Chapter 8

The thunder cracked massively when Gogo walked inside the house, resentful, her face ashen. The bulb in the dining room busted, the room becoming dim.  Pastor Msomi's mouth hang open. He pulled out his cross under his cussock. This little girl he knew had a powerful evil roaming inside her, although Pastor Msoni wasn't aware she was a reflection of Gogo Dumakude, the old witch.

"Get that thing out of my sight" said Gogo, referring to his cross.

Pastor Msomi was afraid. As a man of God he believed that cross was going to protect him from the evil, feeling safe with it in his hand, but it wasn't to be. He was pulled up to the roof, his head smashing on one of the timbers, then fell down breaking his neck.

"First it was that prophetess. Now a Pastor. I thought I made it clear about trying to get rid of me, you foolish boy."

Zizwe stood and leaned against the wall,  amplified about the sudden death of the pastor who was laying helplessly on the concrete floor.

"Gogo, we can assure you" said Carol, who stood behind the sofa. "The pastor came here uninvited. We wouldn't do anything to upset you" then she added, "I have cooked you a nice meal. Am sure your errands had made your stomach grumble."

As Carol stretched her lips into a fake smile, she was pushed against the wall. Looking up, Gogo stood on her face and gripped her neck.  The hand of a nine year old felt like she was squeezed by a python, crushing every bone in her, unable to remove the hand from her neck.

Zizwe pulled out the cross from his pocket that Mam'Duma gave her. He didn't know what was the purpose of it, but seeing Pastor Msomi displaying it at Gogo presence, surely the cross was some sort of weapon for protection from the likes of his great-grandmother. 

He intervened, trying to protect the woman he loves from the witch. Displaying the cross to Gogo's face, she groaned and grumbled as if her face was burning up, it only took a wave of her hand for  Zizwe to flew into the kitchen, falling upon the pots, dumplings and the fish curry splashing on him, the cross tossing away to the corner. So much for their plan, half of the holy water already been wasted.

"Zizwe!" Carol called him out worriedly.

Gogo turned her glance back to Carol, raging, grabbing her neck again.

"Have you done what I asked of you?" Said Gogo.

It was difficult for Carol to speak under the tight grip, so she agreed with a nod. Gogo placed her hand on Carol's tummy. After a few seconds, Gogo snorted, a raging frown appearing on her ashen face.

"Useless infertile shit" she said, tossing Carol on one of the double seat sofa. The sofa turning and falling with her.

As zizwe rose from the floor, Gogo turned and glared at him.

"I should kill you" she said. A step into the kitchen the bulb busted, lightening displaying outside the window, rainstorm rumbling dramatically.

"First you delay my return, causing my spirit to possess a bloody child. Then you go to a stranger, seeking help for my banishment. Now  you brought an infertile woman into my home. Into our family. Shame on you. You're a pathetic little shit for a first male child in the Dumakude bloodline. Soft as a devil damn soft ball!"

Her rage suddenly caused fire. The cupboards, table and chairs flaming into rapid flames.

"You and your infertile will experienced my death. How it was like to be burned alive. The flames burning your skin."

Behind her, Gogo heard Carol's voice calling out for her. As she glanced back, water splashed on her face. Gogo screeched, holding on onto her face with both hands, the water  burning her entire spirit inside Aneliswa's body. She cursed and groaned as she kneeled down. A demon voice groaning out loud in pain.

"I thought the holy water that was left was somewhere inside the cupboards" said Zizwe as she held Carol's hand.

"I put it under the table in the dining room" said Carol. Her forehead was dripping blood, she'd taken a heavy fall on the floor when the sofa turned with her.

"I guess that was smart thinking " said Zizwe.

They glanced at Gogo on the floor, gasping laboriously, the holy water was working, but Zizwe got worried that it might cause harm to his little sister. It was her body after all.

"We should get out before the fire spread the whole house" said Carol.

"I have to stay behind. I can't let my sister get burned once Gogo is banished out of her body. Go, I will be right behind you."

Carol hesitated for a moment. It did seem, Gogo was disposing out of Aneliswa's body; without knowledge how long that was further going to take. She didn't want to leave him behind.

"Go, Carol!" Zizwe commanded.

Carol felt tears wailing up on her eyes. She jumped and planted a rough kiss on his lips, then her heart expressed out her honest feelings for him.

"I love you."

"I love you too, Carol."

Soon as Carol disappeared from the kitchen, Gogo had finally stopped groaning and turning. She was wheezing helplessly for a few seconds then after, silent filled the room, nothing but the sound of the burning fire.

Gogo's soul was finally withdrawn from Aneliswa's body, her charred demons also vanishing away, but something else had taken over the body. She rose up slowly, turning her head slowly towards, Zizwe.

"Aneliswa?" said Zizwe.

"Unfortunately not" a demonic voice frightened Zizwe, as her eyes now were glazing black. "Your sister is gone. For good."

It was Aemon, the demon of life and reproduction.

"This old lady failed to give me what I needed after restoring her powers. So I saw a perfect opportunity to take over this innocence the moment she was banished back to hell."

"Give me my sister back you demon!" Said Zizwe angrily and frustratedly.

"Your sister's soul is burning in hell as we speak. I don't have any business with you so am going to spare your life. If you dare try to go after me or look for me, I will, kill you."

With that, the demon crawled and sprang out of the window in the flames, leaving Zizwe kneeling down and busting into tears.

*

Carol walked slowly and heartbroken. She had stormed out of the house and went to her house, where she found her parents dead. Hardly recognizable as if vultures had been consuming them. Carol had screamed and cried over there bodies. When she became breathless from the tears she'd been releasing, she had stepped out to go and check on Zizwe and Aneliswa if they'd made it through the fire.

Carol saw him seated alone on the ground outside the burning house. Aneliswa didn't make it. She felt her tears again flooding on her cheeks. She strode to him and they hugged tightly and comfortably, making a promise to each other they'd be together forever.

"The End"