The Witch's Bottle
"I give unto you, power to tread on serpents and scorpions, and over all the power of the enemy: and nothing shall by any means hurt you."
Suddenly his smile hardened into something vicious and a darkness seemed to overcome his eyes. I felt like they were piercing my flesh, as if something just surfaced in him: something cold, lifeless, with a demeanor so perverse - possessing him. The flickering porch light was enough for me to see his eyes turning completely black. His face, words, and breath, even his voice deepened, monotone and ominous. "Notwithstanding in this, rejoice not that the spirits are subject unto you."
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