Another long day doing what we do best or in this case could do better! When I joined the seminary, not once did I think international travel, expenses paid, beautiful women and fine wines would be part of my job description!



It’s just a shame that the travel takes us to the far ends of the earth and puts us in the shittiest of roach-ridden motels, the money doesn’t even begin to cover the outgoings, the beautiful women happen to be violently possessed, and the fine wines are supplemented with an acidic brew of God-knows-what!

I am a tired and, if you hadn’t guessed, really pissed off this evening. Father V and I shared a couple of ‘words’ this afternoon, as I found his approach today to be a little ‘unyielding’ shall we say. I appreciate that is the very nature of the rite, but sometimes the vicious pace takes its toll on the victim. Maria got hurt, and I don’t want that.

We arrived together at 9am precisely and had our morning briefing in the courtyard over coffee and a fresh batch of churros. It was so hot today, we didn’t want to spend anymore time than was absolutely necessary cooped up indoors.  The inhibiting heat exhausted us even before we began to work on the entity causing a riot in the upstairs bedroom.

The crying had been inexorable last night. After we shut operations down yesterday evening, apparently Maria continuously called out to the Sisters, asking for me, asking for mercy. They did not go in at all last night, as it would have been too dangerous. I couldn’t do it, but then that’s why I’m living the low-life in this palatial cesspit four blocks away.

We went in at 10.12am according to the logs kept by Sister Bethany. I start to lose all notion of time as these ceremonies progress.

Maria was sitting up in the bed, her arms extended, still restrained at the wrists to the posts either side. It watched us as we set-up, her eyes were darker, inquisitive and malicious, which led to believe that she had gone for the interim. The bed sheets had been kicked down to the bottom of the mattress, and It had writhed around so much that her night gown now rode up over her waist, revealing her naked beneath.

As Father V and I walked around the foot of the bed, It parted her thighs into a wide extension, displaying her open vagina for us all to see. Sister Cruz rushed over to attempt to cover her up, but Maria began thrashing around quite violently, preventing her from getting near.

As we began the Litany, she calmed, and Sister Bethany was able to cover her. We now felt it appropriate to administer leg restraints. This was done swiftly and surprisingly smoothly without issue by the Nun’s. Both I and Father V double checked the restraints.

I sat at the far end of the room again, not wishing to get too close today. Not because I was fearful, but felt that a little more physical distance between us may be appropriate. I read Luke 11:14-22. It didn’t take her eyes off me throughout, shifting her legs up and down, trying to dislodge the cuffs fitted, and give me a site of her genitalia. As I concluded, she spat down the bed towards me, instructing me to lick it up.

Father V led us in prayer. Once again I have taken the liberty of transcribing this piece of audio for you.

Father V: Almighty Lord, Word of God the Father, Jesus Christ, God and Lord of all creation;  (Maria laughs) who gave to your holy apostles the power to tramp underfoot serpents and scorpions; who along with the other mandates to work miracles was pleased to grant them the authority to say: "Depart, you devils!-

Maria: -Here we go again-

Father V: - and by whose might Satan was made to fall from heaven like lightning; I humbly call on your holy name in fear-

Maria: -You know nothing of fear you pervert-

Father V: - And trembling-

Maria: -I saw your knees tremble when you saw her cunt. You’re weak, you wanted nothing more than to stick your cock in her you pathetic old man. I bet that’s the first bit of pussy you’ve seen in a while, other than the young nuns in your seminary of course-

(The above was quite hard to transcribe as Father V continued his prayer over the demons ramblings)
Father V: -Asking that you grant me, your unworthy servant, pardon for all my sins-

Maria: -You know a lot about sinning don’t you Vestor? I know because I was there when you forced those nuns to masturbate you-

Father V:  -Steadfast faith, and the power - supported by your mighty arm - to confront with confidence and resolution this cruel demon. I ask this through you, Jesus Christ, our Lord and God, who are coming to judge both the living and the dead and the world by fire.

Maria: You’re so right Vestor. ‘He’ is coming. ‘He’ will judge you. You’re no better than me you patronising old man! When ‘He’ is finished with you and casts you to one side like he does when ‘He’ is bored, me and you can finish this little dialogue on my turf. I can show you what you should have done with those little Penguin whores.

Father V: SILENCE DEMON!

Maria: Cumming on their faces, making them clean your old, withered, stagnant cock was lame. I can show you how to really pleasure women. I’m sure Maria will tell you how she wants it when she’s good and ready-

Me: SILENCE DEMON

I admit I was a little rattled at this point, and my order was more a personal reaction than a professional command.

Father V then formed the sign of the cross on himself, and then Maria’s forehead – she squealed.

Maria: Get the fuck off me you old coot!

This was the first time that anointment of the cross had caused a physical reaction. She pulled against all of the restraints, tearing into her skin, causing the white bed clothes to stain crimson. Her head also arched back, and turned away from Father V. The violent movement caused me grievous concern, as I have no wish for her to sustain further injury. I stood up and tugged at Father V’s cassock.

Me: Maybe we should take a break?

Father V: We need to continue, focus.

Father V laid the end of his stole on her neck and his right hand on her forehead. I took a step back. Inside I was raging, really pissed off that Father V did not take a moment to pause and see what pressure we were putting her body under. He was blinded by the task at hand, and momentarily forgot that we also have the welfare of a human being at stake too. I didn’t say anything, as any public dissidence in the ranks would have been leapt on by It, and have ended the whole sorry affair then and there. Satan one – God Nil. 

Father V: See the cross of the Lord; begone, you hostile powers!



All: The stem of David, the lion of Juda's tribe has conquered.

Father V: Lord, heed my prayer.

All: And let my cry be heard by you.

Maria: This is the fun part coming up right now. You seen what I can do already Father’s? Touch me and I’ll hurt the bitch.

Father V:   The Lord be with you.

Maria: Get your fucking hand off me.

All: May He also be with you.

Father V: Let us pray.God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ,

Maria: I am giving you all the opportunity to walk away right now. Turn your back on us. You really don’t want to play with me.

Father V:  I appeal to your holy name, humbly begging your kindness, that you graciously grant me help against this and every unclean spirit now tormenting this creature of yours; through Christ our Lord.

All: Amen.



Maria bellowed. The coarseness must have torn at her voice box, as that noise could not have been made by a woman. The vocal range simply wouldn’t permit it. The reverberations of the roar shook me to the very core. Its deafening pitch dislodged dust and plaster into the air, choking us, and promptly halting the proceedings. We all retreated downstairs for some water and air, leaving It cackling hideously on the bed. It was a timely lunch break, and gave me the opportunity to express my grave concerns to Father V.

His response was (as usual) for me to stay focused, and remember that Maria is an unfortunate innocent caught up in God’s war. He stated that we cannot be held accountable for the physical damage that is done to her throughout this time. He even waved the damn disclaimer paperwork in front of me, counting the signatures.

Accountability? I hate that term. We are so (excuse the pun) hell-bent on covering our asses in such a litigious world that once we have a couple of signatures on a sheet, we believe that gives us carte-blanche to do whatever we want? BULLSHIT! What about personal accountability? What about the night-time hours where you are left with your conscience as a prosecuting attorney? Who will save you from yourself, and convince you what you have done is for the good of the cause? I can’t re-iterate enough that we are human, and this is something that Father V has issues with. In this stupid conflict, it is so easy to forget that humans are involved too… It’s not all angels and demons!



We re-grouped around 2.30pm, and the afternoon was pretty much the same as the morning. Litany, prayers, reading, shouting, swearing. One again I had to watch, biting my tongue as Father V attacked the demon, and It attacked Maria. I could see bruising appear freely under her skin as It tore her muscles in vain, trying to free itself from the leather binds. The crunching of her joints, grounding furiously together as she writhed pierced me. I can still hear the unholy echoes now as I write.

It has been three days since we began, and over the last 24 hours, it has escalated very quickly, beyond what I think we were all prepared for. I haven’t seen a demon with this power before, one that isn’t afraid of us. It may seem a little rattled, but that’s only because we have it tied to the bed. I think we pissed it off rather than struck the fear of God into it.



I wonder what tomorrow will bring? Whatever happens, I want Maria back, and will not let the Leviathan have her at any cost. Father V is doing a good job at crippling her, and there is nothing I can do or say about it… It’s all legit, and I don’t think the Church will back up any allegations if I wish to lodge a grievance at this stage. Disclaimers remember??