"What is it, my love?" Vrany asks when she notices her husband's reaction.
His eyes return to normal as if nothing had happened, as if it were just the Darkin's imagination.
"Your eyes..." says Darkin, but now he can see that his wife's eyes are normal again.
They shine as if it were the first time they made love in an intense and true way — something that for a long time, during the months Darkin embraced politics, had died. Now it needed to be recovered, like what used to happen between two souls who love each other deeply.
"Calm down, I'm fine," says Vrany, approaching her husband with sensual steps and a subtly strange smile, now wearing only a bra and panties. "I love you so much, my love, and I trust your words, that we will overcome everything that's happening now."
Darkin feels the moment as if it were blending with the past, when they had something intense, a first time that never leaves the mind. He hadn’t even noticed how she had removed her clothes.
"What are you doing? There’s a child here," says Darkin.
"Forget everything and let me take care of you," Vrany says in a sensual voice.
Her soft hands roam his body as he hears her heavy breathing in his ear. Slow, shiver-inducing kisses over his body are his reward for all the work he's done. He looks at her with passion and desire, and when she pulls away for a moment, teasing him, he grabs her by the waist and pulls her to him, planting a kiss on her soft, full lips. She sighs.
The man cannot resist in his beloved’s arms, and the presence of his daughter in the room leaves his mind, replaced by a burning desire inside him. He looks at her, seeing a girl from many years ago, craving adventures and the slow, rhythmic moans of love. Vrany moves down, kissing the man’s chest, while one hand gently grasps his resting member, which immediately responds, growing harder. She guides his hand between her thighs, hot and pulsing with urgent blood at his touch.
She squeezes Darkin's hand between her legs and kisses him deeply, slowly and intensely. She makes him take off his shirt, and then his pants, leaving him in just his underwear.
"Vrany, we need to stop, there’s a child here," says Darkin, but Vrany ignores his words, continuing to arouse him, making him unable to stop.
They exchange more intimate and intense touches, growing increasingly aroused, until Darkin abruptly stops when Vickyara stirs, about to wake.
"Stop this. We can continue, but not here," says Darkin, looking at his wife and then at his daughter, who remains asleep.
Vrany pushes Darkin onto the bed and climbs on top of him, covering him with kisses all over his body and giving an intense kiss on his member, still hidden by the stretched fabric of his underwear. Once again, the fact that his daughter is sleeping in the room leaves Darkin’s mind, and he runs his hands over Vrany's body. She pushes him down, kisses his chest, and slides her hand inside his underwear, while he lies there with his eyes closed. Without making a sound, she moves aside her panties, grabs Darkin's member, and slowly lets its tip slip inside her.
The gentle movement is intense. Darkin longs to thrust all at once, but Vrany whispers provocatively:
"Calm down, don’t be so eager."
The heavens release a roar that makes the earth tremble, and at that moment, Vrany slowly lets his full length enter her, muffling a moan. With her panties to the side, Vrany begins to ride him, first slowly, then frenetically, without stopping. Darkin moans with her, and at that moment Vickyara stirs again.
Darkin becomes uneasy when she stretches out over his abdomen and chest, her hands moving to his neck in a stealthy way. Suddenly, he feels his wife’s hands strangling him, choking him with superhuman strength. He looks at her in fear and sees her eyes turn yellow. Her features completely change, and she lets out a scream, exerting so much force that Darkin starts to lose consciousness.
Vickyara wakes up immediately, hearing her mother's grotesque, demonic scream, like something from hell. The poor child, not knowing what to do, also screams:
"NO!! HELP!!"
Ghuman bursts out of his room, a silver sword in hand, running toward his guests’ room. He arrives and immediately switches on the light, seeing Vrany on top of Darkin, strangling him. But before Ghuman can strike Vrany with his sword, Darkin transforms into smoke, escaping his wife’s hands.
He materializes behind Ghuman, stopping him from striking Vrany, who is now alone on the bed.
"What are you doing?" Ghuman immediately asks Darkin after being stopped.
"She’s my wife..."
"Not anymore," says the old man, pulling back the collar of his shirt, revealing his shoulder. "Look at this."
"Seriously?" Darkin says, upon seeing the tattoo on his shoulder.
The man remembers everything. That old man before him was a former colleague who had worked with him on the expedition project to Zraldonkoy, and had told him the case of the eight entities in the book The Book of Eight.
Immediately, a large, warm tear runs down Darkin’s face as he realizes this is a case of demonic possession — and the only way out is to kill his own wife.
Vrany’s eyes had changed, her features now like a creature from hell, no longer human. Her fingernails had turned to claws, and her teeth were long and terrifying.
Ghuman, with determination, tightenes his grip on the sword’s hilt, but before he can strike Vrany, she dodges and punches him, sending him crashing against the wall, leaving cracks in the plaster.
Afraid and unsure what to do, Vickyara remains frozen in place, watching everything unfold. Instead of confronting his wife, Darkin rushes in front of his daughter. Ghuman, despite the pain, gets up again and grabs his sword to strike Vrany — but to his misfortune, the entity snatches the sword from his hands and stabs him squarely in the abdomen, driving the blade through until it comes out his back, dropping him to his knees.
"NO!" Vickyara screams at the sight.
Fearing that his daughter would be next, Darkin swiftly and violently strickes his wife, now possessed. She falls, and at that moment, seeing the old man partially conscious, he pulls the sword from his body. When the entity tries to strike him with claws and teeth, he, without hesitation, drives the blade into her abdomen, just as she have done to Ghuman. Tears streams down Vrany's face, and even with her red eyes, she speaks:
"I... love you, Darkin! Don’t let me die, please!"
Then her eyes turns normal. Darkin doesn’t know if the words are from the demon or from his beloved wife. He does nothing, just keeps staring at her, while she tries to pull the sword out — but Darkin makes sure to push it in deeper. Terrified, Vickyara could do nothing but watch in shock. As she tries to approach them, her father stops her:
"Don’t come any closer, stay there."
The smokeman pulls the sword from his wife’s body, and she immediately collapses to the floor, eyes closing.
Darkin lets the sword fall to the floor and goes to his daughter, giving her a tight embrace, both of them crying. A strange sound, mingling with the heavens’ roar, echoes. The smokeman turns to the old man, who suddenly opens his eyes and places his hands on his terrible wound.
"We need to leave this place. Now," the old man says.
Darkin gets dressed, then looks at the old man struggling to get up. The former president walks over to help him to his feet and leads him toward the outside of the luxurious house. Together, they leave with little Vickyara.