Ruwi held the angelic sword in his trembling hands. Its celestial glow faintly illuminated his room, casting dancing shadows on the worn walls. His mind was clouded with the unsettling memories of a dream, an echo of something he couldn't fully comprehend.
Suddenly, a soft knock on the door pulled him out of his reverie.
—Ruwi, honey, are you there? —called Aunt Liz, her voice filled with warmth but tinged with sadness.
Nervously, Ruwi hid the sword under his bed, as if fearing that seeing it would merge the real world with the dream he had.
—Yes, Aunt, I was just making my bed —he replied, trying to sound natural as he opened the door with a forced smile.
Liz stepped in with measured steps, her black dress fluttering slightly. Her eyes reflected the weight of the years and contained sadness.
—Remember, today is your parents' anniversary —she said in a grave tone, yet full of tenderness.
Ruwi felt a knot in his stomach.
—Wow, it's already July 6th. I had forgotten —he murmured, his voice laced with melancholy.
Liz gave his shoulder a gentle squeeze.
—It wouldn't hurt to invite your friends to keep you company. You don't have to be alone today —she said as she left the room.
After nodding in silence, Ruwi dressed in a black shirt and jacket, complementing them with dress pants and dark shoes. Outside, Lima's gray sky seemed to match his mood; dense clouds covered the sun, and a cold wind swept through the streets. Liz, reflecting the solemn tone of the day, wore an elegant black dress and heels.
Soon after, Daniel and Rosenda arrived, also dressed in black, ready to support their friend. The atmosphere in the car on the way to the Central Cemetery of Lima was silent, filled with memories and emotions. The gray streets and heavy traffic passed unnoticed through the fogged car windows.
Upon arriving at the cemetery, mist hovered over the ancient gravestones, shrouding the place with a spectral air. The scent of damp earth and wilted flowers filled the atmosphere. Ruwi walked heavily towards his parents' graves. His fingers, as cold as the marble of the gravestones, gently placed the flower bouquets.
—I wish they were here with me —he expressed, his voice broken. Tears streamed down his face, falling like raindrops onto the cold stone.
After a while of praying, Liz, Daniel, and Rosenda approached, embracing Ruwi in a silent gesture of support.
—I'll always be here for you, my friend —Daniel said, his voice firm and sincere.
—Thanks, Daniel. I appreciate it more than you can imagine —Ruwi replied, feeling the warmth of the embrace contrast with the chill of the day.
On the way back home, Liz quickly said goodbye, explaining that she had to work. Solitude settled into the atmosphere like a persistent shadow, but Rosenda, noticing Ruwi's sadness, tried to break the ice.
—Ruwi, can I tell you something strange? Yesterday I dreamed of you, my boyfriend, and Camila —she said, offering a shy smile.
Ruwi looked at her, his sadness momentarily alleviated by curiosity.
—How strange! I dreamed the same thing. And in my dream, I saw the sword —intervened Daniel, surprised.
—I also had a similar dream; there was a voice telling us we had to face the demons —Ruwi commented, astonished.
The conversation, although surreal, lightened the mood, creating a space where pain mixed with hope and friendship.
Meanwhile, in the spiritual realm, the sky turned purple and crimson over a vast desert of shadows. A wind of ashes danced around spectral figures whispering sins into the ears of mortals. Lucifer, with his imposing figure, walked across the Earth with firm steps. His skin glowed like burning metal, and his eyes gleamed with pure hatred.
As he flew over Peru, he sensed a flash of angelic energy. His lips twisted into a sneer.
—Does Jesus dare to give celestial weapons to these mediocrities? —he murmured, looking disdainfully at Ruwi, Daniel, and Rosenda, who, in a distant vision, held the angelic swords.
Beside him, Asmodeus, the demon of lust, appeared with his serpentine silhouette and his crimson eyes glowing in the darkness.
—What's going on, Lucifer? —he asked, following his gaze.
—Jesus always ruining our plans. I want to get rid of them, but they have divine protection —Lucifer growled, walking away in frustration.
Asmodeus, understanding the gravity of the situation, flew towards a hidden satanic temple among forgotten ruins. Inside, the flames of black candles flickered with malice, casting distorted shadows on the stone walls. There, he found Ishnofel, a human turned demon, sitting on a throne made of skulls.
—Ishnofel, come here. We need your help —Asmodeus said urgently.
The human demon looked at him with annoyance.
—You again? If it's something to do with lust, don't bother me —Ishnofel commented, frowning.
—No, it's more serious. I want you to deal with Jesus' new chosen ones. Follow the trail of angelic energy; it will lead you to them —Asmodeus explained before vanishing into dark flames.
Ishnofel sighed, resigned to his fate. With a single leap, he crossed the barrier between the spiritual and physical worlds, appearing in Lima. The angelic energy guided him to a church called "The Followers of Christ."
Without warning, he destroyed a streetlight with a blast of dark energy. The crash echoed through the street, plunging the church and nearby houses into eerie darkness.
Inside, Camila was with her grandparents, Jorge and Evelyn, enjoying a peaceful afternoon. The sudden blackout interrupted their moment.
—What happened? —Jorge asked, confused.
A cold wind swept through the church as Ishnofel broke in like a living shadow. His dark armor gleamed under the dim light of the candles, and his eyes shone with inhuman malice.
The priest, upon seeing him, felt a chill run down his spine and tried to expel him.
—In the name of God, I command you to leave! —he shouted boldly.
Ishnofel quickly touched him, draining his life in an instant. Then, with a cruel laugh, he began to slaughter the Christians, his dark sword shining with the blood of the innocents.
—Run, my granddaughter, go and don't look back —Evelyn shouted before being pierced by the demon's sword.
Jorge, in a desperate act, threw himself at Ishnofel.
—No! Don't take her! —he exclaimed in fury, but the demon struck him down with ease.
Camila, her heart beating frantically, ran through the shadows of the night, leaving behind the echo of her cries and the metallic smell of blood.