2:14 pm.

The wife and husband finished their lunch. The husband washed the dishes as the wife breastfed the baby in the living room. The child was still sleeping on the couch and had yet to have his lunch. The wife and husband had sore red eyes and pale faces, exhausted mentally and physically. It had been 70hrs since the couple had had any proper sleep. The kematian devil hung upside down, clutching the chandelier, salivating thick black-red spittle on the head of the breastfed baby. Though it had never been seen with naked eyes, the couple could feel its dreading presence. The family knew their days were numbered.

The husband returned from the kitchen with a bowl of cooked rice with beans and peas for the sleeping child. He was slowly losing his reflexes, losing focus and letting the guard down slowly. The fatigue, stress and fear weighed down the whole family. Deep inside him, he knew that the ominous entity was rotting the family slowly, and he could do nothing about it. The wife switched the baby to the other nipple and looked at her husband, concerned. The husband kept the bowl on the table and turned to his wife. His pupils widened, seeing the blood-stained breast. He slowly raised his neck to look above her. His face turned pale in horror. For the first time, he saw it. The whole bloody Kematian devil, with ash-covered skeleton and a black three-eyed animal skull with two thick curved horns and irregular lumps of flesh sticking to its bones oozing reddish slaver. He screamed and ran to the copper Rhombus at the pedestal. He clutched the Rhombus, directed it at the chandelier directly above his wife, and cried out in Morin language holy prayers.

The wife rapidly knelt and crouched on the ground, hugging the baby underneath her, insulating from the kematian devil. The devil uprooted the ceiling lights and threw them at the Rhombus clad husband. It crashed on his face, shredding glass pieces and cracking the light bulbs. The devil pounded on the crouching wife and clawed her right shoulder. The wife screamed in pain, blood was oozing down, and the scratch was so deep that her Scapula was partially visible.

The abrupt chaos freaked the baby to give out a sharp shrill cry, making the kematian devil writhe in unfamiliar pain. It toppled the furniture, roared and crawled out of the ceiling wall.

The baby, the husband and the wife remained to lie on the ground, bleeding and reeling from the assault. The deaf child slept on the couch without grasping the reality.

———————-The_Machine