Priest 2 motioned for Priest 3 to take his place at the head of the bed.
Priest 3 took his place, leaned over, rosary dangling, eyes focused. He started to pray silently to himself.
Priest 2 took out a cup full of holy water and poured the liquid over his hands. The water splashed onto the floor and mixed with the dirt–making a holy mud. The sounds of splashing echoed off into the cave, as Priest 2 made the sign of the cross on the man’s forehead with this mud.
The man on the bed woke up with a rush, eyelids opening with such force that they almost disappeared. The thousand demons came alive–“We are legion! Who dares disturb us?”–they screamed.
Priest 2 scooped up more holy mud and grabbed the man’s left hand. The priest made the sign of the cross with the mud on top of the man’s hand, and did the same with the other.
The thousand demons cried out again–“We are legion! Who dares disturb us? –and then they used the man’s body as their own personal unholy vehicle. The man started to bounce up and down, the holy chains cutting into his flesh, searing him, ripping fresh wounds in the skin, as his eyes rolled back in his head.
Priest 2 was un-wavered by this demonic show of power, as he closed his eyes and prayed. When he opened them, the man on the bed was still bouncing; and it was clearly evident what he had to do, but for him this was no big deal. He, along with the other two priests, had been doing this for many centuries.
The thousand demons cried out again–“We are legion! Who dares disturb us?”. . . to be continued next Sunday at 6 A.M. Did you miss a post? Check out the Category “Tales from the Blog” in order to catch up. Have a great Sunday.