Lost To The Devil

Chapter 9: The priest

The demon was so busy staring at everyone and everything going on around him, that he didn't notice the priest and ended up smacking into him so hard the priest was practically embracing the demon. “Whoa, careful there young lady,” the priest chuckled and released us.

Belial jumped and yelped, actually yelped and I almost chuckled to myself in all this madness. But then he looked straight up at the priest, into his eyes, hissed and shrank back as fast as possible. The priest frowned but was still smiling, “I'm sorry, I meant no offence dear.” I could see he would soon be on his way again but he might be my only chance now.

I mustered up as much strength as possible and again screamed for the demon to leave in the name of Jesus Christ, he ignored me and kept silently staring at the priest waiting for him to leave I realised. I kept repeating myself over and over with all my energy and soon enough while the priest asked if the demon was ok because he looked terrified, Belial could no longer ignore me and began screaming at the top of his voice for me to shut up, he grabbed both sides of his head fell to his knees and started tearing at his...well my hair and I cried out in pain though nobody could hear me only the demon as he tore at my hair and clawed at my face. Nearly everybody in the town centre had stopped to watch what was happening. The priest kneeled beside us, “Are you ok? What's happening, are you sick child?” The demon twisted his face up to the priest and hissed, “f**k off priest, I don't need your help.” The priest jumped back in horror as someone else next to us whispered, “did you see that? Her eyes turned black.” Belial suddenly got up from his knees and ran full blown out of the town and kept going until we were back home where he began to rage at me. “You f*****g slut, how dare you!” He shouted and ripped at my hair and bit along my arms. “You can't get me out anymore you stupid cunt! And that f*****g priest won't save you b***h no one believes in us.” The demon cackled and then headed toward the kitchen and grabbed a knife.

He stripped us until we were in just my underwear and then cut deep into the top of my leg, I screamed in pain and he laughed but then mum was suddenly back home and dropping her bag ran straight to the demon and wrestled the knife from his hands, he growled and it wasn't a human growl at all, mum backed away a bit and warily watched him as he stared back crouched down and ready to leap if she so much as moved. I caught my reflection in the oven and was terrified of my own face, I was snarling and hissing, my eyes were completely black, my hair was a complete mess and I looked like I could and would kill someone it was terrifying.

A few minutes must have passed when the doorbell rang and broke the tension. Belial knew who it was and racing past mum ran up the stairs and in to my bedroom. We heard mum answer the door to the priest. “Hello, I'm sorry to bother you but I saw your daughter in the town and thought I should come by to check that she was alright. She was quite hysterical and seemed determined to harm herself.” I heard mum say that I was ok and I fell into despair knowing she would turn him away, the demon smirked but then something happened that surprised us both. Mum broke down into tears and told the priest everything that had been happening, he came in and mum led them into the living room and shut the door so we didn't hear anymore of the conversation.

The demon fell asleep and when I woke up the next morning I was me again. I had started to notice that whenever he fell asleep he would lose control of my body and I would wake up as myself again.

The whispering was there as usual but it wasn't so loud that I had to cover my ears. I got out of bed and just missed being hit by one of my books that suddenly flew at where I had just been sitting and hit the wall instead.

The stereo turned on at full blast in mums room and books and DVDs flew at me in mine, the bed started to shake and one of my deodorants hit my back as I ran out of my room only to have the door slam behind me as I raced downstairs to where mum was at the kitchen table.

“Grace, go and turn that bloody stereo off.” She said her voice firm.

“It wasn't me mum, it was him and his throwing all my stuff around the bedroom.” I whimpered. Before she could answer I felt a slap and fell to the floor. I screamed as the demon hit me, kicking and biting, scratching and punching. I was pulled around the kitchen by an invisible force and I think it was when I was lifted off my feet and thrown onto the counter that mum finally lost whatever tiny bit of skepticism she had left.

The demon finally left me alone and I slumped back down to the floor and sobbed quietly. I could hear mum getting up from her chair and running to the house phone.