The Night Gods III- The Triumph Of Evil- XXI: Damon's Confession

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Gwendolyn made her call to Damon Campbell the next day on an encrypted scramble phone... if anyone would reap the whirlwind from the call it would be Damon and not her... she was taking a big enough chance as it was. Damon was earnest and forthcoming, Gwendolyn could sense the fear in his voice as he spoke...

"I'm taking a big chance here, Miss Penrose," he said. "You could easily turn me in."

"I don't understand why you would contact me in the first place," she replied. "I have nothing whatever to do with my father and his activities."

"I know about your relationship with your father, that's why I called," Damon said. "I've been to your estate many times and know that you despise the things your father does... so do I believe it or not."

Damon went on to tell Gwendolyn about his childhood, his history of perverse sexual abuse at the hands of wealthy powerful men. He spoke candidly about his hatred for them and his desire to see them punished. Gwendolyn listened intently, weighing his every word... she believed him but was still wary.

"I still don't see how you think I can help you, Mr. Campbell," she said.

"Maybe you can't," Damon told her. "I'm desperate- I've contacted everyone I can think of... anyone else I thought could be trusted. The resistance groups don't want anything to do with me- I can't blame them... I just thought maybe you... I'm sorry I bothered you- forget I contacted you. I was desperate..."

"Wait," Gwendolyn said. There was something in his voice. "Don't hang up. Maybe there is something I can do."

"Really?" He asked hopefully. "I'd be grateful for any help. I just want to see those people stopped... you've met U'Bamah- there's something wrong with him... something evil."

"Do you think so?" Gwendolyn was fishing again.

"Yes," Campbell replied. "Something in his eyes... behind them. He's a very bad man... nothing more than a terrorist really- and they want him to rule the world."

"You know that for sure?" Gwendolyn asked.

"Yes and that's not all," Damon went on, "your father... You've never been to one of his after parties have you- I have. You wouldn't believe what goes on at them... the things they do."

"What do you mean," Gwendolyn inquired," what goes on?"

"I don't really know if I should say," Damon said nervously. "I don't really know you- he is your father after all and they'll kill me."

"Damon," she said sternly, her voice even, "if I'm going to help you, you've got to trust me."

"Ok, I'm just afraid," he said, voice quavering, "they kill people... children. Human sacrifice supposedly to some gods- but they have sex with them before they kill them... I think they're just sick perverts."

"Oh my God," Gwendolyn said, sinking into a chair. "Are you sure?"

"I've been there and seen it. Why do you think I'm so afraid. I know what they're capable of." Damon's voice was shaky. He had either found an ally, or signed his own death warrant.

"Was U'Bamah at any of them?" Gwendolyn asked.

"I don't think so," Damon replied. "It's been a long time since I've been to one... they were just letting me know what would happen if I opened my mouth. I was a lot younger then, but I don't think U'Bamah is into that... he's about power- he wants to rule the world. Your father calls him the Chosen One, whatever that means."

"The Chosen One?" Gwendolyn asked, "chosen for what?"

"I'm not exactly sure," Damon answered. "I think it has something to do with their gods... I hoped you would know something."

"I may be able to find out," Gwendolyn replied, "I think he likes me."

"Be careful, Miss Penrose," Damon warned, "he's not what he seems. I know you don't know me and have no reason to trust me, but I don't want anything to happen to you... You're my last hope."

"Look Damon, I can call you Damon can't I?" Gwendolyn asked, going on before he responded. "Damon, I'm going to take a chance... I believe you- the things you've told me... I have a friend who may be able to help. I'm going to have him call you."

"Oh thank you, Miss Penrose," Damon blurted out. "God bless you. I knew I was doing the right thing contacting you. It's a miracle you were at that party..."

"I usually don't go to them," she told him, "I hate those things... my father and his friends as well. I agree with you- they must be stopped... especially after what you told me."

"I believe God put you there," Damon said. "I don't know what your beliefs are, but I believe that God makes things happen for a reason."

"I do too Damon," Gwendolyn said. "Look, expect a call. Do you have an encrypted phone?"

"No," he said, "that's one reason I was worried about this call."

"I'll see that you get one," she replied. "When he calls, tell him what you told me and he'll tell you what to do next, Ok?"

"Yes, and God bless you Miss Penrose..."

"It's Gwen," Gwendolyn said. "Please don't be so formal."

"Thank you," he said. "Gwen, I wanted to warn you to be careful around U'Bamah... When I saw you with him, I became worried for your safety- he's dangerous."

"I will," she promised.

"Another thing I wanted to tell you," Damon said, "I'm going to be spending time with him- for the movie. I'll see what I can find out."

"That's great," Gwendolyn said, "now it's my turn to warn you to be careful. It will help a lot though and when my friend calls, be sure to tell him."

"Ok and thanks again," Damon replied feeling infinitely better, "remember, be careful around U'Bamah."

"Ok Damon," Gwendolyn said, "that goes for you too."

As soon as they hung up, Gwendolyn called Przybysz and recounted the sunstance of her call to Campbell...

"He's ok Prz," she said, he's a victim of my father and his friends and he's scared half to death and he's reaching out."

"You believe him?" Przybysz asked.

"Absolutely," Gwendolyn replied, "he told me in detail everything they did to him... nobody makes up stuff like that."

"How do you think we should proceed?" Przybysz asked.

"I told him he'd get a call from a man who would tell him what to do," she said, "also that we'd get him a secure phone... he took a big chance talking to me. You can ask him anything you like- he's very straightforward."

"Ok," Przybysz replied. "I'll call him and feel him out some more."

"Thank you Prz," Gwendolyn told him. "I trust him. When you hear his story, you will too. He's scared to death, but he's still determined to help. He's a really good guy Prz, I can feel it."

"Ok Gwen, I'll call right away," Przybysz said... they said their good byes and hung up.

After a lengthy talk with Damon, Przybysz was as convinced as Gwendolyn that he was indeed one of them. He made arrangements to get a secure phone in Damon's hands as quickly as possible. After cautioning him to be careful Przybysz hung up feeling confident in their new ally... They had a mole in the enemy camp.

For links to previous chapters go to Chapter XV)

https://steemit.com/fiction/@richq11/the-night-gods-iii-the-triumph-of-evil-xv-the-loveboat
https://steemit.com/fiction/@richq11/the-night-gods-iii-the-triumph-of-evil-xvi-a-platform-of-peace
https://steemit.com/fiction/@richq11/the-night-gods-iii-the-triumph-of-evil-xvii-the-man-of-peace
https://steemit.com/fiction/@richq11/the-night-gods-iii-the-triumph-of-evil-xviii-hassan-s-prophesy
https://steemit.com/fiction/@richq11/the-night-gods-iii-the-triumph-of-evil-xix-the-whirlwind-begins
https://steemit.com/fiction/@richq11/the-night-gods-iii-the-triumph-of-evil-xx-damon

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