The Incubus

Chapter 9, Scene 7

Demons fought against angels.

Swords clanged against swords.

Demons screamed and angels shouted.

Simon was alone.

He looked at the battle commencing around him. The angels were outnumbered.

Claws ripped against shields.

Simon looked down. He had a sword and shield in his hands. The demons grew in number, advancing at incredible speeds with unmatched ferocity. Simon spotted a demon with its back turned to him. He raised his sword in the air to strike, but at the last moment the demon turned around and used a shield to block the blow. Only it wasn't a shield. It was a human being. Simon couldn't stop the force of the swing. There would be no way to pull the blow enough for the human to survive.

'No!' Simon shouted and sat up straight in bed. The dream was getting worse; more intense. He raked his fingers through his drenched hair and tried to regain control of his breathing. Something was wrong. Very wrong. He just wished he knew what it was. He slid off the side of the bed and onto his knees, weeping as he prayed.