Forever In My Nightmares (Darkiplier)

Exorcism

I sigh as we sit and discuss an exorcism with Father James. The old man held a bible and his blue eyes sparkled as he stared at me.

Am I scared to do this? Yes.

"Could it be dangerous, Father?" I ask as we sit in his office, Jack gripping my hand tightly in reassurance. He nods slowly. 

"It very well might be. However, we will have to look at this entity you call Dark. I'm just going to warn you now, son. Once the exorcism is started. We can't stop. No matter how long it takes, we can't stop." Father James warned us. I sighed and let out a worried breath.

"Okay. I'm willing to do whatever it takes Father. I just want to rid myself of him." I said.

"Isn' there a way we can make this safer fer tha poor lad?" Jack asked Father James quietly. Father sighed and shook his head, his eyes glazed with sympathy as he responded.

"This is about as safe as it's going to get." He replied. I sigh and thank him, setting a reminder that the exorcism is tonight.

As Jack and I leave the church, he looks over at me in reassurance.

"Yer goin' to be fine, lad. I promise." He says, draping his arm around me. It was a kind gesture - firm and brotherly - and I felt calm for once as he led me to the car.

Over the course of the past month, a lot has happened.

I've completely dropped my therapy. Jack finally decided that it wasn't really my thoughts that were driving me crazy. It was Dark. He finally believed that it was Dark messing with my mind, actions, and sleep schedule. So he dropped me from therapy. You can believe I was happy about that.

Another thing, I've been spending every night locked in my recording room. As said, I was also put in a straightjacket by Jack every night. Jack reported that Dark would wake up at night and struggle for hours trying to get out of the jacket. He would scream profanities and yell at Jack through the door, he would bang his head against the locked door and he would kick at it. He really hated us for a long time, more than he already did (if that was even possible).

It took him nearly the full month to convince me of the exorcism. I was not excited about it in any way. I mean, would you be happy if you had a separate entity being pulled - by force, might I add - from your body?

Can you imagine how painful that would be? I don't know and I don't want to find out; unfortunately, now I have to. It's either this, or live in total misery for the rest of my life.

I'm not willing to go with the latter.

So as we loaded up in my car and drove from the church, I had only two things on my mind:

That this was going to be undoubtedly helpful, but I was still insane for agreeing.

I was so worried about what would happen to me.

I would be in terrible pain when it happened. It would literally feel as if I were being torn apart. On top of that, I could actually die if the exorcism was performed wrong. If we all of a sudden stopped in the middle, Dark would completely take over and I would never get back control. So many things could go horribly wrong. However, it was a risk I was willing to take just to be free of him.

Yet, he would forever be in my nightmares.

•••

"Welcome, Father." I greeted Father James as he stepped up and I immediately felt hate in my heart for him. However, these were not my feelings. They were Darks. Yet, I still couldn't hold back am angry growl as he stepped into my living room.

"Ah, he's already here with you. I don't have to wake him." Father smiled as Jack sat me down in a chair. He didn't strap me down, and that kind of worried me. Before I had known what was going on, Father began to pray for me and for the demon inside.

It was just like when Dark had attacked Anti. My body went numb and I lost all feeling, but I still saw everything and felt everything the way Dark did. I felt his anger, his hatred, his will to kill. I never thought I would feel something that intense.

I wanted to tear Father James spine from his throat and watch the blood run down my hands. I wanted to drive a knife through his heart. I wanted to tear his skull open. I ignored these wants, but only because they weren't mine.

"... And though I walk in the shadow in the valley of death, I will fear no evil, for the lord is my savior." And with those words, I felt Dark go into a conniption fit. He did not like this at all.

"Show your face, evil spirit! Do not hide your sins from the name of God!" Father told Dark firmly as he finally came to the surface and I heard a demonic growl.

"You are not welcome here, evil spirit! You must flee this place, for this is a house and a man of the lord!" Father stated firmly and all of a sudden, I felt as if a bullet had went through my head. I wanted to grip my head and groan in agony, but Dark refused to show our pain as he let out a low growl.

This wasn't having much affect. It was barely breaking him. It was only angering further, which added to my pain. Every single part of my body seared in pain. I felt as if someone were taking hot wire to the inside and outside of my body. I wished I would just pass out so I didn't have to feel this.

"Flee, and don't come back! Your kind is not welcome in this house. This man is made of God and he shall walk in the light with the lord Jesus himself while you shall take the time to burn in eternal hell!" Father said.

I felt someone put their hands on Darks shoulders and hold him down, saying a silent prayer as his shoulders burned in blazing agony.

I wished he would stop. I tried to scream. I wanted to pass out from the pain in my head. I wanted to warn him that I was going to die.

Finally, the pain grew more intense and even Dark screamed. I felt like I was being torn apart from inside out. My heartbeat seemed to stop as I fell limp and my whole body felt tingly now.

"Ma-" Jack whispered, cut off by Father James raising his hand to warn him that I may not be rid of Dark yet. I lay completely still, staring off into outer space. My head still pounded and my body still ached. Then I felt feeling come back to my body and I slowly sat up, stretching.

"How do you feel?" Father James asked me and I stared blankly before smiling.

"I have a pounding headache and my body feels as if I've just been ripped in half, but I feel lighter. My mental state is happier than it was before the exorcism. I'm free of him." I smiled widely.

I felt my heart soar with happiness and before I knew it, tears were pouring down my face as I hugged Jack and sobbed tears of joy into his shoulder. He just held onto me tightly, grinning from ear to ear.

"You've been so strong. You've done it. You're alright." He whispered.

"He's gone," I mutter happily, "he's gone." 

"Well, thank you, Mark. It was quite an experience helping you. Surprisingly, he wasn't that hard to break. A strong demon he was, just weakened. You be careful, dear boy." Father James gave me a hug. He turned quietly and walked out the door, leaving me and Jack hugging in my living room and tears streaming down my face.