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One would think that having had a couple years to process the fact that demons exist and the possibility of a whole other realm would be enough, but no. I was right back where I’d been when I first met Jack. I was clinging to some semblance of sanity by my fingertips, and I could feel my grasp slipping. I wanted to scream just as loudly as Michael, but if I did, then everything was lost. We would all die and be stuck in an endless circle of torment.
I didn’t know how to react watching Michael fall apart or watching Carol tear at her own flesh and rip her ears off. It was surreal. My time with Jack had been mad and cruel, but this was Jack on steroids. I knew I needed to make it end, but who would have to die to satiate Jack’s blood lust? Could I really stand by and let Carol suffer mo
