by J.R. Bowles
CHAPTER 35
His stomach rumbled from hunger; no wonder―he hadn't eaten all day. Thomas rubbed the stubble on his face realizing, he hadn't shaved or bathed either. He still sat naked. Over and over he kept thinking about Becky.
Angel ― was she really an Angel? Did Angels share carnal knowledge with man? He didn't think so.
He remembered the passage in the Bible about Lucifer's Angels coming to earth and fornicating with man. Yes, the woman had probably been one of Lucifer's Angels. The women were called “succubus” or was that “incubus,” stalactites hang tight and stalagmites stand with might, yes that was it: succubus like to suck, while incubus stuck it in. That was the way he remembered it.
When the last vision had occurred he had screamed out loud as the sound had kept drumming in his head. He felt as if he were losing his mind. He had contemplated killing himself, but he couldn't, God might forgive the fornication but never suicide.
But as he had sat there alone, sometimes praying, sometimes staring off into space he had come to the conclusion it was time to act. He would use the money that had been given to him, even if it came from the devil himself and he had figured that was exactly the source from which it came.
He would find the Beast and he would destroy him.
