Where To Find Demons

Chapter 7

In the year 2300
No.5: The Parliament

Location: Edoforo, Central Africa

Parliament was in session, the Prime minister was expected to walk in at any time. The atmosphere was tensed; today parliament was to decide if it was time to retire General Fahiti who had been in power for twenty five years. There had been discontent over his almost authoritarian style of leadership and his most recent policies had the nation grumbling. Recently, he had made it a criminal offence for anybody seeking a bachelor's degree to do so outside the country. The only sect of people allowed to leave for study were those who wanted to do their master's program abroad and it was in condition that they return to the country immediately. However, just yesterday a video of Fahiti's son dancing in a club in what seemed to be Falcon was circulating on social media provoking much anger from the populous.

Abdul who was the disciplinarian of the parliament and the chief priest of the nation (he was a direct descendant of the god of divination and his father's had passed down the knowledge of divination to him so he qualified hereditarily for that position) watched in earnest as Patrick strolled into the house. He was a tall man and from his demeanor one could tell that he was very proud. Abdul stopped in his thinking, if what the General had told him had any truth in it then he would have to cease thinking of Patrick as a human being. As chief priest he was aware of the existence of demons in fact, he sometimes consulted them for certain cases. One too many times he had offered sacrifices to appease them but that one of such would not only possess a human being but kill off the soul of one and use the body as his own was unthinkable.

The unsuspecting Patrick took his sit and immediately Abdul could tell that all was not well. Patrick's arrogant brown face turned an ugly green and his eyes a blazing red. He began to swell up until he burst on his sit. The sight was horrifying, there were gasps all over the room. Abdul could see certain persons who immediately stood from their sits as if there was a bomb on it others were too terrified to move. There was no body, just a vapour of foul smelling air. Patrick's clothes were in tatters on the floor; the media who had been asked to cover what should have been the impeachment of the general zoomed in to get a clearer view; Abdul was sure of one thing, Central Africa was going to make world news today.

Location: Istanbul

Trinidad woke up with a start, for a man who prided himself for being alert, he could not believe he had fallen asleep in the dark. The cloud was clear again and it was as if he had dreamed the dark. He hopped out of his car and felt it in every pore of his body that he badly needed to rest. He accessed the damage done to his car surprisingly except for a few dents there was not much damage to his car besides he had insurance. He started his car and the sound of the engine was reassuring. He checked his phone and realised he had missed twelve hours and there was about twenty missed calls from his wife. If he had nothing suspicious in his car he would have opted to abandon it and take a flight home but he could not do that; Desdemona would have to wait and fortunately he could still make in time for their anniversary.

His phone rang again; it was the bank manager, Solomon.

"Yes," Trinidad did not like that his voice came out raspy, it was barely his fault though, he had had no water in the past twenty-four hours.

"There is a little mix-up with the cash you dropped, I double checked and I have a little more than your said deposit," Trinidad was aware there was no such mistake. Solomon had only called to check if he had survived the blackout.

"It's yours," he said tiredly and ended the call; he contemplated checking in to a hospital to get adequate rest but Trinidad had given his word and he was going to honour it.