After Ismaila had dropped Silvia off and drove away with Tremond.
At a church in California, very big and presentable from the outside with nuns carrying out different activities, a car drove and stopped in front of it.
A man looking around in his 50s came out, dressed like a priest. Everyone greeted "welcome father", as he walks past them, heading inside the church as he smiles and waves.
He got into the church and went straight to the alter, knelt and bent down to pray. No one was there aside him, when the door closed with a loud echo. All of a sudden, something jumped down from the ceiling and landed behind him and slowly bowed to him. It was a nun.
"Where's the boy?", the priest asked calmly as from the window the wind began to blow the church candles.
The nun raised its head to look at him. It had grey skin and dark eyes. It didn't have a mouth, but you could hear it speak. It was a demon.
"They were unable to bring back the boy, father. That man appeared." the nun said grunting, and all of a sudden, all of the candles went off. The priest remained strangely quiet for a moment, and began to laugh as he spoke very slowly and tiredly.
"Hehe, Ismaila. So he's still alive and living up to his fame", he said while standing up.
"Allow me to get rid of him father. Leave him to me.", the nun mentioned.
"No, you will likely die very quickly without even a chance to react. We're talking about Ismaila. He's famed for killing our kind. The notorious demon slayer you heard about.", the priest said as he easily lit all of the candles by snapping his fingers. "You don't stand a chance."
"Is that really him?" the nun asked, feeling frightened and shaking.
"Hehe, are you afraid? I understand your fear though," the priest said, "however, do you know, there is a saying that goes, you're fast, but whoever's faster will run past you"
After a moment of silence, he became very angry, releasing his spiritual pressure and instantly melting all the candles.
"Go! And retrieve the boy at all costs, and as for Ismaila. Leave him to me. I'll send a special package", the priest declared, as he turned to the nun, while his complexion changed to a pale gray color and his eyes became dark red and started to emit a faint glow.
Later, a day had gone by already. It was 7:25am. Ismaila and Laura had arrived at their place of residence, and they left Tremond on a bed since he hadn't woken up yet.
Ismaila sits next to him as he covers him up with a duvet, while Laura stands closer.
"He's so weak", she said, looking at him incredulously.
"How are you sure about that?" Ismaila asked.
"He has very low spiritual pressure, plus he's obviously gonna chicken out once he sees a demon", Laura said sarcastically, and Ismaila remained quiet for a while as he patted Tremond's head as he sleeps.
"Why are they after him anyway?" Laura asked, looking at Ismaila incredulously.
"He has something they want", he replied coldly with a fierce expression.
Laura felt frightened for a moment seeing his face. She rarely saw him that way even during a demon encounter, as she thought ,"just what does he have?".
"And we're going to look after him from now on. We won't let them get what they want", Ismaila said with a cold stare at Laura, while she nodded boldly, and then he stood up and left the room, while Laura stood for a moment , curiously staring at Tremond before she left to follow Ismaila.
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Birth to Chaos
General FictionIn a world of mystery and power. Tremond was a calm and laconic natured young man from birth. However, due to losing all of his loved ones, he evolved into an irrational being. He did things because they had to be done or perhaps just out of desire...
