The Scryer ✔️

~The Calm Before the Storm~

I had begged David to let me see John before the coroner took his body away and I will never, ever forget the look on his face...anger...lots of anger. In death, my husband was going to be a force to be reckoned with. I was so thankful that his anger was not directed toward me.

Alexander and I ended up staying with David and his family that night. He had his driver fetch Chewy and Simba and we lived in his son's bedroom until such time as I could manage to return to the house. I had to return to my house to get clothing for John's funeral though and I felt John's presence long before I saw him. I also knew I wasn't ready to return...the energies in the house were too heavy and I knew that I'd need help to clear it all.

I walked into our bathroom and turned on the lights so that I could gather my things. I saw his toothbrush and his horrid toothpaste...he likes the gels, where as I prefer an actual paste. I opened the drawers where his toiletries were stored; his deodorant, the gel for his hair, an unopened bottle of body-wash...

Hannah...

I closed my eyes.

Hannah....

"We are burying you today," I told him. "The babies will be with you. I hope that's alright?"

Thank you. How did you know that I wanted them with me? In my coffin, Hannah...They were mine. I know they were.

I could feel his preternatural arms circle my waist from behind as his chin rested in the crook of my neck and I bolted from the bathroom, hearing him wailing his lament in the form of my name from everywhere.

I had decided to lay the boys to rest with him as my heart broke at having seen them laying in their tiny caskets, yes, it was the right thing to do. Besides it's what John wanted. They both looked as if they were sleeping and I knew it was the right decision to place them together in the same casket, not just the same grave site. John however...his face was not peaceful-looking at all...He was pissed and I remember thinking: God help us all...

People from the firm arrived at the funeral home, the first being Ann and her son; the woman was absolutely beside herself with grief...you'd have thought that he had been her husband. And it got me to wondering if she was the one who had tipped him off about Purson? Surely, she would have known about the Demon King, seeing as she was one of the "Others"...

All but a few people were left when I walked up to the casket to gaze upon the face of my beloved for the last time. I held his hand and stroked his face. And then, I felt someone standing beside me.

"I am sorry for your loss, Hannah," he said quietly. "I truly am."

I recognized the voice immediately as Lucifer's.

"Thank you," I said.

"None of this was supposed to happen. None of it. Listen, if there is anything that I can..."

"Give me Purson," I said bluntly.

He pulled me to the side. "I'd say that he's already yours, Hannah."

I looked up into his eyes and I watched a smile play on his face.

"And this is why I'm the devil," he said in a low voice.

"Hannah," my Mam said from behind me. "Come along now...it's time to go..."

I watched him turn his head and smile at her. "Why, hello Abigail. So good to see you again, save for the unhappy circumstances. You're looking quite fit," he purred. "How long has it been? "Thirty, forty years?" I felt my blood run cold through my veins...he knew my mother...