“You’re going away for a while, Father, but don’t worry. I’ll take care of your parish.”
Pulled from his prayer by a sinister voice, the priest looked up. He immediately sensed a presence of evil and called out, “Is someone here?” When there was no answer, he gave the sign of the cross and struggled up from his painful position on the floor. He turned to leave, but instead found himself looking into a black void that stretched into infinity. This wasn’t his chapel, but some hellish cave-like structure with vaulted ceilings and granite floors.
The feeling of absolute evil washed over him.
A deep hush hung low as he began to walk, his clipped steps echoing across the cavernous space that seemed to go on and on, until he saw a darkened dais on which a bloody sacrificial stone table sat. Fl
