Deive was ready for battle. It was close to midnight. There is antique cross from his family’s mini-museum, a bundle of Dead Sea salt, and a chain of garlic that he wore around his waist like a belt. He also wore a red shirt so lost souls won’t come near him. He did all the superstitions that her grandmother used to tell him. He didn’t mind if he was starting to get dizzy with the smell of garlic. What mattered was he could protect Callea and she could live a normal life.
He finished chatting with Callea around ten in the evening. He wanted to make sure that she’s in deep slumber when he fights the evil in the mansion. Once the bad spirits are defeated, Callea will love him. And she would also won’t think twice in marrying him.
"It is time," he muttered when he saw at the clock it was fi
