"Why, Father? Why are they
doing this?"
“We don't know. They are not of our
realm, Slate. Demons? Poltergeist? No one knows what they are or where they
come from. The possibilities are endless but the church’s view is clear; they
are straight from hell. We don't worry so much about the whys anymore, we focus more on how to stop them."
"But how can we fight them if
we don't know what or who they are?"
"Slate, the only way we have
found that works is exorcisms. It takes two to three priests to do these long
rituals, depending on how strong the entity is. Exorcising takes great strength and
time; it is not a winning war tactic."
"But you really don't know who
or what they are? Has anyone ever tried to spy on them? Blend
in with them?"
"We can't get close to them
because we can't see them, touch them, smell them, or even hear them, unless
they want us to. They move about day or night; they can pop up anywhere with no
notice, in the people you love, in your favorite pet. They have no weaknesses,
no limitations. Their options of attack have no boundary, they have no natural
enemies. They are primeval and carry the wisdom of a greater power. We just
don't know how to blend in, or if it’s even possible.”
Slate stood up and slammed his hand
into his fist. "How do you expect me to fight these things? You say we
need to stay and fight but what I really hear you saying is we need to sit like
lambs and wait to be slaughtered. What is your game plan? What do you want me
to do?" He could feel his face
getting warm as he started to pace in front of the fire.
"We can fight them, Slate, if
we kill whoever they are in. They cannot escape once the heart stops. They will
die with the person they inhabit. I guess you can compare them to parasites. If
the host dies, the parasite living off of it dies too."
Slate stopped pacing and sat down.
"Do you want me to guess who might be possessed around me at any given
time and kill them?”
Excerpt Chapter 6
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