PETER LOOKED AT THE BLACKEYE IN HIS FACE in the mirror ‘done’… by-his twin – with admiration. He was dressing-up to go for the Sunday Mass with his mom, minus Paul…

… who had stayed over-night at the hospital.

The ‘plotting’ Peter was first to be downstairs, to create a good impression to his mom, so to be in her good-books today…

… after yesterday’s altercation…

The newspapers were ‘not’ in yet – as he had eagerly waited, anticipating for any mention of the PFC-Rematch tomorrow. Peter switched on the telly for the morning news, and instantly switched it off when he saw the same recording of yesterday’s ‘boring’ economic speech of Mayor John Blake.

Peter looked-up… Caroline was coming down the stairs, in her Sunday-best…

-O-

In the Audi…

… on journeying to St. Michaels church, the one-armed son badmouthed to his mother, of his ‘strayed-from-the-herd’ brother…

“Now-here we are… going to Sunday-church as a ‘family,’ without Poe.”

His mother chuckled…

“Well… he is with his girlfriend whom he cares for, ‘who’ happened to be in a coma – so, put yourself in his shoes, wouldn’t you do the ‘same’ too, if you ‘had’ girlfriend like him?”

“That’s beside the point, Mom – can’t you see that your ungrateful-prodigal son is bailing out to be an apostate, to this ‘perfect’ religion?”

‘You STOP THIS CONVERSATION, Peter – and don’t judge, when you are ‘not’ perfect yourself!”

“Yes Mommy, let Our-God JUDGE HIM INSTEAD – cos’ from quoting Father Brown’s sermons – the blinded-by love, brother of mine had committed a Mortal Sin of all-Sins – which is punishable by eternal contamination in hell – when HE HAD RENOUNCED TO GET OUT of our proud-Catholics, to join a pagan-faith!”

“Hey, stop-it, WE DON’T KNOW – if he’s Buddhist, okay?”

“Why are you defending him, Mom…? Is it because Buddhism is veganism, coz’ you’re one’ yourself – a veggo?”

Caroline on the steering wheel laughed, before responding…

“I became a vegan for health reasons and benefits – because my-side of the family have cancer-genes… and that’s why I stopped and don’t eat meat.”

“See – you are doing it again Mom – avoid addressing the huge-chunk of elephant-meat in the room – whereas, me-as his elder twin brother who ‘knows’ we both have a bigger problem because Poe is now a defector and deserter.

“Mom, I urge you to talk to Father Brown later after Mass – and tell him that this SERIOUS ‘RELIGIOUS-CRIME’ that is openly happening in our holy-parish. Let the capable man-of-God himself handle ‘it,’ as he KNOWS GOD’S LAWS BEST – by him…

“… talking some ‘good-sense’ into that Holy-cow-brained son of yours…”

His mother giggled all along, before releasing a peal of loud laughter.

“Come-on Mom… I’M ‘SERIOUS’ here…!”

“Then, my boy, I seriously urge that you to join the Seminary if you flunk-school – because by the sound of it…

“… you preach like our Father Brown – as an apple for apple.”

-O-

In church…

… through-out the entire sermon of Father Brown which was ‘boring,’ as the Mayor of Perth’s speech – and Peter was daydreaming about tomorrow’s PFC-Rematch.

The one-armed tween then sat-up, beaming proudly… when his parish priest next announced that the PFC-Rematch was tomorrow at Stamford High, and urged the St. Michael’s parishioners to go over and support…

… and if they can’t attend… just say a prayer for the PFC victory.

-O-

Outside the church, after Mass…

… a score of well-wishers surrounded Peter in the parking lot to wish him good luck and play his best. After they left, inside the car – Peter said to Caroline…

“Mom, do you feel ‘proud’ of me…? If so… you-can buy me brekkie.”

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PAUL’S HEAD WAS FACE DOWN ON ALICIA’S BED in the coma ward, coo-snoring. A hand tapped, calling his name. Awaken…

… he looked blurry-up at Cousin-Lily Wang, who was offering him a plastic cup of a steaming cup of milked coffee. He took the coffee in his left hand and realised his right hand was ‘held-firm-tight’ – by the coma Alicia, in comatose-state.

Last night, Robin-Alicia’s mom… was here, as she was talking to him about Alicia’s childhood till late, while Lily and a couple of relatives had left home. Since now, her mom left home, and Lily was back this morning – as both the family members were taking shift-duties, in looking after his girlfriend.

The doctor who had administered CPR…

… that saved the system-failure-scare Alicia, now came to check on her improved vitals – and praised to Cousin-Lily that Alicia for her fighting-spirit. Paul on the wheelchair shook his hand and thanked the doctor too…

What Paul doesn’t realise that HIS ‘AURA’ HAD SAVED Alicia’s soul, from the grim-reapers – when they took her… to the realm of Diyu, the Chinese hell.

Paul’s iPhone vibrated…

It was his mom coming to pick him up after church. Now that Alicia was out of ‘danger’ – he needed to go home…

… and keep an eye of his twin brother – because tomorrow, was the day the Evil-one was to fully ‘takeover’ Peter in physical-body…

… of the now, ‘possessed’ as the Cursed-one.

Paul sighed… that he had not’ a clue, what was going to transpire tomorrow, by facing evil with no fight game-plan strategy…

‘…where are you, Mercury…?”

What Paul doesn’t realise that – his ‘AURA’ WAS ALREADY with Mercury – in Egypt…

... in the DREAM-IN-A-DREAM REALM…

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AT DAWN ON SUNDAY, A HAND SHOOK THE B-GIRL’S SHOULDER to wake her up. The groggy blind Jane was awake… and in a raspy voice, responded…

“Mummy… is that you…?”

The strong-dosed medication that her doctor-mother had given her, had knocked her ‘out’ senseless… that she had slept through…

… the ‘entire’ serious-crime ORDEAL ‘HAPPENED’ downstairs last night…

… with-the loud gunshots shooting between Hajji and her mother…

… who-was trying to PROTECT HER SON… from being abducted from home, the 2nd time.

Shelley sat on the Queen-sized bed, and placed her hand on Jane’s cheek… and told her in a crying voice…

“Jane… its Daddy – he suffered a heart attack last night, and… a stroke too…”

“What-Dad… Mummy, how…?”

She hugged her mother, and they both cried.

“Come Jane… let’s go to the hospital to see him…”

-O-

From downstairs below…

… Shelley looked up with Samuel sleeping in her arms – and the mother saw Jane had changed her pyjama to a dress… coming down the stairs with her cane.

Bullet-holes were on the wall when blind-Jane was descending-downstairs. Her mother did ‘not’ want to tell her of ‘what’ happened last night – as to ‘not’ to worry her further, with her father now in the hospital.

While stepping out of the main door, Janes’ runners stepped on fragments of glass crunching, from beneath her sole – Jane was ‘not’ in the right-state of mind to process ‘that’ – and neither did-she asked her mummy…

When she got on the backseat of the SUV… to accompany her sleeping brother – blind-Jane felt ‘weird,’ that… she was in 2-worlds…

… Jane-the-host HAD ‘NOT’ REALIZED that – her ‘aura’ was now captured by the Evil-one, in the ‘other’ realm.

Still sleepy, she hugged Samuel and slept too, while the Mazda drove to the hospital.

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THEY BOTH WALKED IN A BRIEF SAND-STORM, in the desert. Paul’s aura levitated and followed the horned Red-demon, in the desert dunes of the Middle-east. When the storm passed, Paul saw Mercury, pointing over with his single-hand, beyond the horizon…

Behold, Paul saw the tall Dark-tower, smacked on the desert, in the middle of nowhere.

He was enlightened by the demon, saying to him…

“That IS WHERE the ‘blood’ of your twin is – guarded by 2 hell-hound Fu-Dogs – but the place is impenetrable… because it is enchanted by the Underworld-bloody-Blackmagic!”

“What we do now, Merc?”

“Now we wait for ‘your’ friend?”

The Red-demon struck his sword in the sands – it stood upright… he squatted down…

“What friend…? Stop talking in riddles, I don’t have any friends here’ other than your ex-… Venus.”

“Its ‘not’ her – you ‘got’ another friend… and HE IS COMING, in a bit…”

“Who?”

“You will see, O Good-one – why tell and spoil the surprise – hey, you hungry?”

“Yeah, a bit…”

“Me too.”

Mercury pointed ‘something’… running fast in the sand ahead. and hiding…

“See that – that is ‘Dhabb’ – we can eat that.”

Paul squinted to scrutinize the milieu, in the desert sunset – and ‘saw’ what Dhabb was – they were rat-sized, desert monitor-lizards.

“Yuck! I’m not eating any bloody-lizards!”

“Then starve – when in Egypt, do what the Abrahamics do – they eat-Dhabb, we eat-Dhabb.”

“No-thank-you… Eww… I pass.”

“Okay fine – stay here!”

Mercury stood up from the squatting position – plucked his sword up from the sand… and left to go hunting for ‘his’ food. Paul looked down to where the demon had squatted… just-now…

“Bloody-gross!”

Paul spat in disgust, to see demon-poop, in the sand.

Without wasting any time, the cripple-tween wanted to ‘cross over’ to the dark tower, by himself…

… which was only a kilometre away, from where he was levitating. But it was an unfruitful effort, where it was a never-ending-hovering forward… and mentally tiring too – as the cursed-tower was enraptured by Asmodeus’ Blackmagic.

Frustrated, Paul sat on the sand in the sunset – and he gazed at the one-armed demon running around, catching desert-lizards for his dinner.

-O-

THE 3 LIZARDS BURNED CHARRED-BLACK into a crisp, in the pit-fire, dug into the sands – under the watchful eyes of the salivating demon-chef. Mercury put his hand into the fire and drew out a skewered-Dhabb… that by now, was looking like a burnt-up twig.

The Red-demon took a bite at the lizard’s head and chewed on its baked-up skull – which sounded like the crackles of potato chips to Paul.

“This is how I like my Dhabb cooked, yum-yum, nom-nom… you want some?”

“NO! Just eat your crap – and leave ME ALONE!”

“What’s wrong…?”

… the disgruntled Paul mumbled out…

“Here we are in the middle of the desert DOING ‘NOTHING’ – but with ‘your’ eating your junk-food, when Perth over there, is going to ‘trash and crash,’ when EVIL COMES TO INVADE it… whatever time, the bloody-blood-moon pops-up here, in some realms Greenwich Meridian-time…!”

Disappointed, he stood up from the pit-fire that had kept him warm, from the chilling blowing desert-winds. Turning his back… Paul heard the demon chucking…

“Patience, O Good-one… patience…”

He then heard the demon burp aloud, saying with a yawn…

“Get some rest, boy – you will need it, to complete ‘the’ mission…”

Paul’s aura decided ‘not’ to argue – and sat back, by the fire and sulk. Before long, his ‘disgusting’ partner-in-crime was snoring. He looked-on a bit at the sunset, now nested in the horizon of the darkening skies, that glowed reddishly…

… Paul then spotted an odd anomaly – some-sort of a winged creature that dove-down the altitude… and ‘it’ was soaring-fast towards them…

He stood in battle-ready stance – and cried to alert…

“Mercury – INCOMING!”

All Paul heard was, lazy-laidback chuckles…

“It’s about time – there he cometh – your ‘FRIEND…’”

Next, the cripple heard a booming voice… which he heard before, in the Underworld casino.

“MERCURY! I have warned you, then and then again – STOP ABDUCTING my CHRISTIANS!!!”

The terrified Paul fell on his knees and buried his face in the sands-below – with the demon still chucking behind him...

“Relax – and stop losing you feathers by worrying-up of ‘nonsense,’ you winged buffoon – I ‘only’ came to help him.”

“No-you sly-demon, you had ‘set’ a trap – and you ‘used’ him as your bait – to lure-me over here!”

“Yea-I ‘did,’ and what took you so-long, bird-brain…? Happy-hours at the Asmo-Bar?”

Both the celestial-entities heard the terrified Paul’s aura, making ‘declarations’ of his guilt…

“My Guardian-Archangel… FORGIVE ME for my association with this demon… O My Prince of heavenly-host…”

“There comes his-Sunday-school bla-bla-bla…” The Red-demon got cynical…

“…and the Protector of Israel…”

“Protector of my arse too… hey Good-one, here are some updates to your outdated Sunday-school lessons…

“… since the 3rd-wave came into Paradise… your Guardian-angel had been redundant when ‘they’ put a stop to serving wine over there – and thus the partying, soon…

"… ended in Paradise…

“And, since then…

"… the Abrahamics had gone-strict ‘halal’ – with NO wine, gambling and pork-eating – so our-dear-friend St. Mikey here…

"… would then sneak into the Underworld every-time…

"… for his-booze, poker-game and pork-chops.”

The Archangel drew-out his sword… and pointed at laughing Mercury throat – and the fearless Red-demon stepped forward, to the blade.

“Mercury, I have warned you countless times to ‘NOT’ INTERFERE with Creator’s realms, laws, and plans – looks-like, I have to drag you personally to the Underworld – and BEHEAD YOU in front of the ‘your’ Old-man!”

“And, what you ‘gain’ by doing that, Mikey…? More ‘free-flowing’ booze?

“Hey-instead… why can’t you help ‘THIS’ MORTAL THIS ONCE, and I’m out of ‘your’ face for GOOD – NOW HOW about it, Michael?”

“NO!”

“For ‘once’ in this yonks-aeon realm, BE BLOODY-USEFUL – instead of being an annoying winged-buffoon, and an Abrahamic LOYAL-DOG, where you are flying around and running about in circles – that SERVES ‘NO’ PURPOSE to anyone-anymore!!!”

“NO, that defies the Creator’s DIVINE PLAN!”

They both saw Paul on his knees, hugging on to his Guardian-angel’s legs, placing his forehead on his sandals – pleading and begging…

“Please my-Angel… save my city… and save my twin brother too…”

“But-mortal… what you ask of me would go AGAINST THE WORD of the Creator… which I would be answerable to!”

“Just calm your-feathers down – do you wanna say ‘no’ to this 12-year-old doe-eyed INNOCENT BOY, who prays to you every-night?

“By you denying him… would make him lose his fate in y’all, and MAY ABANDON your bandwagon of triple-faiths – to be A NON-BELIEVER…!”

“But if I open the ‘gates,’ it WOULD BE a ‘sin’ on my head…”

Mercury intervened…

“No, it will ‘NOT’ BE THAT-WAY – let both my-Old-man and your-Old-man sort it out, during Judgement-Day on who has a bigger ‘dong’ – but for now, Mikey…

… ‘open’ THE GATES FOR US, please and LET US FIGHT ‘our’ fight – and you can CLOSE IT LATER, ‘after’ the blood-moon sets – now, how about it!!?”

The supreme winged-celestial was silent a moment – he sighed – and struck his sword down into the desert-sand – and was the key-to-the-lock, that ‘broke’ the spell of the Blackmagic, which was protecting the evil-tower like a force-field.

“WOO-HOO – Thank-kay-you much-much, Mikey!”

The horned Mercury cried out, in delight.

“I’m holding ‘YOU’ RESPONSIBLE, O-you ‘defector’ Red-demon – WHO IS NEITHER for the Paradise nor the Underworld!”

“Yes… MY-RESPONSIBILITY ACCEPTED – I’m had been renegade all along’ and-as an INDEPENDENT DEMON STATUS… of one-of-its-kind – but trust me, Michael, I will KEEP MY WORD, and protect this mortal with my life – and also would buy you the first round of drinks, when we meet again to celebrate…”

The angel did ‘not’ respond – and he flew away – into the sunset.

“What are we waiting for, O’ Good-one – IT’S REVOLUTION-TIME…!!?”

The demon and the blue aura – both ran towards the Dark-tower…

… the-fierce Fu-dogs guarding the main entrance were on-alert…

… of the breached-trespassers…

... and they ran-over… to attack them.

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THE 3 WILSONS ARRIVED AT THE HOSPITAL wardroom. The still-groggy blind-Jane was led by her mother… to touch-and-feel her comatose father’s face. And, when her hand touched Anthony’s respirator-mask, sightless Jane broke down…

… and wailed out aloud…

… Shelley and Samuel too cried… and the 3 of them huddled-tight.

Jane loved her workaholic father, even though she saw him ‘lesser’ ever since she attended Stamford High – but he was there when she ‘needed’ him-most before. Right now, she was angry at herself, if she had ‘cursed’ her father with his-illness – and would she lose him ‘too’…

… like she had lost everyone that she ‘had’ loved, like – her AI, her dog, and her BFF….

The 3rd member of the Cursed-trio then ruminated…

… that Asmodeus was solely-responsible for HER ‘DOWNFALL’ of terrible bad-lucks – and ‘blamed’ him entirely for it…

… and SWORE VENGEANCE…

… if she ‘faced’ him – in HIS ‘COMING’…

… on Monday…

-O-

After 5 hours of sitting around in Anthony’s ward, Samuel was sugar-high, feeding on lollies from the vending machine – and he ran-wild and noisy around outside, with his milk-bottle. Soon it was noon, Shelley the mother saw her both her children were getting tired and hungry, despite feeding her daughter with hot snacks from the vending machine earlier, as her breakfast.

A doctor then told them that the surgeons would perform Anthony’s heart-surgery, later in the evening. The Wilsons then left home…

Before they went home, Shelley took her children for lunch, in a restaurant – to be fed ‘proper’ nutritious food.

-O-

At the Wilsons’ residence later… the mother walked into the front door, of their ‘crime-scene’ living room which was a wreck – she told her B-girl to go up to her room and rest, for the big-game tomorrow…

… while her annoyed son was trying to get his mother’s attention too, at the same time… when Jane broke-down, to respond…

“Mummy, I don’t think I want to play tomorrow...”

She hugged her mother and was crying, thinking of her father.

“No-Jane… you ‘must’ play tomorrow – just suck-it-up, and play ‘it’ – for your daddy…”

The obedient, blind-Jane nodded, wiped her tears – and went upstairs to her bedroom. Then the mother turned to her son, who had called her several times, who was also in tears…

“What, Samuel?”

“Mummy, you ‘bad’ girl – you break my telly – I going tell Daddy you-bad – no telly… no Jungle Book… no Popobawa…!”

The angry-sad boy hurled the remote control, which hit the bullet-holes laden television screen. He sat on the floor and wailed his heart-away, with the ‘loss’ of his obsession…

… Shelley pulled his arm… and took her cranky son upstairs, for his nap.

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CAROLINE PICKED UP PAUL AT THE HOSPITAL after church, and the Walkers headed to the deli for brunch. Her cripple son sat on his wheelchair and ate his Rueben sandwich quietly, and Caroline ‘understood’ – that he did ‘not’ want to share his ‘stories’…

… of his stayover at the come ward – because of Peter’s presences at the table…

… but Peter got his mother’s ‘sole’ attention – and he was blabbering and boasting away, of tomorrow’s PFC-Rematch.

-O-

Later reaching the Walkers’ House, Caroline noticed both her sons went into their respective bedrooms – leaving her ‘alone,’ wearing her Sunday-best… but nowhere to go…

… since she ‘broke-up’ with Tom Harris – but he was-still left her messages, in her iPhone, which Caroline ignored.

Mesmerized by the aesthetics, as she gazed out of her window, at the lawn-sprinkler in motion, spraying water at the backdrop of ‘not’ sunny day… and she thought of Solomon, her late-husband – who had green-fingers…

Since he worked-from home in his architect career, he was also into gardening – and on Sundays, after coming back from church, both husband-wife would use-to do gardening – while their 9-year-old sons used to run and play with their toys in the lawn.

Solomon too would get lots of praises from the relatives of his garden of beautiful flowerbeds, whenever the Walkers threw the family group's barbeque in their lawn.

… Caroline decided to stay home – and do some gardening, of what was ‘left’ of Solomon’s prized-garden. She changed into comfortable clothing and stepped outside the house. And, she was sad that most of the potted plants had died, during the summer – where she-herself had ‘no’ the time to water her plants, as she was busy into her police-work.

She would ‘not’ expect her sons to do the daily plant-watering, as they were handicaps. So, she decided to re-pot, her surviving plants – and reminded herself to take the responsibly of water them daily, when she got home late at night from work.

-O-

Her iPhone rang – and it was police-work related…

… it was Det. Sargent Ricky Blunt who informed her that last night, there was a break-in and gun shootout at the Wilsons, where it was believed that – DR SHELLEY WILSON HAD SHOT the police-suspect Hajji…

… and injured him…

… in his failed attempt to kidnap, her son again.

Caroline was wowed by Shelley’s bravery – and had ‘not’ clue, that she owned a gun till now. It was a blessing too, for before-long…

… the injured Hajji in-hiding, would ‘come-out’…

… to seek medical treatment for his gunshot. This-was when…

… the police would finally close-in and ‘trap’ him, and eventually would solve her ‘mind-boggling’ crime-case, of the ‘ghost’ Hajji.

Now, all she had to do was, to deep-focus on the deployment of the police-manpower…

… on monitoring all hospitals and vet-clinics – for the ‘possible’ Hajji’s turn-up for treatment…

…. then, she received a text message’…

… from Tom Harris again, asking her if she would turn-up tomorrow afternoon for the PFC-Rematch, to support her son – Caroline ignored his text…

… deep inside she was ‘mad’ at him, for ‘doubting’ the innocence of her handicapped sons – and label them both, to-be Perth’s would-be criminals. And, she decided ‘not’…

… to go to the PFC-Rematch, but to-go solving Perth’s real-criminals…

-O-

Her iPhone rang again – it was her friend, Stamford High’s student counsellor, Ms Diane King…

… she notified that Anthony Wilson had suffered a heart attack and stroke last night – when he heard his son was in danger when failed-attempt of abduction that happened at the Wilsons. Caroline told she would ‘also’ visit the hospital, with her this evening – before going for her weekly grocery shopping.

She only met Anthony once since the Wilsons dinner invitation… on the night of the ‘big-earthquake’ back east. He was a good host. Caroline did ‘not’ see Anthony…

… in the country-club when his daughter, of the PFC-fame, played the Australian ex-international, in the Mayor’s Challenge Cup.

Mentally, she offered a short health-prayer for his-recovery and for the Wilson family – so that they wouldn’t lose the ‘man’ of the house…

… like-how she had lost Solomon, 2 years ago.

She would ‘not’ tell of Anthony’s surgery – to her sons, in the fear that it would ‘upset’ them – because of the twins…

… knew Blind-Jane… their classmate.

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BLIND-JANE’S AURA WAS IN CONFUSION IN the dark, in the domain of Asmodeus Town-realm – where hours ago, she was captured and transported over-here – by ‘talking-horses,’ with her Virgo-sisters…

… and, at some point, the blind-girl… was separated from the triplets…

But atom-sized SIMY followed Jane…

Earlier… the AI had followed the army in secret – when the seized girls were taken, to where the King-Demon Djinn lived, by Sagittarius-demon horsebacks. SIMY hovered above and flew aerial in the entire journey back…

… while the AI had to come up with a perfect-algorithm – devising a perfect-plan, to rescue the 4 Virgos...

… but girls were separated, in Royale Grand Palace Hotel of Asmodeus’ elevators-lobby – where Jane was taken-up to the penthouse for her ‘honeymoon’ – while the Virgo-triplets were taken-down, to the dungeons, to be tortured.

-O-

Jane’s aura was terrified and crying, in her ‘own’ blindness of confusion… of ‘not’ knowing ‘what’ was going on around her – where she was constantly been bombarded with yelling sounds of loud voices of demons and women at her, talking in foreign Middle-eastern tongues.

… powerless and helpless, the blind-girl followed their instructions, which they forcefully gave – when realizing that her Cursed-trio’s superpowers like her 3rd-eye…

… had ‘failed’ to work-and-exist, in this Blackmagic-protected realm.

The blonde ‘18-year-old’ Jane was stripped and was given a bath in a bathtub, with Blackmagic perfume, that made her docile. Handmaids dressed blind-Jane in a white-Kimono like a robe, that signified-purity – and before-long… the maids groomed her face, with thick eye-mascaras – and, left-her to join the line…

… of the rest of Asmodeus’ harem of brides…

… in the waiting room.

Asmodeus was truly-impressed with His Dark-army, on their success of capturing Jane – of the Cursed-trio, who were powerful-beings on earth – and, Asmodeus who loved ‘blind-girls’ – as He too had become an Old-man who was gradually going-blind himself…

… with the partial-loss of his ‘own’ eye-sight...

… the King of Djinn had requested that his prized-bride – THE BLIND-ONE – to be brought in front of him, so that…

… He can appreciate…

… the intrinsic beauty of blindness.

-O-

The orb SIMY… followed the palace-guards who brought Jane to the closed-door antechamber of the honeymoon suite. The orb hid-by perching above in the chandelier-lights illuminating the large penthouse…

… from-a-bird-eye-view – the AI gathered Intel for its ‘escape-plan’ algorithms...

And-behold… SIMY saw a tall hunchback with multiple horns, of a hideous face of an Old-man…

‘Crickey…!’

… he was a frail demon, who walked with 2 sticks – and tonight for HIS-HONEYMOON, and he wore a red-bathrobe like Hugh Hefner. Asmodeus was accompanied by a score of demons and women in ‘his’ honeymoon…

… who were his bodyguards, door-guards, chanting-ritual demon-priests… single-eyed handmaids who wore eye-patches, and… demons holding stretchers.

The All-Father was in a jovial mood, and everyone laughed to their master’s jokes. Then the frightened and bewildered Jane was brought in before him… and the Old-demon gave a brief talk of His-victory, in the ancient-Sumerian tongue.

After he spoke… the Head-handmaid, in an eye-patch, then translated…

“Jane Wilson, the Blind-one – the All-Father is pleased that He-captured you in his domain, of the Great-Underworld – and since you and your counterparts, of the Cursed-trio – who-all had messed-up before of His plans of reigning Blackstar, His servant – in her-creation of destructions to fore-come, before His Evil-Highness Himself walked the earth…

“Now…

“… He is deeply thrilled of your capture, so-that He will get-to ‘taste’ you – as one of his 666 virgin-brides before the blood-moon strikes the Sphinx…

“… where…

“… He would later transcend into His ‘vessel’ – and regenerate to His youth… to walk the cursed-land called Perth.

“The All-Father joked that – since… He is sleeping with the ‘enemy’ – He would save-you, the ‘best’ for the last – just like ‘the’ wedding wine of Cana!”

The one-eyed woman laughed aloud… and accompanied in chorus by the rest, who hooted noisily in the honeymoon suite. Then came an Oriental handmaid from behind the blind-girl, who used her calligraphy-brush dipped with blood…

… and wrote’666’ – in the ancient Sumerian numeral, at the back of Jane’s long-flowing, white-robe.

Jane was accompanied by palace-guards outside… to wait for her ‘number’ – but the ‘nested’ SIMY remained at the top, in the penthouse to collect Intel…

… of ‘what-really’ happened to the virgin-brides behind-closed-doors.

-O-

Soon the AI saw a beautiful young red-haired young-bride, dressed in white robe escorted in… and she was led to the honeymoon bed, covered with black linen.

Her number behind her robe was ‘#341.’

SIMY was surprised to see an ‘earth-technology’ in form of a video-camera device in the antechamber – which was rampant in the black-market goods-smuggling, brought into the Underworld, via portals – where tonight…

… deviant Asmodeus was making his ‘own’ bedside porno, of his honeymoon.

The red-haired virgin was forced to sit at foot of the bed – then 4-woman handmaids caught each-of her 4 limbs… and stretched her wide-open like a ‘star’…

… and the teenager screamed-out… when the 2-walking-sticked Old-man, came in-between her… and mounted her while standing. The copulation was ‘brief’ – but in the girl’s ‘reality,’ the rape was eternal – as she hollered-outtt…

Then SIMY saw the horrifying ‘event’ of the honeymoon ritual that followed…

… where the horned Old-man laughed when he used both of his thumbs, and impaled…

… the bride-341’s both eyes…

… with his long-claw-like fingernails poking into the eyeballs…

… forcing a gush of blood shooting-up.

The shocking revelation was ‘too-much’ for the maternal-nature AI who observed the red-head was now being stretchered-out outside the door – the perched orb flew off the chandelier lights…

… to follow #341, who was transported into the next area.

The young blinded bride #341 was still hollering in pain. But the AI heard other voices-in-pain distinctly heard elsewhere, ‘below’ the floor – SIMY overheard the chuckling, stretcher-carrying demon saying…

“I will rather be in the dungeons in the basement now – and be ‘more’ amused – to see the triplet Virgos, being tortured by Argovva!”

-O-

Bride-341’s belly… then-grew bigger instantaneously and the blinded-girl was bellowing away in pain. She was taken to the next chamber called ‘the Factory’…

… which was the delivery-room – where demon-midwife were there, to deliver the instant-pregnant brides…

… which defied the natural-order, of 9 months pregnancy – who birthed demon-babies…

… the red-head gave birth to an orange-eyed, hairy, blue-skinned baby-demon…

… and like clockwork, the midwife cut the infant’s birth-cord, and took the wailing little creature to the other side of the chamber – where 3 obese, lullaby-singing Antu-Tetek, who were seated in low-stools… to wet-nurse the demonic-tots, with their multiple-sagging breasts.

The midwife returned to the young red-head, and took a small cord-cutting knife from her belt – and slit 341’s throat ear-to-ear… and threw her off from the surgery-bed to the floor – to suffer a slow-death, among the corpse-below. Demons with a stretcher were then-transporting dead bodies, from The Factory to the furnace.

The horrified SIMY did the Math with #341, where her-Jane’s turn-was just 325 virgins away – from being ravished by the Evil-One…

… and the AI was running out of time and should come-up fast, with an escape-plan…

… to get the ’12-year-old’ trapped in an ’18-year-old’ body, to her safety…

… by running away from the Underworld.

-O-

Meanwhile…

… at the dungeons below – the master executioner-demon Argovva the Butcher – was torturing the identical-Triplets, to extract vital information…

“Where are the conspirators of the Kingdom of the Underworld at? Where are the traitors – Mercury and Venus!!?”

The bloodied-faced Virgo-sisters are ‘not’ talking – in front of the eyes of Dora and Reita – Argovva, a burly-beast with boils all-his body-skin… was torturing their youngest-sister, Mira…

“Where are they, you bloody-bitches…? Where!!?”

The frustrated demon-executioner got ‘no’ answers from the tight sealed-lipped Virgos – so he executed Mira with his broad-sword…

… by beheading her…

And, both the-surviving sisters cried-out…

… wailing in sorrow…