Chapter 1 – Exorcising the
Self
After hanging the noose around the
heretic, I throw him over the balcony to hang him with his cardinals and
archbishops. Now, the pope of the false Christianity is dead and the followers
of his sham of a gospel will follow as well if they don’t submit to the true
faith that is being captained by the good people of the British Empire and I, her
king. My subjects and the true servants of Our Lord Jesus Christ cheer for me
below and my three wives stand around me with their heads on my shoulders.
“Cheer, not only for me but for
yourselves, loyal servants of Christ! Today we celebrate the downfall of the
anti-Chrit’s Christianity and the next big achievement in establishing Christ’s
true Church on earth and dominating it for His sake, so drink, eat, be merry, and
enjoy yourselves to your heart’s desires! You’ve earned it,” I say as the crowd
grows louder with fervor and zeal.
Downstairs in the basilica, I watch
and enjoy the fruits of my labor. First, I look at my wives. One is the
daughter of a royal family that I’ve known since childhood, another was a nun
until she was…convinced to abandon her vow of chastity and marry me, and the
last is a slave woman who previously helped clean my castle. Second, I look
over to my family and friends who made this possible. Without their influence
and resources, we wouldn’t have been able to overthrow the pope and his armies.
Third and lastly, I look at my servants who I also appreciate for playing their
part.
Everyone is happy and nothing could
make me happier than seeing this. While the party is going on, a few of the
drunks break the cross that’s at the very back of the basilica. This stops the
party for some as they go to see the broken crucifix and statue of Christ that
was attached to it and even condemn the drunks for this desecration of a holy
object. To avoid the party being spoiled, I clang my wine glass to get everyone’s
attention.
“Let us not make this spoil
enjoying our just rewards,” I say. “As for these drunks, they have done nothing
wrong. In fact, I was going to destroy that cross myself since it depicts the
false Christ of the Catholics. Our Christ is risen and not perpetually crucified
because all our sins of the past, present, and future are wiped away forever
and with our vow of faith in Christ we are saved no matter what mistakes and
sins we may make.”
The crowd agrees with me and calms
down.
“Now, bring in the statue of the
true Christ and put Him where the false Christ fell.”
Ten of my servants bring in the
statue I’ve brought over from Britain, place Him at the back of the Church, and carry away the broken trash of the cross and false Christ. This statue of
Christ depicts Him with the armor of a king with a lion and unicorn behind Him.
In His hands are the flag of the British Empire and a sword.
“This is a proper and true
depiction of Christ. Don’t you all agree?”
Again, the crowd agrees with me
before clapping and going back to enjoying the party. Many hours pass and
guests go home one after the other until around twenty remain, most of whom are
my relatives and close associates. They’re staying since we still have to
divide the riches of the Vatican and explore its vaults for valuables. Before
we can do that, the doors of the basilica close and the candles go out. A deep
darkness surrounds us that we can hardly see each other in.
We all take out our weapons and
call out whoever is pulling this trick on us and no one answers. I then see
bits of a creature that has a white body and a black hole in its chest. It starts
cutting down everyone I know one after the other and kills them in various
ways such as making them fly in the air before dropping them down or just plain
tearing their head off or in two. For some reason, it seems like no one else
can see them even when I see them look at the creatures point blank and tell
them about it. Taking matters into my own hands, I hunt the creature in the dark
and eventually find it, but when I strike it, the blade of my sword shatters
into pieces. Both of my wrists are then restrained by invisible chains and I am
forced to stay in place as I watch everyone close to me die.
With no other option, I call out to
God with all my strength for the opportunity to obtain justice and am only met
with the floating destroyed statue of Christ whose face is covered by a black veil.
Its chest and last remaining hand that has a nail through it bleeds and tears
seem to be on its veil.
“Lord? Is that You?” I ask.
“Do not call Me Lord for I do not
know you,” the statue says.
“What are you talking about?”
“You have persecuted Me by persecuting
My Church, My people, My both faithful and unfaithful servants.”
“Was I not supposed to bring Your
justice to the unfaithful? To the Catholics and the traitors among the British Empire
and those who call themselves Christians but are nothing but heretics?”
“You speak of heretics and you are chief
among them and chief among today’s sinners for killing so many and indulging in
sin and your own desires.”
“I’ve never done anything wrong!
You’re right. You don’t know me.”
“You ask Me for help, I bring you
the truth, and you decide to argue with Me. Know that My mercy outweighs My
justice by your continued breathing despite your countless blasphemies and by
giving you penance. This penance is to be the first among a new league of
exorcists that operate invisibly and can see demons.”
My royal blue, red, white, and gold
clothes change to a dull brown and black priest-like set of clothes that look
like a combination of priest and guard. Half a mask covers my face and I can
feel and see a long spear coming out of my head.
“You will use this spear as your
primary weapon and the first demons you must banish are your own. You must crucify
yourself first if you want to serve Me and save yourself,” the statue continues.
“How do I know that you’re not an
anti-Christ?” I ask.
“A divided kingdom cannot stand
against itself. I want you to take this second chance and be the faithful
servant you claim to be.”
I try to take the spear from my
head, but the chains on my wrists prevent me from doing so. Turning my head to
look at them, I now see a white creature on both sides, one has a chain coming
out of its head while the other has a chain coming out of its heart, and both
of which appear to have a mockery of my face as theirs.
“I can’t do anything!” I say.
“That’s right. You can’t do anything
without My help. Crucify your ego. Give Me your vow of humility by saying, ‘Ego
me primum crucifigo’.”
Doing as the statue says, I swallow
my pride and say in the accursed Catholic language, “Ego me primum crucifigo.”
My chains break and the two
creatures behind me are blown away allowing me to take the spear out of my head
and wield it. I’m not too accustomed to using spears, but I should be able to banish
the creatures if God truly wants me to succeed. The creatures come at me and
attack me with their blade-like claws and no matter how much I stab them with
my spear, I can’t manage to do anything. What am I doing wrong?
“You’ve already forgotten so
easily. You cannot do anything without My help,” the statue says.
Fine then. Somehow believing God is
the source of my strength makes the spear do damage and allows me to fight
better. Soon after, I manage to banish the creatures, and the candles in the basilica
are all relit at once. With a clearer view of the bodies of everyone I cared
about, I’m unsure of who to go to first to see if they’re still alive.
“None of them are,” the statue
says.
“What?” I say.
“None of them are alive. They died
after they were struck down by their demons and judged soon after.”
“Can You at least tell me if they
went to Heaven or Hell?”
“I can tell you that those who
appear faithful will suffer Hellfire because of the decay in their soul and
those who appear wretched obtain the highest seat in Heaven because of their
repentance and trust in Me.”
“That’s not much of an answer.”
“Their fate is not your concern.
You need to worry about your own and those you’ll lead. Now, go! Free your
people of their demons.”
I am lifted into the air by an invisible
force and thrown out of the basilica. Before I can get up, the basilica’s doors
close. Was that really God and was I really banishing demons? I guess I have no
choice but to accept it and hope that I’m doing the right thing at this point.
If I truly lived an evil life, please God forgive me and help me to do the right thing.
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