𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐋 𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐇𝐈𝐌, leaving her to convulse and thrash her bound limbs against anything that could possibly set her free. All attempts to loosen those bindings were in vain, however, as the fabric he had used to keep her body pinned down had been sanctified with holy water, leaving her to bellow and shriek whilst her family observed in abject horror behind them.
Strange symbols began to glow along those bindings as the exorcist recited something only she could hear, in some foreign, forgotten language. Though Suguru’s goal wasn’t to appeal to the woman underneath him —- no, instead, he sought to PROVOKE; to force the demon using her body as a host into submission so he could exorcise it thoroughly. His thumb pressed roughly against her forehead as his eyes focused solely on hers, ignoring the burst vessels there, the bloodshot scleras. His hymn picked up in speed and intensity as her skin burned and boiled, veins extruding from pale flesh as something else danced beneath the surface, desperate to emerge.
This is where most exorcists went wrong. Death reared its ugly head in these moments, tracing the shell of a possessed mind with a promise of peace, of eternal rest —- something these victims had gone so long without that it almost felt like a miracle to be offered it. What they didn’t know was that any offer to end their suffering in the middle of an exorcism like this was a one-way ticket to eternal damnation… But Geto Suguru was better than most exorcists, if not all —- he was in a league all his own, often referred to as the deadliest weapon the Vatican had in its arsenal; used in desperate situations when all other attempts to snuff out evil had failed.
Suguru made these kinds of exorcisms look easy.
What must’ve felt like an eternity to this girl and her scared shitless family occupied mere seconds of Suguru’s evening. He had pulled that darkness out of her gaping mouth like it was nothing —- his long fingers splayed out above her, hovering, whilst she choked out that vile black sludge of filth and decay. Obsidian smoke swirled around them, as if searching for something, or someone, only to find the exorcist’s lure impossible to deny. The smoke all but screamed as Suguru absorbed it through the palm of his hand, becoming its final host before disappearing entirely.
He ignored the rush of blood to his head as he removed himself from atop the young girl, now freed from the clutches of whatever demon had sought to make a home out of her. He untied her bindings and was quick to remove himself from the scene as her family rushed forward, desperate to make sense of it all as the girl came back to herself, disoriented and confused.
It was only as he reached for the door that he caught a whiff of something unusual —- and, more importantly, inhuman. Suguru’s eyes darted up into the rafters of the space he currently occupied, seeking out the source of that prickling sensation at the nape of his neck. Something was definitely not right…
Had he failed to absorb the entity? No, Suguru sure as hell felt the weight of that evil in the very marrow of his bones, threatening to come back up and wreak all sorts of havoc along the way. This was something else entirely.
❝ Out. You all need to get out of here, right now! ❞ Suguru demanded, his tone as urgent as it was angry as he threw open the main doors. He watched as they all scurried out of the small abandoned warehouse, practically tripping over each other as they sought refuge from whatever being had infiltrated the building. Suguru reached for the gun tucked neatly into the holster at his side, obscured by his long, billowy black jacket.
He waited until everyone was out of harm’s way, before taking a confident step back into the surrounding darkness. ❝ Alright, let’s not play games. Show yourself —- I know you’re in here. No use in hiding now. ❞ // @limitlesses.
