Thomas Grayce walked into Saint Mary's church, still bleeding from the wound on his right hand. The drops of blood, dripped on the royal red carpet and the blood drops led all the way back to a house on Seventh Avenue. Thomas shouted,"Father Brenham...Father Brenham....get the f**k out here now!"
A young priest walked out and nervously said,"Can I help you....Father Brenham isn't here...he hasn't been for quite sometime...you look upset...can I help you?" As Thomas gazed at a 9 foot statue of Jesus on a cross, the young priest said,"I am father Francis Mullan, could I ask your name please?"
Thomas gave him an evil grin and said,"My name is Thomas Grayce...better known to prayboys like you as Legion...I am here for confession father...I am here to entertain the hosts of my heart." Father Mullan asked,"Would you like to go somewhere more private Thomas?" Thomas sat on the third step of seven leading to the the foot of the statue and grumbled,"Here is fine."
Father Mullan took a few steps toward Thomas and said,"I can see you are hurt...would you like a gauze to wrap your hand?" Thomas laughed and said,"I could use a needle and thread...I'll sew this up as I confess." Father Mullan went to get what Thomas had asked for.
Thomas Grayce is a very intense human being. At 37 years old, he has traveled the world and is possibly the most jaded man alive. He stands 5 feet, 11 inches tall. He has long black wavy hair and his haunting blue eyes can cut into any soul. Every type of drug and every type of woman has twisted his mind to the point of madness. He knows the truth of sin...a truth that few men on earth have ever experienced. His madness is the sanity of God.
Father Francis Mullan is 29 years old. He is just filling in for the priest who is gone for a service in the next county. He is meek and yet he his very strong in his beliefs concerning the church. He is 6 feet, 5 inches tall with reddish brown hair and light green eyes. Father Mullan was about to meet the dark side of his religion.
Father Mullan came back with a needle and blue thread, handed it to Thomas and sat on the fourth step just a few feet away. Thomas grinned and said,"Blue thread...my favorite f***ing color." Father Mullan in a begging tone asked,"Please don't use profanity...this is a holy place Thomas...please?"
As Thomas sewed the mangled skin on his hand, he said,"Are you afraid of me Father...do you fear profanity....or do you just fear to allow profanity?" Father Mullan loudly answered,"I fear nothing but our Lord!" Thomas with and angered voice said,"Then f***ing listen!" Father Mullan crossed his arms and with a huff, said,"Fine...if that is the only way you know how to communicate, please confess Thomas Grayce!"
Thomas kept sewing and began his confession. Father Mullan sat quietly and listened.
Thomas said," I was with a woman just before I came here....I gave her a ride home from the hospital where her husband is waiting to die....She is about your age father...she has a kid about 5 years old....Her name is Julie, I think she attends this church...anyhow....she was washing us some potatoes to bake in the sink."
Thomas finished stitching his hand and bit the thread.....he went on saying,"Out of the blue....she said,"F**k me." Of course I asked her what was wrong....she said it again,"F**k me...you heard it right....I said f**k me now!".....She raised her blue dress and dropped her black panties to the floor...she leaned over the sink and laid her head on the window sill."
Father Mullan said,"You don't have to tell me the details." Thomas shouted,"This is my confession....let me talk!" Father Mullan nodded his head yes and Thomas continued,"I did as she asked me to do...she held on to the faucet...the cold water was blasting out...I ripped off her dress and chewed the straps of her bra until it fell in the sink....I bit her neck until it bled and she ripped at my hand with her teeth....she was screaming "god" as her little girl walked in the kitchen."
Thomas leaned back on the steps and went on,"The little girl just stared at us...a blank..fearful stare....the woman shouted for her to get out and shouted louder for me to finish...the little girl ran to another room as Julie handed me the spray hose nozzle and told me to beat her...I ripped the hose from the sink and lashed her back as she went into a frenzy of screams and voices of the dark."
Father Mullan asked,"What to you mean...voices of the dark?" "Demons Padre...damn... don't you get it...I collect demons...that's why I whipped the bitch...she gave me her demons...that's why I finished," Thomas said.
Father Mullan squirmed a bit and asked,"What do you mean....you collect demons?" Thomas laughed saying,"I have demons from the greatest to the least...I told you that I was, Legion, Jesus met Legion and cast them into swine....you should know that!" Father Mullan said,"You are saying then....you have many demons....are you asking for an exorcism?"
Thomas chuckled and said,"The least of my collection...you couldn't handle." Father Mullan angrily and loudly said,"Try me...just try me!" Thomas slowly stood up, looked Father Mullan in the eyes and a black dust like shadow hit the father and rolled him to the floor. The young priest was writhing and choking out words of dead Latin....he crawled to the statue...climbed up the cross to the legs and began biting at the stone calves.
Thomas shouted with an evil depth,"Lords...return...I command...Lords...return!" The shadow went back into Thomas instantly. Thomas stepped up to help Father Mullan up. Father Mullan had urinated on himself and his mouth and teeth were bleeding from biting the stone. Father Mullan with tears in his eyes, looked up at Thomas and cried,"How...my son, how can you endure such evil things...what spirit did you cast in me?"
Thomas knelt by him and told him, "It was the little one that I just got from the woman...you my young friend have a much greater demon...I can feel it's fear of me!" Father Mullen jumped up and cried,"What do you mean...that was the most evil thing and vile thing I have ever known!"
Thomas smiled and said."Let me show you...your demon!" Thomas took a deep breath and his face began to change....his eyes were like an animal dying in pain...a spiral of dark dust whirled at the crown of his head..bloody spit came from the corners of his mouth as a cracked and ancient voice spoke," I am I...priest of him who is not of him...gold...my gold....my power...my people...wet the stones with your weakness and your pitiful false faith....come into my vaginal doors and please my children with your dead seeds."
Father Mullan fell to his knees and shouted, crying,"Please Thomas...no more..please!" Thomas took another deep breath and his face returned to normal. Father Mullan slumped and sat on the first step, he was crying like a baby.
Thomas walked over to him, put his hand on Father Mullan's shoulder and said,"The most powerful demons are the ones we can't feel Father...they are subtle...they are serpents in our veins...don't worry...I collected your demon...it cannot escape from me...you must evaluate who you are now....here is the key father...the most powerful and unrealized sin is self righteousness.
Sex..greed...jealousy..gluttony...spite...to name a few are only little demons who bow to a self righteous soul. The real culprit has always been self righteousness....his name is Legion." Yours is Re-Legion!