2nd part to EYES OF COLD.

The phone call was urgent, my old campanion told me that I had to make it to 75 Forestkent Road before nightfall. I have never dressed so quickly in all my life, I threw my best robes on and I prepared my bag. I left my dog in the house, which I knew I shouldn't have done, but I had to move fast.

When I reached 75 Forestkent street, I was rushed into the house by my old friend. Never before had I seen him look so tired and ill. "Priest Paul" He said to me, holding me by the arm. "This boy has been down in the depths of darkness for weeks now and he is only getting worse"

"I thought it was your Jacob, David?" I asked.

"He is like a son to me" Was his reply. "I have known his family for decades, I would expect you to help him as if he was my own, Priest Paul" he said.

"The mother?"

"She has fled to the chapel, she has left him under our care"

"very well then" I said. "Let me see him" I walked through the dark hallway and opened the door to the boy's room. At once I noticed the foul stench but I sensed no evil in the room. The little boy lay asleep on his bed and looked so peaceful. Slowly Priest David and I walked around the bed towards the little boy.

"The smell is his urine"

"I gathered...what are the signs?" I asked as I held my robe to my nose and stared at the little boy's face. My friend sighed deeply.

"Speaking in tongues, spitting at both, me and his mother, trying to eat his own flesh, screaming loudly when I open the drapes and at night you hear him whispering in all differnt languages... I translated a few of the words that he said in ancient Arabic.."

"Well?"

"So far, I have "he who does not follow, shall finish last and cease to be.." Priest David put down his notepad and looked at me. "I have sat with this boy for three nights now, I can tell you now, the words that are coming from the boy are not his own."

I took all of this in and was then very wary about approaching the boy but the good Lord had taught me to fear no evil, so I sat down beside the boy's face and ignored the fear and doubt that was inside of me. I touched the boy's head and found it hot to the touch. "Bring me my bag, David"  I said. I then started to chant.

Priest David rushed off and returned with my bag. Still I continued to chant. As I reached down to open my bag, the boy's eyes shot wide open and he spat at me. I cried and fell back in shock. Priest David then Picked up his Old testament and began to read from it loudly. 

The boy snarled at me like a beast and in a harsh course voice it screamed at me "Where is your God for this young boy, PRIEST?"

The thing resisted the bounds that kept him, its snarls and roars filled the room. Priest David tires d to chant louder but his voice kept cracking with fear.

I sat up slowly in shock and said "Enough. It is time to do this catholic style..."

I opened my bag and took out a 14inch dildo."Priest David?" I said "Remove this boy's pants."

For hour the beast fought against us. But with the power of the almighty and the will of my holy sword, the beast fled from the young boy.The mother thanked us as we left and we both made our way back to my car.

"How did you know that ancient method would work?" Priest David asked me, awe sparkling in his eyes.

"Well" I started, as I fastened my seat belt. "Beasts don't like to be assfucked, apparently only whores do but I'm guessing many of them don't like it either."

"I still have much to learn" he muttered as we drove home.

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