Hell Calling II by Enrique Laso Read Free Book Online Page B
Authors: Enrique Laso
was paralyzed by an even deeper terror than she'd been gripped by at Carlos's flat. One of the beast's heads was like that of an enormous, misshaped fly. The head suddenly began to mutate, and from among the filth appeared, little by little, the kind, trustworthy face of Father Salas. At that point, Elena couldn't help letting out a scream of pain, anxiety and infinite repugnance.
XX
F ather Salas was now alone in the temple. He missed Esteban, but Elena had insisted that he returned to her once he'd delivered the book with the satanic rites, and the priest had not objected. He'd asked Esteban why she had not come to the church herself, and her only excuse had been her total exhaustion.
«She might have somehow realised that there are dangers I should best face alone», the priest said to himself.
He opened the little black book and read the page that had been marked. He understood that Alicia had indeed sealed a deal with the Evil One to give him her daughter. But he also understood why Elena had chosen to stay away, not just from the temple, but in fact, from him: she'd discovered the evil, the dark being that was roaming inside him.
«I cannot reproach that woman in any way. Least of all, that she wishes to stay prudently away from myself. There are plenty of good reasons to do so».
After studying the book for hours, Father Salas realised what he was facing. He now knew what he had to do, how to save the souls of Carlos and Laura. The satanic manual and the wise advise of Father Gabriele had finally shown him the path to follow.
He knelt in front of the altar and recited several prayers to prepare himself for the hard task ahead. He knew he was about to commit true sacrilege, that he was going to expose himself like he'd never done before, and he hoped God would understand his actions and forgive the insubordinate attitude of his servant. He trusted His endless goodness and he left his future in the hands of His supreme will.
He didn't take off the chasuble, but he did remove the stole from his shoulders, and he carefully placed the Saint Benedict medal on the floor. He lifted his eyes to the crucified Christ that presided over the church and he silently recited a last psalm. After that, his face changed completely and his expression became hard.
"Baal, I summon thee!" Salas shouted at the top of his lungs.
He waited in deep silence. He knew it wasn't likely that the Evil One, his acolytes and their various forms dared to manifest themselves in the house of the Lord. To try and make things easier, he walked away from the altar and stood in the middle of the aisle between the wooden benches for the parishioners.
"Baal, I summon thee!" he exclaimed again.
This time he only had to wait for a few seconds. And then, millions of flies burst through the temple's back windows and thundered in. The swarm gathered right in front of the priest, in a dark, buzzing mass. Slowly, that mass changed, and became more defined before the Mexican priest's terrified eyes. And then, what seconds earlier had been millions of flies huddling together became an immense beast with several heads, wings and dozens of horrendous limbs.
"What do you want, human?" asked the beast with a deafening, guttural voice that made the walls of the church tremble.
"You already know what I have summoned you for" mused Father Salas in a trance.
The beast moved one of its heads until it was right in front of the priest's face. It looked like a ram's head with the jaws of a wild cat. Its fetid, acid smell was slowly burning the Mexican's larynx and lungs.
"Are you sure of your offering?" asked the fiend, showing unexpected consideration towards him.
"Absolutely," Salas whispered.
"In that case, I will do as you wish."
Tiny black snakes sprung from the fiend's limbs and soon they were crawling all over the priest's body. They rushed to his eyes and mouth, and then unceremoniously entered Father Salas's body, who for a few seconds could feel
XX
F ather Salas was now alone in the temple. He missed Esteban, but Elena had insisted that he returned to her once he'd delivered the book with the satanic rites, and the priest had not objected. He'd asked Esteban why she had not come to the church herself, and her only excuse had been her total exhaustion.
«She might have somehow realised that there are dangers I should best face alone», the priest said to himself.
He opened the little black book and read the page that had been marked. He understood that Alicia had indeed sealed a deal with the Evil One to give him her daughter. But he also understood why Elena had chosen to stay away, not just from the temple, but in fact, from him: she'd discovered the evil, the dark being that was roaming inside him.
«I cannot reproach that woman in any way. Least of all, that she wishes to stay prudently away from myself. There are plenty of good reasons to do so».
After studying the book for hours, Father Salas realised what he was facing. He now knew what he had to do, how to save the souls of Carlos and Laura. The satanic manual and the wise advise of Father Gabriele had finally shown him the path to follow.
He knelt in front of the altar and recited several prayers to prepare himself for the hard task ahead. He knew he was about to commit true sacrilege, that he was going to expose himself like he'd never done before, and he hoped God would understand his actions and forgive the insubordinate attitude of his servant. He trusted His endless goodness and he left his future in the hands of His supreme will.
He didn't take off the chasuble, but he did remove the stole from his shoulders, and he carefully placed the Saint Benedict medal on the floor. He lifted his eyes to the crucified Christ that presided over the church and he silently recited a last psalm. After that, his face changed completely and his expression became hard.
"Baal, I summon thee!" Salas shouted at the top of his lungs.
He waited in deep silence. He knew it wasn't likely that the Evil One, his acolytes and their various forms dared to manifest themselves in the house of the Lord. To try and make things easier, he walked away from the altar and stood in the middle of the aisle between the wooden benches for the parishioners.
"Baal, I summon thee!" he exclaimed again.
This time he only had to wait for a few seconds. And then, millions of flies burst through the temple's back windows and thundered in. The swarm gathered right in front of the priest, in a dark, buzzing mass. Slowly, that mass changed, and became more defined before the Mexican priest's terrified eyes. And then, what seconds earlier had been millions of flies huddling together became an immense beast with several heads, wings and dozens of horrendous limbs.
"What do you want, human?" asked the beast with a deafening, guttural voice that made the walls of the church tremble.
"You already know what I have summoned you for" mused Father Salas in a trance.
The beast moved one of its heads until it was right in front of the priest's face. It looked like a ram's head with the jaws of a wild cat. Its fetid, acid smell was slowly burning the Mexican's larynx and lungs.
"Are you sure of your offering?" asked the fiend, showing unexpected consideration towards him.
"Absolutely," Salas whispered.
"In that case, I will do as you wish."
Tiny black snakes sprung from the fiend's limbs and soon they were crawling all over the priest's body. They rushed to his eyes and mouth, and then unceremoniously entered Father Salas's body, who for a few seconds could feel
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