Chapter Sixty: A Case of Spiritual Pathology

The FBI Agent looked at the other investigator with fear in his eyes. The suspect in custody seems to be suffering in psychosis, by the mere look of his demeanor upon close examination, and yet the content of his speech makes sense to him. He recognized its demonic nature, and he is very familiar with it.

The New York City evening was getting scarier as the questioning of the investigation continued.

He is intellectually aware with all the concepts of Satanism because of the unfortunate memory of his past, but he has since then denounced involvement in the cult publicly, and he has gone through several deliverance rituals from Catholic exorcists that it has been a long time since he was last bothered by the bad spirits surrounding his person, and has been diligent enough to protect the naiveness of his soul from demonic attacks in the fullest theological sense.

But now, everything seems to be happening again. He was too scared of the thought. He cannot go back to that very dark place.

He nodded to the other investigator in the room, a nod which means that this criminal has just been confirmed as the murderer. He never revealed his personal experiences with the occult to anyone, and this particular case is starting to give him the creeps. It was as if his entire life lately has been written in a script that is being assiduously followed by the direction of an unseen executor. He is quite convinced that this is a celestial phenomenon, he is very sure of that. The evil spirits were not yet through with him. They promised to go back after him in one of those deliverance rituals.

He needed to exit the interrogation room because he was feeling sick on how the serial killer describes to him with great clarity about the details of the graphic murders. Between the words of the multiple confessions, he could hear a sinister voice that facilitates the playing of the complete illusion of the scenes inside his head. He was able to definitely read and visualize the criminal act with stunning accuracy, not as an ordinary illusion but in the vividness of the naked truth. It was as if he could see the murders replaying in his mind like the reel of a film, with all of the confessed murders in their full details, and it made him nauseous, sick to the pit of his stomach, and grossly terrified.

He immediately went to the toilet to wash his face. There was something hidden within those confessed killings, he was quite sure of that fact. Whether or not it was divinely inspired or something demonic meant to merely haunt him, he wasn't quite so sure, anymore.

However, the message is as clear as white diamond. There was a nagging feeling that rushed through him; the serial killing will not stop just yet. The next murder is scheduled to happen through the utility of another person.

As it begins to dawn on his consciousness that the serial killers were only being used by an invisible element in a demonic possession to whatever is the end to be achieved, the killings will definitely ensue, but he cannot reveal what he knows about it. He was tempted himself by the evil spirits in the same manner.

No matter how hard he wanted to overcome his fear, he still cannot verbalize his suspicions. It was the precondition to his exorcism and deliverance from evil, a solemn vow that he made before the altar of God.

But of course he knew his suspicions are not unfounded, there is not a single doubt. The celestial enemy is definitely here, and it is very chilling to think that the vulnerability of the human flesh is now under attack, defenseless and totally weakened. The worse part of this revealed demonology is that nobody wss expressly cognizant of the correct interpretation of its revelation, except maybe for a chosen few with the curse of a third eye.

Fear is leaving a bad taste in the mouth. Everybody is an open target by now.

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