Anthony Samuel Policastro Absence of Faith (v5.0) (pdf)

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when it began to blur out of focus, and then it slowly faded away.
Retaliation - Chapter 39
The six men climbed the small hill. When they reached the top
they could barely see the tall spire of St. John's Roman Catholic Church
in the silvery light. The men wore navy blue work pants and shirts so
they were not readily visible despite the dim glare of the full moon. They
descended on the church like a pack of red wolves running the 200 yards
to the back of the church in minutes. When they reached the white stucco
building, they crouched down and opened their backpacks in unison as
if they had rehearsed the scenario many times. The first man took out a
long crow bar and wedged its flat end between the door and frame a few
inches above the doorknob.
"Crack!" the wood gave way and the door easily splintered revealing
the door's bolt. He jammed the crow bar between the doorjamb and the
bolt and pried the bolt back and the door opened.
The six men quickly entered and the last man closed the door behind
him. They ran through a narrow hallway, up two flights of stairs and
then poured out into the altar area like a swarm of flies. Their bright
Xenon flashlights created a disco-like scene as the bluish white beams
danced around the narrow passageway and into the main church area.
The men dug in their backpacks and pulled out small hatchets and
sledgehammers. They looked around moving their beams in all
directions. Then one of them slammed his hammer into the statue of the
Virgin Mary beheading the five-foot structure. Large chunks of the icon
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broke off and crumbled into thousands of smaller pieces that ran away in
all directions when they hit the oak floor. The cracking of the statue
seemed to signal the start an all out frenzy. The other men quickly began
smashing other statues and two men used hatchets on the altar making
large gashes in the old wood. One grabbed the chalice burse, ripped it
from the altar, and threw it on the floor. Another man tore the altar cover
off and placed it in a pile next to the burse. Another man came over with
a half gallon jug of clear liquid and carefully poured it over the pile of
cloth and then placed a small cardboard box the size of a deck of cards
under the pile. He slowly pulled a small string out of the box.
"Okay, let's get the hell out of here!" he shouted.
The men rushed out of the area, down the narrow stairway and
through the hallway to the back door. Once outside they sprinted back
into the woods like a heard of deer running from a predator. The men
vanished into the blackness of the backwoods like peccant specters.
Within minutes a there was a low rumbling inside the church until
the pressure was so great that the six 12-foot stained glass windows blew
out almost simultaneously. White-hot flames spewed out of the gaping
holes like gigantic blowtorches instantly burning away the wooden
walls. Within seconds the entire structure was a large fireball with wild,
violent flames racing upward.
When the first fire truck arrived nine minutes later, the 40-foot spire
had collapsed taking what was left of the roof. Twenty-two minutes later
the walls fell into a fiery pile of charred and deformed wood. Four
firemen focused two hoses on the fire merely to contain the flames.
Within minutes, there was nothing recognizable in the pile of blackened
wood and metal. One firefighter approached the chief surveying what
was once a thriving, living church.
"I have never seen a fire burn so hot so fast," the firefighter noted.
"Definitely arson," the chief said. "Unlike the other four - they used a
hell of an accelerant. They must have used jet fuel or something just as
powerful because whoever did this wanted to make sure this church was
completely destroyed."
The Accused - Chapter 40
"Welcome everyone. Welcome to the good times!" Kyle Mabus said
to the coven of thirteen individuals, who had joined his cult. Other
groups of thirteen stood nearby and conducted a similar ceremony.
"Satan and I would like to thank you for showing faith in him. We
are sure we can all work together to finally defeat the diseased minds of
the prophets of the world who seek to condemn our mighty lord Lucifer.
Our master has regained his position of prominence in the world and
those of us who help him will be rewarded beyond our wildest dreams.
Those who work against him will have unfortunate events," he said.
"Worship here consists of three basic rituals," he went on. "Sexual - to
fulfill a desire; Compassionate - to help one another and Destructive - to
eliminate anger, annoyance and hate. Tonight we have prepared the
path for you to make contact with Satan. Nidel is our altar tonight...you
see her naked before her master. She represents carnal power and lust,"
Kyle said pointing to Nidel, the woman with the long red ponytail. She
was lying on her back nude on a table behind him. The table was raised
with two cinder blocks under each leg.
"Now everyone...gather close to the edge of the pentagram and repeat
after me," he commanded.
"Emperor Lucifer, master of the rebellious spirits, I beg you to be
favorable..." Kyle paused and waited for the others to repeat.
"Now that I call for your minister the great Lucifuge Rofocale."
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The small crowd repeated the words.
"As I desire to sign a contract with him. In the name of Satan the
ruler of the earth," Kyle said. "...The king of the world, I command the
forces of darkness to bestow their infernal power upon me. Open wide
the gates of Hell and come forth from the abyss to greet me as your
brother and friend. Grant me the indulgences of which I speak. I have
taken thy name as part of myself. I live as the beasts in the fields,
rejoicing the fleshly life. By all the gods in the pit, I command that these
things of which I speak shall come to pass."
Kyle picked up an athame off the table, a ceremonial dagger that
tapered towards the point.
"Now each and every one of you, repeat after me, 'Hail Satan, Hail
Satan, Hail Satan,'" Kyle said holding the dagger in front of his face.
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