As Evan and Rev notice auras and encounter invisible sugar entities, what starts as a simple craving quickly becomes a battle for their energy. “Let’s get a treat,” Rev says, bumping Evan’s shoulder as they step out of the house. “We’ve been working hard. We deserve a break. Ice cream?”
Across the street, the ice cream shop’s neon sign flickers like a crooked grin.
Evan hesitates. His mouth says yes. His gut says no.
“It sounds good,” he says slowly, “but I think I’ll pass this time.”
Rev groans. “Seriously? Fine. Then at least come with me so we can talk.”
“Okay,” Evan says.
They head down the sidewalk.
Spring hangs in the air like a secret. The trees that looked dead last month now pulse with tiny buds. Evan slows, eyes scanning the branches.
“Do you feel that?” he murmurs.
“Feel what?” Rev asks.
“The trees,” Evan says. “They feel…charged. Like there’s power running through the branches.” He squints. “Every trunk has this glow around it. Not just sunlight—like energy. I can almost reach out and touch it.”
Rev shrugs, then looks closer despite himself.
“I don’t see glowy tree forcefields,” he says, “but I do see those flowers.”
They pass a yard exploding with tulips and daffodils—red, yellow, purple, pushing up through the cold soil.
Rev’s voice softens. “Those are brave,” he says. “They pop up when it might still snow. The colors…pull you in. It’s more than pretty. It’s like there’s something underneath it. Like the earth is trying again.”
He nods at another house, where someone has planted a whole jumble of flowers around the porch.
“I love when people actually plant stuff,” he adds. “It makes the whole neighborhood feel warmer.”
“Most people don’t even notice,” Evan says quietly. A car speeds by, tires hissing. The driver stares straight ahead, eyes locked on the road. “They rush past yards like this and only see asphalt and traffic lights. They miss all the…messages.”
“Enough deep thoughts,” Rev says. “My brain wants sugar.”
Rev Eats Ice Cream and the Entities Attack His Aura
The shop smells like sugar and freezer air.
Freezers hum along the walls. Bright tubs of ice cream stare up from behind smeared glass.
“I’ll take a triple scoop of mint chocolate chip,” Rev tells the clerk, like he’s announcing a victory.
He glances at Evan. “Last chance. You sure you don’t want any?”
“Yeah,” Evan says. “I don’t like how I feel afterward.”
Rev grins. “More for me.”
He takes the cone and bites in. His eyes close for a second.
“Oh man,” he says. “This is amazing.”
Evan watches him chew. Watches his shoulders relax. Then something in the air…shifts.
Rev’s aura—normally bright and clear in Evan’s inner sight—starts to swirl.
“You’re not going to believe this,” Evan says. His voice drops without him meaning to. “Your aura is changing.”
Rev rolls his eyes and licks a drip off his wrist. “You and your auras.”
“I’m serious.” Evan’s gaze sharpens. “It’s filling up with…things.”
He steps closer.
“They look like fat jelly beans,” he says slowly, “floating in your field. With long hollow tails. And eyes.”
He squints.
“Crimson eyes,” he says. “They’re latching onto your energy. Drinking it.”
Rev freezes mid-bite.
“You’re trying to freak me out,” he says. He glances around anyway.
For a split-second, at the edge of his vision, something moves—like a smudge of smoke with a red spark in the middle.
He blinks. It’s gone.
“Huh,” he mutters. “I thought I saw something. It faded too fast.”
“Their eyes are starting to smoke,” Evan says.
His whole body tenses.
“They’re spinning around you,” he whispers, “whipping out these puffs of dirty gray mist. Your aura is turning into fog.
“I’m calling them Foggers,” he says. “They literally fog your field.”
Rev takes another bite.
“Well, the Foggers taste fantastic,” he says. He crunches the last of the cone and wipes his fingers. “Worth it.”
He laughs.
Thirty seconds later, he isn’t laughing.
“That was good,” he says slowly. “Maybe…too good.”
His voice slurs at the edges.
“I feel weird,” he adds. “Tired. Bored. Let’s go home. I want to lie down and scroll something mindless.”
They step back into the afternoon light.
The street looks the same—but around Rev, colors flatten, like someone turned the world’s saturation down.
“Do you still see the flowers?” Evan asks.
“What?” Rev says.
“The flowers. From before.”
Rev frowns.
“I remember talking about them,” he says. “But honestly? I don’t care about flowers right now.”
Evan’s stomach sinks.
“I think the Foggers spun a fog around you with the sugar energy,” he says.
Rev stops walking.
He presses a hand to his chest.
“You know what?” he says. “I feel…wrong.” His eyebrows pinch together. “I miss that fire I always feel here.” He taps his sternum. “When did it go out? How did I not notice?”
He looks down the street.
“I can’t focus past like ten feet,” he says. “Everything beyond that is just…nothing. Like I’m in a bubble, and the whole world is blurred outside.”
“You’re describing the fog,” Evan says softly.
Rev nods slowly.
“The power I feel to change things?” he says. “Gone. The confidence in my heart? Gone. I’ve been in this fog before. I just never noticed when I walked into it. I only noticed when I was finally out.”
He blows out a harsh breath.
“Maybe it wears off when the sugar does,” he says. “I hope.”
Evan studies him.
“Who are you right now?” he asks. “Because you’re not the Rev I know.
“Most people live inside this fog all the time,” he adds quietly. “They don’t even realize there’s anything else. The Foggers blot out who they really are.”
Rev snorts.
“It’s only because you’re here,” he says, “poking holes in it, that I notice anything. I have to push my will through this haze to remember what it feels like to be awake.”
His voice drops.
“I heard a voice,” he says. “In my head. Sweet. Reasonable. It said I deserved a treat because I’d earned it. That nothing bad would happen. Just reward.”
He clenches his jaw.
“All lies,” he says. “Soft lies. Just enough to blind me for a while.”
He kicks a pebble down the sidewalk.
“You’d think I’d learn,” he mutters. “I fall for it every time. Sweet now, crash later. Every. Single. Time.”
“Then let’s fight back,” Evan says.
His eyes spark.
“Right now.”
As Evan and Rev fight the swarm with a pocketknife and flee, they realize that stirring up the entities has made them a prime target. They duck into a quiet side street, away from cars and people.
Evan pulls his pocketknife from his jeans.
Rev does the same.
“Pocketknife sword fight?” Rev asks weakly.
“Not that kind of fight,” Evan says.
He flips the knife open and raises it.
“Today,” he says, “this is a sword.”
He slices the air around Rev in slow, precise arcs, like he’s cutting invisible cords. Rev copies him, his movements clumsy at first.
Evan’s voice firms.
“Archangel Michael,” he says, “we call for your flaming blue sword to slice through Rev’s aura and dissolve every side effect of this sugar. Cut through this white fog. Chop every one of these jelly-bean Foggers into dust.”
The air changes.
A sudden chill ripples over their skin. Evan’s breath puffs in front of him, even though the day isn’t that cold.
“I can see them,” he whispers.
He swallows.
“They’re in the fog around you,” he says. “Their eyes are glowing brighter. They’re furious.”
A sharp, high squeaking fills the air—just at the edge of hearing.
“There are more of them,” Evan says. “A lot more. Like…they called their friends.”
Rev’s skin prickles.
“We stirred up a hornet’s nest,” he says.
Fine hairs on his arms stand on end.
“Look at them, Evan,” he says. “They’re coming in waves.”
The pressure builds.
To anyone else, the alley is empty.
To Evan’s sight, a swarm of red-eyed jellybean things presses in, tails whipping.
The first hit lands.
“Ow!” Rev cries, slapping his calf. “I didn’t think they could actually touch us.”
Another sting slashes across his arm. Another crack against his back. Each tail strike feels like a snapped rubber band dipped in fire.
“Run,” Evan says.
They bolt.
From the sidewalk, they’re just two boys sprinting as if they’re late for something.
Inside Evan’s vision, a storm of Foggers pours after them, tails snapping, eyes blazing, trails of dirty smoke swirling in their wake.
The swarm grows.
A silent alarm ripples outward.
From a candy store up ahead, another cloud of Foggers bursts through the walls and joins the chase.
“They’re coming out of the candy,” Evan gasps. “Out of all the sugar.”
“Great,” Rev pants. “We accidentally declared war on dessert.”
The two streams merge, forming a wall of eyes and tails.
“At the last second,” Evan says, “we cut left!”
They drop into a side alley.
The hoard overshoots, then whips around, funneled into the narrow space.
Rev’s chest burns.
“This cannot be happening,” he gasps. “What did we do wrong? Aren’t prayers supposed to help? Not make monsters angry?”
“We let them know we can see them,” Evan says between breaths. “And then we asked for their destruction. They’re used to people ignoring them. We’re a threat now.”
“Fantastic,” Rev mutters. “Also? You’re in better shape than I am. If I stop, I’m dead.”
“Then we don’t just run,” Evan says. His eyes flick to the rooftops, scanning. “We trap them.”
“Trap them where?” Rev demands.
Evan’s gaze locks on a white steeple rising above the buildings ahead.
“There,” he says.
Evan and Rev Run to the Church for Spiritual Firepower
They cut through backyards and alleys, dodging trash cans, vaulting low fences. Each sting from a Fogger’s tail pushes them faster.
The church grows larger with every stride, bright and stubborn against the sky.
“We need serious firepower,” Evan says. “Stuff we don’t have.”
“Yet,” Rev says.
“Yet,” Evan agrees.
They race up the church steps, Foggers screeching behind them.
“There’s a service going on,” Rev says. “We’ll lead them inside. Let the prayer warriors handle the rest.”
“You really think they can see what we see?” Evan asks.
“Lord Blue is leading today,” Rev says. “He will.”
They grab the handles.
“Ready?” Rev asks.
“No,” Evan says. “Open it.”
They throw the doors wide.
When Lord Blue and the congregation use decrees to destroy the entity, the true power of spoken prayer and collective focus is unleashed inside the sanctuary. The sanctuary is dim and thick with whispered prayer.
Candles burn along the walls. A small group of devotees kneels and sits in the pews, their voices a low, steady murmur.
Heads snap up as the doors slam open.
Rev and Evan burst inside, lungs on fire.
Behind them—visible only to certain eyes—a howling storm of Foggers pours through the doorway: a cloud of red eyes, smoking tails, and oily gray fog.
Evan slams the doors shut. The bang echoes through the vaulted ceiling.
The congregation sees two out-of-breath teens.
The Foggers see prey.
“Help us!” Rev shouts, sprinting down the aisle. “They’re trying to kill us!”
Lord Blue stands at the front, robed in deep cobalt, eyes calm and sharp.
For one heartbeat, he watches. Then his gaze shifts slightly—following something above Rev’s head that no one else can see.
He understands.
Without a word, he reaches behind the altar and pulls out a five-foot sacred sword.
The blade catches candlelight and throws it back in hard, metallic flashes.
He raises it high.
“Vajra!” he calls, stomping his foot.
The word cracks through the sanctuary like a bolt of lightning.
The hoard of Foggers freezes in midair, inches from Rev, as if they’ve slammed into an invisible shield.
Rev skids to a stop.
“What did he say?” he whispers.
“Vajra,” Evan breathes. “It’s like saying, ‘I claim my right to do what I came here to do.’”
The Foggers shudder.
The invisible hold breaks.
But their focus has changed.
They turn from Rev to Lord Blue.
In one piercing shriek, they charge.
“Archangel Michael and legions of light,” Lord Blue calls, voice ringing off stone, “come forth and bind this hoard of darkness!”
He swings the sword in a wide arc.
The first wave of Foggers slams into the blade.
The contact explodes into blue-white sparks.
Each creature that touches the sword shatters into glittering dust.
Evan stares, stunned.
“I need one of those,” he whispers. “Right now.”
The next wave of Foggers veers off, panicking.
They swarm toward the front doors, screeching as they slam into an unseen barrier and ricochet back.
“In the name of Almighty God,” Lord Blue says, “I call for blue flame angels to seal the perimeter of this sanctuary.”
Something snaps into place—an invisible ring of power around the room.
The Foggers ram it again and again.
They can’t get out.
They scream.
Thick gray smoke pours from their eyes, flooding the chapel.
The air grows heavy. People cough.
Red beams slice from their eyes, crisscrossing the sanctuary like a living laser maze.
Lord Blue keeps moving, swinging the sword through the fog.
“Angels of the sacred fire,” he calls, “come forth and consume this astral hoard. Clear this holy place.”
His words cut through the noise.
A chorus answers—a high, bright sound that vibrates in Evan’s ribs.
Fiery pink light floods the room, pushing back the gray.
The fog thins. Tears. Rips apart.
“Behind you!” Rev yells.
A cluster of Foggers rushes from the rear, riding the last shreds of smoke, aiming straight for Lord Blue’s back.
He spins.
The sword flashes.
Steel meets shadow. Sparks fly. Each hit turns another clump of Foggers into dust.
The survivors hesitate.
Then, as if guided by one mind, they whirl away and surge toward the center of the sanctuary, merging into a dense, writhing knot.
Evan’s fingers dig into the back of the pew.
“I really don’t like this,” Rev says. “Whatever they’re doing, it’s bad.”
The squealing in the air sharpens into a single, piercing note.
The knot of creatures swells and solidifies.
In seconds, one giant ovoid monster towers over the pews.
Its eyes are enormous—twin red suns that pin everyone in place.
It whips its tail.
The crack explodes at Lord Blue’s feet.
He flies backward.
The sword tears from his grip and skids across the floor.
The creature lunges, slamming him down and clamping a smoky appendage over his mouth.
The chanting stops.
For one stunned second, no one moves.
The Congregation Chants to Annihilate the Giant Fogger Monster
A single man in the third pew stands.
His hands shake.
His voice doesn’t.
“Beloved Mighty Astrea,” he calls, “lock your cosmic circle and sword of blue flame around this beast!”
He begins to chant—soft at first.
“Smash, blast, annihilate, shatter, dissolve, and consume.”
A woman stands beside him, joining in.
Then another.
Then another.
Soon, the entire congregation is on its feet, feet braced, hands moving in the sign of the cross and then stabbing forward, as if they each thrust an invisible blade.
Together, they shout,
“Smash, blast, annihilate, shatter, dissolve, and consume!”
Again.
And again.
The sound builds. The very walls seem to vibrate.
The giant Fogger jerks.
An invisible force rips it off Lord Blue and slams it against the altar, cracking the wood.
It surges up, more furious now.
Its burning gaze swings back to Lord Blue as he staggers to his feet.
His robes are scorched. His hair is wild.
His eyes are steady.
Twin streams of fire blast from the creature’s eyes toward him.
He sidesteps in a single smooth motion, dives, and snatches the fallen sword.
Evan’s jaw drops.
“I have to learn that move,” he whispers.
“Smash, blast, annihilate, shatter, dissolve, and consume!” the congregation roars.
Their words slam into the monster like a wave.
It stumbles.
Lord Blue doesn’t hesitate.
He charges.
With one fierce thrust, he drives the sword straight into one of the monster’s blazing eyes.
“Archangel Michael,” he cries, “consume this evil entity!”
The blade pierces the eye.
Crimson fire explodes across the altar.
The shockwave knocks Lord Blue backward. Flames lick his sleeves.
The creature’s scream rattles the rafters.
Its body shudders.
Then rips apart.
Thousands of Foggers burst free, spinning wildly like enraged hornets.
Lord Blue drags himself upright and raises the sword again. Smoke curls from his robe.
“Archangel Michael,” he commands, voice like thunder, “I call for bolts of blue lightning to shatter this malicious mass.”
The congregation straightens.
“Bolts of blue lightning,” they shout, “bolts of blue lightning, bolts of blue lightning—
descend NOW!”
Lord Blue points the sword at the center of the spinning hoard.
A blinding flash of blue tears down from nowhere, slamming into the creatures.
Thunder explodes through the sanctuary. Stained glass rattles. People duck behind pews.
Again and again, lightning strikes the hoard.
Each bolt louder.
Each hit brighter.
The Foggers twist, shriek, distort.
Finally, they start to break.
Their bodies fragment into ever-smaller shards of red and white light.
The shards swirl upward, pulled into a tight spinning ring high above the altar—a tornado of sparks.
One last bolt of blue lightning slams into the circle.
The ring flares.
Then collapses inward, folding into a single blazing ball of crystallized light.
It hangs in midair for one suspended breath.
Then detonates.
A white flash blinds the room.
Thunder rolls through everyone’s bones.
Then—
Silence.
No squeals.
No smoke.
Slowly, people crawl out from under the pews, blinking.
Tiny crystals drift down like snow—diamond-bright, settling on the pews, the altar, their shoulders and hair.
The whole sanctuary sparkles.
Every eye turns to Lord Blue.
He stands at the front, robes singed, hair mussed, hand resting lightly on the sword’s hilt.
His face is calm.
He walks to the podium as if the schedule has not changed.
“Now,” he says gently, “let us continue where we left off.”
Rev and Evan look at each other.
The Foggers are gone.
But a new question burns in Evan’s chest:
If sugar hides creatures like that…
What else is out there, hiding in ordinary things, just beyond what most people see?
Evan and Rev notice auras and encounter invisible "sugar entities" (dubbed Foggers) that latch onto energy fields and induce lethargy after Rev eats ice cream. When the boys try to destroy the entities with pocketknives, the swarm multiplies, forcing them to flee to a local church where Lord Blue is leading a service. Lord Blue, armed with a sacred sword and the backup of the congregation chanting decrees, battles the massive Fogger monster and an astral hoard, successfully obliterating them with blue lightning.
Invisible Sugar Entities (Foggers): Consuming sugar and processed treats feeds parasitic astral entities that latch onto human auras, drain energy, and induce sluggish, thoughtless states of mind.
The Power of Spiritual Sight: As souls awaken, they can perceive subtle auras and energetic entities that remain entirely invisible to ordinary, distracted human awareness.
Spiritual Warfare and Decrees: Defeating astral entities requires active spiritual weaponry, invocation of spiritual figures like Archangel Michael, and the combined decree power of a focused congregation.
Consequences of Awakening: Acknowledging and fighting back against invisible entities makes one a recognized target in an ongoing spiritual war.
Evan: A student who perceives invisible auras and sugar entities, uses a pocketknife as a spiritual sword, and helps lead the charge to the church.
Rev: A student who indulges in mint chocolate chip ice cream, gets attacked by Foggers, and runs for his life alongside Evan.
Lord Blue: A spiritual leader and graduated master-teacher who wields a sacred sword (Vajra) and commands angelic protection inside the church sanctuary.
The Congregation: A dedicated group of spiritual warriors who join Lord Blue in chanting decrees ("Smash, blast, annihilate, shatter, dissolve, and consume") to destroy the giant Fogger monster.