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WARNING: This story contains murder, blood, demonic and sad themes.
That's why it's dark. Sorry, no rape.
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                  Part 5 of, The seven sins and virtues........

    It seems that my love Sarah is not the innocent person I used to
know. She is creating some sort of cult, preaching the end of the world
in fire and blood. Just like my dream. A rain of blood being the scourge
of mankind, soon followed by black fire to remove anything we might have
left behind when we died. At least that was the way in the vision.
    Now I am bound to finding the truth behind all of this. But the
truth is a powerful weapon and a formidable foe.  If I am not careful I
will die before I find the truth. And if I find the truth then I must be
prepared to handle it or that will crush me.
    And then the little kid who was withing my mind. He definitely
represented something, something within me. And the object he held which
I could not see as it really was. Maybe it was the truth that he held, a
truth that I wasn�t able to face yet. Maybe.
    But It is better to keep my thoughts on the here and now. If I
don�t, it will cause me to slip up somehow and die. I could not die
until I knew the truth and stopped whatever is going on.
    So now I am at the chapel, about to enter a place where a baptism is
going on. A baptism done by Sarah for an unknown cause. Whatever is
going on I feel it is evil beyond my greatest fears. Now if only the
angel could save me now.......
    I looked at the black chapel, it looked much newer then when I last
saw it. It was a rectangular building with a triangular tower at the
front where people entered. At the top of the black tower was a black
cross. The cross was broken in half and singed slightly as though one
bore malice towards the teachings of Jesus.
    The whole, massive building fit in well with the clear black sky. It
was a full moon and not a star shone in the sky. It was a wonder why.
    I decided to enter now since it was three minutes before midnight.
By now everyone should be in and the baptism was about to begin. I could
not tell if there were lights on or not. For some reason there were no
windows, just black brick walls which formed perfectly together to make
a smooth surface.
    Then I walked up to the black door and grabbed onto the golden
colored doorknob and twisted it. Then the memory passed by of how old
this was. This chapel was supposed to be the oldest in North America,
the only one to survive for so long. It was closed three years after
opening because of the deaths. Eight people died, each killed by
separate priests who worked here. The place held a record for evil, and
it was following in tradition today.
    As I opened the door, I saw something like all the other visions.
Something depicting darkness and hatred. The number�s 666 over a door.
The door the opened to reveal hundreds of dead. Dead in the most
gruesome of ways. Some were decapitated, others were gutted. And the
unlucky few looked pale and skinny to the bone, as though they were
sdrained of blood. Then the whole room filled with blood pouring from
nowhere, filling the room.
    I then returned to myself and shook of the vision. Everything had
gone to hell the day Sarah returned. That is what the vision I had the
day before she came meant. The evil figure of Sarah dressed all in dark.
It meant this, what she was doing. The visions must be warnings of the
future. That means that everything I see will happen. The rain of blood,
the dead people, everything. And it seemed that I was the only person
who could stop this.
    I opened the door and walked into a dark room. But I noticed the
outline of light showing a door was there. I opened this door to see a
dimly lit room, no one noticed me opening it. The only source of light
were lanterns hanging from the ceiling. These cast shadows in the room
which danced and played as though mocking my attempt to stop this.
    There were dozens wooden pews lined up in the massively large room,
all of them full of people. Each one looked different, of all sizes,
shapes, colors and genders. Each listened to the words preached without
even moving. They seemed like zombies who were bound to Sarah.
    The whole room was rotting wood and the smell of blood hung through
it. Everything was plain wood. It was nowhere near as amazing as all the
other extravagant works of architecture that the other old chapels he
had seen.
    Sarah stood at the end of the room, on top of a large platform. She
stood in front of a podium reading from the same black book as earlier.
But this time she wore a long black robe and her eyes seemed to have a
tint of red.
    But the one major thing in the room was the font behind her. It did
not look as much like a font as a fountain. It was made of white
limestone and looked as smooth as anything I had every seen before. It
had two circular layers. One large base which was filled with a red
liquid. The second layer was smaller then the base but looked the same
and was filled with the red liquid. As the second layer overflowed, the
liquid fell into the base where it rested. In the middle of the top part
was a limestone pillar going up for a foot. The base and the second
layer of the font had exquisite designs on it depicting evil. Gargoyles
and demons stuck out from it in a position of hatred and power. Skulls
were molded into the limestone to inspire fear into all whose eyes had
laid upon Then in a final design on it there was a demon. He was in an
attacking position with his bat like wings spread out as though to fly.
It had large fangs and horns coming out from its head showing it�s
demonic nature. And finally, it�s mouth was open fiercely as a red
liquid, blood, spewed out from it.
    This sight made me sick, as all my fears of evil were finally
confirmed. It almost made me sick to see such a disgusting image. But
time did not permit it, I had to wait until I knew what was going on
before acting.
    I heard Sarah talk but I didn�t want to hear what she said, it made
me almost as sick as the sight of blood. Then I looked above her to see
a glass ceiling. It was above both her and the font. Making the
moonlight cast a sinister glow onto that area.
    I then focused my attention on the words spoken by Sarah in a vain
hope of trying to figure out what this baptism was about. �People,
listen! The time of salvation has come. It is time to be baptized into
the land of darkness. To serve Satan in all things and to find
protection within his shadow! When you are baptized with this blood, you
shall be saved from the blood that will rain down on those who do not
believe! The dark fires shall ignore you and you will live on and
witness paradise!�
    That�s when I felt it was terrible as the crowd screamed out in
agreement. It was sickening to see this, to hear the words of a love one
in an evil way. To hear her indorse Satan and talk of the end of
mankind. This was terrible and I must stop it no matter what.
    The people in the pews began to get up and in single file they
walked towards the font I knew they were about to be baptized into the
darkness.
    As they approached, they stood in front of the font, each one by one
was baptized. Each sprinkled on the head three times with blood and the
pentagram traced onto their heads with the blood. And as she did it to
all the hundreds of people Sarah ushered these words to each one. �I now
baptize you into the family of Satan. Now you will serve him as your
only master. You are bound into the darkness and there you shall find
shelter. Your soul is his and as is your trust. If he shall fall, then
so shall you. If he shall live, then so shall you. You are now one with
him and he will love you and keep you within his graces least you stray
from the darkness.�
    I felt my anger raging within me at hearing those words, over and
over again. They would haunt my mind forever. They were memorized by me
as I heard them hundreds of times. But a voice within me calmed me
saying, �You draw no power from hatred as others do. So let your despair
and hope rule and clarity will come.�
    Once all the people were baptized Sarah spoke as loud as she could.
�You six hundred and sixty six people have become enlightened by the
truth. The truth that salvation comes from the darkness, not the light.
But now we have a mission to complete, a mission to bring judgement to
those who oppose Satan and his wishes. Now we must leave to help him
bring the end to the nonbelievers and paradise to you, the believers.�
This was followed by another large shout.
    Then an explosion went off. The glass roof shattered and shards fell
onto the people like rain. And then other explosions went off blowing up
various parts of the building. The walls and the roof were falling apart
as pieces of both glass and wood began to fall.
    The people were in distress and ran amok. But Sarah took the
authority position she was in before and rallied the people. �Stop this,
now! Let�s get out of here.� They all followed her out the door, never
noticing me. I was glad they never but a little disappointed. As she
left the building I heard her mumble, �Damn Angels!�
    After they had all left, I decided it was my time to go, since there
was no reason to be here now that they were gone. And the fact that the
explosions still persisted. But then the thought approached me as I
decided to escape. Did angel�s cause this, like the one in my dream.
Maybe angels really existed. I wouldn�t be surprised with all the hell
going on lately, the whole world was screwed up. But that was a question
that would have to be answered one he escaped the chapel.
    I ran out of the door and across the street where there was a small
wooded area where I did behind some tree�s and watched as the whole
building went up in a huge explosion. Fire burned all around and the
ground felt the pain as much as the building did.
    It would be hell for the police to find and question a person who
was around and knew of this. I really had to pity them for this
incident. I just hoped that they never found anyone related to this. And
hoped if they did, that it was not me.
    But as I looked at the flaming wreckage I couldn�t help but wonder.
Wonder about the angel�s, the serving Satan cult and the fact that Sarah
led it. And then I blacked out again and had another vision. They were
rather inconvenient.
    I saw a room of shadows, everything was black. In the middle of the
darkness was a black jet pillar that was a little taller then me. It was
very elaborately done with various skulls and demonic symbols on it. But
what caught my eyes was what was on top of it.
    There was a large white, diamond shaped crystal, about as big as my
hand. It radiated a holy, white light in this place of darkness. Then I
reached for it and the vision ended.
    This was one more question to add to the endless list. Everything
had gone to hell. Talk of demons angels and the end of the world filled
my mind. I wanted to stop thinking about them but I couldn�t. Something
wouldn�t let me.
    And I could not cry, for all my tears had been used up weeping for
Sarah when she vanished. And I did not feel anything, except hope and
despair mixed into one. All my vengeful urges and hatred had gone. All
my happiness and my humor had vanished. All that was left was hope and
despair. Why?
    These questions would take along time to answer, it was not a one
night thing. And Sarah had to be found, then stopped. But I was tired,
and had to rest. So I decided to go home, mom was probably worried sick
about me. She doesn�t even know Sarah�s back, I should tell her that as
well.
    Something gnawed at me from the inside, it told me I would soon find
the truth, a truth I craved so dearly for. But it would come with a
price. A price so great that everything would
change after the truth was known.
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