forever.” She hissed and laughed hysterically. But Peter wasn’t finished, he used all his strength to dive to the sword, Jennifer went after him and launched herself into dive on top of him, only to feel the sword slice up through her heart and out the other side.

Peter was now face to face with Jennifer, he could smell her last vile breath of vomit from hell before she began to disintegrate. He pushed her off him, “Run Peter, save your soul” Avensis called then watched him disappear inside thrashing the mighty sword and cutting down Andrew’s and Grace’s demons as he passed.

Avensis looked on as Peter ran through the house rushing towards the light. He watched the Angels follow wondering if Peter would succeed or return.

Sheila had to continue her work after Andrew had been summoned away, and then started her research into the House of the Crawford’s.

Looking at old charts and history of the area, she discovered that an old Pagan ruin had existed on the site, and then during Tudor times had been a Monastery. In later years after falling into ruin, it had been rebuilt into a manor house by Victorian aristocracy and held many parties with Royalty and Parliamentary members going for weekend gatherings. The stories had suggested that it was like a knocking shop with local escorts entertaining Royal guest from home and abroad.

The Manor house had been bombed during an air-raid during World War Two with the loss of many lives.

It remained derelict until 1990 and re-built once again to a futuristic design with large windows all around and to open plan was finally brought by Jack Crawford. The Developer and Architect disappeared mysteriously after the completion of the contracts and there was a rumour that the MP had some interest in the property previously and there was foul play.

Sheila read on into the night unaware of the events at the Manor house, she fell asleep but woke up in the early hours with a nightmare and a breeze blew the pages of the file until the name Jack Crawford MP showed up heading the page. She was confused,

because the window was closed.

She sat for a moment, thinking of whether she ought to have just one more look at Peter Robinson’s body tomorrow before the undertakers collected before returning to the Manor but then dosed off again.

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