Part XXIV - The Sacrifice The night air was cool as the priest stood on the street looking up at the sky. A light was on in the second floor window in the two story house nearby. He knew that his mission was one against evil, and one that he had to win. Because if he didnt, the child would die and forever be lost to sin. He muttered a prayer as he entered the home and prepared for his night of battle, Against the minions of hell and their lust for discord with all of their mindless prattle. He readied himself at the base of the stairs, holy stole placed over the gown. A simple wooden crucifix in one hand, the rosary around the other was wound. The vial of holy water was ready as the priest began the ascent, To the room that housed the evil within that he knew he must circumvent. For a childs life was in danger as was the whole world if he failed to overcome, And doubt once again crept into his mind as the Church did not sanction this scrum. He entered the room, where objects were floating and flying around in the air, He could see his breath as he stepped in the room, at first all he did was stare. The child on the bed had broken the bindings, meant to keep her from harm. As she sat up on the bed, the demon inside, deep slices down both of her arms. The priest began the Sacrament and waved the sign of the holy cross, The girl cried out as if in much pain, her young body began to twist and toss. He kept saying the script that the demons did hate, holy water was splashed around. The room did spin, objects fell and broke, but suddenly it all died down. The priest opened his eyes as he continued in verse and looked at the little girl, As her head slowly turned so that their eyes would lock, the Priests head started to swirl. He felt the bile raise in the back of his throat as fought off the feeling of sickness, He shook his head to clear his mind, he felt his tongue take on a great thickness. The words became jumbled as he tried to recite the Lords Prayer to stop this feeling. And as he fell to his knees, he looked to his hands as he gripped the book of healing. He raised the good book high above his head, the sickness was now abating. His words returned and he now stood his ground, from the girl came the demons berating. He placed the crucifix to her head and smelled the flesh burn at its touch, Her arms flailed wildly to knock him away, the crucifix he kept in his clutch. Till the young girl fell back to the soiled sheets on the bed, skin a pale shade of blue. Her breathing had stopped, her body was still, her fight with the demon was through. The Priest began praying, but seen no reaction, the little girl was now Dead? He screamed out loud, You cant have her you Bastard! I demand You Take Me Instead!!. Then all of a sudden his eyes rolled back and he started to choke and gasp, He looked down at the girl, who had regained her life, the demon had left at last. As the Priest felt the demon start to take control, he knew his strength he must regain. And send this demon back to the fires, this could not have been all in vain. He rose to his feet, feeling the change take place as the Demon was winning, And with all he could muster, he ran to the window, to commit the ultimate sinning. For as he flew through the shards of glass, he knew this was the only way. To commit this sin of taking ones own life, would condemn him to Hell this day. And as he landed on the street below, the crucifix impaling his heart. His last thought was of that of the little girl, her life now could have a fresh start.
Posted on: Thu, 24 Oct 2013 10:49:44 +0000
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