As soon as Vrika enters the house, he senses something and ducks.

A steel pipe swings where his head was just moments prior. Vrika puts up his guard as he swings around to face the attacker. He was hiding just beside the front door, pressed to the wall and out of sight from those entering.

The attacker lifts the pipe to swing at Hari who just stood at the entrance frozen, at the unexpected situation, unsure of what to do.

Vrika charges at the attacker before he could swing the pipe and knocks him down with a right hook. The attacker bangs onto the wall and slides down, dazed.

Vrika then goes to him and crouches down to level with the attacker. He then grabs the man by his collar and shakes him awake.

“Who are you? Why did you break into our house?” Vrika asks.

Meanwhile, Hari who recovered steps beside Vrika and looks around.

“Vrika, judging by the situation he doesn’t seem to have broken into our house to steal. I mean none of the valuables in the main hall seem to be touched, and he was standing beside the door as if to ambush us.” Hari observes.

“I concur. The timing also seems weird. I mean someone just happened to break into our house, just after we picked a fight with Evert. I mean I heard that Evert’s family is known to use underhanded methods, but I never imagined them to stoop this low as to send someone to assault, possibly kill us. You better call the police, we would have to report this.” Vrika conjectures.

Hari takes out his phone to call the police. Meanwhile, Vrika turns his attention back to the attacker.

“Hey….. Hey……” Vrika calls out to the attacker still holding him by the collar, he then slaps the man which makes the man regain his bearing.

“Hey, did the McGriffs send you?” Vrika asks glaring at him.

“McGriffs who?” Asks the man confused. Vrika is about to ask him again, when he sees something in his peripheral vision, that he couldn’t ascertain. He feels his hair raise and an encompassing sense of dread fills him. He jumps at Hari and tackles him to the ground just as a dull thump sounds and something whizzes at them.

Hari then sits up with a visibly confused and annoyed look on his face.

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“What in the bloody hell was that?” Hari demands turning to look at Vrika who was lying behind him. As soon as he looks at Vrika he freezes, wide-eyed.

Vrika feels a hot and wet sensation on his chest, near his shoulder. He feels pain like none he had ever. Being a boxer meant that he was accustomed to pain and yet this pain was different and that terrified him. It was a burning sensation accompanied by a dull tingling.

Vrika gasps and croaks as he feels the pain increasing in intensity as time progressed. His breath eludes him as he looks at the ceiling not able to process anything that happened around him. His peripheral vision starts to darken and soon the darkness spreads leaving him with but a few seconds of blurry vision. He was losing consciousness. His last thought before fully losing his consciousness was that at least he was able to save his brother. He pictures his family sitting together and closes his eyes with a smile.

Meanwhile, moments before Vrika loses his consciousness, Hari discovers a bloody hole on Vrika. Blood was oozing out of the wound and he sees Vrika gasp for breath.

“VRIKA” Hari shouts and crawls up to him. He removes his shirt and pressures the wound with it to stop the blood. He then glances around the room unsure of what to do. Tears start welling up in his eyes, and he starts bawling holding Vrika hand.

Another man then walks in from the main hall which was just behind Hari. He had a gun with a suppressor in his hand. He walks leisurely toward the man that was being questioned and gives him his hand. The man grabs it and is pulled to his feet.

“Damn it, Sam, I told you to be careful did I not?” Asks the man who just walked over.

“I was Dean, but how could I have expected that they would be able to sense me and counter me? I mean they are children for God’s sake.” Sam says indignantly.

“The child of a demon is still a demon. Remember that, and when you deal with a demon, you must have no hesitation, no pity, no tardiness, and…..” Dean nods beckoning Sam to complete the sentence.

“No Mercy,” Both of them say at the same time. They then start walking toward Hari and Vrika.

Hari meanwhile regains his bearing and starts dialling the emergency services only for Dean to kick to phone out of his hands and then points the gun at Hari, ready to shoot him.

Hari turns to look at Dean and glares at him with hate and rage, his teeth baring.

“Don’t look at me like that. You can only blame your birth. Your birth is wrong and taints the very life around you. Your kind are the plague of the world. May you be purified through death.”

Saying so Dean shoots at him.

Bang….

It was a job well done. They had killed the 2 demon spawns. At least that’s how it should have been. But Dean stood there with a confused expression on his face. His hand which held the gun should have been pointing at the boy when he shot it, but now it was pointed at the roof.

The boy, Hari who should have been on his knees instead stood facing him, glaring at him with unrestrained fury. Fury that could only be seen in beasts that lost their reason. His eyes were bloodshot, his nose became flatter, and his mouth looked slightly swollen.

Dean looking at Hari’s transformation re-aimed the gun at him. Poising himself he pulled the trigger, only to find Hari’s face right in front of his, the bullet sailing past into the wall behind.

Hari then clutches Dean’s throat and squeezes it, his sharp nails digging into the skin on Dean’s neck. The nails pierced through the skin, drawing blood and painting Hari’s hands red. Meanwhile, Dean’s eyes widened in surprise and horror as he felt his life drain out of him. He could no longer breathe, the pressure from the clutch at first just stopped his blood from circulating causing him to choke, but in just a few seconds something worse happens, his windpipe starts to make a cracking sound.

Dean starts to tap, slap and pound at Hari’s hands in a bid to free himself from his grasp and thus save himself, only to find Hari’s grip too strong. And then with a mighty crack, his windpipe collapses on itself. All of this happened in but a span of seconds.

Hari then flings Dean’s convulsing body away onto the ground. Dean lays on the ground and tries to futilely breathe again, clutching at his throat, clawing at it, desperate to gain but a single gasp of breath. He was however destined to a slow and painful death due to lack of breath. He was breathing in, but due to the broken windpipe barely any air is entering his lungs. He was gaining only enough air to keep him alive for longer, slowly torturing him to death.