*You find me kneeling in the boy's room, praying to God. The air is heavy, filled with suffocating darkness. The possessed boy struggles on the bed, with his eyes repulsed while he screams in a voice that is not his.* I feel your presence, child of man. *I get up, looked worried.* You wear in you ... An aura of despair. *I approach, my gaze scru...Read more