Re: Wednesday, June 18th 1924: The Witching Hour
In reply to novissimo (msg # 108):
"Prayers to some false deities won't save you now," says the voice emanating from the ooze. You see the monster begin to gather itself, its long tendrils retreating into its larger mass. "I shall flay your souls and shatter your minds. Here I am GOD!!!"
At the last word the ooze explodes, splattering on the walls and party alike. Looking at your hands which you threw in front of your face at the sound of the explosion, they are covered in a black ichor. Despite its viscous nature, it clings to your skin. "Its time for the darkness outside to match the darkness within."
Suddenly, the ooze begins to creep up your arms and legs. As you frantically attempt to scrap the monster from your skin, a faint voice fills the air.
"My Lord, you are all powerful, you are God, you are Father. We beg you through the intercession and help of the archangels Michael, Raphael and Gabriel, for the deliverance of our brothers and sisters who are enslaved by the evil one. All saints of Heaven, come to our aid."
Your efforts do little to stop the progress of the ooze as it moves closer to your head and neck. You can feel the little that stained your face move towards your eyes and mouth.
"From anxiety, sadness and obsessions, we beg You. Free us, O Lord."
You feel your ears and nose fill.
"From every sort of spell, malefic, witchcraft, and every form of the occult, we beg You,
Free us, O Lord."
You open your mouth to scream only for more of the ooze to rush forward.
"Lord, You Who said, 'I leave you peace, My peace I give you,' grant that, through the intercession of the Virgin Mary, we may be liberated from every evil spell and enjoy your peace always. In the name of Christ, our Lord. Amen."
The world goes black.
This message was last edited by the GM at 06:35, Mon 15 July 2019.