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" it has happened to you before anyway, but I will try to help you the way I can" I bow a little "Thank you father" I follow him to his office "Please, lay down on the desk" I do just that, he places a cross on my chest, closes his eyes and starts speaking in tongues I feel something move around me, I suddenly start struggling and shaking "Hold on Precious, fight it!" Tom says wearing a worried look on his face I felt so much energy around me, suddenly I burst out some kind of purple light the priest falls to the ground I get up immediately and run to him

I glanced at both of them and the packs of books on the table. “What’s that for?” The priestess met my eyes for a brief gaze before pushing the books towards me, “I checked the house and these are the books he was checking out when he was around.” “What are they about?” I asked, stretching to pick the littlest and first one. “Mostly about how to destroy a curse..” That earned my attention, my fingers stopping on the first page that I just opened. A curse. Unless there was someone else he was helping and wanted to help. The only person that had a curse was me…

In the beginning, Judaism which begot the Christian faith was a faith that was built on sacred sex. Or at least that was what one author like that was trying to say through his book. I think it was Dan Brown? Yeah, and the book was The Da Vinci Code. In the book, speaking through a fictional Harvard university scholar, he buttressed the fact that sex was a divine act through which men encountered God through the sacred feminine. That the Holy of Holies in the temple built by king Solomon not only housed God, but also his female equal known as Shekinah. He told millions of his readers that men would visit the temple and the priestesses would help them to encounter God through physical contact

"Can I see it?" "Oh, I'm afraid not," He said forbiddingly. "You need to be a priest to read it. But I can read some of it to you that I think might help with your problem." "Thank you Father, that's so kind!" She bobbed in excitement, bouncing her generous chest. "I always follow the Bible's advice." "Okay, let's see now," He flicked through to a random page, tilting the book so she couldn't see it. "Here we go. The Book of, uh, Fellatius."

He gave her a hard deadpan expression and she almost broke into laughter. He gently lifted her off his lap, but the contact alone sent a jolt through him, she saw it in the way his jaw clenched, and his nostrils flared. “You should not be here,” he said, his voice low. “This is a consecrated place.” “I came for guidance,” she lied sweetly, waving the book in her hand. “Religious guidance.” He blinked at the titles. Ancient Binding Rituals. The Wolf and His Chosen. Celibacy: A Guide.

I stood with a chair in my hands and stared at the empty doorway until the present room returned around me—bright, noisy, occupied by a different man in a black cassock. By midday I was carrying a box of the new priest’s books toward the parish library. The cardboard edge dug into my palms. Dust and old paper rose when I shifted my grip. Inside the library the air was cooler, polished, familiar. I set the box down and began shelving. That was when I saw them: the same volumes Cassian had borrowed and returned in the early hours before he vanished, spines aligned with bureaucratic neatness. I knew those books, They were the same books Mr. Halden had told me Cassian returned in the early hours

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The bishop, reading through one of them, approached Arthur. “These are not just musings, Arthur,” the bishop said. “They are medicine.” He suggested turning the reflections into a devotional series for the parish newsletter. Arthur hesitated but agreed. Soon, people were quoting his lines during Sunday gatherings, unaware they were reading the work of the once-disgraced priest they had once feared or judged. As the months passed, Arthur brought Isabella to see the library. Her eyes lit up with wonder as she ran her fingers across the edges of golden-inked texts and listened to the soft murmurs of students reading aloud.

He remembered his name vividly stepping forward a little but Clancy shouted at him instead furiously. "Don't get involved beast!" He shouted at Scott before looking back at the bishop "You never said anything about an Unholy Book, what is it? Made up by you?" He asked. The bishop finally getting choked to the point of blacking out flared out releasing a miniature wave of positive energy that at first was unnoticed by everyone except Clancy who was blasted few feets back like a ski. He stood back on his feet panting like a dog "No one made the Unholy Book up, it was written by the ancient one!" He responded to Clancy.

He arranged the eyeglasses properly in his eyes then he looked over at me, and his round face broke into a little smile, a smile I had seen on Grey’s face, yes when he was cooking a meal to feed me. I returned the same smile at him, that smile I had when dad would call me his perfect thing, it was such a beautiful moment. The priest rested the Bible at the thick glass table standing in the middle of the altar, my nose told me that he was a werewolf too. " I will continue the speech in respect of a highly ranked member in the pack.” he gently opened the paper wide for him to see, after reading the speech he read from the second chapter of the book of roman, then closed the book after he stopp