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An old Priest bravely came forward despite his trembling knees, holding up his crucifix in hopes of warding off the Demons

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An old Priest bravely came forward despite his trembling knees, holding up his crucifix in hopes of warding off the Demons.

“Sáncte Michael Archángele, defénde nos in proélio,…”

The enemies fell silent, looking at each other, confused of what’s going on. The priest took this as an opportunity to keep praying.

“Cóntra neqúitiam et insídias diáboli - ”

One by one, the enemies started laughing at his words, clearly not affected by his prayer.

With sweat running cold and courage slowly diminishing, the poor old Priest went on, “… ésto p - p - præsídium. Ímperet ílli Déus - ”

One of the Demons came forward and mockingly uttered the prayer with the frightened Priest. “… SÚPPLICES DEPRECÁMUR: TUQUE, PRÍNCEPS MILÍTIÆ CÆLÉSTIS -

“… SÁTANAM!” The Demons finished for him as they laughed and insulted.

The poor old Priest was about to lose all hope when, all of a sudden, the enemies abruptly stopped laughing. Little by little, the smiles on their horrendous faces vanished, to be replaced by expressions of either pain or depression.

Then, all of them stopped moving, frozen and rooted to the ground. This gave the Priest enough motivation to keep on praying.

“… súpplices deprecámur: tuque, prínceps milítiæ cæléstis, Sátanam aliósque spíritus malígnos,” The Priest prayed with renewed courage as the Demons seemingly cowered before him and his crucifix. “… qui ad perditiónem animárum pervagántur in múndo, divína virtúte, in inférnum detrúde.”

“Ámen!”

The people of the church looked behind them upon hearing the loud voice of an old woman who just finished the prayer. And when they saw three old nuns, one bearing a pail of water, and the other two wielding procession crosses, they couldn’t help but chuckle and be worried at them at the same time.

“WWWAAAHHH!” Their leader, the one bearing the pail, howled like a warrior and charged straight at the Demons, almost tackling the old Priest on the way. She doused the nearby enemies with that suspicious water, and lo and behold, the fiends actually shrieked in pain as their hideous skin melted!

It was holy water!

“HHHOOOAAAHHH!” The other two nuns bearing the crosses then charged at the enemies, driving the pointed bejeweled things through the Demons’ heart and successfully killing them.

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