✞23 Days since my Last Confession✞
Apr. 18th, 2010 12:24 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
[†]Revelation 16:14
For they are the spirits of devils, working miracles, which go forth unto the kings of the earth and of the whole world, to gather them to the battle of that great day of God Almighty.[†]
[☨]With all the howls of tormented souls that infernal commlink was screeching like roving demons. Clearly possessed by some vile spirit, Maxwell took to thrashing it to the ground and stamping his Italian-booted heel into the LCD.[☨]
In the Name of Jesus Christ! My Lord, strengthened by the intercession of the Immaculate Virgin Mary! Mother of our Savior! Of Blessed Michael the Archangel! Of the Blessed Apostles Peter and Paul and all the Saints! Powerful in the Holy authority of my ministry, I confidently undertake to repulse the attacks and deceits of the devil!!
[☨]He crushes the squealing device over and over, grinding the steeling end hard, whilst he spat his venomous prayer at it, that worked to no avail.[☨]
Behold the Cross of the Lord, flee bands of enemies!
[☨]Again.[☨]
He has conquered, the Lion of the tribe of Juda, the offspring of David!
[☨]And again.[☨]
May Thy mercy, Lord, descend upon us, and none upon the wicked!
[☨]AND AGAIN.[☨]
This! My great hope in Thee!!
[☨]Before he finally batted it up with the tip of his boot with all the grace of a Italian Calciatore player and kicked it violently across the church and straight into the baptismal pool.[☨]
AMEN!!!
For they are the spirits of devils, working miracles, which go forth unto the kings of the earth and of the whole world, to gather them to the battle of that great day of God Almighty.[†]
[☨]With all the howls of tormented souls that infernal commlink was screeching like roving demons. Clearly possessed by some vile spirit, Maxwell took to thrashing it to the ground and stamping his Italian-booted heel into the LCD.[☨]
In the Name of Jesus Christ! My Lord, strengthened by the intercession of the Immaculate Virgin Mary! Mother of our Savior! Of Blessed Michael the Archangel! Of the Blessed Apostles Peter and Paul and all the Saints! Powerful in the Holy authority of my ministry, I confidently undertake to repulse the attacks and deceits of the devil!!
[☨]He crushes the squealing device over and over, grinding the steeling end hard, whilst he spat his venomous prayer at it, that worked to no avail.[☨]
Behold the Cross of the Lord, flee bands of enemies!
[☨]Again.[☨]
He has conquered, the Lion of the tribe of Juda, the offspring of David!
[☨]And again.[☨]
May Thy mercy, Lord, descend upon us, and none upon the wicked!
[☨]AND AGAIN.[☨]
This! My great hope in Thee!!
[☨]Before he finally batted it up with the tip of his boot with all the grace of a Italian Calciatore player and kicked it violently across the church and straight into the baptismal pool.[☨]
AMEN!!!
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Date: 2010-04-28 07:17 am (UTC)No doubt whatever had driven the Crociato into that frenzied incanting left winter's stain upon the air, chilling him down to the very threads of his vestments. A subtle shift and the Priest emerged from behind the confessional, staring after the Bishop warily.]
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Date: 2010-04-30 06:27 am (UTC)What are you staring at? Can't you hear it?!
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Date: 2010-05-01 09:25 pm (UTC)[A momentary pinch of fingers to the bridge of his nose before a tiny quirk of lips pulled upward, the Servant of the Godhead leaning down as he mused to himself.
He'd heard many a cry of banshee before in his multi-layered exorcism duties. This, however, was on a different scale altogether.]
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Date: 2010-05-01 09:47 pm (UTC)[Maxwell could already feel a headache building from a pressure between his eyes, and shuddered in what he had hoped was just involuntary disgust. Walking over to the baptismal pool, he eyed the device that flickered at the bottom. Decidedly with a huff he wasn't going to fish it out anytime soon.]
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Date: 2010-05-01 10:38 pm (UTC)[The fraught Bishop's demeanor had his own crinkled in anxiety, apprehension twisting his hard guts unto immurement. A tickling at the back of his mind told him something more was lurking beyond the surface, yet for whatever reason the Priest couldn't muster the will power to feel concerned.
A small roll of broad shoulders and he sauntered to join the other at the water's edge, staring down at the little commlink drowning..]
. . . Maybe et's joos' goot ae wire loose...
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Date: 2010-05-01 11:17 pm (UTC)[Nothing could convince him otherwise. Though he secretly wished it really were broken, so he wouldn't have to deal with the piece of devilry anymore.]
It was just like the screech of that succubi in Malta. . . Only this one is perverting the entire network.
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Date: 2010-05-02 08:10 pm (UTC)...Does nae yield untae ye, ma' freen. Exorcism dinna faze et.
[A casual observance, and his gaze flicked down to the submersed telecommunicator, foreboding settling in. A scream...Could it be a portent to disaster?]