The priest's veined hand shook as he clutched the silver cross hanging by his neck. "In Your Holy name oh Lord, we pray for the deliverance of the soul of Angela Salvatore!" Despite its steadiness, his voice was evidently laced with fear as the words he knew by heart rolled off his tongue in a single breath.
A rumble came from the throat of the young girl standing barefoot in the dark hallway in answer, stretching her neck and rolling her shoulders.
"We beg you through the intercession of the Archangels Michael, Raphael, and Gabriel-" The girl bared her teeth, the rumbling growing louder like the warning of an animal. "-for the salvation of our sister who is enslaved by evil! All Saints in Heaven, please come to our aid!"
An ear-splitting cry left her mouth before the priest could even finish, her sunken face contorting into an ugly expression of hatred and resentment, her small hands pulling at her dirty hair. The sound felt like claws to their ears, making them flinch. The Mister and Missus huddled a few feet to the girl's right, shivering,their faces like a frightened deer as tears rolled down their oily faces.
But as if nothing had happened, the girl then laughed, her cackles seemingly exploding in the confined space. Her body stretched backward to a slight arch, her face turned to the ceiling, her hands extended to the sides.
Her posture then straightened like a recoiling spring. "There is nothing you can do priest! She's mine!" she spat before lunging at the old man.
In a swift motion, the deacon threw his well-built body in her way, his strong arms coming around her frail physique. The girl dug her jagged nails into his skin as she screamed and flailed in an attempt to break free of his hold. The scratches she made were deep and blood trickled down the boy's forearms and cheeks, staining his sweat-covered clothes a deep red.
In a short moment of stillness the young girl caught Adelaide's gaze and smirked.
Her dark eyes widened in shock as she felt a subtle spark ignite at the back of her mind like two ends of an electric line had been joined in an open circuit. The demons in the girl's mind then screamed in a screeching chorus, bustling with a sort of agitation and excitement. Her mind quickly clouded at the overlapping scattered tones of voices.
Let us out! Let us out! Fucking girl let us out!
Master! MASTER!
Let us out!
Let us out you fucking human!
FUCK YOU! Useless girl!
You are weak! Pathetic! WORTHLESS!
Master! Master!
FUCKING WORTHLESS HUMAN!
LET US OUT!
The sudden chaos in her head drowned out the surrounding noise and she dropped to the floor on her knees with her hands pressing hard on the sides of her skull.
Something was different - wrong. She felt it as strongly as the pain in her head. A part of her told her to run, to get away from the possessed girl or else darkness would consume her. But she had done this many times, she argued with herself, she wasn't weak. She was strong - stronger than the evil that resided within her. If there was anybody who could defeat the higher demon inside the Salvatore girl, it's her. She was the Vessel. God gave her the power over them. She would never lose.
"Vade retro satana." Step back, Satan, she managed to say under her breath as she forced the voices to the back of her thoughts.
The young girl shrieked at the words, making the deacon still holding her cringe in pain.
Adelaide looked up from the floor and met eyes of nothing but blackness. "By the power granted by God to His Archangels, I, who by the will of the Most Holy, am the Vessel despite my unworthiness, commands you to leave the body of Angela Salvatore!"
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Horror"It is from sin that we were cursed, and from repentance that we were made." --xx-- Adelaide comes from a family of exorcists who has the unusual ability to use their own bodies as temporary vessels to contain demons prior to their banishment back t...
