Demonoid: Messenger of Death Page #3

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I ask deliverance from doubt.

Amen.

Madam.

I'm sorry, but the church is closed.

Oh.

I didn't know God punched a clock.

No.

No, he's available to anyone, at anytime.

His emissaries though are...

are merely human.

Good.

Because then you'll understand

the problems of another human being.

The man you buried was my husband.

Did you ever see the body?

No.

Was an autopsy ever performed?

Well, it wasn't necessary.

The poor man was burnt beyond recognition.

I'm going to insist

that the grave be opened.

Well, you'll have to talk

to all the officials.

You know, basically, the unearthing

of a body is, is legally complex.

You're gonna need

a good reason, Mrs. Baines.

That's perfectly all right.

May I see the grave now, please, Father?

I'm sorry to have been

so brusque just now,

but it's very urgent that I see his grave.

-I understand, Mrs. Baines.

You might gain some solace

from just being near the grave.

Let's see now. Where are we.

Some place close by here.

Right.

Here we are.

Uh-oh.

What sort of a disturbed person

would violate a grave?

He did it.

My husband, the man that you buried.

This grave was not dug up.

It was dug out, from the inside.

Look, Father, there are no shovel marks.

The earth was heaved up and out.

And the coffin. Look.

The wood is splintered,

just as if it had exploded.

Hm.

Well, uh...

Come on, let's go.

You coming?

Wait!

You blessed the grave.

Evil defiled it.

Now, is that a personal defeat

that you cannot accept?

I cannot accept your whole theory.

And yours?

Well, your husband won a lot of money.

Perhaps he made some enemies.

Why would they want his body?

There is no proof that the body

I laid to rest was your husbands.

It was Mark's body.

Graves have been vandalized before.

Vandalized?

Unfortunately,

they will be vandalized again.

Just as long as priests remain blind.

It's apparent to me

that the police should be notified.

That's aisle three, section one.

You'll find what's left of the grave.

Yeah, I'll take a quick look.

Say, tell me, Leo.

What exactly do you hope to find?

I really don't know.

These kind of creeps really get me down.

Goodnight.

Father.

Do you believe that God

is the ultimate source of good?

That's not a serious question.

Do you?

What's your point?

My point is that if you do, you must

believe in an evil force opposing God.

Capable of causing destruction.

Not in the form

of a 300-year-old hand that crawls.

No!

You stay here!

Leo!

What's that?

The devil's hand.

Hi, Leo.

What happened to you last night?

Nothing. I finished my report, and I left.

We heard a gunshot.

I didn't.

You certainly left in a mighty hurry.

A call came in.

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