CHAPTER 187
Chapter 187: Rainbow's Joy, Shadow's Toy
The chilling cry from within Salome, the celestial Johnson's warning about the ancient evil, and the feeling of a darkness gathering made the house feel like a haunted sanctuary. Salome, holding Jenna and Leo close, tried to focus on the joy of the new baby, but the fear was a constant shadow.
Jenna, however, was a whirlwind of excitement. The news of a new sibling filled her with a boundless energy. Her rainbow crystal glowed brighter than ever, illuminating the house with a cheerful light.
"I'm going to be a big sister again!" she exclaimed, her voice bubbling with delight. "I'm going to help Mommy with the baby! I'm going to teach him all my colors!"
She insisted on helping Salome prepare for the new arrival. She carefully selected the softest blankets, the cutest clothes, and the most colorful toys. She even started painting a mural in the nursery, a vibrant rainbow landscape filled with sparkling stars and dancing animals.
"He's going to love it, Mommy!" she declared, her face beaming with pride. "He's going to love all the colors!"
Salome watched Jenna, her heart aching with a mixture of love and worry. Jenna's joy was a balm to her soul, a reminder of the light and hope that still existed in their lives. But the celestial Johnson's warnings echoed in her mind, a constant reminder of the darkness that threatened to engulf them.
"You're a wonderful big sister, Jenna," Salome said, her voice soft but filled with a forced cheerfulness. "You're going to be a great help."
The celestial Johnson, his form often shimmering in the background, observed Jenna with a mixture of pride and a deep concern. He knew that Jenna's light was a beacon, a force for good, but he also sensed the darkness that was drawn to her power.
One day, as Jenna was carefully arranging her toys in the nursery, she paused, her head tilted as if listening to something.
"Mommy," she said, her voice hushed, "I can hear him."
Salome, her heart pounding, knelt beside her. "Hear him?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly. "Hear who, baby?"
Jenna pointed to Salome's stomach, her rainbow crystal pulsing softly. "The baby," she said. "He's… he's talking."
Salome's breath caught in her throat. Talking? The baby? It was impossible. And yet, Jenna's senses were often… extraordinary.
"What is he saying, Jenna?" Salome asked, her voice barely a whisper.
Jenna frowned, her face thoughtful. "He's saying… he's saying he's coming. He's coming soon. And he needs us to be strong."
Salome's heart pounded even harder. Coming soon? What did that mean? And why did he need them to be strong?
The celestial Johnson appeared, his form shimmering with a golden light. He looked at Jenna, his expression a mixture of awe and a deep unease.
"She can hear him," he said, his voice a resonant echo. "She can hear the voice of the future."
He turned to Salome, his eyes filled with a grave concern. "The time is near, Salome," he said. "The darkness is gathering, and the final battle is about to begin. And your son… he is the key."
And then, Jenna gasped, her eyes widening, her rainbow crystal flashing wildly. She clutched her head, her face contorted in pain.
"He's showing me something!" she cried, her voice filled with terror. "I see… I see a vision! A vision of darkness! A vision of fire! A vision of…"
And then, her voice trailed off, her eyes going blank, her rainbow crystal dimming, and a new voice echoed from her lips, a voice that was not her own, a voice that was ancient, malevolent, and filled with an unspeakable power.
"The time has come," the voice hissed, its tone filled with a chilling triumph. "The darkness rises! And the boy… he will be mine!"