Chapter 277: Realm in between
Emily watched as Logan picked up something from the table, then bent down, pressing a piece of chalk against the ground. Once he started to draw with it, the chalk emitted a grating screech, making her skin crawl. The unpleasant sound persisted until he created a circle.
"I was planning to make your death quick, Emily. For old times’ sake, you know," Logan said softly as he started writing something outside the circle he had drawn. He then stood up to face her, watching her through the translucent barrier. "Speaking of old times, I missed you, Emily. Did you miss me? I heard I have been making appearances in your sweet dreams."
Emily’s expression hardened, and she remarked, "You don’t scare me, Logan." When she saw him picking up a matchbox, she stated, "Your mother will burn along with me."
Logan gave her a nod. "True, but that is fine. I don’t need my mother to look like she did before. For now, her coming back to life is more than enough for me. You did see how good I am at creating likenesses," he laughed.
Seconds ticked away, and her life dangled dangerously on the frail thread of this precarious situation. Emily wished she could do more than just sit and await her impending demise in this chair. The translucent, ice-like shield stood firm, but when Logan lit a matchstick and allowed it to fall to the ground, the circle promptly ignited into flames. The fire started to warm the shield before her, causing it to heat up.
"This is no ordinary fire, Emily. This fire is drawn from the depths of Hell," Logan informed her with a sinister smile, waiting for her to ignite.
"Bringing your mother back to life won’t divert her attention from Raylen," Emily asserted, gesturing towards him, her fingers moving silently in prayer. Please, let there be something more within me, Emily beseeched anyone who might be listening to her.
"Raylen was the one who killed her; she will choose me—she knows I am the better son. Isn’t that right, Mother?" Logan said, turning to look at his mother’s skeletal remains.
"Are you sure about that?" Emily asked, watching the ice begin to melt.
Logan didn’t like Emily’s question, and he gritted his teeth in frustration. "I will make sure your death is excruciating. Not because you’ve done anything, but if I have to pay Raylen back, I know it can only be done by hurting you. He killed my mother, taking her away from me. It is only right that I show him the true meaning of pain."
"A tortured soul from Hell is forever changed," Emily replied, and it was true. "It becomes charred."