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Meanwhile, back at Manor Beach . . .
“Hah! I thought I would never be rid of her,” Sáphire said as she turned and smiled at her sister.
“Who are you talking about?” Anna asked.
“That half-angel Joy,” Sáphire replied.
“What did you do, Sáphire?” Anna asked.
“Let’s just say she will be sleeping for the next twenty-four hours. By then, this will all be over, and Lucifer’s reign will begin,” Sáphire cheered.
“You mean we won?” Anna questioned, sad and happy at the same time, not sure which face to show.
“Of course, we won. Look at the Christians’ blood being spilt all over this beach. Opása open field was just like this years ago, stained with the blood of witches and demons sacrificed to ensure all of this and beyond will be Lucifer’s headquarters. No good could ever be done
