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[]Mark 3:22-29

And the scribes which came down from Jerusalem said,
“He is possessed by Beelzebub! By the Prince of Demons he casteth out demons!”
So Jesus called them unto him, and said unto them in parables:
“How can Satan cast out Satan?
If a kingdom is divided against itself, that kingdom cannot stand.
If a house is divided against itself, that house cannot stand.
And if Satan rise up against himself, and be divided, he cannot stand, but hath an end.
Verily I say unto you, All sins shall be forgiven unto the sons of Men, and blasphemies wherewith soever they shall blaspheme.
But he that shall blaspheme against the Holy Spirit hath never forgiveness, but is guilty of eternal sin and damnation.”

[†]The middle of the night rouses the priest from a slumber so deep he had not realized just how long he had been out. Stirring, he stretches an arm over his head at an impossible angle, poking the lens of the tiny camera unbeknown before sitting up with a look of utter bemusement.

How in God's good name did he get into the bathtub?

And why was the tight space so, eerily comfortable? Despite his long legs and arms dangling over the sides of it. Anderson shudders over brushing his head, which is uncharacteristically cold to the touch. Sick, perhaps he's sick, and in his delirium wandered into here? Mewling as he pushes himself out of the tub the sensation of utter cold seems to grasp him at all ends... to his very core it felt like sub-arctic ice, and perturbably hallow within.

Stepping over to the sink, he doesn't take notice that he seems to glide rather than walk, as if his very presence were soaked into the floor like the shadows roving about in the small room. Turning the faucet he cups water to splash upon his smooth-feeling and ashen cheeks. A heavy sigh leaves him, as if he'd forgotten to breathe... or how to breathe, he cranes his head up to face the mirror, to see not his visage, but two bright Hellish and Red glowing eyes staring back at him.


Hypocrites! For ye devour widows' houses, and for a pretence make long prayer: therefore ye shall receive the greater damnation! )


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