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as a sharp pain overcomes his senses. Blood sprays out from the wound. A loud and fearful scream breaks the silence, courtesy of Lance’s sister, Tulip. She is horrified by what she has just seen. Lance grabs his grandfather’s sword. Taking a deep breath, he draws the sword from its scabbard, runs to the demon’s left flank and cuts down on the demon’s unnatural left foreleg. The foreleg is severed, and the old man collapses to the ground with it still impaled in him. As Lance raises the sword overhead to cut down on the demon’s head, the demon’s arm stump grows back almost instantaneously, and the demon slaps Lance hard across the face with it. Lance goes crashing into the wall from the strength of the slap.
     
         Lance’s mother emerges from the kitchen with a cleaver. A black slit forms on the demon’s forehead and it discharges a Dark Orb straight into her right shoulder. She screams in pain as the orb bursts through her body and then she falls helplessly to the ground. Tulip’s screams go silent. Her mouth is opened but no voice can be heard. There are just tears and the feeling of shock. The demon then picks up the little girl and stares at her straight in the eye. The black slit on its forehead begins to glow dark red. A flow of pure, bright light emanates from her eyes and flows steadily into this evil feature on the demon’s forehead.  Lance regains his composure only to see the demon draining the soul from his sister’s body, but before he can do anything, he feels a force pushing him towards the nearest window. He turns around to see that it is his grandfather. Although bleeding profusely, the old man gives one hard final shove and pushes Lance out the window. Lance lands hard on his side on the outside of the window.
         “Run !  Run away ! ” commands the old man.
         “But granddad ! I …,” Lance has just gotten up when his grandfather’s punch crashes into his jaw, sending him sprawling to the ground unconscious.
     
         The old man grabs his sword off the floor with his left hand.
         “Leave my granddaughter alone, you evil defilement of nature ! ” shouts the old man, his body swaying from side to side; revealing his severely weakened condition.
        “Or what ?   As if you can make me, hah !   You and that little toothpick of yours ! Your time is over, old man. When I kill you I’ll be doing you a great service,” ridicules the demon.
     
         With a sudden burst of energy, the old man dashes toward the demon and swings his sword horizontally, cutting across the demon’s eyes. An eerie and monstrous scream vibrates throughout the entire house as the demon writhes in pain. Pulling his sword upwards for a follow up attack, the old man cuts down diagonally and slices off a portion of the demon’s jaw. The demon stumbles backwards while screaming out in agony. The old man steadies himself, and then charges in to stab at the demon’s heart, but suddenly, he stiffens as a Dark Orb slams into his own heart. He collapses backwards to the ground, his sword still held firmly in his grasp. A single tear drips from one of his eyes.
     
         Lance’s mother sits on the floor. Her right shoulder bleeds profusely. She cries, not due to the pain, but due to sorrow, loss and hopelessness. The demon approaches her and offers her a gentle smile. She almost welcomes it. She nods her head and composes herself. The demon bends down and drains her soul of its energy. There is no scream. There is no resistance. There is no hope. She is gone.
     
         At first there was the sense of dryness in his mouth and the throat. Then came the pain in his jaw. After that came the heavy sinking feeling in his heart. Lance wished that it was all a nightmare, just a horrible imagination of the mind. But he knew that it was all real. The stench of rot was proof that it was real. Slowly, he opened his eyes. His vision was a blur as tears had welled up in his eyes.