The Savior Of Hades

Ed stood transfixed on the spot without being able to move. Even his eyes he had decided to see no evil with failed him as he stood and watched the whole scene unfold.

Lorraine made gulping sounds and he could tell why. There was no way she wouldn't with the way she went down and up, and repeated her movements with the familiar man's scrotum deep in her mouth.

They went on for a few more minutes Ed could count as his knees got weak and gave up, which made him bend to the corner he had been at to rest.

"I feel tired already" he heard Lorraine's voice mutter and the man gave her no reply.

He bent over and peeped again and this time around,the man was already dressing up to leave.

He walked forward and hid behind the entrance door and waited for the man to pass for him to perhaps follow him to ascertain where he would go to. He needed to know you see, as he has piqued his interest more that his beloved Lorraine's engagement in the sinful action with him.

Luckily for him, the man walked out without noticing him nor his presence. But Ed could perceive the Sulphur that came from him. It's pungency was so strong that Ed was convinced he has been the reason Lorraine's house smelled that way.

He hesitated. If he were the one with the sulphur scent, then that definitely meant he was the one being possessed by a demon. And there was no way he could win against him, even if he were to confront him for sleeping with Lorraine and making her body unholy before matrimonials.

Before he could get married to her and do that to her himself but under the permission of the heavens and the Holy Spirit.

But even the thought itself was awkward. The man looked nothing less of someone in his thirties. In his prime, and had a broader body than the poverty stricken body build he possessed, how was he possibly going to win a duel against him?

But he followed him still and his thoughts were not enough to convince him not to as what he had seen had overcome his fears.

He was perfect at hiding and watching the man's face from the street lights as he made his way down the streets of the neighborhood.

But something happened when Ed thought he had finally gotten a chance of seeing his face entirely and it did that there was a blackout which caused all the street lights to stop working, making the neighborhood dark.

Ed looked up at the sky. The moon was still up and still had red as it's color, shining as though it had been painted by an artist showing off his skills and talent to judges of an art competition.

When he turned down, the streetlights had been restored in such brief disturbance and the man was no where to be found anymore.

Not even the pungent smell of sulphur he had reeked of could be perceived.

Ed Warren panted heavily, his breath in rasps as he struggled to gain control over it.

That was his face. He had seen even still, the large black mole on top the left part of his left cheek before the man had disappeared.

He couldn't deny seeing that.

He spent a few minutes still panting, his knees bent and his hands on his waist. The shock was still palpable on his face.

However, when he realized that he could not stand outside in the dark panting and thinking of an explanation to what he had seen, he made way and ran back to his house.

On entering, he noticed that his father had moved from his initial position and was not on the floor anymore. But he didn't feel his presence in the house. Perhaps he had gone to have one shots or two, or to find a new woman that would warm his bed for the night. It wouldn't amaze him if that was what he had gone out for as things were.

Ignoring thoughts of him as that hadn't been the reason he ran all the way from the street to the house, he made way to his mother's chambers.

His mother hadn't taken her lantern, so it made it easier for him. Switching it on, he ran over to her wardrobe, opening it to check.

The ceramic made was still there, and covered,unmoved and untouched, just the way it has being for years.

Or had he seen things? Perhaps from the hunger that was settling in, and the fact he hadn't even freshened up since morning.

But that couldn't be the case and he was sure of what he had seen.

The man he had seen was his grandfather. Yes. That was exactly how he had seen him when he were still alive and he,a younger little boy.

Since he was still doubting his vision and coherence, and already in his mother's chambers, a little and congested room that reeked of damp clothes. He decided to use the opportunity to check again.

Bringing the lantern closer as he searched, his hands finally stumbled on the photo gallery his mother had kept for days.

She had trained him with it in this small dampy smelling room for years, introducing his family members to him.

 His fingers trembled as he flipped the pages searching for that one photo of his grandfather. They had been poor and still are and pictures were once in a lifetime feats that called for celebrations.

His grandfather was lucky to have had one taken of him before he passed away and that was what Ed currently looked for.

Finally his fingers paused and stopped flipping. He brought the lantern even closer, falling back as he compared the image and the vision of the man he had seen earlier with Lorraine.

The boo fell from his hand and it's thick cover caused it to fall with a thud, making a noise.

Ed immediately switched off the lantern, hiding beneath his mother's little bed, afraid of his father coming into the room to discipline the defaulted of his no noise rules.

But soon shaked his head when he realized that he was an adult now and even if his father wanted to beat him mercilessly with his belt, he would have him man to man and not give him that liberty to.

Crawling out of the bed, he picked the lantern up and ran out of the room, out of the little living room as well as the opened entrance door which he had forgotten to close.

"It wasn't possible" he muttered under his breath as he ran.

"There's no way this would be possible" he kept reminding himself.

Finally he arrived at his destination and knocked on the wooden gate.

"Who goes there and what do you want?" A voice asked authoritatively.

" Ed Warren Pa Lud. I seek Anthony Warren Pa Lud" Ed managed to stutter despite his shaking voice.

An aged man came out of a little house by the side of the wooden gate and opened it for him.

"Follow me" he said coldly and Ed did as he had been instructed like a little boy obeying his Ma for a reward.

"There" the man said, pointing his own lantern on a grave.

It was still there and he hadn't been hallucinating. It happened and it wasn't just a story his mother had told him several years ago whenever he asked after him.

Ed increased the brightness of his own lantern and went closer to the tombstone.

He wiped the dust off and read the heading.

"Anthony Warren Pa Lud" 

He didn't bother to read the rest of the title on the headstone as he dashed out of the cemetery the way he had come that late.

"No it can't be" he muttered to himself again.

 There was no way something as bizarre as this would be possible. And his fellow students would call him a mad man if he were to return to the monastery and tell this story.

But then, even within himself, he knew there was no way he could tell the story. How could he tell people that he had seen the woman he had great affection for, getting laid before marriage by an older man who reeked of sulphur. How could he tell them that he had seen the face of this man and had confirmed that this man had the face of his grandfather. His grandfather who had died several years ago after his birth. How would he be able to tell them this story without Lorraine hating on him and the people calling him a mad peasant.