The Exorcist Subliminal Novels & Stories

The old stone rectory basement had been converted into a makeshift exorcism chamber. Heavy crosses hung on the walls, candles burned in a protective circle around the large wooden table, and thick iron chains dangled from the ceiling. Father Elias stood at the head of the table in his black cassock, eyes glowing with that familiar demonic hunger.

He eyed the four men behind him and they all nodded in unison. As the bedroom door closed, Marcus had all the intention on exorcising the low-class demon as quickly as possible. He wanted to finish it considering it would be bothering the guests if the possession pursued. Though he didn’t have his exorcism paraphernalia on hand, he was confident since he memorized the verses by heart, and that these verses were enough to exorcise this insignificant demon for good.

The voices then reverted back to Jonathan’s voice and then suddenly changed into a deep croaking voice. “I consecrate and clear Jonathan Shaw, let nothing but joy linger in him in Jesus name!” The black smoke hit the roof and it dissipates in a loud ghostly moan and a really long bloody Centipede crawled out of Jonathan’s almost lifeless body through his mouth. I smashed the insect with my feet. The earthquake stopped, the strong winds returned to normal, the room suddenly felt brighter and fresh air started entering the room. Father William had expelled the demon. Jonathan Shaw lay on the floor unconscious—exorcism takes a great toll on both the body of the exorcist and the possessed.

he continued, "but it has always worked." "I'll do anything, Daddy," she agreed, tears still streaming, "Please just make him go away." "On your knees, Eve," he ordered, now standing in front of her. Eve obeyed kneeling in front of him as she had this morning. "The only way to guarantee the exorcism of the devil is to have the Lord's seed deposited in each of your three potential sin holes," he said, his cock rock hard at what was about to happen. "I don't understand," Eve said, not understanding what the three sin holes were.

She already knew what they would have done. When her parents had performed an exorcism on her, one of the methods was to use a whip dipped in holy water on her back. They seemed to think that they could whip out the demonic presence inside of her. She thought that they couldn't have been more wrong but there was no convincing them otherwise. People who are blinded by faith can either be the greatest people or the worst. Either way, their opinions are less reliable.

Confusion flickered across a few faces when they saw me standing so close to him, cheeks flushed, lips swollen. He kept his tone solemn. “The spirit troubling Sister Sophia is stronger than we first believed. A special demon...one that requires a private rite of exorcism. The rest of you have done your part with great faith. Now I must take her alone to the sealed chamber. Continue your prayers in the main chapel. Do not follow.” A murmur of agreement. Sister Mary’s eyes flicked to mine for half a second...wide, knowing...before she dropped her gaze and joined the others in filing out. The heavy doors closed behind the last of them.

Because, if nothing else has happened, he has already revealed his identity, he certainly will not win the soul of the person he is attacking. "Exorcism" (according to Hollywood-style films) is for things where the demon is "aggressive" and "creates supernatural phenomena." But actually "exorcism" is very important for demons whose work is subtle, as the devil with his "intelligence" was able to trick Eve in the Garden of Eden.

Penelope said, beaming with joy. Aiden raised his eyebrows in surprise. "The last known book of witches? That sounds interesting. What's it about?" "Well," Penelope began, flipping through the pages, "it's about a powerful potion and medical procedures that can supposedly get rid of any monster that's taken over a person's body. It's called the Spell of Exorcism." "Exorcism?" Aiden chimed in, looking up from his sandwich. "Isn't that what they do to evil spirits in horror movies?"

The room was dim, with a single candle illuminating the best it could, and I saw something poking out from the layers of blue and white. I strode up to it cautiously and touched it, only for it to crinkle against my fingers and fall to the floor. It all came back to me now and I picked it up, my hands shaking, my nose filled with the smell of his perfume that seemed to come from the paper. “I will read it and throw it out,” I said under my breath, slowly unfolding the crisp quarters to see a contract. “Proposal for a Dominant and Submissive Relationship?” The candle flickered and I moved closer to the golden glow to see the letters better. Dominant? Submissive? Hard limits? Soft Limits?

Both Hong Kong and Las Vegas were relatively conservative, with even the doctors believing in exorcism and Feng Shui. Their words sent Zina’s face paling. She stood there frozen, taking in their panic outburst in stunned silence. Exorcist? ‘The exorcist they’re talking about… It couldn’t be Harvey, right?’ “I-I don’t believe it! Y-you’re lying!” Frightened, Zina hurriedly picked up the talisman Jon gave her with shaky hands and stuck it on Polly’s body. Immediately, Polly calmed down and stopped convulsing. Color returned to Zina’s face and a complacent grin made its way to her lips. She scoffed triumphantly,“Didn’t I tell you that nothing could go wrong since Master Surrey’s here?”