Possession

The Lord is my Shepherd, I shall not–

Quit your snivelling! You wanted this, padre, oh, don’t try and tell me you didn’t. Your hands all over them, in them; you did all the things you’d only dreamed of–

– he maketh me lie down in green pastures–

– ruttin’ your way through every whore and virgin in town, cock so sore I thought the fucking thing was gonna fall off–

– yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death–

– an’ killin’ those bitches? Laugh! Haven’t had such a good one in centuries! You and me, padre! Good times!

— I fear NO EVIL!

Too late!