Jimmi Theodora

Part VII

“Can you untie me?” I whined.

“No. After what I just saw, no. Diti is a sly bastard. It only wants to hurt you. It feeds off your horror. Dat’s how it’s growing so fast. You know what I found peculiar, Jimmi?”

“What can be more peculiar than having a death baby inside me…” I said sarcastically.

“There hasn’t been any reports of Diti in thousands of years. It’s a biblical demon. It’s dark, dark, magic. No one here in da modern day has da skill to summon it, and it’s not a easy process.”

“Whoa wait, summon? You mean someone pinned this on me?”

“That’s what I found peculiar. This is heavy magic, like I said it’s a biblical demon. Da process to contact dis demon is straining on da summoner.”

“What do you have to do?”

“Says here in da book ya have to sacrifice a impure woman. Burn her and mix her ashes wit wine. Da person who wishes to cast dis demon must drink it. Dey do a chant and da summoner will purge blood and sacrifice da blood of a baby. Just a drop, and dey inscribe da name of da victim on sand.”

“Is that it?”

“No, there’s a lot more rituals after dat. It takes six hours to complete, and you must give yourself to da devil. After da ritual is done every month da summoner has a visit from Lucifell himself and demands a favour. It can be any favour, most will be immoral and unholy. If not done, you pay wit your life.”

“Every month?” I asked doubtfully.

“It takes commitment. Dat’s why no one does dis anymore. Whoever casted dis must really have sometin fierce on you.”

“How?” I demanded. “I haven’t done shit to anyone in my life! I’ve kept to myself and kept a close circle of friends, rarely had boyfriends and I work part-time at a goddamn dance studio as a fucking desk lady! What the hell Theo!”

I balled my hands into fists and can feel the veins on my temples.

“Well I just talked to ma friend on da phone. His name is Daniel and knows more about demons dan I. Also he study as a nurse in ma country so he know what he doin.”

“Your country?” I asked skeptically. “Where even are you from?”

“Don’t worry about it.” I could hear that familiar smirk on his face. “He be comin soon. We disturbed his family dinner. I said it was urgent, and dat we can’t wait much longer.”

“Good,” I sighed. This time it was relief.

“Rest now. I’ll bring ya a pillow. You’ll need energy for dis. There’ll be some fightin.”

“Like childbirth type of fighting? Like pushing shit out type of fighting?”

“No honey,” he chuckled. “da only fightin you’ll do is trying to stay alive during da process. Remember we’re doin a C-section. We’ll be doin da fightin. It’s a demon, it won’t go dat easily.”

“Oh Jesus…”

“Don’t worry child… We know what we doin. You just have to stay strong, okay?” I could hear him thumping over to me. His smiling face appeared above me and I smiled too. This man has a very comforting face, a very familiar face. I couldn’t help smiling. He then kissed me on the head and ruffled my hair. He slipped a pillow under my head and his brushed his fingertips over my eye lids. I allowed it and waited for sleep. I begged my body to relax and tried to slow my breathing. There’s only so much I can do.