Day #7, Seance – by Elizabeth Averay
Holding up the beating heart of the security guard for all the gathered satanists to see, their leader speaks in a slow, clear voice: ‘Lord Satan, our Master and Chief, hear our plea. We give you this unwilling soul as an offering of our devotion. Use this vessel and speak with us, great Beelzebub.’
Grabbing the ceremonial blade the leader plunges it deep into the heart whereupon it shrivels up the breaks down to dust. A strange wind collects the heart’s remains and spreads it in a find powder all around the dilapidated barn coating everyone.
The body of the guard jerks – shudders – curves up leaving head, hands, and feet on the ground then flopped down, boneless, and remains still.
Then harsh whispers can be heard coming from all around the barn, growls and snarls punctuating the garbled words. The guard’s eyes open, glowing red with flames flashing out of them.
The misshapen head slowly moves, taking in all of the robed figures.
Coming from everywhere and nowhere all at once a voice so deep it hurts to hear it:
‘WHO DARES TO SUMMON ME?’
Dropping to their knees and cowering, the group leader then speaks up, haltingly. ‘We, your faithful servants. We wish to here what you would have of us. We are eager to serve you however we can, my Lord and Master.’
Twisting the dead guard’s boneless face into a semblance of a grin, showing gums as black as pitch, the voice reverberates around them. ‘YOU WILL BE MY ENTERTAINMENT FROM NOW ON.’
With that, everyone vanished without a trace.
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