"Please forgive me father"
Heather had grown up in a good christian family. She went to church every Sunday and clung to her purity ring like it was God himself. She of course thought boys were attractive and one day she wanted to marry a man one day. Her religious background did not help on the day she got possessed. It was like any other day she woke up did her morning prayer and her devotional. After breakfast is when she started to feel it. She would randomly throw something across the room, she would momentarily lose control of a body part, Heather would randomly black out and wake up in odd locations on her parent's property. She knew something was off.
It wasn't until later in the day her parents started to piece together their daughter's strange behavior. By then Heather was in the deepest levels of possession. As Mrs. Smith walked by Heather's room she heard chanting,
"Grando autem Satanas,
Surget vero perderent omnes Satanae.
Tantum superstes in mundi"
This was all Heather could say for the remainder of time before her parents called Father Burromuerto. Heather had only gotten worse since her chanting began. Father Burromuerto arrived a day later. By then Heather had not eaten or drank anything. Her lips were chapped her hair was a knotted mess, her white nightgown was tattered and shredded at the bottom. She looked flushed and pale, her sweat glistening. Not only was her hair knotted, but it was a greasy mess. Her eyes, oh her eyes alone were enough to terrify anyone. Normally her eyes were a stormy grey, he could only gather information from the family portraits, were now cloudy but somehow they seemed translucent at the same time. Father Burromuerto had never seen a possession of this kind. This was the highest level of possession that he had ever seen. Of course, not the highest to be recorded. There was one account of a demonic possession that apparently Lucifer himself had possessed this woman from Idaho. Any matter Alejandro had to exorcise this demon.
Alejandro had spoke to Mr and Mrs Smith. They had the same story as another possession he had read about. This sounded like the work of Asmodeus He was a wicked demon of lust. His origins were not quite clear. All we could really gather that he was old and he easily evolved to fit the current times. Asmodeus was crafty, he quickly found chinks in even the strongest of armors. Heather apparently was a devout Christian and followed God with every fibre of her being. Even the best can be taken. It was his duty to weed out the demon. Father Burromuerto made his way to the teen's bedroom. As he approached all he could here was
"Grando autem Satanas,
Surget vero perderent omnes Satanae.
Tantum superstes in mundi"
The Father knew many languages Latin being one of them., but translation was very difficult. He only picked up bits and pieces. He heard,
"Destroy you all"
He hadn't heard the beginning nor the end, but that was enough. Father Burromuerto entered the room. The demon payed him no attention, but continued to chant. The Father set his rosary and bible that he had been carrying down on her bedside table. It was only when he started praying when the demon took notice to him. The demon spoke in fluent latin,
"Et claude ostium, sordida stultus insolenter.
Deus nunc salvet te in meo regno esses"
Father Burromuerto looked at the demon. That he understood perfectly. However, the Father continued. He knew he needed to expel this demon as quickly as possible. He started reciting an ancient prayer,
"Domine miserere
christe eleison
Domine miserere
Christus pro nobis
Deus, qui in caelis est
Fili redemptor mundi
Omnes sancti Angeli et Archangeli,
Omnes sancti beatorum Spirituum ordines,
Ab omni malo, libera nos, Domine 0.
Ab omni peccato,
Ab ira tua,
A subitanea et improvisa morte,
Ab insidiis diaboli,
Ab ira et odio et omni mala voluntate,
Ab omni fornicatione,
A fulgure et tempestate,
A flagello terraemotus,
Peste, fame et bello,
De morte aeterna,
Per mysterium sanctae incarnationis tuae,
Per adventum tuum,
Per nativitatem tuam,
Per baptismum et sanctum ieiunium tuum,
Per crucem et passionem tuam,
Per mortem et sepulturam tuam,
Per sanctam resurrectionem tuam,
Per adventum Spiritus Sancti,
Spiritus Paraclitus,
Et erit in die judicii"
This prayer was continued over and over again. It had been hours. Abaddon was a strong demon. It seemed like he was very deeply rooted into poor Heather. Her body had been convulsing. This is where he knew he couldn't give up. Convulsions always meant that the entity was leaving the body. He made these prayers the strongest he could. Suddenly there was a great plume of black smoke hurtling out of every facial orifice on Heather's body. Then there was silence. Father Burromuerto sighed. Heather had gotten color back. She sat up and looked around.
"What happened to me Father?"
"You had been possessed"
"Forgive me Father for I have sinned"