The Dark Sacrament by David Kiely Read Free Book Online

floor itself. “We’ll kill her first!”
    Then the voice took on the cadence of a schoolyard bully’s—malicious, singsong, mocking.
    â€œWe tried her before with her blades and pills, blades and pills, blades-and-pills––”
    â€œI command you in the name of Jesus Christ, release your name!”
    The face took on a haughty look. The sneer was back again, but there was another personality, another consciousness, behind it.
    â€œI am Uncle Seth,” a masculine voice announced. “Lover of the little ones. Robber of the little souls. Killer of the Innocents.”
    The words had a robotic timbre, slowed and slurred, like an old gramophone winding down. On the last syllable, the young woman’s hands flew to her throat. They began to squeeze. She was choking; her face was turning blue. The canon’s assistants rushed to break the grip of those hands—and found they could not.
    Heather Mitchelson was throttling herself to death.
    â€œPlease,” Joe cried, “can’t somebody do something?”
    But the canon stilled him with a gesture. He had cautioned Joe not to speak unless spoken to. In the meantime, the assistants were winning. It was not the first time they had had to contend with a display of unnatural strength by the possessed. After a struggle, they pried Heather’s hands away and pinioned her arms behind her back. She would do no more mischief—not to herself, not to anybody.
    â€œI command you in the name of Jesus to depart from this woman,” the canon urged in a mighty voice. It surprised Joe with its volume and intensity. “I have bound you and stripped you of your power to resist––”
    Heather’s head began to weave from side to side again.
    â€œWe take them in the dark…always in the dark…in the depths of the dark. We walk for the Master in the dark.”
    The voice was faltering under the authority of the canon’s. The demoniac’s neck slackened and her head fell to one side. As was the case from the beginning, the eyes remained wide open and unblinking.
    â€œYou will go quietly, and you will hurt no one as you leave!” the canon ordered.
    â€œNo! Please, don’t send us to him. ” The voice was that of a pleading child. “We cannot go to him…. Please, not to the cold place. We need the warm…the bodies of the warm…to live in the blood of the bodies of the warm.”
    The voice began to chant with a breathless urgency: “…of the warm, of the warm…to do for the Master in the bodies of the blood of the warm—”
    â€œGo now to that place that the Lord Jesus Christ has appointed for you!”
    â€œâ€¦to kill with the hands of the bodies of the warm…to rage in the sweat in the blood in the warm—”
    â€œThere you will remain until he releases you!” the canon thundered.
    â€œâ€¦to see through the eyes of the bodies of the warm…to live in the dark in the blood of bodies…warm…”
    The voice was becoming weak and hesitant. The canon was certain that the final expulsion was near. He spoke with renewed vigor and authority.
    â€œIn the name of Jesus Christ, go now to that place that the Lord has appointed for you. In the name of Jesus Christ I command you!”
    â€œWarm…please, we need the warm. Please!”
    The assistants relaxed their grip. Heather fell back onto the floor with closed eyes. She had fainted.
    The canon’s voice continued to rise in volume as the demon’s grip weakened. “Go now to that place that the Lord Jesus Christ has appointed for you and there you will remain until he releases you!”
    Something extraordinary happened at that moment. A dramatic change occurred, but it was invisible to all in that room. Joe reports a “lifting.” A presence had departed.
    The young woman opened her eyes and looked about her, plainly disoriented.
    â€œWhat am I