Demonoid: Messenger of Death Page #3

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inevitably just to get back to me.

I'd like to help you, Jennifer.

You have helped, Father.

Well, I mean, more than that.

I mean, ultimately, to destroy this thing.

The armor of religion?

Sword of belief?

That's part of it. Yes.

Mm.

Do you believe that there is a hand?

Well, there's something.

Do you think that this hand

will destroy me?

It has others, who've been vulnerable.

This right here.

Well, you get some sleep.

And I'll arrange

for police protection for you.

Sleep won't help. Nor will the police.

But you could pray for me.

Father. There's a dying man.

Can you administer last rites?

You've got it.

He's dead.

What's the matter?

- Where's the coffin?

- It's destroyed!

Come on. Let's go.

You'll find some clothes in here.

You can change there.

Who are you calling?

I'm trying to get through to the police.

The police?

What are they gonna do?

They gonna arrest it?

Cite it? Try it for murder?

You think they're gonna believe you?

They'll believe me.

They'll find it and destroy it.

The hand will kill again.

The phone. It's dead.

Let's go into the church.

We're not safe here.

Let's check the other doors. Come on.

Jennifer?

Father?

Father!

Father, answer me!

No!

No!

Take me. Please, please.

Take me.

Not him. Not him.

Take me.

Father?

Father, speak to me.

In the name of God, answer me.

This hand wasn't meant for you.

That's right. It was meant for you.

So, I have to destroy you to keep it.

I will kill you.

And then it will be mine.

Yes, my child.

Don't fear, my child.

Death is deliverance.

Bring me the blowtorch.

Jennifer.

Give me the blowtorch.

Over there.

If thy hand offend thee,

cut it off and cast it aside.

For it is profitable for thee

that one of thy members should perish,

and not that thy whole body

should be cast into hell.

Earth to the sea.

Ashes to the depths.

Dust to eternal rest.

We hope of no resurrection.

Thank God it's over, Father.

I'm coming!

Who is it?

Oh, I'm, I'm sorry, ma'am.

Your doorbell doesn't seem to be workin'.

I've got a package here

for a, uh, Mrs. Baines.

Yes, yes.

Here you go.

If you'll just sign at the bottom.

- Thank you.

- You bet.

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