Siven reached the hospital and saw her son cuffed to the bed passed out with doctors attending to him. The nun, the police, the victim's family were there. A mixed of emotions lingered in the air and right by the bed was a red dark figure hunched by the bed, smirking and smiling with excitement. "It was all a game to him," Siven thought to herself as she recognised that the soul residing in her son's body was not her son's. The mother of the victim stormed in and raised her hand to slap her. But before she could land her palm on her, something stopped her movement. Mortified, she took a few steps back.
"You! you devil worshipper!" She yelled in accusation. "No, I'm not!" Siven snapped angrily but what did this woman know, she was not born with the gift. She turned to the nun, "Please continue to pray while I watched him by my side." The nun nodded. Before they could approach the patient, the doctor stopped them. "The patient need to rest," the doctor said and continued, "You can stay." Siven nodded empathetically.
The man opened his eyes wearily, looking at the demonic being and then at the strange woman in greyish curly hair. The woman reassured him through telepathy, "Don't worry, I can see it too. My son's soul had gone missing and you are trapped in his body instead. Tell me your name, maybe I can find a way for you to go back." The man was astonished but not phased, "John Tucker. Please help me." "Don't worry, first let me get rid of that thing." Sevi replied in her mind. The creature disappeared out of sight at the first sign of trouble. "See it's gone. You are born with the gift. Something might come tonight, you have to hang in there." Sevi told the man.
She knew the soul collector might come. They call them the reaper but in truth they were nothing more than collectors vying for rare souls. Despite their human appearance, they might have their own hidden agenda. She chanted a protection spell clenching her charm, calling upon the powers of the ancestors. Convening them for protection.
After escaping the hordes of demons, Julia and Indigo finally arrived at the shophouse. "Can we find a way to kill them? They are so annoying like flies," complained Indigo. "That's why we are here." Julia replied. The reapers turned to see the rare humans. "My my my, what rare guests we have today?" goes the shopkeeper. "Is he the messiah you're looking for?" Julia asked ignoring the reapers. "What? messiah?" Indigo was surprised. But more than that he was angry, "Hey what is going on?" "Shush, just trust me." Julia whispered. "For a woman who can't see, you have lots of guts to bring a messiah to the demon realm." "This is just the underworld over-run by rats, shouldn't it be time for you to do some damage control already? If I didn't know I would assume this realm is the sewer realm" Julia jested. "Hahahahaha, indeed indeed. The realm is no longer what it used to be, but they are my customers too. You sure you want to make enemies out of them?" the shopkeeper said with a glint of sharpness and stroking his dragon beard. "Just give us what you promised, you wanted to talk to the messiah and here he is." Julia said. "So impatient." the shopkeeper reached for Indigo and plucked his hair weighing it on the scale. The scale remained balanced. The shopkeeper replied, "Fine. Here you go. The soul of a witch's son, 5 angel swords and your eyes." With that, Julia regained her sight, "Come Indigo, there is someone we have to save."