Summoning a demon, even a familiar one, always entailed a certain degree of risk, for they were masters of manipulation and enjoyed playing tricks on humans. Vanessa had learnt her lesson from her previous encounter with Barbatos and this time she wasn't willing to put anyone else's life on the line. She shut herself inside the barn and refused to let anyone else come inside.
Inside the farmhouse, everything had gone quiet once more. David carried Mortimer to the bedroom on the left and gently lowered him on the bed. The old Reaper's skin felt warm to his touch. His pupils had shrunk back and his limbs had gone limp. He was showing signs of Spectral Fever. It was an affliction most common in those who had been cursed or bewitched by a dark entity.
"He is burning up. We need to do somet
