Holy Spirit Devotion Novels & Stories

Maybe start planning my next escape for real this time. And then—he did something that caught me off guard. Ronan Blackwood, the Devil himself, squatted in front of me. Not stood. Not loomed. Squatted. Eye level. Holding two glasses of wine in his large hands. “What’s the problem?” he asked, his voice softer than I’d ever heard it. I looked away. “I’m fine,” I muttered.

Gotta wait for the crowds to clear out after all, before making a move. I keep parked a good ways up the block in an illegally borrowed Cadi, volume on low, as I listen to every word of Sicillio’s pretentious, hypocritical sermonizing. “…In these troubled and turbulent times, it is more important than ever to remember our faith.” He goes on, always emphasizing the ‘virtue’ of blind, fanatical devotion to whatever St. Christians warped parish instructs.

I closed my eyes, squeezing them shut until I saw spots. "Dear Lord," I whispered into the empty room, my voice trembling with an emotion I couldn't name. "Please guide my steps in this place. Protect my mind from temptation and wicked thoughts. Give me the strength to do my work, to save Joseph, and to remain pure in your sight. Amen." I stood up and wiped a stray tear from my cheek. I hadn’t come all the way here to be defeated by the devil.

He communed with the elemental spirits whose favour granted him some amazing abilities. The priest gill, explained to him that Davis' magic was arcane, Montgaff's elemental, and his Devine. Device magic is bestowed by a Godspirit. A Godspirit is a individualization of an aspect of what priests called the Great Spirit. The great spirit encompassed everything, and being so vast, it used God spirits as its many faces. Sofux was the face of order, Mar, the face of fertility and so on.

He said if you are hanged in the air the following are the words you are to chant continuously without breaking for one hundred and eight times. “DIVINE SUPREME YOU ARE HOLY” after you have said a hundred and eight times then you say the following words one hundred and eight times each to complete a circle of chant. JEHOVA YOU ARE HOLY, 108 times ADONAI YOU ARE HOLY, 108 times ELOHIM YOU ARE HOLY, 108 times TZABOTH YOU ARE HOLY, 108 times ALMIGHTY GOD YOU ARE HOLY, 108 times THE LORD IS HOLY. 108 times

The priest continues. The entire church is quiet and everyone is listening keenly to the priest speak. My palms are getting sweaty and I look up at Mitch. He looks comfortable, and dare I say, even confident. “This outward celebration we shall see and hear is an expression of the inner love and devotion they have in their hearts,” The Priest’s voice booms loudly in the church. Love? Devotion? I think I am going to puke. It seems like everyone else is enjoying the priest’s speech, they are all smiling and adoringly staring at us.

It sent me millions of sparks down to my core. "D-Devon... please..." I sobbed. I tried to resist him but he was too strong. "Don't pretend that you don't like it, priestess..." He kissed my neck again. This time, he became passionate and slow. "D-Devon..." "Submit to me, my priestess. I don't fucking care about your spells. All I need is you..." he whispered. "Devon, this is a sin against the heavens. You must not do this. Please..."

"Blessed be your breasts, which produce sacred milk." Father Joseph's oiled fingers touched her pussy, sliding between her folds. "Blessed be your womb, seat of pleasure and service." Father Chen touched the oil to her ass. "Blessed be every opening, every entrance, every way we claim you." Finally, Father Henry touched oil to her heart. "Blessed be your willing spirit, which makes all of this sacred rather than sinful. You are our holy offering, Sister Veronica. And tonight, we consecrate that truth."

“I have been called a lot of things in my life, but a hopeless drunk wasn’t one of them. I admit I failed both my fathers and fell deep into temptation. The devil thought he had me down, but God…never again. I’m coming clean Amen!” Everyone clapped and the shouting began again. Antonio only got more relaxed in his seat. Once he felt something from the beautiful choir and the heavenly singing, but now he only felt disgust. Harold hugged his son again and proceeded to dip him into the small pool of holy water as he quoted a verse out of the bible.

James looked at him and shook his head slightly, saying, “No.” Cody said, “It’s actually rather easy to spot them. There are Four Holy Beasts on Earth, and those who experience Energy Deviation after consuming the blood of the Four Holy Beasts would be the ones who possess the Supreme Spiritual Root. I heard that your wife, Thea Callahan, is exactly in the same situation.” James’ heartbeat accelerated. He never thought that Cody would have investigated Thea the moment he arrived on Earth. Since he knew nothing about Cody’s intentions, he feigned ignorance.