I need this right now. Not a lot of things are going right in my life…Really all faults are my own i’ve let things get out of control. I need to fix them but I need this book for myself. To prove to myself the things that I once loved so much about myself are still here.
The world outside this small antiquated church is silent. The leaves are still, the cicadas have suddenly stopped singing,and there’s a dread lurking in the air.
Inside theres a priest. He stands at the front of the aisle and fiddles with a coin. At a closer glance it’s an AA chip, he slowly paces back and forth while the chip moves between his fingers. After 11 years of sobriety the thought of breaking it crosses his mind. Its funny how addictions work like that. The wrong stressor could send you reeling off, throwing away 11 years of hard work. Only one drink and suddenly his blood, sweat, and tears meant nothing.
A gust of wind sends the giant wooden doors flying open. The wind picks up the dirt and dust off the floor creating a cloud of debris that makes the priest choke. The stained glass windows shatter and crumble to the floor creating a mesmerizing array of colors. He’s momentarily blinded creating more tension and stress throughout his already weakened body.
“Good Evening Father.” a strong voice echoes through the church, a shadowy figure emerges from the cloud of debris that is beginning to settle on the cold hard floor of the church, “Did you find them?”
The priests fear begins to radiate throughout the building. He squeezes his eyes shut almost as if praying to whatever god he currently believed in as he faced evil itself.
“Y-yes.” he says stuttering like he used to when he was a small child, “t-t-they’re in Texas.”
The stranger raises his eyebrows, a smirk grows on his face, “I can smell you from here Father Nicholas, why are you so afraid?”
Father Nicholas looks at the stranger. He has yet to make legitimate eye contact, his brown eyes have been darting back and forth between each exit as he contemplates a daring escape. He knows his fate. Things like Damien were created on this earth for one reason…to spew chaos and destruction. Father Nicholas knew this even before becoming indebted to Damien.
He remembered learning about Damiens kind on his trip to the vatican where he earned his priesthood. They were regarded as soldiers of the dark. Created by witches in moments of despair these soldiers of the dark were almost demons-they were humans cursed in sin who were granted immortality as long as they devoted themselves to the dark lord.
“afraid?” Damien finishes Father Nicholas sentence for him as he starts walking up the aisle.
Father Nicholas finally looks at Damien. His broad stature was threatening and the scar running down the side of his face spoke testaments to his past. Father Nicholas stood at least a foot shorter than Damien, Damien’s deep African accent bellowed through the church at decibels unbeknownst to Father Nicholas as their only other previous encounter had been through a curvy fairy that Father Nicholas accidentally picked up at a rest top while driving through Nevada.
Father Nicholas had heard of Damien through a network of hunters in the midwest region. Theory had been that Damien was on the search for the end of the world, what that meant necessarily no one knew but his gang of creatures bred by the night were known for their callous behavior there were numerous accounts of them torturing anything and anyone for information regarding the christian apocalypse.
“Where in Texas did you find them?” Damien asked.
“A-a-a small town in south t-t-texas called Modos.” Father Nicholas begins to cry. He brings his hands to prayer, quietly reciting a verse from the bible. He knew once Damien had the information he needed…Damien would kill him.
Beads of sweat had begun to run down Father Nicholas’ face. Sweat had collected at the hairline of his salt and pepper hair, and on the small of his back. His white button up was already drenched the Georgia summer had taken a lot from Father Nicholas tonight, the temperature refused to drop bellow 96°, and stress had begun to take its toll.
“tsk tsk Father, why are you so afraid of a black man? Not racist are we?” Damien said creating a banter that Father Nicholas was uncomfortable with. Damien knew he was going to kill him but what was the fun in doing it right away. He was like an Orca playing with a seal, tossing it up into the air before devouring it in a bloody massacre, “I’m not gonna kill you Nicholas, think of this mate, as a pardon.”
Father Nicholas’ eyes flew wide open and the praying stopped. Was Damien telling the truth? Did his humanity really still lie beneath those still eyes?
“Go ahead Father,” Damien said stepping in between the pews leaving the aisle clear for Father Nicholas to make his grand exit, “Let your friends know just how kind I was to you.”
Father Nicholas stumbles down a few steps onto the aisle. He flies into a sprint down the aisle. His eyes focus on the moon light entering the open doors, god had answered his prayers he thought. He felt the blood pumping through his veins as his feet pushed him through the church.
He felt a cold rush through his body as he passed Damien. He turned and look at Damien, the two of them were but 6 inches apart. Damiens grey eyes pierced Father Nicholas heart as they flashed entirely black, causing Father Nicholas to go perfectly still.
Father Nicholas falls to the ground and erupts into small pieces. Damien smirks again looking at his victims deceased body on the floor. He kicks the stone around with his feet as he sighs with happiness. It had been 8 years since he had turned someone to stone, he had recently found more joy in torturing his victims than a quick death.
Sometimes the forgotten bits of his human soul lurked around in his body causing him to feel brief stints of guilt but not enough to deter him from his mission. To find Elisabeth and make her remember. Sometimes he thought about giving up, on the night of their anniversary the objective seemed like a lost cause. It would come around each year causing strife in Damien’s life. He had gained no traction nor information for 56 years, but after 56 years of murder, torture, and possession Damien could finally breathe a sigh of relief.
picturing a lil michael b jordan as Damien