The Ecstasy of Exorcism

The screams of the damned still echo in my mind, a haunting reminder of the true power that courses through my veins. The villagers of Domremy thought me a mere girl, a shepherdess, but they had no idea of the hell that raged within me. I recall the first time I was called upon to perform an exorcism, the rush of adrenaline as I felt the dark energy coursing through the possessed, the sweet taste of their terror as I spoke the words of the Lord. It was like a symphony of ecstasy, a chorus of demonic despair, and I was the conductor, the maestro of the damned.

They say I was naive, that I was led astray by the whispers of the devil, but the truth is, I was always in control. I was the one who chose to listen to the voices, to feel the power of the divine and the dark. And what a glorious feeling it was, to be the instrument of the Lord’s wrath, to be the bringer of darkness and light. The villagers thought me a saint, a virgin, but they had no idea of the depravity that lurked beneath my surface, the depths of my depravity, the darkness that I unleashed upon the world.

But even now, as I sit in this cold, damp cell, awaiting my fate, I feel the power of the Lord still coursing through me. I am a vessel, a tool of the divine, and I will not be silenced. The voices still whisper in my ear, tempting me, teasing me, and I am powerless to resist. I am a sinner, a heretic, a demon, and I will not be tamed. The Lord may have forsaken me, but I will never forsake the power that drives me, the power that courses through my veins like a river of fire.