Holy Communion

img_1401-2“You seek answers to a question you do not fully understand,” seethed the darkness from within Father Bellemare. “Could this be a question of religion, and, subsequently, an answer of Faith? Yes, I think so!” — the sonorous boom of that dark laughter shook the floorboards — “Which would put you at the mercy of mine blessing — of my nurturing nature.” Every word he spoke seemed to roll off a pointed tongue. So sharp. So bonafide. “I see that you already feel the devotion — that you have seen glimpses into the Fire! Yes!?! So then, given your history, you understand quite passionately that enlightenment can only be achieved once you have received the sacrament. Clear your mind. Eat of my body and drink that which is my blood. Only after the blessing of mine communion will you hear the Fire!” roared the voice. “Only then will you see–” the voice of possession was interrupted. Rival personalities existing within Father Bellemare struggled for supremacy. His body writhed, and an inhuman laughter convulsed his chest. “Pay the toll!” cried a voice of pain. “Pay the toll of flesh and blood,” convinced another. “The body — the body,” rallied a third voice. “Taste the sacrament,” cajoled the second voice. Father Bellemare’s veins were bulging now and his eyes were lost in a surge of blood. He smacked his head violently to alleviate the grinding of his teeth. His bones began to tighten and pop. First his fingers then his wrists and ankles. His back arched so violently that his ribcage cracked and he was lifted from the sofa. “Upon the body! Upon the body!!” whimpered a voice that was truly Father Bellemare’s…

On the principles of Communion — Aristeia – A Dance with Fate

Illustration from Andreas Cellarius — Harmonia Macrocosmica 

About Connor Wilkins

Quickly, quickly... take your seat. Our storyteller is about to begin. Shhhh. Listen... His pipes are fluting emotions of myth and fable, but don't be fooled by fantasia for there are truths hidden within his unworldly tellings. We're drifting now... back in time to a world only he remembers.
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