“Sancte Michael Archangele, defende nos in proelio.” Her flesh—burned and swollen with sores, bulges as he recounts the rite of exorcism. Crucifix in hand, he stands firm—gaze fixed upon the demon who looks back with equal disdain—its jagged smile oozing with malice. He shouts from the heart—commanding and full of feeling.
I cast thee out, unclean spirit!
The demon’s shriek shatters the windows, but his will is greater. “In nómine Pátris, et Fílii, et Spirítus Sancti. Amen!”
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