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Legion’s chorus of voices said. A dark impulse forced Abby
onto her back. She couldn’t move her arms or legs, much less get
up.
    Cheryl’s body descended and straddled
Abby’s chest.
    Air refused to enter her
lungs.
    She tried to scream but nothing came
out.
    Up on the wall behind the bedpost hung
a painting, tilted irreverently to the side. It depicted Saint
Peter, sinking into the water, waves crashing around him, and
reaching out and grabbing the hand of Jesus, who stood on the
water’s surface. The look of fear on Peter’s face so resembled
Abby’s that without thinking, she cried out in her heart,
“Jesus!”
    To her amazement, the words actually
came out of her mouth.
    Air rushed through her
lungs.
    She gasped for more.
    Above her, the creature inhabiting
Cheryl’s corporeal form reared up, its face twisted in repulsion
and fright. “WHAT DID YOU SAY?”
    At once, all the stories she had put
out of her mind from her youth of Jesus’ casting out demons came
back to her. She remembered now. It was His name. The power and
authority therein.
    “ In the name of
Jesus!”
    A chorus of odious, belligerent shouts
filled the air. The creature jumped back momentarily. Regaining its
ferocity, it came toward Abby, a threat in every purposeful
step.
    Abby grabbed the crucifix off the
floor and held it up.
    The creature spat and laughed cruelly.
“HAVEN’T YOU LEARNED?” It lunged at her with outstretched, claws.
“HYPOCRITE! YOU HAVEN’T GOT THE FAITH TO—”
    Abby thrust the cross flat against the
creatures chest, right between Cheryl’s breasts. The creature’s
pained howl quickly drowned out the sizzling sound burning
flesh.
    Abby understood.
    She had made the choice to
believe.
    And this demon, Legion, knew as well.
It had once faced the power of the Christ and begged to be cast
into a herd of pigs rather than be destroyed. It feared the name
and power.
    Streams of smoke rose from a branded
cross that seared the skin on Cheryl’s chest. For a moment, her
eyes became normal. Pleaded for help. But just as quickly, returned
to their demonic state.
    Legion’s voices diminished. Sounded
fewer, weaker.
    But not a bit less hateful or savage.
Chest heaving, through labored breaths, its voices became hoarse.
“I will tear your limbs off, Abigail Lee…I will eviscerate you…and
feast on your innards. BEFORE I kill you!”
    From the gospel of Luke,
the words of Christ resounded in her spirit: “ Behold, I give unto you power to tread on serpents and
scorpions, and over all the power of the enemy: and nothing shall
by any means hurt you. ”
    “ You’ll do nothing but
flee.” Abby climbed to her feet and for the first time, dared to
step forward, advance upon the demons that possessed Cheryl. She
clutched the Bible in one hand, and the crucifix in the other,
which she pointed at the creature.
    The creature scoffed. Took two steps
back. “You think I’m some kind of vampire? You fool! If a Jesuit
priest didn’t have the faith to challenge me, what makes you
think—?”
    Emboldened at its retreat, Abby stood
tall. “In the name of Jesus, I command you: be silent!”
    Without another word, the creature
spread its hands wide and vomited a putrid, thick substance all
over Abby’s face. It felt like a million maggots crawling all over
her, eating her flesh. She screamed. Didn’t know if she should or
could wipe it off her eyes, lips and nose.
    Then, with all its previous intensity,
the creature let out a gruesome shriek. A suffocating sensation
came over Abby. Dark. Frigid. She shuddered.
    I know all your sins,
Abby.
    Images, memories she thought long
forgotten, all flooded her mind. Guilt, shame, hatred, anger,
people she’d silently cursed, wished dead, every lie, prideful
remark, haughty look, surrounded her. Closed in to smother
her.
    “ No….” The spiritual
anguish actually caused her physical pain. Images of her dead
mother—disapproving, glaring at her, accusing