Entry 3-Legion
"Even the devil can quote the bible." Jake told me after demanding to be let into my world.
What can I say Jake? Most of the time even I don't want to live in my world.
Conchobar told me he felt like he was spilt in two.
I knew what he meant.
At least I know this thing on my wrist isn't evil. I have looked into the face of true evil and I felt humbled by its power. What was it like, to look the devil or maybe it was just one of his demons in his eyes?
Terrifying.
All this is just too deep for me-first I'm a goddess and now I'm fighting the devil?
Give me a break, I'm just a cop trying to grab a little bit of happiness.
Speaking of happiness-Conchobar-just thinking about him makes my toes curl in my shoes. To say he's a good lover.... Well, let's just say that's more information than I feel comfortable writing down.
As I say I don't think the WitchBlade is evil, as much as it's indifferent. They say it always deserts the wearer in her darkest hour...could it be when she is the darkest? So many times I wanted to cross the line and choose not to do it, could it be that eventually I could become a "willing vessel?"
"Cute little trick, Danny." I told him when he appeared a moment ago. I was referring to Friar Bellamy's visitation from beyond the grave.
Father Bellamy. The leading expert on demonic possession in New York City--notice they didn't say the northeast, or America?
"What does that mean, Danny?" I ask to thin air. Why does he always leave right when I need to ask him a question?
Does it mean that evil is rampart? Does there need to be balance between the two? I don't know and those questions are just too deep for this simple cop.
I want to be good; I want to make my father proud of me.
Oh, there I go again-too deep; too deep warning my brain's going to explode!
All I know is I'm going to be praying that old prayer dad used to make me say before bed each night, how did it go?
"Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John bless the bed I lie upon. If I die before I wake I pray the lord my soul to take." My dad would hold me every night he didn't have to work and we would say it together, he would always say to imagine the angels and saints protecting me at night as I slept.
I don't think I felt safe because of angels and saints, I felt safe because my father was holding me.
Besides, if the visions are to believed this thing made Saint Joan the warrior she was-not god. And I'd rather not go there.
I have to chuckle about Jake. The rookie demanding me to let him in let him be a part of the action. I have to admit that he did come up with the important clue, the clue that helped me piece everything together. Even if he didn't know the final outcome, he helped.
Conchobar should be here in a few moments....
"Even the devil can quote the bible." Jake told me after demanding to be let into my world.
What can I say Jake? Most of the time even I don't want to live in my world.
Conchobar told me he felt like he was spilt in two.
I knew what he meant.
At least I know this thing on my wrist isn't evil. I have looked into the face of true evil and I felt humbled by its power. What was it like, to look the devil or maybe it was just one of his demons in his eyes?
Terrifying.
All this is just too deep for me-first I'm a goddess and now I'm fighting the devil?
Give me a break, I'm just a cop trying to grab a little bit of happiness.
Speaking of happiness-Conchobar-just thinking about him makes my toes curl in my shoes. To say he's a good lover.... Well, let's just say that's more information than I feel comfortable writing down.
As I say I don't think the WitchBlade is evil, as much as it's indifferent. They say it always deserts the wearer in her darkest hour...could it be when she is the darkest? So many times I wanted to cross the line and choose not to do it, could it be that eventually I could become a "willing vessel?"
"Cute little trick, Danny." I told him when he appeared a moment ago. I was referring to Friar Bellamy's visitation from beyond the grave.
Father Bellamy. The leading expert on demonic possession in New York City--notice they didn't say the northeast, or America?
"What does that mean, Danny?" I ask to thin air. Why does he always leave right when I need to ask him a question?
Does it mean that evil is rampart? Does there need to be balance between the two? I don't know and those questions are just too deep for this simple cop.
I want to be good; I want to make my father proud of me.
Oh, there I go again-too deep; too deep warning my brain's going to explode!
All I know is I'm going to be praying that old prayer dad used to make me say before bed each night, how did it go?
"Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John bless the bed I lie upon. If I die before I wake I pray the lord my soul to take." My dad would hold me every night he didn't have to work and we would say it together, he would always say to imagine the angels and saints protecting me at night as I slept.
I don't think I felt safe because of angels and saints, I felt safe because my father was holding me.
Besides, if the visions are to believed this thing made Saint Joan the warrior she was-not god. And I'd rather not go there.
I have to chuckle about Jake. The rookie demanding me to let him in let him be a part of the action. I have to admit that he did come up with the important clue, the clue that helped me piece everything together. Even if he didn't know the final outcome, he helped.
Conchobar should be here in a few moments....