“If you look at the blood moon, scoop up water from this pond and offer it back to the pond chanting the name of moon, three times, your wish will come true.” The priest said. “I will leave now… if you insist on offering the homage, but, be careful about what you wish.”
She waited for the moon to rise and went down in the pond. She turned when she heard the rustle on the leaves on the bank of the pond.
It was him… it could not be anyone else, she clambered to the bank and rushed to his arms.
He looked into her eyes and she realized, he was back from hell!