“Both brothers deformed and passed on to their death. How is that possible?” Mpho was still puzzled. She was in a room with Black and Luthando. Luthando could walk again without the aid of his crutches. The four of them were sitting in the living room. The fourth being the kitten. “I can understand what has happened.” Luthando said, “I was told that my mother and my two brothers died when my dad’s jet crashed. The pilot, apparently died too. At the time, my mother was pregnant with me. I did not believe that story, seeing as all four us where in perfect shape.”
Black thought, she should explain, “I do not know if the jet-crash was an incident or conducted by the demon. But I do believe that your mother died along with your two brothers and the pilot. The demon possibly, saved you in time—
