"David, it's Joseph," Sir Joseph said, his voice steady despite the turmoil that churned within him. "We need to talk. There's been a recent development… something big. The demons are back."
David's voice crackled through the phone, sharp with concern. "What's going on?"
"We've got evidence of demonic essence at the latest crime scene," Sir Joseph explained, his words clipped with urgency. "It's been years since we've seen anything like this. I'm worried this could be a sign of a larger threat."
David was silent for a moment, the weight of the situation sinking in. "Alright, meet me at the usual spot. We need to go over this in detail."
The call ended, leaving Joseph in a brief moment of stillness. He grabbed his coat, the familiar weight of responsibility settling on his shoulders as he headed out. The night air was crisp as he made his way through the city, his mind already piecing together the implications of what they were facing.
He met David at a secluded café, a small, dimly lit place tucked away in a quiet corner of the city. It was a place they had frequented for years, a sanctuary where they could speak freely without the prying eyes of the world. As they settled into a corner booth, the low hum of conversation around them faded into the background, the weight of the situation pushing everything else aside.
Sir Joseph placed his tablet on the table, the screen glowing faintly in the dim light as he laid out the details of the case. David's eyes scanned the information, his brow furrowing with every new piece of evidence. The tension in the air was palpable, the gravity of their discovery hanging over them like a dark cloud.
Their focus was shattered by a sudden commotion outside the café. A loud, sickening thud echoed through the street, followed by the panicked gasps of the crowd that had gathered. The two men exchanged a glance, instincts kicking in as they bolted from their seats and rushed outside.
The scene that greeted them was one of horror. A figure lay crumpled on the pavement, having fallen from the fifth floor of the building directly above the café. The body was twisted in a way that defied nature, the impact sending shockwaves through the onlookers who stared in frozen disbelief.
Sir Joseph's heart pounded in his chest as he pushed through the crowd, his eyes narrowing as he took in the grotesque injuries that marred the body. Deep, claw-like marks were gouged into the flesh—wounds that were disturbingly similar to those they had seen at the crime scene earlier.
"They are here," Sir Joseph breathed, a cold certainty settling over him. Without another word, he turned and sprinted toward the building's entrance, urgency driving his every step.
David followed close behind, his mind racing to catch up with the terrifying reality of what they were dealing with. "Joseph, are you sure?" he called out, his voice tinged with disbelief. "They don't usually create ruckus in public."
Sir Joseph didn't slow down or look back. "There's no doubt," he shouted over his shoulder. "We need to get to that room, now!"
They burst through the entrance of the building, the stairwell looming before them. Joseph took the stairs two at a time, his breath coming in short, determined bursts as he ascended. David struggled to keep pace, the gruesome scene they had just witnessed replaying in his mind.
When they finally reached the fifth floor, Joseph didn't hesitate. He flung open the door with a force that sent it crashing against the wall, his eyes immediately locking onto the scene inside.
The room was dimly lit, the flickering light from a broken lamp casting eerie shadows across the walls. In the center of the room, a demon loomed over a small child, its grotesque features twisted into a horrifying grin. The creature's eyes glowed with a malevolent light, and its elongated, clawed hands were slick with fresh blood. The child lifeless head served on the floor, eyes wide with terror, as the demon feasted on its flesh.
David stumbled backward, his face draining of color as he struggled to comprehend the nightmare before him. "This… this is…"
Joseph's jaw clenched, his eyes burning with a fury that threatened to consume him. "We must end this," he said, his voice low and filled with a deadly resolve. "We can't let them continue."
David's shock quickly turned to anger, his hands balling into fists at his sides. "We need to stop this now!" he shouted, his voice shaking with the intensity of his emotions.
Joseph's eyes hardened, his determination like steel. "Agreed. Let's put an end to this."
The two men steeled themselves, their resolve unwavering despite the horror that surrounded them. The air in the room was thick with the stench of blood and death, but their minds were clear, focused on the task at hand. As they prepared to confront the demon, the weight of their mission settled heavily on their shoulders. They knew the risks, the dangers that lay ahead, but their determination to protect the innocent and rid the world of these monstrous creatures was unshakable.
The battle that was about to unfold would be brutal, but for Sir Joseph Mills and David Wright, there was no other option. The demons had returned, growing more stronger feeding on humans, and it was up to them to send them back to the darkness from where they are rising their head again.
To be continued...