“Wha-What?” The shock causes the wind to be sucked from his chest and legs to buckle, sending him to his knees. He was shocked at what he was seeing. Could this thing really bring her back? Oh god, how he wanted her back.
“Your lovely Sandy. You and Sandy and immortality. Anything and everything you could possibly want, forever.” ‘Baphomet teases as he strolls around the room. “All you have to do is say yes. And the world is yours.”
Dontae’ thinks for a moment before the anger and rage rise to the surface. His lips begin to quiver, and his fists ball tight.
“No.” He states as he looks the demon in the eyes with a tear streaming from one of his own.
“I like that anger in you Dontae’.”
Dontae’ stands to his feet. He turns and sends a single shot into the computer screen, sending glass shattering across the room. “Let Rochelle go.”
“It amazes me that you think you can stop what I’ve been planning since the dawn of man. This is my world! It was mine long before you showed up.” Baphomet yells, now clearly angry.
Dontae' charges him only to be tossed away, hitting the wall with a hard thud.
Dontae’ laughs. “That’s all you got? Didn’t the bible teach you that the devil never wins?” He says, trying to intimidate and distract Baphomet just enough to get to his bat.
The demon looks at him angrily before charging, grabbing him by his throat and posting him against the wall. “Don’t ever compare me to Satan!” He growls furiously.
Dontae looks into the black abyss, which is the demon’s eyes trying to glimpse anything that vaguely resembles Rochelle. He strikes the monster having zero effect.
“Rochelle. You have to fight him. I can’t do this alone,” he gargles, barely able to breathe.
“Rochelle is dead!” It states thunderously as it lifts him a few inches off the ground, “You could have been a great asset to my army.” The grip was getting tight, and Dontae’ was starting to black out.
He starts seeing random images and lights flickering. It was almost as if he was watching an old film reel. The flashes were filled with moments from his childhood, mixed with meeting the little girls, and finally Angela Coker. He recalls himself saying: “If the devil is real, so is God.” At that moment, he realized that God had been working the entire time. Rochelle, Wilcox, Squirt, Jessi, Angela, Adonis, Doris, Salvita, and even Roland, were all placed where and when they needed to be. Each time Baphomet placed a chess piece on the table, God placed his own. Men make mistakes, and God places people around to help correct them. In the end, it’s up to men to choose the fate of their world. God can only provide the tools; he can’t be the carpenter. For this war, at this point in history, God’s tool was Dontae’.
This thing could be hurt just as any man walking the earth. Roland had said something that was one hundred percent correct. Everything done by God could be explained by science. Roland didn’t realize that he acknowledged the fact that God exists and he created the world. And in God’s world, he created physics. If something can touch you, then you can touch it. Maybe ghosts weren't real, but the Carasaca sure was. Dontae’ had killed it because it was in God’s world. This meant that the thing that called itself Baphomet could die because it had entered man’s domain. And with that, Dontae’ opens his eyes and grabs the demon by the throat. The thing now seems to be affected by Dontae’s strength. Dontae’ head-butts it. Baphomet stagers. Dontae’ gives it a few blows to the face. The creature panics.
“Dontae’ wait.” The monster was now using Rochelle’s voice.
“Rochelle is that you?” He asks.
“Yes. It’s me. He’s gone,” the creature suggests.
As Dontae slowly walks closer, her eyes turn completely black. Using the back of its hand, it effortlessly swipes him across the room into a glass fixture shattering it. Before he could even think of getting up, Baphomet runs and jumps on top of him, screeching at the top of its lungs with a sound that was a blend of Rochelle's feminine voice and Baphomet's demonic one.
“You think you and your God can defeat me?” Baphomet taunts.
“Yes. I do.” Dontae’ states. There was no doubt in his mind that God was with him.
Baphomet goes into a stare, almost as if it can’t believe what it saw inside of Dontae’s eyes. While distracted, Dontae’ wraps his hand around a perfect piece of shattered glass, and without hesitation, he plunges it into the middle of its chest.
Her body starts to go limp as blood drizzles from her mouth. She rolls over onto her back. He stands over her.
“Dontae’? What’s happening?” She asks, honestly confused and barely being able to speak.
Surprised to hear her voice, he kneels, holds her head up, and places it on his knee.
“Rochelle,” he says, brushing the hair from her face.
For a moment, he doesn’t see the grown-up Rochelle; he sees the scared little girl with the large brown eyes. Calvin had said it must be done. He hesitated so many times, and because of that, the world was in ruins. He cries deeply for her. He weeps as a tear from his eye drips upon her lips.
“Dontae’, I don’t want to die,” she says, looking deep into his eyes.
He wraps his hand around the glass and plunges it deep into her chest cavity while simultaneously letting out a wail of pure pain. The vein in the center of his forehead protruded as his eyes grew increasingly red. The tears were now flowing freely as Dontae’ killed Rochelle. The shadows flow from her body and form in the center of the room, creating the entity, Baphomet. Shadows jolted from the outside to the inside and into the demon. The fully formed Baphomet descends back to hell. Dontae’ watches the demon disappear while holding on tightly to a very dead Rochelle.
