The Demon's Awakening

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

The rickety bed bounced and creaked as Jonathan pounded deep inside Bella. She moaned loudly out of receiving extreme pleasure. Wrapping her arms around Jonathan’s bare, muscular back, she bit her lips and rolled back as an orgasm erupted out of her. Her screams and groans caused her to trail down her sharp nails on her husband’s flesh, causing a deep bruise.

“Oh, baby,” She gave out a deep sigh when she felt herself being empty, however, Jonathan wasn’t done. He leaned down and placed wet, sloppy kisses on her neck hoping he’d c*m faster.

From the outside of their room, Terry ran. He slapped his hands over his ears, making all the sounds around him to stop reaching towards him, he was too innocent but he did have an idea of what his parents were doing. When he reached inside a blank, empty room, he closed the door and turned around to face, the devil, Lucian.

Lucian was leaning on a wall, a wide smirk was settled on his face as he saw his dinner run inside.

“What happened?” He asked, faking a worrying tone to manipulate little Terry.

Terry turned around, a small gasp slipped off his lips out of fear, and he froze for a moment when he saw his friend in front of him. Should I talk to him? Terry thought to himself.

“My parents — they are making horrible noises and I don’t want to hear them!” He exclaimed, closing his eyes tightly as the slow moans erupting out of his mother, Bella, reached inside the room from the thin walls.

“Oh, that’s disgusting isn’t it?” Lucian asked as he kneeled down to him. He could see what his parents were doing from here itself. It was horrible to commit such a deed like this in a house full of children.

“Yes, ugh! Make them stop!” Terry groaned and gritted his teeth together. The slapping noises and the everlasting groans were disturbing Terry beyond he could even imagine.

“I can help you, if you allow,” Lucian suggested, a creepy smile lurked on his lips as he believed that this house was going to go down. He swallowed the saliva in his mouth as he imagined the luscious taste of blood entering his mouth. Oh, he couldn’t wait.

“You can?” Terry asked, slowly removing his hands away from his ears. He had hope in his eyes but he didn’t know who he was asking for help.

“Yes, but you have to allow me in,” Lucian said.

“What do you mean by allowing you in? You are already in my house. And if you shut my parents up than that would be great!” Terry exclaimed with happiness lacing in his tone.

“Yes, I can but you have to hold my hand and say ‘I allow you, Lucian, to do anything with my family’.” Lucian explained to the young boy.

Terry’s eyes sparked with hope, he immediately pulled out his hands and shook them with the demon’s hand.

“I allow you, Lucian, to do anything with my family,” And just like that Terry was taken, by Lucian, forever.

Jonathan wrapped his both hands around Bella’s neck, he kept his grip mild so he could c*m faster.

“Baby, I’m going to c*m now,” Jonathan said as he pushed himself inside her again and again. Shivers ran down his spine as he entered his hardened c**k deep inside the swollen opening of his wife.

The sounds of his sinister groans increased as he continued, his gaze turned away from his wife and they landed on the boy who was standing by the curtain. The boy wasn’t just any boy — it was Terry, with glowing, crimson eyes.

He looked at his parents with such interest and horror that it terrified Jonathan. He quickly wanted to move away but the feeling of releasing himself inside Bella overlapped his thoughts, and he did.

The gruesome hold on his wife’s neck caused her to choke out and die as Jonathan came.

“Bella?” He quickly moved back as his heart pounded up-to his throat. He pressed his hand down to Bella’s body but was traumatized when he received no heartbeat or response.

Jonathan looked up, again, but didn’t find Terry just the curtains waving around with ease. Furrowing his eyebrows together he grabbed Bella and tried to wake her up.

But she was dead.

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The children took the news with a strong heart. They were shaken though and slightly shocked to learn that their mother had passed away the night earlier. Terry, however, was confused. He didn’t know what happened last night and believed that he has slept after shaking his hands with Lucian.

The funeral was held the next morning. Jonathan hadn’t left his room since the moment his wife died. He cleaned her body, made it holy regardless of being an atheist and then prepared Bella for her funeral. Wrapping her in beautiful cloth, he lied her down inside a casket that was finely gilded and expensive. He didn’t break the news of how his wife died to anyone — it was too embarrassing to explain it, worse of all, he dreaded if the authorities came behind him for the murder of Bella.

Indeed, he had blood in his hands and there was only one person who Jonathan believed saw it all happen. Terry.

During the funeral, a close by neighbor came to their house and gave their remorse and sympathy for Bella. The old man named Arthur stuck by Jonathan’s children for the rest of the day as he felt sad and merciful to them. He dressed them up and arranged the funeral in a nearby church.

When the body and the Erickson’s arrived at the holy place, they were given a chain with a metal cross attached and were instructed to wear it.

Arthur noticed Jonathan’s hesitation in wearing the cross so he asked: “Is there something wrong?”

Jonathan looked up in confusion and replied, “Yes, we don’t believe in God. I’m sorry but we are atheists,”

Arthur gasped out of the fear that was going to approach the Erickson’s. He placed his hand on Jonathan’s shoulder and shook his head.

“If you live here, you’ll have to believe in Jesus. You don’t have another option and only this chain is going to protect you from the evil,” Arthur explained as he picked up the chain from the table.

Jonathan looked at his children who seemed to be confused and a bit traumatized from everything that just happened.

“Daddy, we want mommy back,” Lucy sobbed.

“She’s not coming back,” Jonathan hugged her daughter and said. He wore the chains that were provided by the church and gave them to his children.

Terry felt a bit uncomfortable when he wore the chain as if like his neck was on scorching fire. He wanted to complain to his father but waited for this funeral to be over as it wasn’t the right moment now.

After the funeral, the family of Erickson’s went back to their houses. Most of them went crying back but Jonathan went with fear. His hands trembled during the entire ride as he repeatedly thought about what had happened last night.

When they arrived at the home, all the children ran to their room but Jonathan grabbed Terry and stopped him.

“What happened last night?” Jonathan asked Terry. He couldn’t remember exactly what Terry was doing in his room and what was his purpose of being there while he was having s*x with Bella?

“What? I was sleeping,” Terry replied with confusion in his eyes.

“No, you were inside my room and you were watching us,” Jonathan stated as he furrowed his eyebrows together.

Terry shook his head, he couldn’t remember anything like that, and he ran away from his room and met his friend, that’s all.

“No, daddy, I was not inside your room. Yes, I passed by your room and met my friend but then I went to sleep.” Terry explained.

Jonathan swallowed hard. Bitterness and curiosity rushed across his face as he leaned down to Terry.

“What friend?” He asked, hoping it wasn’t the same one Terry mentioned yesterday.

“Lucian, he’s my friend but I haven’t seen him today,” Terry placed his hand on his chin and looked around the house but he wasn’t anywhere to be found. Where did he go? Terry thought to himself.

“You aren’t seeing him again. Didn’t mommy warn you and what friend? Where is he right now? Is he from the neighbor or something?” Jonathan asked.

He was still not out of the shock that was given to him last night so he sounded a bit messed up.

“No, he lives inside the house and only I can see him because he’s my friend. I don’t think so he wants to be friends with you,” Terry replied. He wanted Lucian to be only his friend. All his siblings had many more friends and he didn’t need to share Lucian with them.

Jonathan groaned, “Just leave it all and don’t talk to him again. Go to your bed!” He exclaimed, sending him away because he couldn’t face anything as of that moment.

“Your room, daddy?” Terry asked. He had two rooms inside this house. One where he studied and was designed for him only, the other one where he usually slept with his parents.

“No, your room,” Jonathan said.

Terry shrugged, walked upstairs and into his room/playroom. He still couldn’t understand where his mommy was gone, he did have an idea that she wasn’t coming back but he hoped for something else.

“Lucian!” Terry gasped and wiped the tears away from his cheeks when he saw his friend standing in front of him.

“Why are you crying?” Lucian asked as he sat beside the beautiful victim, Terry.

“Because everyone is like mommy will never come back. I loved her so much and I want her back,” Terry sobbed as he gathered himself.

“Oh, that’s sad but she’s gone forever now!” Lucian smiled as he placed his hand on Terry’s back.

“Can you bring her back?” Terry asked.

“That’s not possible, Terry. I can only kill her, not bring her back,” Lucian mumbled under his breath so he wouldn’t hear him. Fortunately, he didn’t.

“What?”

“Nothing,” Lucian sighed. “So, tell me something. Who do you hate in your family?”

Terry innocently looked up to him and shrugged, “I don’t know, why are you asking?” He inquired.

“You’re my friend and I just want to know. Tell me, there must be someone who you don’t like. Like Lacy or maybe Sandy?” Lucian asked.

Terry gave it a thought. He didn’t hate either of his sisters but didn’t like them too.

“I don’t like Lacy, when mommy used to be there, she would always complain about me to her and because of that, I don’t like her!” Terry spilled everything he didn’t like about Lacy to the demon who was sitting beside him.

Lucian listened to him, carefully; every word that spilled out of his lip prepared a memory in his head.

“Oh...” he trailed off, sounding rough and freaky. The next moment, Lucian vanished away — before Terry could even look up to him.

Shuddering away the sudden movement, Terry removed the chain from his neck and placed it beside his table before lying down for a bit while. He kept on remembering about his mother and what all happened but couldn’t come to a conclusion of how she had died. The story Jonathan had told to his children was quite fabricated and different from what had actually happened last night but no one was in the right state of mind to go further and investigate the incident.

The next morning, Arthur, the neighbor arrived at the Erickson’s house. The children were healing but they weren’t alright just so yet. However, Jonathan was fine to see Arthur. He invited him inside the large house and offered him some whiskey which he denied.

Jonathan was a fan of whiskey and now that he had a reason to drink it, he couldn’t stop.

“How are you feeling?” Arthur questioned after noticing his unusual movements. He was a little drunk but not too much.

Arthur’s eyes wandered around the house and the place he was sitting on. His eyes landed on the painting that was stuck on the wooden wall — it was a beautiful painting of Bella, Jonathan’s wife and the woman who just died.

Jonathan looked up in the direction of where Arthur looked. “Oh,” He sighed as a memory of Bella rushed into his head. “I miss her already; it has been just a night. I have no idea how I’m going to cope with this all,” Jonathan shrugged as he took another sip of whiskey.

“How are the kids? Are they alright?” Arthur asked. He wasn’t here to inquire about their health or condition, it was actually for some other reason but he needed to wait before all the details could be spilled.

“They are okay, better than yesterday; let’s hope everything gets fine soon.” Jonathan gulped.

“I hope so too!” Arthur exclaimed. He fiddled his fingers and then continued, “I hope someone must have informed you about the unusual deaths that keep on happening now and then. You are new in town so I’m hoping someone would have informed you all about it,”

“What?” Jonathan raised an eyebrow out of confusion. He didn’t understand what Arthur was trying to imply on.

“You don’t know about the deaths, the demon, and the unusual paranormal activities?!” Arthur questioned.

“No,” Jonathan replied with a worrying tone. He placed the glass on the table and turned his whole attention towards Arthur. “What deaths? The demon? What are you saying?”

“You haven’t been informed,” Arthur narrowed his eyes down and whispered in a low tone so Jonathan wouldn’t hear him but he did.

“About what? Tell me!” Jonathan exclaimed. He wanted to learn more about this place, and the only information he got from the dealer was that this town was too old and medieval, that’s all.

Arthur sighed, he rubbed his hands together and continued, “Well, this is difficult to say but for centuries, Miseburgh had been under control of a few supernatural forces,”

“What kind of supernatural forces?” Jonathan questioned as he furrowed his eyebrows together.

“Wicked type – demons and other monsters. They usually wander around at night and from stories we have heard and seen, they possess into people of all ages and kill. Almost a decade back, a couple arrived in town – atheist just like you, they didn’t accept the protection we gave them and the woman got possessed, she killed her husband but that was the last of it. Ever since then we haven’t heard about the demon like he had been sleeping all these years.” Arthur explained clearly, making sure every word uttering out of his mouth made its way to Jonathan.

He scoffed and replied, “That is a completely fake story. What would be the purpose out of this all? Does the demon want something in this town? Why?”

Arthur narrowed his eyes down as he didn’t have the answer to any of his questions, after all, they were unexpected.

“See, you don’t know. This is all made up fiction for sure!” Jonathan exclaimed after he saw Arthur pause suddenly. “And I don’t really care. There are no such things as demons or gods, whatever. Yes, my wife died but the demon didn’t kill her.” He added. He knew exactly who killed his wife and that’s why he was so sure of it.

“I understand if you don’t want to believe then don’t. That’s fine but if you suspect anything wrong happening around you, you can always come to me.” Arthur said as he stood up and c****d his hand out to Jonathan.

Jonathan nodded his head, “Thank you for your concern but I think I’ll be fine,” He smiled.

Arthur left the house with his heart thumping out his chest. He noticed how gloomy and dead it was inside and at that moment he realized that this house was already under the possession of the demon.

As he stepped on the dried, dead grass, he rushed away as soon as he could. The more he avoided this family, the better for him. He couldn’t risk being attacked or possessed. The house was unholy and opened to any kind of supernatural forces. Anyone was welcomed inside.

Arthur didn’t go to the local church neither he informed about it to anyone; after all, it was none of his concern. He warned Jonathan and told him everything he knew, it was the Erickson’s choice whether he wanted to accept it or not.

Jonathan came back inside the house and thought about what Arthur had told him.

“f*****g fiction,” He whispered to himself and rolled his eyes before sitting down on the couch and filling his glass with alcohol. Taking a sip, he heard one of his children rush downstairs.

“Daddy. Daddy,”

“Yes, Terry?” Jonathan kept his glass aside and asked the young child that was rushing down the stairs.

“I want to go out,” Terry stopped running and stood frozen, his eyes were in an unusual color that Jonathan couldn’t recognize.

Shaking his head, Jonathan thought, ‘It is probably because I’m drunk,’

“Where?” He asked.

“Just the nearby park, daddy, I feel really sad here. Could I go?” Terry asked again, in a very forced tone.

“Sure but return before the sun sets,” His father said as he leaned back on the couch and continued to drink.

“Thank you!” Terry said before storming out of the house. He ran out from the gates and kept on running until he didn’t reach the graveyard where his mother was dug inside.

“Hello, mommy,”