Last night was a nightmare for poor Brian.
He woke from restless dreams. Looked at his mother sleeping beside him. Her face told a story of immense struggle. Pain. Exhaustion.
Uncle Jax's exorcism had been harsh.
Brian recalled the sounds from last night. How Uncle Jax made the demon go away. But in the process, mother's body was hurt. It was inevitable, he supposed. Fighting demons was dangerous work.
He hadn't seen the battle directly. But he could tell from the sounds alone that it must have been absolutely awesome.
Uncle had dominated from the very start. He never screamed. Not once. Not even a little bit. Instead, he made the demon beg.
Brian remembered hearing countless slaps. Uncle must have been slapping the demon's cheeks over and over. Disciplining it. Showing it who was in charge.
SLAP. SLAP. SLAP. SLAP.
Then there was the tail pulling. The demon had begged Uncle Jax to stop pulling so hard. Its cries were pitiful.
"MY TAIL! NOT SO HARD! AHHHN—!"
