José and Eliana were shocked. What had begun as a dream seemed to have materialized into reality, and the atmosphere around them vibrated with a palpable energy. The air was charged, dense, as if space itself was about to burst into a revelation.
José, with a mix of excitement and determination, took the red sword. He remembered Jesus' words: they had to place the sword on their chest for the angelic armor to appear. The faint buzzing that filled the air indicated that something transcendental was about to happen.
—Incredible! Love, place your saber on your chest. That way, your armor will appear —exclaimed José, his voice resonating with hope, as if each word had the power to change destiny.
Eliana, feeling the urgency of the mission ahead, nodded and, with a determined gesture, placed her saber on her chest. In an instant, a blinding light enveloped her. A soft yet intense glow began to form around her, materializing into a celestial pink-toned armor, with red gloves and a golden saber that shone brightly.
—Wow! You look wonderful, my love —said José, his voice filled with admiration, while his eyes gleamed with the light of deep love.
Eliana smiled, blushing slightly at the compliment, but suddenly, a doorbell rang in the air, breaking the tension of the moment, like a reminder that their mission was far from over.
José approached to open the door, and upon seeing who it was, his eyes lit up even more. In front of him stood César and Liz, both already clad in their own armors, reflecting a light similar to the one surrounding them.
—Wow! You guys look amazing! —exclaimed José, his smile widening as his words filled the space with a warm and genuine tone.
—If Jesus sent us to face the demons, we will do it —replied César, his deep and firm voice reflecting the resolve of someone with an unbreakable mission.
—Cousin, you look stunning in that armor! —said Liz, looking at Eliana with a spark of surprise and genuine admiration.
—Thank you, cousin. You look beautiful too —Eliana responded, her face blushing, while feeling the support and connection that only family can provide.
—You're an angel, inside and out —commented José tenderly, his eyes shining with a mix of love and pride.
Eliana, her heart pounding, blushed even more and, on impulse, gave her husband a gentle kiss. But at that moment, a flash of divine light appeared, and a deep, authoritative voice resonated among them, cutting through the air with its gravity.
—My children, you know your mission: to face the demons. But there is a problem: some satanic cults have kidnapped Rosita, your mother, José, in her own home. Go quickly! They want to sacrifice her —said Jesus, his tone filled with concern and urgency.
José's face changed instantly. The happiness and calm he had experienced vanished, replaced by a wave of worry and fury. His mother's fate was at stake, and the urgency of the situation propelled him into action.
—Let's go now! —said José, with determination, his voice filled with the firmness of someone who knows there isn't a second to waste.
—Wait, love! —shouted Eliana, running after him, feeling the weight of time and the mission pressing down on her shoulders.
César and Liz, aware of the gravity of the moment, followed them without hesitation. José knew those streets well; his mother lived in that neighborhood, and his body, driven by desperation, moved with a speed that seemed to defy human limits.
Eliana, distressed, tried to calm José with words that failed to reach him, as if the worries of the world were taking over him. César, seeing the intensity in his friend's eyes, tried to stop him, but José dodged him with the agility of someone possessed by an invisible force, an urgency that could not be contained.
—Are you okay, cousin? —asked Liz, noticing the growing concern on Eliana's face.
—I'm fine, but I don't know what José might do in this state —Eliana responded, her voice tinged with anxiety as she watched her husband advance with such fury that she feared for his well-being.
José didn't stop until he reached his mother's house. He entered silently, his steps softly echoing in the hallway, his heart racing, and the air dense with the sensation that something was wrong. He headed straight to her room, but upon opening the door, a chilling emptiness hit him. The room was empty.
Panic began to take hold of him, but something inside him urged him towards the basement. He quickly opened the door, and the scene he found was more horrific than he had imagined. His mother, Rosita, lay on the ground, badly wounded, her body nearly lifeless.
José stood frozen for a second, horror coursing through his body. Without thinking, he ran to her, desperate.
—Mom —said José, his voice breaking, the pain reflected in every word that left his lips.
Rosita slowly opened one eye, a spark of love and affection shining in her gaze, as if she wanted to assure her son that everything was okay, even though the silence of death was closing in on her.
—My beloved son, always remember that I love you and that I am proud of the man you have become —whispered Rosita, her words soft and filled with eternal love, before closing her eyes forever. Her breathing stopped with a final sigh, filling the basement with a terrifying silence.
José's tears fell heavily onto his mother's face, while grief consumed him completely. In that instant, time seemed to stop, and the world around him crumbled.
—No, please, don't go. I need you, Mother! —he cried, his voice full of desperation, as if his words could bring her back, but the darkness of the basement surrounded him more and more.
The satanic cult then arrived, observing José with a mix of surprise and disdain. Their eyes met his, but there was no fear in him, only restrained rage.
—What are you doing here? —they asked, as if the fury in his eyes was nothing more than a nuisance.
—You killed the person I loved! —José shouted, his body trembling with fury, each word carrying the weight of his pain and his thirst for vengeance.
The cult, indifferent, responded coldly that human sacrifices were a tradition for them, that they didn't care what José felt.
Overcome with rage, José unsheathed his celestial sword. His eyes, filled with fury, lunged at the cult without mercy. The room turned into an infernal chaos. The light of the swords mixed with the blood beginning to cover the floor, and the sound of screams and violence filled the space with unbearable intensity.
After the massacre, when the last trace of the cult had disappeared, José stood with tears in his eyes, observing the chaos around him. With his heart shattered, he took his mother's body and, with solemn determination, left the house. Carrying her back home, he swore to honor her memory in a world that already seemed to have lost all light.