Lost To The Devil

Chapter 14: Moving on

The demon laughed, screamed, growled, yelled abuse and blasphemy and at one point spat in Father Thomas face. I could feel the demon growing weaker like he was being battered from another force. I realised it must be God after all and not just the priests and I shouted out for help from all the angels. I had always believed in spiritual stuff and remembered reading that you could ask angels for help too, that you had free will so they couldn’t help unless you asked first, so that's what I did.

One minute the demon was fighting and yelling and the next we flung back down on the bed and I was suddenly seeing his memories. He had huge gold wings like in my dream and was even more beautiful than in my dreams that it almost hurt to look upon him, but he wasn't evil in this memory, he was pure and kind and in a place filled with only love and peace I realised it was heaven. He had been an angel and through his memories I saw the archangel Michael and satan himself before he fell. They were all so beautiful but where the demon was pure in this memory satan had a darkness within him even then, it was small but each day it grew and grew until eventually a war started in heaven.

Satan had gathered angels including this one with promises of freedom and to live on the earth with no master. The angels fell for his lies so naive they were and eventually fell from grace, I could hear the cries and screams of pain as they fell and were ripped of Gods love when they were banished to what we call hell. I could feel the demons pain as though it were mine, his heart was broken he cried inside for centuries, they all did but they daren't show anything outside for satan would condemn them to horrific torture for he was now their leader and he was consumed by darkness.

Eventually the demons became accustomed to this new existence and forgot about God and love to cope with their new tasks of horror and torment. But there was always this pain in the demons heart and I knew without a doubt he would give anything to be back in Gods grace for he still loved and adored him perhaps even more so now for he knew how easy he had it back then, but I also knew he would never ask for forgiveness none of them would for they were too terrified of satan’s wrath.

Suddenly the vision was gone and I felt a tremendous amount of pain throughout my body as I saw and I mean literally saw archangel Michael looking just how he did in the demons vision as he stood by my side waiting for the priests next words, “tell me your name demon!” They both shouted. He screamed in pure agony and rage, “Belial! My name is Belial!” With that I watched as archangel Michael ripped Belial from my body and both vanished into thin air.

I cried hysterically from exhaustion and pain but mostly I cried for Belial and all those demons. He didn't look horrific like the movies he looked beautiful like in my dreams and the memory, they all did and somehow I found that more scary the thought something so beautiful could be so cruel it didn't seem right.

I cried and cried for him as the priests sent mum in who held me tightly. I didn't feel bad crying for the demon who had caused us so much despair for when I saw archangel Michael I saw in his eyes how much he still loved his own brother and how it pained him to have to throw him back into hell.

A month had past since the exorcism and my bruises and injuries had all finally healed. The demon Belial was really gone. We were packing everything up for the new place we would be moving into, I made sure to do research on the place first this time and when we moved in mum would be going back to work and I would be starting my new job as a receptionist, it wasn't great but it was a start to moving forward.

Shadow loved me again, no more hissing or hiding from me just cuddles and catching up on lost time between us. I was closer to God and the angels more than ever these days and though what happened to me was horrific I knew my heart would always break for those demons, for I knew that the holy water didn't burn because they were evil it was because the demons couldn't stand the touch of something blessed with Gods love and goodness because it was a constant reminder of what they lost and never again will they have the chance to feel his grace and that...was their own hell.

The end