“Yes! It’s your friend George Johnson.” Jennifer hisses and tells the astonished and scare Andrew more of what he is involved in. “He is one from Hell, like me George has a part to play. You thought the raids were just an ordinary crime, but my friend, this was evil against what you call good. The Killings were for a purpose, it is a shame you friend your Guardian got in the way.”

Andrew tried to get up but couldn’t, it was as though he was under her spell. All he could hear was the sound of lost souls and chanting from the fireplace.

Jennifer drew nearer “Now you think you are the World’s best lover, you haven’t seen anything yet” She hissed like a cat then undressed him. He tried to stop her but was paralysed with fear now wandering how far this demon woman was going to do next.

“Are you scared?” Jennifer then asked, but Andrew couldn’t speak now, he was powerless.

“This isn’t right, you are like a wimp, I want a man, a demon I need lust.” She hissed

again and began to dance undressed herself until she also was naked. She stared at him.

Andrew’s true soul had finally fallen to the powers of Hell. His body free, he took hold of Jennifer and had rampant lust formed between them. This wasn’t love making, it wasn’t even animals mating, this was rampant and it went for the rest of the night on until the sun rose and shone through the torn curtains.

Andrew woke up, Jennifer had disappeared and the place was as though a bomb had hit it. He wandered about thinking what had happened. “This cannot be real.” He kept saying to himself, but one thing he knew for sure was it was more powerful than anything he knew before.

“Paul, can you bring the forensics down here, and pick up some clothes for me and bring Grace, I have a few questions to ask her and you had better bring a priest, I think we are going to need an exorcism.”

While waiting, Andrew put his torn clothes back on to look as near respectable as possible.