Eyeing the surrounding area, he paused when a glimpse of red caught his gaze. A small spot of blood on the edge of a nearby chair. He moved closer to examine it. A small clump of blond hair was caught in the clotting fluid. Yes, this was what he was looking for. The mother was the only blond in the family, but she was several strides away. Crossing the room again, he pulled a handkerchief from his pocket. No gashes on her forehead, but no one else was blond. He quickly wrapped the fabric around his hand before slowly tilting her head, which fell forward with an awful flop in the way only dead weight can. He tried to ignore the anger he felt on her behalf and focus on the situation at hand.
Leaning forward, he examined the back of her head untilbingo. A bloodied gash on the back of her skull confirmed what he had suspected. Like any mother would instinctually do, she had tried to save her child. The horror of the scene flashed before his eyes. That poor woman, witnessing her husband doing those awful things to her sweet baby girl. The thought made him sick with pain for her, and he all too vividly imagined the sounds of her uncontrollable screams at the sight of her husband hurting her child. She would have tried to save her baby, but with its supernatural strength, the demon had undoubtedly shoved her away with ease, causing her to fall back and hit her head on the chair. But why not just kill her then, when she was trying to interfere? Her body and phone were on the other side of the room, with no smears of blood across the carpet leading to her to indicate she had died elsewhere and her body had been moved, so clearly the demon had chosen not to kill her right away? Why leave her alive?
Because the demon had wanted her to see....
The pieces of the puzzle fell together in his mind as he played his theory out step by step. But another question nagged at the back of his mind: Why had the woman thought her husband was possessed? Undoubtedly she hadnt wanted to think her husband was capable of such atrocious violence, but she had been so specific. She hadnt said he had gone mad or crazy. Shed said he was possessed, which meant the demon had done something to give away its identity. It wouldnt have shown its demonic red eyes unless shed somehow managed to hurt it, which she wouldnt have been able to do unless she had holy water or a blessed relic at hand, which didnt seem likely, even though the family had been religious.
He thought back to all the crappy B-movies he had seen over the years, which had portrayed demons in some of the most absurd ways and most likely would have been the extent of this womans knowledge of the demonic. What could the creature have done that would have...
The thought clicked into place. Latin. The demon must have been speaking Latin or some other dead language her husband wouldnt have known. That was one thing the films got right, and if the demon had been speaking Latin, that meant it had performed some sort of demonic ritual. That explained the desecrated state of the infants body. The horror of the situation hit David like a punch straight to the balls.
The point of the demons ritual hadnt been spilling blood, it had been creating fear. The demon had forced the motherand the father, while he was possessed and unable to control his bodyto watch the deaths of their two children so it could feed off their fear.
David shoved his anger down inside, balling it up in a way he was certain would kill him one of these days. He needed to remain focused. He had already taken photos of the crime scene. Now he needed samples to send off to the lab. If he could find some trace of sulfur the monster had left behind, forensics could analyze it and give him some idea of what type of demon fucker he would be torturing. He made quick work of taking the samples. After pulling the small lab kit from inside his leather jacket, he swabbed the victims wounds and underneath their fingernails, and took samples of their hair, anything that could give him insight.