Once upon a time, in a remote village nestled deep within a dense forest, there lived an old priest named Father Lucas. He was known for performing exorcisms, chasing away dark spirits from the troubled souls who came to him. He was fearless, at least that’s what everyone thought—until one fateful night when something far worse than an exorcism came knocking at his door.
One evening, Father Lucas was approached by a desperate woman named Elara. Her brother, Aiden, had fallen mysteriously ill. No doctor could help, and soon it became clear that the cause was not of this world. Aiden had been possessed by a malevolent entity, and Elara begged Father Lucas to perform an exorcism.
The old priest agreed, thinking it was just another battle with a dark force. He gathered his sacred tools: holy water, his crucifix, and the ancient book of prayers passed down through generations. With Elara by his side, he ventured into her home, where Aiden lay bound to his bed, eyes black as coal, skin pale as death.
Father Lucas began the ritual, chanting the sacred words, splashing holy water on Aiden’s tortured body. At first, the demon inside Aiden thrashed and screamed, the usual signs that the exorcism was working. But then, something strange happened. The temperature in the room plummeted, the walls seemed to close in, and a foul stench filled the air. Aiden stopped moving entirely, his body stiff and lifeless.
Suddenly, the candles around them flickered out. The air became thick, almost as if the darkness itself was alive. Father Lucas paused, sensing a presence in the room, something far more ancient and powerful than any demon he had ever faced.
From the shadows, a voice whispered, cold and sinister: “You think an exorcism can save him? What I bring is far worse.”
Father Lucas trembled. This wasn’t a mere demon; this was a force that transcended even the rules of heaven and hell. It was a creature older than time, a being that didn’t just possess bodies—it devoured souls, erasing them from existence itself.
“You can banish demons, but what can you do against me, priest?” the voice taunted.
With that, Aiden’s body began to levitate, not by force but as if the very fabric of reality was bending around him. His eyes opened again, but this time they weren’t black—they were empty, void of any life or soul. The entity had consumed Aiden’s essence, leaving nothing behind but a hollow shell.
Father Lucas, paralyzed by fear, realized that no prayer or ritual would stop this ancient horror. He could only watch as the darkness consumed the room, swallowing Aiden’s lifeless body into oblivion.
The next morning, Father Lucas was found sitting at the edge of the village, eyes wide with terror, unable to speak. He never performed another exorcism again, for he had seen what was truly worse: not possession, but the complete and utter erasure of a soul—a fate even demons feared.