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Considering the circumstances, I should have been stronger than I was.
The knife in Ieuan’s hand reminded me strangely of my father. I remembered things then, that I hadn’t in years. I thought I’d finally forgotten them..
”Daddy!”
“No, Sean! Don’t scream. Don’t let them hear you.”
I snuggled closer to my mother. The year was 1994. I was 12, obedient, but I wished so badly to be fighting alongside my father, even though my small body couldn’t withstand one blow demons that were ravaging our home.
My mother knew spells, yes, but she was bleeding from a mortal wound. I’m surprised that she lasted the three hours she did. Most people wouldn’t have even lasted two.
I remember that she cast spells in her room. She even let me see her altar a few times, being of the belief that it would give me knowledge instead of fear. She was right in that respect, I wasn’t afraid of magick, I wanted to learn more about it.
She would cast protection spells on me and my sister constantly. My sister was part demon, adopted, but she was able to take a human form. Yet, there were still physical marks that were like neon signs above her exclaiming “I’m a demon. Please, pick on me, do what you will.”
Mother was always concerned about her, hence the constant, monthly spell casting.
The day before the attack, I’d heard Mama casting a spell in her room. She’d done her monthly protection of us before then, so why this spell? I was curious, so I leaned in for a listen. This new spell ended in “Hear my plea.” But I knew that none of the spells that she cast had those words in them..
It was strange. Demons knowing where we lived, but no other houses disturbed. My sister was away on a school trip, she was 16 then. But Mama, Daddy and I were left to fend for ourselves.
Glass was thrown and smashed, China was destroyed. My Father stood to protect us, a knife in hand, but we knew it wouldn’t be enough.
He made a move against a demon with the knife, but failed. Tree trunk sized arms ripped his arm off, spraying the carpets with blood, just as I attempted to go rescue him. I saw things then that most people never see.
I pulled my knees to my chest in my 23-year-old body, overwhelmed with the memory. Had my mother summoned the demons?
Again, I didn’t know what to do. Again, helpless.
I mentally refused to cry, despite the tears rolling down my face. ‘No, NO! You have to help them, you have to move, something!’
But my body was frozen.
The demon was right there in front of me, in a human form, and my father was no where to be found.
I had the means to protect myself, but I didn’t know for the life of me how to access them.