itself. We were summoned by someone...and the tolls of Satan's Bells. So much blood; so much death...Now, tell me, what's your names?", Lillith asked. She waited patiently.
"Emily...An' Margaret...We're orphans...An' now Miss Mabel adopted us", Emily said.
"Indeed. Now, you'll be working for us", Lillith said.
"But Miss Mabel...", Margaret begun.
"She's dealt with", the Imp said.
"What do you mean?...", Margaret asked, concerned.
"I mean she's dead. She didn't survive the hearing of Satan's Bells before I stopped it. Sad, I know", Lillith answered.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!", Margaret and Emily yelled, and they cried.
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The London Ripper (Book Four)
HorrorIn 1888, prostitutes Mary Kelly and Annie Chapman try to survive London Town's East End and Whitechapel, as Chief Frederick Abberline and others investigate new murders, orphans Margaret and Emily find new friends in the Village, as the demons and...
