That one morning
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misunderstandings part vii i guess.

That one morning

In the scientific age, one does not simply support spiritual claims though sceptics have always been present. Jared has been one of those sceptics, always with the disbelief. But lately, his disbelief had been replaced with UTTER disbelief as the events of his life kept unfolding.

He didn't believe that his lovely wife fell in love with him under a certain prophetic curse to bring forth a good offspring. An offspring to further the vile makeup of his wife's genes. He couldn't bring himself to believe that his wife did not, in fact, die under 'mysterious circumstances', but the circumstances have always

been a clear truth which he chose to deny due to his scepticism. And now when her daughter had finally turned into one of her mother's distant kin; he could just roam baffled trying to undo what cannot be undone.

At least he had a good night's sleep in months after the last unbelievable had happened, thanks to the temporary warding from the Queen demon, or the Demon queen--he was confused. He was feeling fresh until he turned on the TV.

"I see Mr Stien, you have been busy". What took his breaths and the colour of his face away was the demon queen standing in the suit of the newscaster for the 8 AM bulletin on channel N. The demon's glowing red eyes pierced through the screen and he felt their blaze in his cold, dim-blue eyes.

š˜ˆš˜® š˜ š˜©š˜¢š˜­š˜­š˜¶š˜¤š˜Ŗš˜Æš˜¢š˜µš˜Ŗš˜Æš˜Ø? He pondered as he tried changing the channel abruptly. But to his disappointment and increase in panic, the demon wore whatever creature that was on every channel that Jared changed to. Her face somehow fitted in anything from newscasters, the oven on the infomercial channel, the Prime

Minister on a news segment and most terrifyingly on a jackal on the geographic channel. š˜›š˜©š˜Ŗš˜“ š˜Ŗš˜“ š˜Øš˜°š˜Ŗš˜Æš˜Ø š˜µš˜° š˜£š˜¦ š˜Ŗš˜Æ š˜¢š˜­š˜­ š˜®š˜ŗ š˜Æš˜Ŗš˜Øš˜©š˜µš˜®š˜¢š˜³š˜¦š˜“ š˜§š˜³š˜°š˜® š˜Æš˜°š˜ø š˜°š˜Æ š˜Ŗš˜§ š˜ š˜¦š˜·š˜¦š˜³ š˜®š˜¢š˜Æš˜¢š˜Øš˜¦ š˜µš˜° š˜Øš˜¦š˜µ š˜“š˜°š˜®š˜¦ š˜“š˜­š˜¦š˜¦š˜±. He shuddered and flipped back to the news channel where a human possessed that vile face.

Sareena calmly stood for a moment once Jared had stopped changing the channels and waited for him to pick up the TV remote that he had dropped in panic. "HOW???" She laughed a deep throated laugh, something you might expect from a demon.

"Oh, darling! What, you take me as a general order demon-ling han?! I am the Queen, you peasant. You thought your little pg-13 warding will banish me from your life somehow?! Haha. I am sure Sara did not even hint that this might happen. She is sooo my girl!!!"

Jared stood helpless in front of the TV, waiting for this day-mare to end on its own. "Uh, yeah I get you just can't be totally shut out. My bad", he said softly. "So, I gather you did have a meeting with her. And obviously she did not listen to you..." "Yeah she did not. But--" he recalled Sara's demon-handling

tip to be confident in the presence of a demon. He straightened his posture and slowly sat on the sofa behind him, grabbed his coffee mug from the centre table between the sofa and the TV, giving Sareena a smug look. He only needed to speak in a loud, assertive voice to complete the facade of his newfound confidence.

"But what?", Sareena asked finally. š˜‰š˜¶š˜µ š˜øš˜©š˜¢š˜µ š˜‘š˜¢š˜³š˜¦š˜„, Jared asked himself. "Well, You cannot hurt me from the TV!", he asserted with a slight questioning tone. As if to maintain if it was the case or were there more surprises that Sara had not hinted at beforehand.

"Till when, boy?!", she asked. "Till when...everrr. You know what?! This is lame. I did not make a deal with you, you DRAGGED me into a deal okay?! And that is not how deals are made and this is very unfair!" he said very confidently. Only if he had z-snapped in the end, he would have been a perfect aunt Barb from next door.

Sareena was a little taken aback from the sudden outbursts of fearlessness from the scared cat she had initially met. She had at once understood that Sara might have built up his boldness. "OH. Haah. You think! Dear, I can do many things to you as this little attempt at warding cannot keep me away for long.

Also, the more you rebuild your paper walls, the easier for me to crumple them down and grab you by your throat. So. The deal is there. And you are going to make her talk or I will...", she left the sentence unfinished as a threat to linger in Jared's mind. "Or?!"

Now it was just starting to look like a standoff; Jared had given a clear indication that he was not going to listen to her threats anymore and her scheme needed a high-end upgrade for the deal to stand. "Or you have no idea what I am capable of. YOU THINK THIS IS A JOKE? YOU WILL PAY FOR THIS YOU BETTER KEEP THIS

IN MIND AS THESE LITTLE GAMES OF YOURS WILL NOT KEEP YOU SAFE FOR LONG!", Sareena growled from the screen, making the screen waver. Jared felt his heart sink at the sight but maintained his calm on the outside. "What are you going to do?!"

"You'll know!" Suddenly the newsreader resumed telling about the latest brawl in the parliament. Jared blinked vacantly. What could she do? Should he wait? Or call Sara. Call Sara.

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