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to the world. She watched the silvery water run down her sore and
bruised body along with her tears that melted into the water unnoticed.
* * *
Kyle had trouble seeing out of his blackened eye as it quickly swelled
shutting out most of the light. The pain shot across his face and into the
back of his head with a constant throbbing and pounding. When he
arrived home, he wrapped a few ice cubes in a towel and placed it on the
bruised eye. He put a large bandage on his raw cheek and fell onto the
couch, closed his eyes and thought about the following Sunday. He
clearly knew what he was going to do - his conscience no longer
conflicted with his desires. His vision was clear.
Destiny - Chapter 22
The next meeting of the Daimon Seclorum was held the
following week and Kyle arrived late. When he descended into the
basement of the Magus' house, the room was half-filled unlike the Black
Mass he attended weeks earlier. The Magus was at the makeshift altar
waiting and Kyle took a seat in the front row next to the thin woman
with red hair who was with the Magus when they visited his apartment.
Her hair was not tied in a ponytail, but flowed down her back like a
shimmering red waterfall. She looked at him and smiled. He half-
smiled back not sure how to interpret her friendliness.
"Tonight my friends, we experience a monumental event, an
awakening to the power we seek, a new, more powerful path. Tonight
we will rejoice!" shouted the Magus.
The woman with the long red hair stood and walked around the
Magus. He handed her a robe folded to the size of a hardcover book.
"We have a new high priest...Hermes, lord of the darkness," he said.
The Magus went over to Kyle, lifted his arm, and turned him towards
the audience.
"With this robe, I grant thee the power, Hermes," he said. "Do you
accept?"
"Yeah...yeah, sure," Kyle said.
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"Then let it be so," the Magus replied.
"Let it be so," the audience repeated. "Let it be so."
The Magus went back to the altar, opened a silver box, and took out a
silver cup and two plastic hospital bags filled with blood.
"Tonight, we taste the blood of humans to celebrate our new leader,"
the Magus said.
The audience watched trance-like as the Magus poured the blood
from the plastic bags into the large silver cup and then lifted the chalice
over his head.
"To the new high priest of the Daimon Seclorum!" he yelled and
brought the cup to his lips.
He handed the cup to Kyle and Kyle tasted the blood in a similar
fashion. The group let out low sighs and bowed before Kyle. He smiled
back at the small gathering and then handed the cup back to the Magus.
He filled it again and then gave it to a round, plump woman sitting in
the first row. She sipped from the cup and handed it to a man sitting
next to her. When the cup returned to the Magus, he nodded to the
woman with the long red hair. She took Kyle by the hand and led him to
a tiny room behind the altar. They slide past a cloth curtain into the tiny
room, lit by red and black candles. A worn, green sofa sat against the
naked cinder blocked walls like a lazy, sleeping dog. The women untied
her robe and let it drop to the floor - revealing her body. Then she
undressed Kyle and led him to the couch. Kyle was careful not to let her
place him in a vulnerable position. When they began having sex, Kyle
maneuvered so that he would be on top. The woman didn't speak a
word - she only moaned. The old green sofa growled like an aggravated
dog under their weight and Kyle was oblivious the moldy odor that
puffed out of the dogged sofa.
When they emerged from the small room, the crowd applauded.
Kyle flinched as if a swarm of bats had attacked him. Then he smiled.
"That officially makes you our newest high priest, Hermes. You are
now one of us. Power to Hermes!" the Magus announced.
"Power to Hermes!" the group repeated, and then they bowed to
Kyle.
"This is unbelievable!" Kyle said.
"No it isn't. It is your destiny," the Magus said.
The Media - Chapter 23
Father Keith McDuffy knelt, made the sign of the cross, and went
to the pulpit to the left of the altar. He opened a large missal and read a
gospel from Saint John. His eyes were bloodshot and the bags under his
eyes were larger than normal. Holy Mary's Roman Catholic Church was
packed to capacity - the ushers had to patrol the aisles several times to
make sure there were no empty spaces in the pews taken up by
someone's purse or hat. Father McDuffy cleared his throat - the sound
echoed throughout the church's public address system like an explosive
noise. The parishioners fell silent.
"It seems rare that we have standing room only on such a warm,
beautiful day. But I know it is last week's events at the Methodist church
that has everyone concerned. I can assure you that God has not
abandoned us - those with strong faith and beliefs in the Almighty have
nothing to worry about. God has not forsaken you if you believe,"
Father McDuffy said.
A large part of the congregation moved uneasily in their seats. Many
stared stone-faced. Father McDuffy knew he wasn't getting through to
his followers.
"Lies! All lies!" a voice boomed from the rear of the church.
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A figure dressed in a red, flowing robe stood silhouetted by the
bright light as he held the rear doors open with both arms outstretched.
The congregation gasped in unison.
"Your god has forsaken you. I am the true leader of the true faith -
the faith of Satan. Satan's way is the true way. The gates of heaven are
closed," the dark figure said. "I am here to save you...to give you powers
you had never dreamed possible in this world - the powers of Satan, the
powers of yourselves to do what you want when you want to. We are
not humble slaves to your god. We are gods unto ourselves!"
Several women let out muffled screams. The dark figure moved
forward, his head covered in a black hood. Others dressed in black robes
followed the leader to the head of the altar. They too, wore hoods.
"You and your kind are not welcomed here," said Father McDuffy
shakily. "Leave now!"
"We don't need a welcome. We are the way and you're not," the [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]