I was now a mother with the arms
of a child of darkness wrapped around my waist, I could feel the tears coming
from her eyes dampening my belly reminding me of the months I had carried her
in my womb. Was this a ploy of the
demon? The police at the door to kill
her or take her away. Was the demon hoping the love of a mother for her child
would induce protection from me? Were
the tears genuine a child crying out for release from the demon that had
imprisoned her soul?
I slowly began to walk with her
toward the other side of the living room clearing the door for the police to
enter and capture her. I felt the need
to console the child even though she had ripped away everything I held dear I
still felt I had to protect her from the world.
A mother’s love for her child was absolute. Nothing convinced me of this more than the
need to console her even in the darkest of moments.
Everything seemed to move in slow
motion, the banging on the door and yelling from the police sounded faint and
distant as if be called from across a river, the flowing and churning of the
water drowning out the noise. When the
door gave way I held the child closer pressing my hands tight against her
back. This seemed to relax her a bit.
BANG!!!
I didn’t feel it at first. There was no pain no sensation of
penetration. But soon a warm feeling
spread across my chest and I could feel it spreading. I looked down to see the blood begin soaking
through my shirt. Raine looked up into
my eyes and a noticeable look of shock flashed through her eyes. I could no
longer retain my balance and I began to slump falling to the floor on my side
pulling my daughter down next to me. The police in their haste had not alerted
the officer to the situation and upon entering they saw the knife on the floor
and the child in my arms, they jumped to the conclusion the child was a hostage
and shot me. Typical police to shoot
first and ask questions later.
I could not get back up, I felt
sluggish and unusually cold, my daughter sat next to me and began to stoke my
hair while I looked into those eyes. Eyes that were usually so empty looked
almost human, the tears were still visible on her rosy cheeks. A child. She was a child, yet she was something
else. Things were beginning to dim at
this point and the lack of blood to my brain could be the reason for the
incoherence of what I am about to tell you but I think what I witnessed was
something beyond the realm of supernatural.
As I looked into my child’s eyes and the world was beginning to darken
so did her eyes, a shadow of black and a tinge of red rolled over the whites of
her eyes and darkened the areas around them, black streaks began to spread themselves
across her skin like the crack in the face of a porcelain doll. A look of anger and rage washed over her
features of the likes I and no other had ever seen. She gently laid my head to the ground and
began to rise as the officers began shouting commands at her guns now trained
on her.
A terrible wind and chill filled
the small family room. The air began to
whirl around her small frame and a maniacal grin stretched from ear to ear in
an unholy way. Her hands raised in the
air, the officers stopped, guns dropped to the ground. It began with a black smoke that rose from
the floor. It had substance to it
though. Form. The smoke began to claw its way up the legs
of the officer who in unison let out a scream so terrifying none present that
night would ever forget it. When the
smoke reached their necks hands seemed to form out of it and penetrate their
being, in a moment it was apparent what was happening, the smoke began to
withdraw from them pulling a long spindly glowing form with it. The form was human, it let out an inaudible
scream as the smoke began to sink again into the floor pulling the glowing forms
with it. The last thing I witnessed before the darkness overtook me was the
souls of these officers being dragged to hell clawing at the smoke and the
floor desperately trying to free themselves their screams unheard by the mortal
realm. My daughter the demon child. A terror was about to be visited upon this
world. The darkness overtook me. “It is over”
End part 7
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