CHAPTER 186
Chapter 186: Love's Shield, Shadow's Field
The ancient, malevolent voice echoing from Jenna, the vision of darkness and fire, and the chilling hiss, "The boy… he will be mine!" made the house feel like a battleground. Salome, holding Jenna's limp body, felt a surge of terror. The darkness was trying to take her children.
"No!" Salome cried, her voice echoing through the house. "Stay away from them! Stay away from my family!"
The celestial Johnson, his form shimmering with a golden light, stepped forward, his expression grave. "It is the ancient evil," he said, his voice a resonant echo. "It is trying to use Jenna, to use her connection to the baby, to gain control."
He knelt beside Salome, his light gentle and reassuring. "But we will not let it," he said, his voice firm. "We are stronger now, Salome. We have faced the darkness before, and we have survived. We will survive this too."
Salome looked at him, her eyes filled with fear and a desperate hope. "But how?" she asked, her voice trembling. "It's so powerful. It's inside my baby. How can we fight it?"
The celestial Johnson took her hand, his touch warm and steady. "We will fight with love," he said, his voice soft but strong. "With the love that binds us together, the love that has sustained us through every trial."
He looked at Jenna, her face pale, her rainbow crystal dimmed. "Jenna is strong," he said. "She has a light within her that even the darkness cannot extinguish. We must help her find it again."
He turned to Salome, his eyes filled with a deep love. "And you, Salome," he said, "you are the heart of this family. You are the mother, the protector, the source of life. You have the power to protect your child, to guide him through the darkness."
He placed his hand on Salome's stomach, his light pulsing over the growing life within her. "He is strong," he said, his voice filled with a strange awe. "He carries the light of hope, the promise of a new beginning. But he needs your strength, your love, to guide him."
Salome took a deep breath, her heart pounding, her mind racing. She remembered the love she shared with Johnson, the bond that had transcended death, the strength she had found in her children.
"You're right," she said, her voice a little stronger now. "We are stronger now. We're not alone. We have each other, and we have our children. And we will protect them, no matter what."
The celestial Johnson smiled, a smile of pride and love. "That is the spirit," he said. "Now, we must focus on Jenna. We must help her break free from the darkness's grasp."
He placed his hand on Jenna's forehead, and a beam of golden light flowed into her, gently pushing back the darkness that held her captive.
Jenna stirred, her eyes fluttering open. But her eyes were not her own. They glowed with a malevolent green light, and her smile was a cruel, mocking grin.
"Fools," she hissed, her voice a distorted echo. "You think your love can save her? You are mistaken. She belongs to me now. She is my vessel."
And then, Jenna's body began to convulse, her rainbow crystal shattered, and a torrent of dark energy erupted from her, filling the house with a suffocating darkness. And from the darkness, a figure emerged, a figure of pure malevolence, a figure that was both ancient and terrifyingly powerful.
It was the ancient evil itself, and it had taken Jenna as its host.