[ WP ] An exorcism of a young girl , in the perspective of the demon .

I made it smile the terrible smile humans found so disconcerting. 
 
 I knew what a pitiful sight the young girl now offered. It was, after all, my craftsmanship. 
 
 I had chosen a beautiful young specimen to carve my mark. It had had a nice olive skin and bouncy black curls, a slender body and a naïve heart. 
 
 Oh, the look of it now! I laughed and the echo of the cavernous sound came back to me, I could hear its pain in my laughter. 
 
 I had hurt it so much and the memory of it was pleasant. 
 
 It had not eaten or drunk in days. The curls were now hanging flatly on the side of its face. The olive skin was waxy and the fever had made it so thin, its hips were protruding. 
 
 And it could see all that I was doing to it, and it could hear the song of folly I sung in its feeble mind. And I knew there was no innocence left in its heart. 
 
 Sweetness… 
 
 The priest had been speaking with the parents in the hall. They thought I did not know they were there, silly things. 
 
 They thought they would cast me away, send me back to whence I came. 
 
 The door opened and the priest came in, all adorned in its pious garments. 
 
 “ Hello, David. It has been such a very long time. ” I made the girl greet him. 
 
 “ Hello, Sasha. I don ’ t believe we have met. ” He replied softly. 
 
 “ Oh, no no. David! Do you not remember me? Do you not remember the small Denis? I do. He was such a sweet boy! Do you know his parents visit his tomb *religiously*? ” The girl was staring deep into the priest ’ s eyes, unblinking. 
 
 The priest was taken aback, obviously. And I made it laugh louder, forcing its voice out, and I knew its pain. 
 
 I sighed in delight. 
 
 Its parents came in. 
 
 “ Sam, Lillian! Good evening. ” I made it say. 
 
 A desperate gasp escaped from the mother. 
 
 “ No, do not be sad! This would have never happened if not for you. You should rejoice! I know all the terrible things you use to say to her, Lillian. What a terrible girl she was, how she was a mistake. ” I crafted a vicious grin on the girl's face. 
 
 The mother left the room, crying. 
 
 “ Only you boys, then. Pity. ” it said, flirting. 
 
 The priest and fathers were mumbling their prayers, back and forth, back and forth. 
 
 The priest took out the holy water. This was my cue. The fun part was now. 
 
 I made the girl moan and wriggle, jump when the droplets hit its body, shout in anger and agony. 
 
 Sweetness… 
 
 And the walls were trebling, the lights dimming, no other sound but its cries were heard. 
 
 “ Holy Lord, almighty Father, everlasting God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, who once and for all consigned that fallen and apostate tyrant to the flames of hell, who sent your only-begotten Son into the world to crush that roaring lion; hasten to our call for help and snatch from ruination and from the clutches of the noonday devil this human being made in your image and likeness… ” recited the priest. 
 
 And the girl ’ s body thrashed at my command. It twisted and turned, its bonds burning its skin, its voice escaping it, its heart racing an inch away from release. 
 
 These were the final pains it would endure. This were my last moments of delight. 

