"What happened, Tarot?" a father almost of my age asked.

"Satan was here." I said.

"What?" they shared looks in confusion.

"I gave him place to eat." I gasped. I confessed, "He is eating them all. They are eating them all in heaven and he let me see it happen."

"What are you saying? Have you gone insane, old man?" a young priest raised his volume.

"He is eating them. I saw them drink blood. I know what they can be fed on."

"Who?"

"Satan!" I snarled, "He is here. He is here!"

"Take this mad man out of here before he says something more stupid than this." An old father commanded a young priest in ear.

"What else stupid thing can he say more than this? This man has lost his mind." A woman told him, "Luke, take him out of here. And take it easy."

The young priest seized my arm and took me - laughing stock old man out of there.

Luke took me out of the church gate.

And when he returned then he saw nuns and priest say, "That man couldn’t even walk properly. He always needed crutches. How can he walk now?"

"Talk to me, Rick! Why don’t you talk to me?" Stacy was shouting at him.

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Tarot wanted to speak but he could not. No matter how much he tried to breath out words, he was just finding him lips in motion with no sound.

She slapped him and seized his head, "Talk to me! Talk to me!"

But no words came out of his mouth…

The phone rang in four in the morning. I was woken up by the noise. I was now quiet annoyed of those four cats in there. How did they come inside my room? Now I had left sleeping in lobby and was upstairs. I couldn’t think of sleeping in the same room where Satan had eaten the divine toddler. But the phone was still in there.

I stepped out of his bed and went towards the room. Then I pushed the door open and pulled the receiver.

I cleared my throat before speaking anything.

"Hello, father! Is it you?" the voice came. Joey had finally called me!

I was delighted but I coughed at first.

"Are you there, father?"

I cleared my throat again. Then I realized it was the only one thing coming out of my mouth as sound.

I attempted to speak but it was random gasps what came out.

"ARE YOU OKAY THERE?"

I could not speak.

"HELLO! ARE YOU ALL RIGHT THERE?"

I nodded but despite of knowing my nodding wasn’t going to be heard or seen.

I tried to speak for another minute but heard Joey panicking. Then something happened that I didn’t want to happen.

The call was hung up.

Did he think I am also dead?