DEMON
BY
SCOTT WINFIELD
EXCERPT
WHILE HE WAS SITTING IN THE chair, the whole room spun rapidly into a circle. In a split moment, Thomas appeared in a small town outside of Las Vegas Nevada. He quickly shook off the dizziness that going in circles caused him. Looking at his watch, he noticed the date was July 21, 2020. Oddly, he had not travelled in time but the ring was shining brightly telling him that he was in the right place. Looking at the town clock, Thomas noticed it said half past twelve. The cold desert air sent a chill down Thomas's back. In spite of all, his stomach growled, which told him that it was time to find some shelter and food for the time being. Suddenly, his wallet bulged with one hundred dollar bills. The ring was providing him with money to meet his needs.
Thomas shivered while he walked into this odd town. It appeared too eerie and quiet for a small town so close to Las Vegas. The aroma of steak barbecuing came to him. After he walked for about ten minutes, he found a cheap motel room at the Sleepy Hollow Inn. Thomas put his things in the room then followed his nose to see find out who had been cooking the steak. A very frail elderly man stood at his barbecue pit cooking steaks. The glasses showed Thomas that he was completely harmless and that it was time for him to offer to buy a steak from him. After clearing his throat, Thomas decided to break the ice with this old man.
“Excuse me sir, are any of those luscious steaks for sale? I'm hungry enough to eat the horse and chase the rider if you know what I mean,” Thomas said while drooling over the steaks cooked right in front of him.
“Well son, I'd hoped that that some stranger would come and enjoy a meal with this lonely old man,” he said with a frail voice and a big smile on his face.
Thomas noticed that the old man looked to be no more than five feet tall and that he walked with a limp. With a gracious smile, he asked Thomas to come into his mobile home to enjoy a nice dinner. He spent a few minutes setting the table and they both sat down.
“What’s your name son?” he asked while biting into a big piece of steak.
“I'm Thomas Yeoman and you?” Thomas asked with juices running down his chin while engulfing himself in pure delight of beef that he ate.
“To be honest, you might have walked into a haven of pure evil. I have been here for about forty years and there are many evil things happening in this small town. Some say there are demons that terrorize the kinfolk around these parts. Oh, I am sorry my name is Carl Holkin. You wouldn't be somehow related to Kurt Yeomen by chance would you?” Carl said with a look of concern on his face.
“How did you know that name? He is my great-grandfather and he used to hunt demons several years ago. I've decided to follow in his legacy and because you have mentioned demons that has perked my attention,” Thomas said with surety in his voice.
“I too am a hunter, my ancestors worked with Kurt back in the day. It must be destiny that you and I have met in this odd type of way,” Carl said while gulping a big glass of ice water, which almost made him shiver.
Thomas and Carl enjoyed the dinner and talked about their ancestors and their adventures in killing and eliminating demons. Carl seemed to be a very talkative but a lonely man. Thomas realized that he could stay with Carl after the first night at the cheap room he had rented prior. Carl enthusiastically agreed to do so as long as he would be staying in town. After a couple of cold beers, Thomas made his way to his rented room. The room appeared to be clean and respectable. It had a modest bed and the room smelled clean. After taking a quick shower, Thomas lay in bed and pondered as to why the ring brought him to this small quaint town outside of Las Vegas. Fear of the unknown seemed to be the biggest part that bothered him. Twenty minutes later, he fell fast asleep.
While drifting into a deep slumber, Thomas got the feeling that somebody was in the room or was he dreaming? Even in a deep sleep, he got up and turned the light on next to his bed, only to find two very attractive blonde-haired girls wearing nothing but their birthdays suits. The both of them smiled as they gazed into his confused eyes. How did they get in here? Who let them because the door’s design showed Thomas that you could only lock it from the inside to insure the privacy of their patrons?
The Sleepy Hollow Inn seemed to be a place of confusion. The first blonde-haired girl came toward him with a smile as she fondled her breasts in front of him. She looked to be no more than five feet tall and no more than one hundred and thirty-five pounds. Her eyes looked as blue as the ocean and her lips looked as hot as a volcano. The second blonde-haired girl looked a little chunkier than the first one. She looked about five foot five feet tall, around one hundred and eight-five pounds. Just like the first one, she had a seductive smile on her face. As she walked, her big breasts bounced almost in unison with wide hips. It was time to break the ice and have a conversation with them as to why they were in his motel room.
“My name is Thomas Yeoman and why are in my room girls?” Thomas asked with an irritated yet aroused tone.
“Well my name is Candis Homlit and this is my sister Kay Homlit. We are two very horny single girls that find you very delicious and want to have some fun with you.” Candis said while playing with the fat rolls around her belly.
“What makes you think that you can come into my room and sneak up on me like that?” Thomas asked while staring at Kay's breasts.
Thinking outside the box, Thomas put his glasses on and immediately discovered something very evil and sinister about these strange women. Looking through the glasses, he noticed that their eyes were completely black and that if you looked more closely you could see a demon inside their body. One looked more evil than the other. 'What were their intentions with him?' Thomas knew that it was his duty to kill them. Candis and Kay were the first two demons that he would kill on his quest to rid the world of all demons as promised.
He decided to play along and have some fun but when the time was right, he would kill both of them and then immediately burn their bones. Both of them came over to Thomas and removed his underclothes. Candis went to the bathroom to run a hot bath. Kay passionately kissed Thomas and forced him to the bed, placing herself on top of him. While her eyes focused on his body, he grabbed the knife and shoved it deep in the side of Kay's neck. Blood shot high in the air. A blinding white light came from the knife and her body ignited into flames. Fire came out of her mouth and she screamed at the top of her lungs and immediately turned to dust. The ring on his finger shined brightly with a white colour that meant that Thomas had done the right thing.
It was time to sneak up on Candis. Thomas quietly walked to the bathroom to find Candis bent over as she adjusted the water temperature. Gazing at her wide backside, Thomas immediately becomes more aroused but she was evil. With the knife hidden behind his back, he came over and fondled her bottom, which made her smile from ear to ear. She caressed his groin while closing her eyes and passionately kissing him. He took the knife from behind his back and stuck it in her fat belly. Blood shot all over him and the bathroom. She fell to her knees and ignited into flames. The same blinding white light came from the knife as he drove it deeper into her belly. Fire came from her mouth as an eerie scream came from her as she turned into dust immediately in front of him. One thing that Thomas discovered is that he did not have to burn the bones because the knife did it for him.
Weirdly, Thomas found himself lying in the bed. He quickly opened his eyes and there was no sign that this had ever occurred. There was no dust or blood anywhere. The blood that shot on him was not there. 'Did this happen or not?' Thomas thought to himself and discovered that this was only a test of his new skills and that there would be a lot more where that came from. Exhausted from all of the excitement, he quickly lied down and fell into a deep peaceful slumber.
The next morning Thomas woke up to a dog that closely resembled a wolf licking his fingers. 'How did this dog get in here?' He thought to himself. With a parched tongue, Thomas got up, got a drink of water, and decided to get to this dog. He turned the light on in the somewhat of a darkened room and looked right into the dog's eyes. The dog seemed to be much at peace and comfortable with him. Looking deeper into his eyes, he noticed something very miraculous. He saw the spirit of his grandfather, Kurt Yeomen. His hair looked as white as snow and his eyes looked as if they had many years of wisdom.
“What am I going to call you old boy?” Thomas asked the dog.
There was no response because normally dogs could not talk. Then in a split second the dog opened his mouth and said,
“You absolutely young man can't call me by my given name but you can call me Wabo, which means warrior.”
“Are you here to help in demon hunting? Also, do you know what happened with the blonde girls last night in this room?” Thomas asked, feeling a little odd that he was actually talking with a dog.
“I'm only here to serve as a guide during your travels. You must make all of the decisions on your own. Our Creator has allowed me to live and be with you as long as it is necessary for the betterment of humanity. Yes what happened last night with the two blondes was real and you have eliminated your first two demons,” Wabo said while his stomach growled due to the lack of food.
“You appear hungry, so let's check out of the Sleepy Hollow Inn and head over to Carl's place. I'm sure that he would have something for you to munch on,” Thomas said while scratching Wabo behind the ears.
Wabo’s appearance seemed to resemble wolf more than dog. His fur was soft and grey coloured and his muscles looked very well defined as he walked. Thomas felt good that he had Wabo with him. He checked out of the Sleepy Hollow Inn and walked to Carl's house. It was mid-morning and the aroma of bacon and eggs came from Carl's mobile home. As soon as Thomas opened the door, Carl offered Thomas a cup of coffee, which was a welcomed delight after the night he had put in. It was also time to find out the name of this small town to help the situation. As Thomas sat down, he noticed a paper titled, Dolan Springs Daily Herald. As Carl poured a cup of coffee for Thomas, it was time to ask to get some questions answered.
“Are we in Dolan Springs Nevada?” Thomas asked feeling a little stupid that he had not asked earlier.
“Yes son, we are in Dolan Springs and very close to the Cerbat Mountains, which is where there is a haven of demons for us to hunt. Who is this beautiful wolf dog with you?” Carl asked with his eyes staring right at Wabo.
“This is my new friend and companion, Wabo. He and I have become fast friends. I'm sure that he will be able to assist us in our hunt for demons,” Thomas said while stroking Wabo behind his ears.
Wabo looked at the bacon and slobbered at the pure sight of it. Carl immediately gave him some and also took a cold peace of steak out of his refrigerator and put it on a plate for Wabo. He also ran some very cold water and put it in a bowl for him. Wabo wagged his tail in gratitude and proceeded to engulf himself in his food. Carl has informed Thomas that the Cerbat Mountains is where they should go. A small retirement community needed their help. A den of demons had decided to set up their headquarters and it was up to them to stop them. They spent the majority of the day talking and enjoying an air-conditioned room due to the heat outside. Wabo decided to find himself a place to the side of Carl's couch for his resting place. It was time to take a shower and get some rest. Carl showed Thomas a small bedroom that he could use while he stayed with him. He also provided him with a towel and warm clothes for the cold desert air. Thomas decided it was time for a hot shower and some quality rest because he would need his energy.
He walked into the small bathroom of Carl's mobile home. He looked in the mirror and saw this long blond haired and stubbly faced man. Thomas's eyes appeared as blue as the ocean and full of energy and excitement for life. After turning the water on, he jumped into a hot shower and enjoyed the water hitting his face and body. He then got out and lay down to get some rest. Thomas was sure that Carl and Wabo would wake him up when the time was right.
Just like clockwork, Carl cooked some pork chops and Thomas could smell them. The aroma reminded him of his childhood. He peered over the digital clock next to the bed and it was twelve midnight. Wabo scratched at the door to go and relieve himself. The cool desert air crept into the partially opened window. Looking closer, Thomas noticed two yellow eyes peering into his bedroom. He feels the presence of evil. Thomas knew that he had to build up some courage to finish out this night. He really did not know what Wabo and he were going to be up against but he knew there was power in numbers, so he would not be alone. Thomas quickly was dressed and headed to the kitchen of this small humble mobile home. Carl smiled. Somehow he knew that Thomas loved pork chops. He put down a couple for Wabo along with a big bone to sharpen his teeth on while Carl and Thomas sat down to a quick dinner before heading to the Cerbat Mountains.
“What do you think we are going to find tonight?” Thomas asked while cutting up a moist pork chop.
“You will be surprised my dear friend. The whole development has old, young and average aged demons and the housing development lives in fear of their own lives,” Carl said while shoving a big piece of pork chop into his mouth.
“How did you find this place?” Thomas asked while gulping down a cold beer that Carl had opened for him.
“Let's just say, I have a spider like sense and can also feel them even if they are a mile away. I have a couple of friends that reside at Cerbat Retirement Home. They are very elderly but are very devout and religious people,” Carl said while wiping some gravy from the pork chops off his face.
In the background, the town clock chimed and Carl like a trained bloodhound told Thomas that it was time to go. It was half past twelve and they needed to drive up in his jeep. Wabo ran out and jumped into the back of the jeep. Thomas packed all of the demon hunting materials he needed and so did Carl. With a couple of jugs of bottled water, they headed up to the Cerbat Mountains.
The fear of the unknown only added to the suspense. The thrill was in the chase. This would really be the first time that Wabo, Carl and Thomas would be hunting together. The cool night air chilled the back of their necks as they headed to the Cerbat Mountains. Looking behind him, he noticed a very intense look on Wabo's face the closer we got to the destination. Carl seemed focused on the road and deep in thought.
After driving for a solid twenty minutes, Carl stopped on a clearing at the base of the mountain. Thomas pulled out the night binoculars to look around. Wabo jumped out of the back of jeep and ran in the distance to check for any signs of trouble. Over to the right of the clearing, Thomas found an old dusty sign that said, ‘Cerbat Mountain Retirement Home No Trespassing.’ This told Thomas that Carl was out to protect the elderly people of this small and private community. Leaning on the hood of the jeep, Thomas rubbed his chin anticipating Carl’s next move. He opened up an ice-cold bottle of water and took a big gulp, which almost froze his throat.
“I needed to stretch my old legs a little. We are going up to my cabin and I am going to show you a book that belonged to my ancestors. It describes how we are to hunt a specific demon and also its weaknesses,” Carl said scratching the back of his neck vigorously.
“Have you been tracking a specific demon before Wabo and I joined you?” Carl asked while taking another gulp of his water.
“You are right on the money there old chap. The demon that I am tracking likes to take souls and scalp his victims. It has been around for several hundred years. It first surfaced in the last 1500’s when it killed many people, both woman and children alike, right in these mountains. I plan to have you help me get rid of it for the last time. Do understand there are around four hundred demons in this area. So I hope that you plan on staying awhile with me Thomas,” Carl said while taking a deep breath of the piercing cold night air.
Wabo came back and jumped right in the back of the jeep. By his actions, it looked like he had not found anything that could have helped us. Carl jumped into the jeep, Thomas got back in and they were off to his cabin. Carl put the jeep in four-wheel drive, they drove up the hill, and then around the corner. They saw a log cabin built early in the twentieth century. Thomas unpacked all of their items and followed Carl as he unlocked the door. The smell of must and dust particles made Wabo sneeze as all of them walked into the cabin. The appearance seemed to be very humble. It had two king sized beds and old-fashioned tub and shower. Thomas’s first instinct was to check around for some good quality food. Carl smiled and told him that he always kept it stocked on a daily basis. With the cold wind blowing outside, Carl found some kindling and started a fire. Thomas found a canned stew so he lit the pilot light of the stove and put it on the potbellied stove to cook. A few moments later, Carl decided it was time to show Thomas and Wabo the book that has guided him for decades and his ancestors for hundreds of years. He opened it and dust flew from its cover, which made him cough and sneeze.
Meanwhile behind the Cerbat Retirement Home an elderly man was enjoying the night air…
The elderly but still mobile man walked out the back of the home to get some air. He popped open a cigar, which was a big taboo inside of the retirement home and lit it. With a loud pop, he popped the cork to a fifth of Crown Royal and sat down to enjoy the night air. Little did he know that it would be his last cigar!
A tall dark figure stood in the mist. He had long black silky hair that he had braided into a very tight ponytail. His face appeared clean-shaven and his eyes were completely black. He wore deerskins made by squaw Indians in the days of old. After removing his tomahawk, his tongue licked the prior blood from his last victim. His eyes turned from a solid black colour to a bright fiery orange. As he took a step, his breathing shallowed until he stood quietly behind his unknowing victim. The elderly man took a big puff of his cigar and a swig and had the sneaking suspicion that someone was behind him. He got up to see an Indian man that stood a big six foot four and more than three hundred pound before him. In complete horror, he dropped his bottle of Crown Royal and cigar to the ground. The demon forced the elderly man’s mouth open to snatch his soul. A fiery red light came out of the demon’s mouth and then he watched as the old man’s soul moved out of his body. He resisted with every ounce of his strength. The fiery red light won the battle as the demon consumed the soul of helpless victim. The demon let out a warrior cry and then the surroundings changed to a camp of Indians in the days of old. The demon’s face had war paint on it and then weirdly the surroundings changed back to normal. This saddened the demon; he took the tomahawk, scalped the old man, and then ran like a thief into the night yelling a war cry.
Meanwhile back with Wabo and Thomas…
“Did you hear that war cry?” Wabo whispered to Thomas as he lay at this side.
“Nope I didn’t hear anything,” Thomas said with a bewildered look on his face as Carl told him about the book and munching on a piece of pork chop.
Wabo had a sixth sense, and it seemed that something had just happened. He let Thomas know that he needed to get rid of an Indian demon. Wabo licked Thomas’s hand as if he wanted him to take him out to relieve himself. With his tail wagging, Thomas took him outside so they could have a talk. Thomas quietly took Wabo out of the cabin and into a wooded area.
“Thomas, a very big demon just killed a helpless man at the retirement home.” Wabo said while relieving himself on a nearby bush.
“How do you know about that?” Thomas asked with a confused look on his face.
“I was able to walk out of this dog body and do some scouting, which is what I’ve been instructed to do. He snatched the soul right out of a man. The surroundings changed to that of an Indian village in the days of old. The warrior had face paint on and gave out a war cry. Oddly, things changed back to normal. The demon scalped his victim and ran off into the night. By that time, I was back into the dog body and that is when I heard the war cry. We need to find out the name of this demon and vanquish him as soon as possible,” Wabo said with discernment in his voice.
“We will do our best at finding a way to stop him,” Thomas said as they both walked back into the cabin.
They both walked in and found Carl looking at them with a scowling expression on his face. He poured a cup of cold soda for Thomas and then sat down to tell us what was on his mind.
“First and foremost, I know the true identity of Wabo. He is Kurt Yeoman, your great-grandfather. I am also aware that he can speak. It irritates me that you are hiding his identity. What do you think I am a fool or something?” Carl said with pissed off look on his face.
“I’m sorry Carl; I was only following instruction from up above.” Wabo said while licking Carl’s fingers to apologize to him.
“When Thomas first brought you with him, I could see your spirit inside of the dog body. I knew exactly what was going on from the get go. The both of you need to stop the deception going forward is that clearly understood?” Carl asked with a look of anger in his eyes as he scratched Wabo behind the ears.
“We hear you loud and clear Carl. He and I were discussing what I saw while travelling out of my body. A big, fierce and brutal Indian demon just consumed a soul at the retirement home. All of us need to find this demon and take care of him once and for all,” Wabo said while wagging his tail toward Carl.
“You are speaking of the demon called Wapato. He is mentioned in the book that we have before us. Back in the days of old, a group of medicine men put a curse on him. He killed some women and children just for sport. The curse forbids him from finding the true location of his tribe. When he swallows up a soul, he gets a small glimpse of his tribe but then the curse placed on him by the medicine men kicks him back. Let me guess Wabo, this demon stood about six foot four and had a long tightly braided ponytail. He looked to be close to three hundred pounds and very muscular. Am I getting warm?” Thomas asked looking into the eyes of Thomas and Wabo.
“Carl, you are dead on as far as what occurred and the demon’s appearance. How do we get rid of this menace?” Wabo asked while chewing on a piece of jerky Thomas had given him.
“The book says that we have to summon him by burning a root that is only found in the Cerbat Mountains. We have to be on the burial ground that is about one hundred yards from the retirement home. Once we summon him, we have to overpower him; otherwise, all of us could meet a very dismal and prompt death. We will have to use all of our tools and Wabo will need to stick close. Our Creator has given him the power of discernment. He will be able to see Wapato appear before we do. Once we kill him, his bones will have to be burned to get rid of him for eternity,” Carl said while feeding Wabo another piece of jerky.
“By the looks of it, we won’t be able to do it until tonight. The morning sun is just about to come and our guidelines are only to hunt demons during the night, which is the time that they make themselves known,” Wabo said with a piece of jerky falling out of his mouth.
Carl already had the root needed to summon the demon. Wabo decided it was time to sleep. He curled up in front of the fire and drifted off into a deep slumber. Thomas wasted no time, he took the last piece of pizza, a piece of jerky and a bottle of water and jumped on one of the king sized beds and quickly fell fast asleep. Carl looked tired because of all of the excitement, followed Thomas and got into the other bed and quickly went back to sleep.
Thomas quickly fell into a deep sleep but weirdly found that he was in an old Indian village in the days of old. He saw Wapato savagely killing his own race. With his bow and arrow and his tomahawk, he slaughtered helpless women and children. You could see the rage in his face with each swing of his tomahawk. Women and children gave out blood curdling screams as he cut their heads off and carried them around as trophies, while screaming a war cry at the top of his lungs. In the background, Thomas could see a group of elderly Indian men chanting and shaking rattles. This made Wapato stop and look at them.
Out from the ground, a group of dark eerie shadows came out and pulled him to depths of hell to bother them no more. Wapato fought with every ounce of his burly build but he was no match for the forces of the curse set on him. When Wapato fell into the depths of Hell, his eyes turned completely black. All signs of humanity vanished and were replaced with demonic possession. One of Hell's Angels told him that he had to consume souls to get out of the depths of his curse. To show a sign of power, the angel grabbed Wapato's beating heart right out his chest, threw it on the ground, and stomped on it. This made him fall to his knees in extreme pain. Freakishly, his heart went back into his chest but ceased to beat, which meant he was now part of the living dead.
Later that evening, Thomas woke up to the smell of coffee, steak and eggs wafting their aroma toward his nose. Wabo had already joined Carl for dinner and was gnawing on a steak bone that was alongside a bowl of clean cool water. Thomas and Wabo could see a look of intensity on Carl's face. They both knew that the team had to be victorious; otherwise, they would meet their dismal end. In the background, the sun started its way down to set and allow darkness to come. Thomas and Carl engulfed themselves deeply into their steak and eggs. Wabo watched in amazement as his friends prepared to eliminate Wapato and his reign of terror on the retirement home. They talked for hours about demons in the book. Carl took a big last gulp of his gourmet coffee and Thomas followed, which showed Wabo that it was time.
They gathered up all of the items including the root to summon the demon. Thomas, Carl and Wabo piled into the jeep and they headed to the sacred burial ground for Wapato. Carl watched as the jeep drove by the retirement home to find the police gathering the body of the soulless, elderly man that Wapato had killed without prejudice. The cold evening air hit their faces as Carl slowed down and pulled over when they found the sacred burial ground of Wapato’s people. Carl and Thomas took the root and all of the items needed to vanquish Wapato now and forever.
“Are you sure you’re ready for this?” Carl asked with a sombre look on his face as they walked closer to the burial ground.
“Yes, why do you ask, Carl?” Thomas asked with a confused yet determined look on his face.
“I could answer that question, my dear friends. Carl is simply trying to give you a warning that it may get very ugly and someone may get killed,” Wabo said, looking wisely into both of their eyes.
“Thomas, make sure you have all of the items needed to kill Wapato nearby. Judging by what I have read of this demon, he is very powerful and takes no prisoners. In some cases, he has cut his victims across the belly and eaten their insides while giving out his war cry.”
“That sounds pretty brutal and also it’s time that we rid him and put him away forever,” Wabo said with a look of assurance toward Thomas and Carl.
Carl and Thomas walked very close to the burial area. Thomas put all of the items nearby and at the ready in case they were needed. Carl prepared a pile of the root to light on fire to summon Wapato. Wabo could sense pure evil around them. Thomas put the glasses on and had the knife that pierced the side of the Saviour at his side. When Carl finished the pile of roots, he looked at Wabo and Thomas then used his Zippo to light the fire.
The aroma of the root smelled bittersweet. The clear cold and dark night suddenly changed to dark storm clouds. There was no rain but bolts of lightning were hitting close to the burial ground. Wabo appeared to be very uneasy as he could sense the demon getting ready to surface. Thomas and Carl waited in anticipation to allow the root to do its job. The fire of the root intensified to a large pile of burning amber. Wabo’s eyes stood solely in the eastern direction of the burial ground. The ground shook as Wapato took each step toward them. When he got closer to them, Carl, Wabo and Thomas could see the fiery orange look in his eyes. Merely by just being close to him, all of them could feel the presence of pure evil. Growling loudly, Wabo charged Wapato in a fury, jumped high in the air and with his sharp canine death bit at the throat of the demon. Carl and Thomas quickly took some of the sacred dirt from the saviour’s burial place and went in a circle around Wabo and Wapato to trap him. Blood shot high in the air from the demon’s neck as Wabo savagely tore flesh and continued to make every attempt to distract him. The same knife Thomas had on his side duplicated itself and appeared in Carl’s hands.
With Wabo biting at the neck, Carl and Thomas both looked at each other and then drove their knives deep in each side of the demon. With his brute strength, Wapato threw Wabo to the side of him. Wabo hit his head on a rock, which knocked him out. The wound from Wapato’s bite quickly healed but the two sacred knifes drove him to his knees. He took his tomahawk and threw it at Thomas, which stuck into his chest. Blood and water shot out from each of the stab wounds inflicted by Thomas and Carl. Wapato looked at them with anger in his eyes. Carl, thinking outside the box, took his bowie knife and sliced Wapato from the left side of his belly to the right. Blood, water and intestines came out but the ground shook as a whole multitude of souls escaped from his belly and ascended into the heavens. A war cry came from the lungs of Wapato as he watched all of the captured souls fighting to get out of his belly. The ground around him breathed as if it were a living entity and then with a look of sadness, Wapato looked into the eyes of Carl and Thomas and shed tears of deep sorrow as black images came from the ground giving off screams of helplessness. His own soul had been snatched from his body and brought down to the depths of hell. His body laid there and it was time to burn the bones to keep Wapato there for eternity. Thomas pulled the tomahawk from his chest and the wound immediately healed as the ring on his finger glowed to assure him that he would be cared for and protected while fighting the world of demons and enemies for our Creator.
Thomas and Carl took the bones of Wapato and burned them while placing some more of the sacred soil on them. Wabo came too and walked over to both of them waging his tail as he watched the demon’s bones burn with a heavenly fire.