ONSRA [MALEOC]

[CHAPTER 7]

Everyone was sitting in the house preparing for the other sins to come for them. Dean was sitting on the floor, loading a shotgun while Sam was across the room filling flasks with holy water. Beau was standing near a window, holding the curtain open slightly so he could see outside, his other arm to his side with his knife in hand.

"Do you see anything out there?"

Beau shook his head. He could sense their presence, but there was no sight of them.

Suddenly, he saw movement just outside the house.

"Wait.."

Issac was walking down the street and towards the yard of the house.

"Tamara! Tamara! Tamara! Tamara! Help me! Pleeeeeeaase!"

Tamara looked at Bobby and back out the window on the other side of the room.

"Tamara! I got away, but I'm hurt bad! I need help!"

Beau looked at Tamara, "that is not Issac, it's one of the demons. It's possessing his corpse."

Pounding came from the door, followed by Issac's voice shouting for his wife, who was struggling just behind the salt line at the door.

"Baby! Why won't you let me in? You left me behind back there. How could you do that? We swore... At that lake in Michigan. Remember? We swore we would never leave each other."

Tamara turned to the others in the room, she was sobbing at this point. "How did he know that?"

The demon inside her husband continued to taunt her, "you just going to let me die?! I guess that's what you do, dear! Like that night those things came to our house...came..for our daughter! You just let her die, too."

Hitting her breaking point, Tamara shoved the door open and ran through, breaking the salt line in the process. Beau tried reaching out for her, but she was already out the door and on top of her possessed dead husband. Raising the Palo Santo knife into the air and bringing it back down into his chest, he screamed in agony as his body sizzled.

The other demons that had gathered outside the house moved their way inside. Beau began to walk towards the back end of the house, he didn't want anyone to see or hear what was about to happen.

"Where do you think you're going?"

Whirling around Beau came face to face with Wrath, Beau smirked, "right where I need to be."

Beau took his knife and plunged it towards the bottom of his face. Wrath grabbed his wrist centimeters away from his chin, Beau nervously laughed, his head twitching to the side. "I don't know how that got there." Wrath just looked at him, chuckling, before bringing his other hand that went around his neck, lifting the male off of the ground, Beau's grip loosened on the knife before letting it fall.

Wrath let his body fall to the ground, looking at him lay there motionless before taking out a phone and taking a picture. Pocketing the device, Wrath turned around, walking away.

Not even a few feet away from where he stood before Wrath stopped walking when he felt a burning in his chest. Looking down Wrath found the knife that had just been clutched by the man he had just killed moments before, burning the center of his abdomen, the blade looked significantly longer than before, blood was dripping down the blade and into the grass below him.