Invasion
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The house reeked of death and decay. The demons were everywhere. Ésam glanced out the window close to him and saw outside was crawling with these skeletal beings.
“Good thing my parents forced me to do martial arts,” Ésam said as he decapitated the head of a demon.
“Yeah, who knew being from a family of samurais would one day come in handy today?” added Dastiní as they slashed, crunched, and clanged their way through throngs of demons. With every demon they encountered in the house, they slashed using their swords, hammers, and daggers.
While they fought their way through what seemed like hundreds of skeletal, lizard-like, and humanlike demons, Satin completed her spell. As demons attacked Baní and Mrs. Nutti, she repeated her spell, “Parari omnia daemonia et redire iubeo.” As she wrote them, she spoke them louder and louder. The demons screamed and held their heads, then whooosshshshsh! Suction was felt as the spell seemed to expel the demons from the house, leaving remnants of their demise behind.
“Is wah yu just seh? Was dat Latin?” Baní asked as he examined his surroundings.
“Yeah. I commanded all demons to be gone and never return in Latin,” Satin replied, sounding exhausted, while she sat down in the chair next to them in the basement.
“Remind mei neva to get pan yer bad side,” Baní said as he wiped the sweat from Satin’s forehead with his rag.
“Is everyone all right?” asked Satin, checking herself for injuries.
“Yes,” Dastiní, Ésam, and Baní answered, but no answer came from Mrs. Nutti. As they turned to see what had happened to her, they noticed her eyes were closed as she lay on the floor, holding her side.
“Mrs. Nutti. Mrs. Nutti, can you hear me?” Satin asked as she leaned over her.
“I am sorry, my child, I seem to have been stabbed by one of the demons before you could expel them,” moaned Mrs. Nutti as her eyes fluttered.
“Go get the medicine kit on the dresser in her room,” Satin shouted as she held Gran-Grans head.
Baní went to find it while Satin made a makeshift pillow under Mrs. Nutti’s head.
"Don't leave us Gran-Gran! Help is on the way," Satin whispered in her ear.
“Hey, Ésam, let’s go check the house to make sure the coast’s clear,” Dastiní said.
“Yeah, sure, let’s go,” Ésam replied as he grabbed his sword from the table.
Baní returned a few minutes later with the first aid kit and handed it to Satin,
“Wha di hell just happen? Is dis some twisted nightmare that is now real?” Baní asked.
“I don’t know, but I believe someone is playing with fire,” Satin said, removing the blade that was protruding from Mrs. Nutti’s side then wrapping it with a bandage.
“Fire, or demans, look like nuff a dem loose pon di town. Mi nah go outside,” Baní said as he looked out of the basement window.
“We can’t leave Ren unprotected. We must make our way to him now,” Mrs. Nutti ordered as she tried to stand. Satin and Baní immediately stood on either side of her supporting her.
“We need to get you to the hospital so you can be looked after,” Satin said, moving toward the front door.
“The house is now clear and so is outside. Whatever you did, Satin, it worked,” Dastiní said as he held the door for them.
“Great! Get the car. We need to go to the hospital now!” Satin commanded.
Ésam and Dastiní brought the car around and placed some of the weapons in the trunk while everyone climbed in the eight-seater family car and headed to the hospital.
As they drove through the town, it looked b****y, bleak, and dreary, but they reached the hospital without any further attacks. The hospital looked intact.
Ésam drove around the side to the emergency entrance.
"We need a doctor now," Satin shouted and she and Baní helped her out of the vehicle. An orderly came with a wheelchair as a doctor walked over and checked her.
"Take her to the ER.," the doctor said as he went inside.
The young group of friends took their seats in the waiting area. It had a long white glass table with various magazines on it. Three vending machines were close by with refreshments and snacks.
“This waiting feels like déjà vu,” Satin said as she remembered Renwar’s visit to the hospital.
“Yeah, it’s just like when Ren was admitted months ago,” Ésam replied picking up a magazine from off the table before him.
Satin felt uneasy and got up from her seat and ventured to the juice machine. She inserted two dollars and pushed the button for an orange juice. The sound of the juice rolling down the machine was heard before it popped up in the open area to retrieve the item.
She glanced around the hospital lounge area and decided to stretch her legs further.
"I will be right back," Satin said to her friends.
Satin went in search of Renwar’s hospital room. She found his room and saw a nurse adjusting his pillow. Waiting for the nurse to exit the room, Satin closed the door behind her and sat in the chair next to Ren’s bed. Taking his hand in her own, she whispered,
“Hey, Ren, not sure if you can hear this, but your gran-gran got hurt in a demon fight. I don’t know if they will return, but don’t worry, we will protect you both.”
After waiting to see if he would respond to her words, and seeing no movement. She kissed him on the cheek and exited his room and made her way back to her friends.
As Satin returned to the ER waiting area, Dr. Neil came out of surgery.
“Dr. Neil, how is she doing?” Satin asked as the others crowded around.
“I can only speak with the family, Satin,” Dr. Neil replied.
“But we are her family. Ren is here already, and her son is off in the army. Please, Dr. Neil, she has no one else here,” Satin pleaded.
With reluctance and understanding, Dr. Neil replied, “She will be okay. The stab wound missed her vital organs, so she will be good to go in a few days. We just want to ensure there are no other issues or complications.”
“Thank you, Dr. Neil. I appreciate your assistance,” replied Satin.
“Ren still has not opened his eyes yet. I am afraid if he doesn’t show some response soon, his family may take him off life support, and I know you guys are a tight-knit group, so be prepared to say your good-byes,” Dr. Neil advised as he walked away.
“Thank you, Dr. Neil, for the heads-up,” Satin sighed.
* * *
Later that night, in a dark alleyway, Zamora asked as a hooded figure approached, “What took you so long?”
“I can’t do this anymore, Zamora. It’s too much and too risky,” the hooded figure said, covering her face more as a car light passed by.
Zamora, smiling wickedly, responded, “What exactly can’t you do, Megan Farfo, or should I say Mrs. Pinwheel? Is it that you no longer wish others to know you are a daughter of the dark? Or you no longer want to see your twin sons again—alive, that is?”
“I have never been a part of that world and you know it. I also have light blood running through my veins, or did you forget that part, Zamora? And of course, I want to see my boys. Don’t you think I have sacrificed enough? I gave up my first son and husband as you wanted. Please don’t take my boys away,” Mrs. Pinwheel pleaded.
“Do you wish to sacrifice them to save one who hates you? Do you think the town would be so kind to you, knowing your family ancestors and how they helped kill many of their family members for human sacrifices?” Zamora continued.
“N-no, I don’t. You can’t tell the town about mine and not expect me to not tell them about yours,” Mrs. Pinwheel said as she tried to remain calm. “I already spied on both my husbands for you. And now you want to take Ren away for good. I-I can’t do it. I-I can’t kill him, not when there might be a chance, he could return to me.”
“It is what Lucifer commands. It is time you pulled the plug on Renwar before it’s too late. We now know he is one of the saviours the prophecy foretold long ago. Now, do as you’re told, and you and your husband will see both boys again,” Zamora ordered as she walked away.
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