[ WP ] Concerned family members stage an intervention for their alcoholic father/husband/brother/whatever , not realizing that alcohol is the only way he can keep an elder demon bound within his body

Everyone sat silently in the darkened living room. The only sound that permeated through the darkness was the ticking of Mom's old grandfather clock in the other room. Chris lost track of time after a few minutes. Or was it a few hours? The clock dinged without warning. He counted eleven dings before it went back to it's usual ticking. 
 
 It is 11 P.M. and Dad will be getting home shortly. That's the time he usually gets home, anyway, because that's when he swings by the liquor stores right before they close. 
 
 `` Thank you, everyone, for coming,'' I heard Mom's voice say in the darkness, `` It really means a lot to us for all of you to help us reach out to David. He was under a lot of stress over the years when we were dealing with Chris' cancer. The doctors themselves told me it was an act of God to see Chris' brain tumor shrink so rapidly. I believe it was because of all your prayers and support that God was able to cure Chris so quickly. I think dealing with Chris' illness took too much out of Dave, and at that time he turned to a vice that he can not escape without our help. But I believe God will heal all who remain faithful to him. And that includes healing Dave of his inner demons.'' 
 
 *Goddammit*, Chris thought, *Why did she have to mention my cancer? Yeah. Sure. It's a miracle I'm alive today and all, but why does she have to blame Dad's problems on something that I had no control over? * 
 
 Chris mentally checked off a list of things he needed to do to prepare for the intervention. The three most important steps being A: all alcohol was removed from the house, B: the lock to the guest bedroom door was revered so, in a worse case scenario, he had to lock Dad inside, and C: the windows in the guest bedroom were barricaded shut. Chris' uncles thought the last two steps were a bit extreme, but he had to explain to them just how violent Dad could get when he goes more than an a few hours without a drink. 
 
 Chris stopped paying attention to his surroundings for those few minutes and got lost in his own thoughts. A meditative limbo between sleep and lucidity. Remembering the good times he had with his dad before this whole clusterfuck of bad omens plagued the family. Chris was trying to remember the last good day he had with his dad until the thought was interrupted by the living room light turning on. 
 
 Chris looked up to see his dad. Standing there, slouching in the doorway with a paper bag in one hand and an opened Mephistopheles' Stout in the other. He could smell the man from half a living room away. Clothes that looked they had n't been washed in a week. His hair was a greasy mess. Tiny purple veins were visible throughout his face. His bloodshot, tired eyes scanned the room, knowing exactly what this was. 
 
 He began to turn and leave but not quick enough. Two uncles leaped out of their seats to wrestle him back into the house. He started screaming and cursing at them. Chris and his cousin were now out of their chairs. It became very obvious very quickly that there was not going to be any intervening tonight. The four men, each holding a limb, carried the screaming man to the guest bedroom. 
 
 
 It was after 2:00 A.M. when the cries from the guest bedroom subsided. Everyone had gone home except for Chris' two uncles. They decided to spend the night in case David got violent again. Chris went to bed shortly after and quickly fell asleep from exhaustion. 
 
 He awoke just before 10:00 A.M. to a deathly silent house. Mom and uncles were setting at the dining room table in utter silence. Chris saw the recently purchased beer and rum bottles empty and in the sink. They all exchanged a look and knew it was time to confront David. 
 
 They all silently walked to the bedroom door. Chris carefully stepped up to the door and knocked. Immediately, there was a scream. Not just one scream, but two. Chris' threw the bedroom door open to see his father, eyes so red it was as if they were filled with blood. Veins protruding from every square inch of his body. 
 
 `` Bring me alcohol, Chris. It needs it!'' 
 
 `` No!'' Chris screamed and in that moment David rushed at the crowd of people at the door and threw them aside to look for his rum. He saw the empty bottles in the sink and began to wail this unearthly wail. 
 
 `` It's too late. I have to do it,'' David screamed. He ran to his bedroom with Chris right behind him. David pulled a revolver out of his nightstand and pointed it at his head. 
 
 `` Dad, you ca n't!'' Chris yelled as he tackled his father and wrestled the gun out of his hands. 
 
 `` It too late. Chris, get out! Just please get out!'' 
 
 David's eyes were now so red it looked as if they were on fire. His veins glowing a hot orange. Chris could barely believe what he was seeing. Light began to shine from the veins sticking out of David's skin. The flesh on his back looked as if it was sloughing off in huge chucks to reveal a scaly, burnt, wings. David's screaming stopped and an evil wail filled the room. What remained of David exploded out in all directions, coating Chris and the room in blood and gore. 
 
 Chris stared into the eyes of the creature that stood before him and it stared right back. 
 
 `` The debt has been fulfilled,'' announced the demon. And with a flap of its wings, it disappeared in whirl of flame. 

