Ordained by Devon Ashley Read Free Book Online

those dark powers. She didn’t doubt there were more powers within her she had yet to experience. She hoped to God she never did. But the darkness within her never gave up. Every time Abby inadvertently used them, she could feel the burn inside her grow stronger. Fearful the entity would pull her back to the backside of her body again, she vowed never to use them again.
    Noel, however, disagreed with her, saying the powers were given to her to be used, in moderation. “It’s not the power that’ll turn you evil, Abby. It’s the manner in which you use it. You only ever use it when you’re angry, to lash out at something or to harm someone. That in itself is the definition of dark magic. You think it’s evil because your father –” he paused as she cringed at the word, “gave it to you. If your mother had given it to you then we wouldn’t be having this argument.”
    He may have been right, but she wasn’t interested in pursuing it. It was bad enough it still came out of her on occasion.
    “Hit me.”
    “What?” Abby asked, taken aback. Her thoughts were so transfixed that she neglected to see Noel had risen before her and was standing with his arms open.
    “Hit me.”
    The thought repulsed her. “I’m not going to hit you.” She continued her pacing around his body.
    “Well, I can’t have you going out there and hitting someone else. Come on.” Noel lifted his chin and turned sideways, pointing to his face.
    “No.”
    He continued to taunt her as she paced across the room. Her head was beginning to hurt. After his fourth taunt, she finally did it. The forceful blow to his face hardly caused a flinch but the knee to the groin sent him down to the ground with a wince.
    “Thanks. That does feel better,” she said, her lips curling with satisfaction. The wooden legs screeched as she pushed the two twin beds together. She bounced up and down a few squeaky times, finally landing belly up on the hard bed, causing a loud thunk as the bed recovered. “This is gonna take a while to break in. Care to help?” she asked with a suggestive grin.
    “Not anymore,” cried Noel as he pulled himself up off of the floor.
    She felt kind of bad watching him hobble forward. “In all fairness, you did provoke me.”
    “I said hit. I said nothing about kicking.” He crawled next to her in bed.
    Abby gave her typical ‘yeah, whatever’ look.
    “And by the way, kicking hurts you in the end too. Case in point.”
    She curled up in his arms and fell lost in thought again, thinking back to the meeting not so long ago. “They kept calling me Abigail,” she said indifferently, twiddling her fingers as she followed the swirl-like pattern on the ceiling.
    “Well, that is your formal name.”
    “I don’t remember ever using it. When did I start going by Abby?”
    Noel pondered for a minute. “I don’t know. I guess I started calling you that when we were courting.”
    Abby curled deeper into Noel’s arms, burying her face in his warm neck. She always felt safe there. Despicable as it was, they had become accustomed to death through the years. The more people continued to die around them, the more they latched onto one another. Noel was her one constant in life, and she was his. She stared into nothingness, not really thinking about anything in particular, just sensing her surroundings. She still didn’t like them. There was something off about this place.
    “What’s wrong?” Noel whispered.
    “I don’t like it here. There’s just something about this place that gives me the creeps.”
    “Gee, could it be your childhood memories?” Noel asked sarcastically, followed by an immediate grunt.
    “I don’t have any. I can remember the things that happened before I came here and after I left, but I can’t remember any of the years I lived here.”
    He opened his mouth to respond, but quickly closed it again. After a moment’s hesitation, he responded with, “It was two hundred years ago, Abby. It’s natural to