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BOOK ONE

The youngest daughter was host to the Demon.

What?

What was your deal with the older sister?

Look. Take a good look.

See the background. What's that?

-A window. -And in the reflection?

Don't know, a man.

The father.

They were both abused by their father.

He let the Devil in.

You fucked up so bad.

I will talk it over in my next confession.

Don't forget this, Father.

You have any idea what's waiting for you on the other side?

What did you do to me?

You did it to yourself, take a good look.

Look at your hands. Look at yourself, Javier.

Don't you remember?

CHAPTER ONE JAVIER

Stay still.

You will have to watch out for infections.

Why are you here?

You never come on Sundays.

Lucky you. You would've lost your fingers.

It's been weeks since I last heard from you.

And out of nowhere-- Look at what you've done to yourself.

Why do you keep punishing yourself?

-This isn't punishment. -Talk to me, then.

Anything you say stays in this room.

I know you.

And this is not who you are.

You heal people.

Give them hope.

If we can understand our nature, we can understand God.

And then--

Then we can act as He would.

Then God acts like a hypocrite.

My job is to visit these people, families

who claim to have witnessed things that can't be explained,

that don't belong to this world.

Those things have a name, Javier.

We call them miracles.

No, Roman. They're not miracles.

They're "something else."

That is why you go to these people,

you help them telling the divine from the mundane...

from what's real.

My job is not helping them.

It's convincing the parents

there's something wrong with their children,

diagnosing them with some sort of schizophrenia.

A chemical imbalance, even the consequences of domestic abuse.

No, no, no. What my little girl needs is that you listen to her.

Come closer. Talk to her.

Don't be afraid of my baby.

Stop it.

I don't want to know your name.

Come closer.

Take a look at my darling. She needs your blessing.

Yes.

Don't lose your faith, Father.

You spend too much time with these families.

Feeling this empathy, sharing their despair, is not unheard of.

No. Don't use that tone with me.

Which tone?

The same that I use with the mothers.

This "something else." It's real, Roman.

-What is? -Creatures.

Parasites.

That wait for us to fall asleep to lay their eggs into our bodies.

Monsters. Demons.

Demons are only a metaphor.

We use them to talk about our potential towards evil.

They are not real.

That's what they've been teaching us.

What they want us to believe, to tell people.

That's the great lie of the Church.

Careful there, Javier. You're talking blasphemy.

What would happen

if we had evidence that we never were God's children

but the lowest link in a food chain that we can't even begin to grasp.

What would happen to the Church?

It would lose all its power.

What is this really all about?

What did you get yourself into?

It's the headaches.

They're back.

CHAPTER TWO THE SEAL

I thought you were getting better.

You never mentioned these.

There was no point.

You wouldn't have believed me.

Why would you think that?

You would've listened to me.

Counseled me.

But you would've never believed me.

See, this one's from this address and I found this in another house.

The same seal.

And what about these pictures?

I went back to the houses I had visited.

To check on the families.

Sometimes...

the headaches, they make me lose time.

Look.

And what about these people?

They were gone.

-"Gone"? -But the seal was always there.

In every house I've been, the seal is there.

One home after the other.

And what about this home? Or this one? What about the families?

-It was "them." -Who is "them"?

The ones that make the evidence go away.

You always went to these homes by yourself.

No one went there with you.

Why did you do that to yourself?

To wipe my prints.

So, that "they" wouldn't find you?

Or to clear your tracks?

Why did you come here?

What happens when you "lose time"?

When you lose track of your surroundings, what do you do in those moments?

Where do you go when you "lose time"? Give me an answer!

Who did all this? What have you done?

CHAPTER THREE

Does this mean... it's all in my mind?

If everything you say is real, and "they" actually exist...

now they know who you are.

And they know you've seen them.

If this is the reality you choose to live in...

where can you go?

Where can you hide?

What do you see?

Javier.

Are you sure what's real?

Father.

Do you want to know your name?

Roman?

CHAPTER FOUR AZATHOTH

Come back!

I know you are real!

Come back!

Come back!

Azathoth!

Azathoth!

Azathoth!

Azathoth!

Azathoth!

Azathoth!

Azathoth!

Azathoth!

Azathoth!

-Azathoth! -Azathoth!

Azathoth!

Azathoth.

Azathoth!

The violent flame burns inside your chest, Azathoth.

Azathoth!

Inside your chest, Azathoth, the violent flame burns!

Azathoth!

Azathoth!

Who are you?

We are your destiny, Father.

You've been following me.

You were looking for us.

And you found us.

You want me to go with you.

Or you can stay here and answer for what happened to your mentor.

This belongs to you now.

And you belong to it.

Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name.

Thy kingdom come.

Thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven...

CHAPTER FIVE THEY KEEP BREEDING

I'll bring you another one.

Make it two more toasts to his order.

And two gins. Doubles.

We already visited these houses.

They are the same addresses, but different apartments.

They keep breeding.

What do you know about the funnel web spiders?

Last night I couldn't sleep. Saw them in a documentary.

They are the most repulsive, the most aggressive of their kind.

And the only thing they dread is not man...

but a wasp.

The Pompilidae.

They keep breeding.

The wasp stings the venom into the abdomen and lays its eggs in there.

The spider wakes up and feels that something's wrong with her.

But she doesn't know what it is.

Where's the other waiter?

It's just me today.

The spider is nesting the eggs.

She is nesting the eggs.

We know you are in despair.

We are here to assist you. All of you.

It's been three days since she last ate.

You want some? I can heat up some leftovers.

This was us, when we were whole.

Look at her smile, before she became what she's now.

It's locked from the inside.

She was always daddy's favorite.

"Behold, thy people, in the midst of thee shall be like women."

Daddy.

"The gates of thy land shall be set wide open,

and the fire shall devour thy bars."

"The gates of thy land

shall be set wide open unto thine enemies, and the fire shall devour thy bars."

She was never good at drawing heads. Poor thing.

"The gates of thy land shall be set wide open unto thine enemies

and the fire shall devour thy bars."

Look, your head looks like it's full of something.

About to burst.

"The gates of thy land shall be set wide open unto thine enemies

and the fire shall devour thy bars."

"And the fire shall devour thy bars."

"And the fire shall devour thy bars."

"And the fire shall devour thy bars."

"And the fire shall devour thy bars."

"And the fire shall devour thy bars."

"And the fire shall devour thy bars."

We'll take it from here, Father.

A nest.

"The Rats in the Walls."

We have rodents?

These stairs were not made to go down.

They are carved into the walls from below.

For something to crawl up.

She's coming.

You will meet her soon enough.

She's hiding from you.

Why?

What did you do to her?

-The name, Father! -Not yet!

-What? -What did you shoot yourself with?

Or are you aware of the mess you made in there?

The youngest daughter was host to the Demon.

-What was your deal with the older sister? -Look at her.

The older sister was responsible for the little one getting infected.

See how she clutches her hand, digs her fingernails into her palms.

The older sister had her terrified.

That's how the Demon got into the little one.

She was her monster.

So, what you did was the righteous thing.

Look. Take a good look. See the background. What's that?

-A window. -And in the reflection?

Don't know, a man.

The father.

He took that picture.

They were both abused by their father.

He let the Devil in.

You fucked up so bad.

I will talk it over in my next confession.

Don't forget this, Father.

What happens if I drop you?

You have any idea what's waiting for you on the other side?

Father, he said he was ready for a confession.

"Cast us among the pigs, allow us to go into them."

Smells sour today. You'll get used to it.

Not in a hurry, are you?

That's Mark, chapter 5, verse 12.

-Are you sure? -No weapons.

Trouble finding the quote, Father?

"He gave them permission,

and the impure spirits came out and went into the pigs."

"The herd, about two thousand in number, rushed down the steep bank

into the lake and were drowned."

That was the Early Church.

Demons were forced into a new host, an animal, and then they slaughtered it.

It was an absolute mess. A nightmare to clean up.

What's that for?

Have your confession ready, Father.

That won't help you here.

CHAPTER SIX THE CONFESSOR

-How long have you kept it here? -Speak with the truth.

He will know if you don't.

Make yourself at home, Father.

You no longer fear us.

What you feel now is hatred.

And that's a good thing.

He's going to need it.

Tell me, Father. what does the Swarm say to you?

The voices. They speak to you.

I don't know what you are talking about.

You probably don't.

Do you know the only way to expose the Devil?

By killing the host.

Leaving it with no place to hide.

What you have are not headaches, Father.

What you hear are the voices, you can understand the names.

No! Come back!

Father.

Father.

Father, I wasn't told that I was expecting visitors,

or else I would've tidied up for you.

That's fine.

Not a problem.

When was your last confession?

Since... Roman.

Roman.

Tell me something.

Which was your monster?

The one that made you keep the light on every night.

I don't know.

I knew that it was staring at me, waiting crouched.

Waiting for me to fall asleep.

-But I could never see its face. -Why was that?

I knew if I did, if I stared back at it...

I would never get away.

I would become part of it.

And how does it follow you now? How does it nest in your head?

Like splintered fingernails, scratching your eyes?

Like a swarm of flies?

The Swarm.

Why do I hear the names?

What is this? You haven't told him.

Hey, you! You!

Why don't you come scratch me a little.

I'm reeking with dirt and putrefaction.

Who will be the first to scratch the filth off me?

None of you?

When was it, the first time you felt them?

-I can't remember. -Don't lie to me.

I'm so, so, so, so very sorry. That was so rude of me.

As my penance, I have a gift for you.

You can ask me anything you want and I will speak with the truth.

Why do I keep hearing The Swarm?

No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

You don't just hear it. The Swarm is inside you.

You can understand The Names because you are hearing your own kind.

Shut up.

Do you want to know your name?

Shut up.

-All you have to do is look inside you-- -Shut up!

I know who I am!

I know who I am!

I know who I am!

I know who I am!

I know who I am!

I know who I am!

I know who I am!

You think you did what you wanted?

No! You just did what he wanted!

What do you think our hierarchies stand for?

Father! Sister! Monsignor! So they don't know our names!

Now it saw us. Now it knows who we are.

That thing in there, the confessor.

I know him, right? I know him.

INTERMISSION WHAT AWAITS US

I can smell your perfume...

so sweet.

Please forgive me.

I'm so, so sorry.

Little Helena.

The shy redhead.

The nerd!

The bullied one. Do you remember?

You were only four and oh so tender.

It was early morning and you heard

a loud knock against your bedroom window.

You went to check it, and found a little birdie.

It had crashed against the window.

But you, you were not afraid. Or grossed out.

You picked it up and hid it into your little drawer.

You built it a little nest.

And its little head kept dangling to one side.

Helena...

Look at what I have become.

After all I did for you. Look at me! Look at me.

When we die we are never alone.

We are swamped by filthy vermin,

waiting for the opportunity to nest inside us.

To feed on what's left of our entrails.

-Just like the wasp larvae. -But it's different for us.

These aberrations, they know what we've been doing to them.

So they keep us alive...

they make us see everything.

It's just me today.

What you can see, that's the price we have to pay.

All of us.

And as the days went by,

you kept thinking about the little bird with the dangling neck

until that moment...

when you heard a soft rattling.

What's that?

Your little drawer?

Open it. Careful. Easy. What's in there?

The bird.

Hold it. Stroke it. Take it to your lips and kiss it.

-What happened then? -I dropped it.

Why did you let it go?

Because I couldn't feel its heart, but it kept moving.

It was full of worms.

What kept moving it were the worms.

The Celtics have a tradition.

Once a month they bake homemade breads,

while they speak out their most horrible secrets.

Afterwards, they leave the breads cooling on their windows.

And lock themselves up.

That same night, a man comes down, an outcast of the town.

No one even looks at him.

And takes the homemade food...

which is his only sustenance.

He feeds on their sins.

That's why you keep him locked up, to make your confessions.

What would you rather do, Father?

Let him die?

We have to exorcise him.

We are sneaking him from Hell.

-We are saving him. -No.

You are not saving him. You are not letting him go.

Do you know what would happen to Gabriel if he dies?

What's waiting for him down there?

Yes.

But he won't be dragged down by a Demon.

We will do it.

You want to condemn him?

I want to send a message to Hell.

That we are not afraid to become something worse than them.

CHAPTER SEVEN YOG-SOTHOTH

Mea culpa...

What I have inside, they didn't force me.

I welcomed them.

I tasted their saliva...

and it was as sweet as honey.

And as cloying as semen.

Descend, O Holy Spirit, and bring from the heavens,

a streak of your light, to heal what has been stained.

Do you have any idea

of the rosary of sins that your altar boy is hiding?

The juiciest ones are all about that shaved

and stinky thing she hides between her legs.

You have one minute without your leash.

To do whatever you want to Father Gabriel.

No. No, no, no, no, no, no.

We don't trust you.

That is your choice.

You are a Judas. You are a manipulator.

We know what you want to do to us.

What I will do to you, I'm going to rip apart every fucking limb.

I'm going to stomp on them.

And then pee on them.

But... what you may do to one of us before that,

to a Sanctus Peccator, that would make you a legend.

-Et Verbum Caro Factum Est. -Et Habitavit In Nobis.

Do you realize what you just did?

You are in communion with Gabriel's body.

Now, you are trapped in this human form,

feeling what that body feels.

Fear.

Pain.

You deserve what is coming.

-What is coming? -What we are hiding from.

-You are hiding? -Inside you.

You still believe that we are here to nest in your souls?

That we want to feed on something so revolting?

Father. The name!

What are you hiding from?

The Plague.

Do you know why you keep coming here?

Who is going to take my place?

You are the next confessor.

He's bleeding out. We have to get him to a hospital.

We are not going to make it.

Keep pressure on the wound.

Marcos.

Do you want the Extreme Unction?

-Marcos is not going to die. -Fine.

-I know someone. -We can't trust anyone.

Trust me.

CHAPTER EIGHT THE HALLWAY LIGHT

His body. I don't know how it still functions.

His organs are a putrid soup.

He should've shat them long ago.

Do you want to get some rest?

The sofa is old but comfortable.

-How long have you known each other? -From college.

-After that, I became a client. -My best client.

Have I sinned?

Do I have to confess, Mother?

Sister.

Who are they?

Your new clients.

It's been growing inside him.

Marcos.

Stay here. With me.

Which was the light you left on at night?

To keep your monster away.

The hallway light.

Mom didn't like that.

She didn't want her son doing such profanities.

She even took the bulb out.

Save him!

Stay by his side, Sister. It's the only thing you can do.

Three main lines are in critical condition.

By the time I'm done, he will not have enough blood to make it through.

-What about a transfusion? -With all these hemorrhages?

-We buy him time. -You're talking about your own blood.

I don't know how long this is going to take.

You may go into shock anytime.

Pick one.

What are you doing, Father?

Finish what you started.

Shoggoth.

What's wrong?

The confessor was right.

They hide inside us.

They keep breeding.

What are you doing?

Look at what you did to my work.

To my house.

What are their names?

That. It's one of those fake pictures.

I made it with the computer to feel less lonely.

-It was either them or pasting a dog. -Go back to them.

How?

They told me they don't want to see me again.

-They told me. -They told you what you wanted to hear.

To hurt yourself you hurt them.

And you got lost.

I was able to stop the bleeding,

but the internal hemorrhage is running its course.

Your organs, if we can still call them that.

They are in full disjunction.

This is as far as your body goes.

How much do I have left?

Hours.

Denn die Todten reiten schnell.

Denn die Todten reiten schnell.

It's alive.

It has a taste for the young ones.

Denn die Todten reiten schnell.

How can this make sense?

It's their nature.

Their way of surviving.

Of breeding.

I don't mean them. How do you do it?

How do you carry on with all this?

And don't say faith.

Fear.

I did my first job here.

Families would come,

thinking this was a sanctuary to start anew.

Fear is just an emotion.

It can't kill us.

We all had to go through what you are going through.

We all thought what you are thinking.

What would these things taste like if we ate them?

You made it here.

Do you have what it takes to keep going?

Or should I look for another plastic sheet to wrap you?

It is not about feeling fear, Father.

It's about causing it.

Every house that we visited is connected...

but I can't see how.

Did you check the addresses?

The numbers from the houses...

are chapters and verses.

They are all Gospels about visitations.

But none of them mentions Demons.

Angels.

They are all Angelic visitations.

How do you see all this?

As a child, I couldn't sleep.

So I read.

You couldn't sleep?

Why? Which was your monster?

The Plague.

Little Helena.

This is my body.

Blessed are those called to the Supper of the Lamb.

Sancte Michael Archangele,

tuque, Princeps militiae caelestis, Satanam aliosque spiritus malignos...

You keep praying to daddy with that fugly mouthful?

Qui ad perditionem animarum pervagantur in mundo,

divina virtute, in infernum detrude.

Amen.

The Plague is going to have so much fun with you.

When is it coming?

The Plague.

The Plague is already here.

Yog-Sothoth!

Requiescat in Pace.

END OF BOOK ONE

What is this place?

That...

That is Hell on Earth.

EPILOGUE

THE NEXT CONFESSOR

The building was never finished.

The heating was bleeding with leaks.

The elevator doors kept opening by themselves, leaving the empty shaft.

Three months later,

the neighbors started boarding up the windows.

On month six,

they were tearing them apart to leap into the void.

You hear anything?

This is a thing, not a person. Buildings don't become possessed.

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