Their Nightmare

"These demons will kill us and eat our flesh if those demon hunter warriors don't stop them."

We huddled at the back of the mini-cabinet.

"Then what should we do?" she inquired, worry creeping into her voice.

"I-I don't know," I replied, panic rising. I took a deep breath. "Maybe we need to find something we can use against them, to protect ourselves." I suggested.

We stood up, walking toward the bed and pulling out the boxes from under it, hoping to find something that would make them vanish.

As we searched for weapons, something popped into my mind. "Claudia, remember the electric knife and the fire gun we found at the scrapyard a couple of months ago?" I asked, prompting her to recall them.

"Hmm, yeah?" she raise an eyebrow.

"Those weapons are from real warriors—not hunters or huntresses—and the rumors are true. I even saw the violet glowing sword." I explained, revealing what I knew.

"How did you know that?" she queried, frowning.

"I saw it with my own two eyes that night." Her eyes widened in surprise, her mouth lifting into a big smile.

Based on what I saw, the sword was invented by a scientist; it looked totally modern and futuristic. It had a wide, huge silver blade that curled at the top. A curly-shaped hole in the center of the blade glowed violet. The handle was also silver, somewhat glowing, and curved at the ends.

Its violet glow radiated power; it had magical properties. As time passed after it struck, the violet energy from the sword turned into thunder that summoned a storm from the sky. It emitted both heat and cold energy. I even dropped it from my hand, startled, and moved backward in fear. Then I retrieved the sword and brought it home.

"But we don't know how to use that sword," Claudia pointed out.

"And we can't just give this to the hunter and huntress warriors," I gazed at her eyes, pondering what to do.

Then, a loud crash came from the window. Claudia jumped, her eyes wide with fear, and instinctively grabbed my arm, her grip tightening as if she could draw strength from me.

She turned to me, her face pale, and whispered, "What was that? Do you think it's the demons?" Her voice trembled, and I could see the panic rising in her eyes as she glanced nervously toward the window, half-expecting something to burst through.

From outside, we overheard the demon hunters and huntresses panicking; the demons seemed to be multiplying. We heard Marcelene strike the demons with her electrifying weapon. The clashing of swords and the sound of arrows filled the air.

"We need to stop this immediately!" Marcelene yelled.

Demetrys suggested, "Guess we need to line up."

Zylia looked around, her electric gun tracing the movements of fire demons across the rooftops. Meanwhile, Drake observed, preparing to fight them with his huge weapon: a black stick topped with a white, oblong blade; sharp points at the top edge ends radiated intense energy.

Zylia spoke. "What do you mean by 'line up'?"

"We need to split up, distract them from different directions, and then regroup at the end," Demetrys articulated, outlining his plan.

"But isn't that dangerous?" Neima objected, her eyebrows furrowed in a questioning frown.

Marceline turned her attention to Neima. "We need to trust him," she responded firmly.

"Fine." Neima rolled her eyes in frustration.

They prepared themselves, then jumped from the ground, landing on the rooftops. Marcelene and Demetrys nodded to each other as they ran across the rooftops in different directions. Marcelene pulled out her electric guns and began shooting the demons that crossed her path.

They were in different directions, firing and clashing with the demons around them. The demons burned and slowly vanished, leaving behind only ashes. But as the demons died, dissolving into smoke and sulfur, they began to reconstitute. Crimson energy gathered from the swirling ashes, rapidly regenerating and formed again into their scary forms—eyes burning like embers, claws dripping hot liquid.

"What's going on?" Marcelene's eyes widened and her eyebrow furrowed, seeing them reforming.

"I don't know," Zylia just shook her head since she was out of words.

"What a nightmare!" Neima declared, her voice full of frustration.

Covyn spoke, his voice dripping with smug superiority. "Today's a blood moon, and that means this season they reform when it's a blood moon," he interpreted, an arrogant smirk playing on his lips.

"If that's the case, we need to be more careful," Marcelene reminded them.

We opened the window slightly and peered outside. We saw the hunters and huntresses struggling to fight the demons. Those demons were multiplying—doubling—every time they clashed with and killed the hunters.

I tried the electric knife, aiming it at the deformed, smoke-wreathed demons with their burning eyes and dripping claws, and it struck them. We immediately closed the window and hid beneath it.

"Who's that?" I overheard Neima inquire, her eyes glued to the window.

No one answered her, so we peered out the window, fear gripping us at the thought of them breaking in. Her expression—she was planning to come inside—sent a shiver of fear down our spines. That wasn't good. Quickly, we hid all the weapons in boxes, making sure none would be discovered.

Neima burst in, throwing open the window, and we quickly hid behind the small cabinet. She strode toward us, a smirk playing on her lips as she saw our fear.

"There's no demons, don't worry," she pronounced flatly.

We opened our eyes and looked up at her. "Then you were the one who broke in?" I inquired, pretending I didn't know.

"I just wanted to see where that blue thunder strike came from, since I saw it leave here," she stroke her chin with her index finger.

"I don't know how that happened."

"There must be an electric potion around here," she mumbled, scanning the room.

She froze for a moment when she heard the demons growling and someone screaming; then she looked at the window. I saw her expression filled with rage, her teeth gritted.

"Close the window and I'll take care of this," she stated, pulling out her bow and arrow.