Hey!
Phantompages here.
First, I’ll start with an apology to everyone. I should have talked about the handover of the blog HERE. Many didn’t know about my giving this blog to Eddie. Got tired of people complimenting me, thinking the recent posts were my write ups. Lol. They weren’t.
I hit a bad patch and had to step back.
Started blogging because I enjoyed writing first, and I wanted to share my work with people, second. I think I lost track of that. I put myself under a pressure of writing to please the readers. Forgot what it was like to write for the fun of it, good or bad. I became too obsessed with creating a perfect story. There are no perfect stories. I forgot this.  So, I had to step back.
A special thank you to Edwin who helped me keep the blog alive (even though he threatened to flog me for almost deleting the blog 😥 ).
Yes, I almost deleted the blog. What? It’s mine. 😛
We love you Eddie san! :* :*

If you’re still reading this and have not jumped to the story, good! I like people like you 😀
This story was written for me. It’s not perfect. It probably can’t be compared to some of what I’ve written. But it struck a chord within me as I wrote. I hope it does the same to you. If it doesn’t, maybe my next story would.
Be patient.

Enough talking, let’s dig in!
🙂

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“…But i need to confirm from the Church first, Mrs. Jacques.”
She sobbed. “Padre s’il vous plait! Please! He’s only five. My only son. Please Father..”
He sighed. Sometimes doing the right thing wasn’t always the best option.
He got up from his seat and walked to the kneeling woman.
“It is ok Mrs. Jacques. I will do it” he said, helping her stand.
“Padre… Merçi! Merçi!”
He nodded absently. “Yes, yes. First, I must determine if he really needs one. Shall I call at your house tomorrow?”
She nodded vigorously, thin grey hair flopping on her pale, tears-streaked face.
“Come see him tomorrow”

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“I will perform one but it would have to be in the night.”
“Yes Father”
“The things that would be needed, do get them Mr. Jacques.”
“I will”
“And Mrs. Jacques, do calm yourself down. You’ll be of no help in this condition.”
“I’ll try Father”
“Good. May God be with you two.”

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“Lord have mercy..”
“Lord have mercy..”
“Christ have mercy..”
“Christ have mercy..”

Soft laughter..

“God, the Father in Heaven..”
“Have mercy on us..”
“God the Son, the Redeemer of the World..”
“Have mercy on us..”
“God, The Holy Spirit..”
“Have mercy on us..”
“Holy Trinity, One God..”
“Have mercy on us..”
“Holy Mary, pray for us..”
“Pray for us..”
“All Holy Saints..”
“Intercede for us..”

Soft Laugh..

“Be Merciful..”
“Spare us Oh Lord..”
” Our Father who are in heaven, hallowed be thy name; thy kingdom come; thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread; and forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us; and lead us not into temptation,
“But deliver us from evil..”

Soft Laugh..
Choked sobs.

Save your servant..”
“Who trusts in you, my God..”

“Trust? Indeed..

“Let him find in you, Lord, a fortified tower..”
“In..in the face of the enemy..”

I’m no enemy.

“Let the enemy have no power over him..”
“And the son of iniquity be powerless to harm him..”
Save him please Lord; save him..
“We must complete the prayer Mrs. Jacques. Mr Jacques please, make sure she.. ”
“Yes Father please continue..”

Yes Father, please continue..
Harsh laugh.. 

“Lord, send him aid from your holy place..”

Father..Father..Papa.. 

“And watch over him from Zion..”

Mama..Mama it hurts.. Mama! It hurts!

“Hold her! She must not go near him!”
“Vittoria! Calmez-vous! For Pierre”
“We must continue the prayer! Lord, heed my prayer!”
“And…and let my cry be heard by you..”

MAMA! THEY’RE HURTING ME MAMA! STOP THEM!

“Holy Lord, almighty Father, everlasting God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, who once and for all consigned that..”

CUNTS! Papa! FUCKING IDIOTS! Mama help!

“..fallen and apostate tyrant to the flames of hell, who sent your only-begotten Son into the world to crush that roaring lion; hasten to our call for help and snatch from ruination and from the clutches of the noondayDevil this human being made in your image and likeness..”

Papa! Mama! 

“Strike terror, Lord, into the beast now laying waste your vineyard. Fill your servants with courage to fight manfully against that reprobate dragon, lest he despise those who put their trust in you, and say with Pharaoh of old: “I know not God, nor will I set Israel free.”

Harsh Laughter..

“Let your mighty hand cast him out of your servant, Pierre Jacques, so he may no longer hold captive this person whom it pleased you to make in your image..”

Paedophile! Wanna suck my cock Father? My cock is small, just the way you like it Father! Mama!

“..whom..whom it pleased y..you to make in your image, a.and to re..redeem through your Son; who..who lived..lives and reigns with you, in the unity of the Holy Spirit, God, forever and ever..”

Amen Father!

“Say Amen! Do not be distracted! Don’t listen to him!”
“A..Amen..Pie..rre..”

Amen cock sucker!

“I command you, unclean spirit, whoever you are, along with all your minions..”

You command nothing Padre! Remember Father Downing? He says hello!

“..now attacking this servant of God, by the mysteries of the incarnation, passion, resurrection, and ascension of our  Lord..”

Father Downing says he misses your sweet mouth! Did you enjoy sucking him off Father? Will you suck me Father..Father..Papa..Papa! Mama! It hurts! It hurts!

“..OF OUR LORD JESUS CHRIST, BY THE DESCENT OF THE HOLY..”

IT HURTS! IT HURTS! FUCK ME FATHER! YOU KNOW YOU WANT TO! AM I TOO YOUNG FOR YOU?

“BY THE COMING OF OUR LORD FOR JUDGEMENT, THAT YOU TELL ME BY SOME SIGN YOUR NAME, THE DAY AND THE HOUR OF YOUR DEPATURE..”

I AM YOUR BEGINNING AND YOUR END! I AM THEIR NIGHTMARE! Mama! Mama! He’s hurting me!

“Mon Dieu! Mon Dieu! Aie pitié!”
“I COMMAND YOU MOREVER TO OVEY ME BY THE LETTER, I WHO AM A MINISTER OF GOD DESPITE MY UNWORTHINESS..”

VERY UNWORTHY! YOU STEAL! YOU LUST! STOP LOOKING AT THE WOMEN’S BREASTS YOU LECHER! YOU LIKE HIS MOTHER! YOU WANNA FUCK HER TOO YEAH? UNWORTHY! FATHER..FATHER..PAPA! MAMA! STOP HIM! HE’S HURTING ME! HE’S HURTING ME! SHUT UP YOU MITE! THIS VESSEL…MAMA! MAMA!

“DESPITE MY UNWORTHINESS; NOR SHALL YOU BE EMBOLDENED TO HARM IN ANY WAY THIS CREATURE OF GOD, OR THE BYSTANDERS, OR ANY OF THEIR POSSESSIONS!”

MAMA! DO SOMETHING! DO SOMETHING! MAMA! 

“Hold her! Don’t let her go to him!”
“PIERRE! MON DIEU!”
“VITTORIA!”

MAKE ALL THE SIGNS OF THE CROSS YOU WANT FATHER! YOU ARE WEAK! YOU ARE WEAK!

“SEE THE CROSS OF THE LORD! BEGONE YOU HOSTILE POWERS! I ADJURE YOU! ANCIENT SERPENT”

YOU ADJURE NOTHING! TAKE MY ASS FATHER! IT’S WHITE! ITS MILKY!

“BY THE JUDGE OF THE LIVING AND THE DEAD, BY YOUR CREATOR, BY THE CREATOR OF THE WHOLE UNIVERSE, BY HIM WHO HAS THE POWER TO CONSIGN YOU TO HELL!”

THIS WORLD IS MY HELL! THIS BODY IS MY HOME!

“He’s breaking free Father!! What should I do!”
“Hold him down! Be his father! Don’t let him be free!”

PAPA! PAPA! PAPA! YOU’RE HURTING ME! YOU’RE HURTING ME! MAMA! PAPA IS HURTING ME! FUCKING CUNT DO SOMETHING YOU BITCH! 

“DON’T LISTEN TO HIM! DEPART FORTHWITH IN FEAR, ALONG WITH YOUR SAVAGE MINIONS, FROM THIS SERVANT OF GOD..”

MAMA HE’S HURTING ME! PAPA IS HURTING ME!

“THAT IS NOT YOUR SON SPEAKING! THAT IS THE DEMON!”

HE’S HURTING ME MAMA! MAMA! IT’S ME! PIERRE! MAMA!

“VITTORIA WHAT ARE YOU DOING!”
“YOU’RE HURTING HIM! YOU’RE HURTING HIM!”
“MRS. JACQUES HE’S NOT YOUR SON! PUSH HER AWAY!”

MAMA! MAMA! MAMA! MAMA!

“HE’S ONLY FIVE! YOU’RE HURTING HIM!”
“STOP!”
“MON DIEU! HE GOT OUT OF HIS BONDS!”
“FOLLOW HIM! DON’T LET HIM LEAVE THE HOUSE! OH GOD! IN THE NAME OF THE FATHER, AND OF THE SON..”
“MON DIEU! PIERRE! DROP THAT KNIFE! PIERRE! DROP THAT KNIFE! I’M YOUR PAPA!”

DIE! ADULTERER! DIE! FORNICATOR! DIE! BAD PAPA!…PAPA! PAPA! NON! PAPA! MAMA! HE DID IT! I DIDN’T DO IT! MAMA! SAVE ME!

“GOD HAVE MERCY! FATHER HAVE MERCY!”

MAMA! YOU DID NOT SAVE ME! EVIL WOMAN! YOU HATE ME! YOU HATE YOUR FUCKING SON! BITCH! WANNA DO ME DON’T YOU? YOU WANNA DO ME!

“PIERRE! PIERRE!”

SHUT YOUR FUCKING MOUTH! 

“GOD OF HEAVEN AND EARTH, GOD OF THE ANGELS AND ARCHANGELS, GOD OF THE PROPHETS AND APOSTLES”

HE WON’T SAVE YOU! UH OH. GUESS WHAT FATHER! JUST FOUND THE POWER SWITCH! LET US PLAY HIDE AND SEEK..

Lights out.

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Footsteps.
He lay under the bed shaking, rosary tightly claspsed in his fists.
“Padré..” the voice of the five year old boy called, somewhere far from his hiding place.
“In nomine Patris et Filii et Spiritus Sancti. Holy Father hear my cry. Let your ears be attentive to the voice of my supplication…”
A door banged open and he started, heart thundering.
“Father…Father! You’re good. Oh you’re good!”
He shuddered at the voice, his heart breaking for the child who was being used so carelessly as a tool.
” God, by your name save me, and by your might defend my cause.”
The voice drew nearer, screaming obscenities in a loud voice; whispering pleas in the child’s voice.
“Father, I’m scared. Please help me. It’s too dark. Where is mama? Where is papa? Father? Father? FUCKING CUNT REVEAL YOUR SELF!”
He shook, forcing himself to murmur prayers.
“God, hear my prayer; hearken to the words of my mouth…” he swallowed, blinking to get the bead of perspiration off his lashes. He wiped his face with his robe.
” Our Father who are in heaven, hallowed be thy name; thy kingdom come”
The room door opened and he shut up.
He listened in silence to the feet of the boy walking into the room.
“Father…Here? Old man? OLD MAN! COME OUT YOU MAN WHORE!”
His heart thudded and he swallowed.
“Father…” the boy called softly, voice nearer.
He felt the slight depression above him on the mattress and he knew the boy was on the bed. He remained still.
“He’s not in here..” he heard the boy whisper softly.
He remained still.
Suddenly,  torch light was flicked on and thrown under the bed, illuminating him.
He gasped.
The face of the little boy peered at him, from above the bed, head upside down.
He stared in horror at the face of the little, eyes filmed over, tinged with blood, saliva dribbling unchecked from a gaping mouth, tongue lolling.
He shrieked and raised his rosary with shaking hands.
“In the name of the Father..and…Son…and..”
The boy stretched out is hand and with an iron grip, clasped his mouth shut.
“Tell me Father..” the gravelly voice of the boy’s occupant said “Do you fear Death?”

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 Father Bromley left the dark house quickly, taking the stairs two at a time. He ran to his car parked outside the house and opened. He sat in, trying to calm himself.
It was a good thing the Jacques family lived in a secluded area.
He flicked the light on and looked at himself in the front view mirror.
Suddenly, he smiled.
“Well Father..” said the gravelly voice coming from his throat, “Let’s see what fun I can have with you”
His eyes flashed red in the mirror before they returned to their grey colour.
The new occupant of Father Bromley winked at himself, started the car and drove off into the darkness.

End. 

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