Chapter 35

Cristo’s blood.

Turning away, he thought of the ghosts Dirk had mentioned and was certain Cristo’s ghost would fill the cellar with smells and sounds that would make it impossible to stay there. Great. Now he was afraid of ghosts. Being mortal was no fun. Judas pushed himself away from the window and made his way up the path to the church

Little did he realize what he would find there.

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“You’re going away for a while, Father, but don’t worry. I’ll take care of your parish.”

Pulled from his prayer by a sinister voice, the priest looked up. He immediately sensed a presence of evil and called out, “Is someone here?” When there was no answer, he gave the sign of the cross and struggled up from his painful position on the floor. He turned to leave, but instead found himself looking into a black void that stretched into infinity. This wasn’t his chapel, but some hellish cave-like structure with vaulted ceilings and granite floors.

The feeling of absolute evil washed over him.