Demonoid: Messenger of Death Page #4

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Whats the matter with you, Father?

You're beginning to sound like a cop.

We found a body.

It's left hand severed off.

Maybe a cult of, uh,

weirdos out to cast a spell.

Maybe a...

group trying to appease

an angry god, huh Father?

It's a possibility.

Wonder how that stuff looks in the ring.

It has been a long time

since I've been in one.

Let me see if I can find you

a sparring partner.

All right.

How about Hoyt?

How about me?

All right. You're on.

Are you all right? You're limping.

Oh, a souvenir from the wars.

It gets like this when I...

when I overuse it.

What can I do for you?

Father, I need your help.

Did you speak with Sargent Matson?

Better than that. I fought with him.

And he doesn't have any superhuman powers.

It was a friendly match.

Well, then the hand does not

possess Sargent Matson.

Well, there's another line of reasoning.

Oh, there is no hand. Right?

Mrs. Baines. You're distraught.

Grieved. Emotionally wrought.

Father, I'm staying at the Cottage Inn.

Bungalow 17. The number's on the card.

And I'll be there

until I destroy the hand.

Excuse me, ma'am. Is this your car?

Oh, hello.

It's, uh, Sargent Matson, isn't it?

I asked about your car.

Yeah, this is my car. It's rented.

Stolen.

What?

You can't be serious. You remember me.

I met you with

Father Cunningham last night.

I... excuse me, I mean, I have a rental

contract, if you want to see that.

I'm not a car thief.

Right now you're a suspect,

and suspects have to go to the station.

Now, wait a minute.

I mean, have I got a choice?

- We all have choices, ma'am.

- Well, you're not giving me any!

- You're wasting time.

- You are making a big mistake.

You're under arrest.

Ow!

What the hell is this all about?

You know what the hell it's all about.

Yes, Officer. What can I do for you?

What do you want?

Either you cut my hand off,

or I'll kill you.

Why did she seek me out?

Why did you send her to me?

I want to help her.

But how can I help her when I have so many

of my own personal doubts?

Father, I ask you for your strength

and your guidance.

What are you gonna do with the hand?

In a word...

It's your gift.

You set it free. Now it's yours.

Uh uh. No straps, no gas,

just cut.

In the name of God, don't do it.

In the name of evil, you and I must obey.

It's going to be very painful

because this cauterizes and cuts.

God.

Good evening. Cottage Inn.

Bungalow 17, please.

One moment, please.

I'm sorry, Mrs. Baines

is not in her room yet.

Would you tell her

that Father Cunningham called?

And for her to give me a call,

no matter what time she comes in.

Okay. Thank you, Father.

Oh.

No!

Let me help you.

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