The Scryer ✔️

~Request For Action~

To his credit, David didn't faint. And I pulled out the chair that had always been his and John pulled out the chair next to his that I'd always sat in. He pulled out the chair next to mine and sat beside me.

"Alright. Let's assume that I understand the demonic possession. It still doesn't explain the robots?"

"Androids," John and Purson both corrected him.

He closed his eyes and sighed quietly as Mam placed a plate of apple pie with a melted pat of butter on top before him along with a large glass of plain milk.

He looked up as he tenderly took Mam's hand in his and squeezed it.

"I know what cheers you up Son." She pointed to Beelzebub sitting in Papa's chair. "He does too."

David looked away and motioned toward John and Purson. "And them?"

"I bankrolled a science project. This is the result."

He pointed toward Purson. "But that one said that he wasn't John, but that this one was...what does that mean?"

"It means exactly that. The Demon King resides in that one and John, our John, his very soul resides in this one. It's a miracle, really."

He stuffed his mouth with the first warmed up bite of pie and washed it down with a large gulp of milk.

"Careful boy, you'll get the hiccups," Beelzebub said quietly. There was no grumbling, no growling, only a deep caring voice.

"Yes Sir, Papa..." I breathed in deeply trying to calm the stormy sob that was about to erupt. David's head slowly turned toward the creature sitting not two feet from him. "Who are you," he whispered.

"He's your Papa," Mam responded quietly.

Tears fell from David eyes immediately. "No. Papa was a goodly man...A god-fearing man. Not a...a...devil..."

"David," Mam began, "Beelzebub is what man would consider a General in the Army of the Light Bringer. He was sent to keep us safe."

"From what!"

"Not what, but from whom," Beelzebub said.

"WHOM THEN!"

Beelzebub raised a taloned claw and pointed directly ahead of him. "From HIM."

David's eyes followed the line of site that ended at Purson and back again. "Looks like you failed in your mission then, didn't you, General?"

"David," Mam hissed. I instantly wanted to run and hide. I'd never, ever seen Mam angered...perturbed, yes, even aggravated. But never...angry and I watched Alexander as he tried to make himself very small.

I stood up so fast that I think I startled everyone at the table. "Stop it, all of you!" I stepped over the fallen chair and rounded the table quickly and picked up my son and held him close to me as I carried him to the front room.

"I think I'll go have a sit with our girl," Puson said to John.

"You move an inch and I swear I'll tear your arms and legs off and then I'll rip off your head and we'll see how far you get," John replied with poisonous venom dripping from his voice.

"Oh my god, John," David replied meekly.

"Sorry," John replied quietly.

"No I don't believe you are, John. You meant it."

I smiled and let the tears fall as I held my son in Mam's rocking chair, trying to hum a happy song to soothe both of our souls. It was then that I felt something furry around my ankle. I looked down and saw Spot. I tightened my grip on my son and bent down, realizing that my ribs no longer pained me and I picked up the strange feline and let him curl up in my son's arms; it's loud purr sounding very much like the purr of a well-built engine would...the odd thing was, I found comfort in it.