"Demons... They are sinful souls. They are human souls that have escaped from Hell. They are greedy and psychopathic beings."
The one who said this was an old man with a beard. I had taken a seat all the way at the back of the cinema. There were a few people there with me, not many. I didn't even know why I had come, but something inside me told me I needed to be there. That strange feeling awakened a foolish curiosity in me. I started watching the man as if I were watching a play.
"Yes, these freakish beings, when they come into the world of the living, crave human souls. They always prefer the youngest souls.
But don't worry—they won't harm you. In this ritual, we will sacrifice young souls so they won't hurt us."
"When the demon arrives, no one must speak, and you must ignore any questions it asks. Otherwise, it might eat your soul too. I'm talking about your life here, so please be careful."
I thought to myself: A demon? Are such beings really living in this world?
Actually, was there any point in questioning it? In a city destroyed by nuclear war, inside an abandoned cinema, a group of people gathering children to perform a demonic ritual—should I really be questioning the existence of demons right now?
Anyway, I thought, let's watch the show of these crazy people.
A small child was brought onto the stage.
Dragged, really.
Then the old man shouted:
"Audi me, o peccatricis anima, veni ad mundum nostrum!"
After shouting this, he stabbed the child in the stomach and pulled a cleaver out of his pocket. I was completely shocked at that moment.
What happened next is stomach-turning... If you want to hear it, I'll tell you.
Tears were falling from the child's eyes.
The old man first slowly pushed the cleaver into the child's stomach.
Slowly, very slowly...
The child's eyes filled with pain, and he collapsed to the ground.
Then the man turned over the child's body lying on the ground.
He slowly skinned one of the child's lungs.
Up until that point, the child had been screaming uncontrollably.
After skinning the lung, the man ripped out the child's vocal cords.
He was about to move on to the liver when it seemed the child had died.
The body went into shock from the buildup of energy.
Blood flooded the stage.
After removing the liver, the man finally cut out the heart—bare-handed, without gloves.
He set aside the lung, heart, and liver.
Then he pointed at a bald man sitting seven rows ahead of me.
"The demon has chosen you, my friend.
Don't worry—you won't die,"
said that psychopathic son of a bitch.
The bald man walked onto the stage. The old man started muttering something in Latin again. Suddenly, the bald man froze. He started trembling. He began stomping his feet. He started scratching his arms. And then, he stopped.
"By what right have you summoned me here?"
"I'm sorry, sir, please don't get angry.
We have a gift for you. Please accept it."
The bald man suddenly started laughing.
"Finally, I'm getting the respect I deserve,"
he said, and started eating the cut-up organs like a dog. First the heart, then the lung, and finally the liver. He tore into them savagely.
At the end, he said:
"The soul is lost. Thank you.
In return for this pitiful soul, you may make a wish to me."
"I just want an answer from you, my sir,"
said the old man.
"Interesting. And what is it?"
"Where is Asmodeus?"
The bald man paused.He stayed silent for two minutes.
Then he burst out laughing uncontrollably.
"THAT COWARDLY ANGEL HAS DESCENDED TO THE HUMAN WORLD. IF I EVER MET HIM, I'D FUCK HIM!"
Then the bald man collapsed.
The old man suddenly became ecstatic,
and everyone in the hall started clapping and shouting:
"LONG LIVE FATHER!"
To Be Continued...