The worn man looked down on his son writhing on the ground in utter agony. The boy kicked and screamed rising dust from the ground around his body - a dirty storm rose up that made it hard for the man to see his son. His boy, a young boy who just years before had been playful, smiley and curious as boys that age ought to be, had something ahold of him. The demon inside threw out noises uncharacteristic to this world - screeches and shrieks from the bowels of darkness. Long-held bawls in a pitch no man could reach. It said things foreign but recognizably evil.
The bearded man finally appeared to the boy and his father. "Teacher" the father said, "I beg you, look at my son. He is my only child."
The man watched as the 'spirit seized the boy. He screamed suddenly and it took him, convulsing him until he foamed at the mouth. It released him only with difficulty, after wearing him out.'
"I begged them to cast it out but they failed," he said.
"Bring him here, faithless one," the man said. "How long will I be here, enduring you?" he added. He walked toward the boy who was now exhaustedly laying dirty on the ground, breathing quick heavy breaths. As the man approached he was thrown down by the demon in a convulsion. He nearly bounced from the ground to rise again standing as if he had never touched it at all. He named the spirit and called to him loudly. He told him he would be cast out. The spirit laughed and replied in a way that caused the mans eyes to narrow and his teeth to gnash. He ordered him to leave and in a flurry of latin sayings, the boy went limp. He was free of the demon for now, exhausted but free. The boy's eyes came to life as his father ran to him crying. He held him up as a tribute to the bearded man.
Friday, May 29, 2009
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I really like this one...very powerful...nice work.
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