11 Chapter 11

He had no family. He wanted a family. He wanted his family back Even if it was not the best family one could have he missed it. He missed the peace he had sometimes and he missed his little cute sister and he missed his stubborn brother. He missed his Mum.

"I want my life back." He cried hard falling on his knees. I want it back. He coiled to the corner of the room. He felt dead. He should be dead. Where was the Angel?

"Shhh." Father Jose hushed him harshly. "You have no family. You never did. Your parents were killed the day you were born. Those people were not your parents and your siblings were not also. It was a mission. All were playing a game with you. But you can help drive all the demons away so no one has to suffer like you did. All you need to do is paint." Father Jose smiled at him assuring him.

"But they told me not to__" Manuel shivered. Not knowing what to believe.

"Cause it will destroy them. Don't you want the devil destroyed. The devil is not God's friend, the devil is not good. He has come to kill, steal and destroy. The devil needs to die. You need to paint him his hell." Father Jose said quietly pulling Manuel up till he finally was able to stand on his feet. "Do you love God?" He asked convincingly.

"Yes!" Manuel answered shaking.

"Then prove it."

As if on queue with his spirit Manuel fell into another trance and painted the devils hell. Only when he got out he found himself on a sacrificial table, his hands and feet were tied. He was blindfolded and gagged.

"Somebody help me." He screamed but his screams were muffled. He started to cry, struggle and cry again. Sweat soaking him. He was naked.

After his sobs reduced he heard a voice. W voice he recognized, Father Josiah. He was chanting in a language Manuel did not understand. "lucifero ti adoriamo, lucifero ti adoriamo."

Manuel could feel the room close up on him as it became unbearably hot. He struggled to take in air and he felt his body melt. For once he wanted to die. He was sure he would. He heard Josiah come near him still chanting. The fear he felt then was unimaginable as his muffled screams became louder.

"Lucifero ti adoriamo prendi questo sacrificio." Josiah started to chant over and over again. Soon it was not only him a second voice joined then a third. Soon Manuel lost count. Father Josiah tore the blindfold from his eyes. Scared grey eyes meeting dead ones.

" We will meet in hell my child. Hell beget you." He whispered caressing Manuel's cheek which he kissed. Manuel flinched as he looked around the room. His eyes coming in contact with twelve men in all wearing a cassock.