I called on my orisha, Oxalá, in the old Portuguese Candomble tongue. It seemed to me, as I was losing the battle to live, let alone the battle to be mortal, that I saw the cave spirit standing near me with his arms out, and I saw pain in his face.Īt some point in this vain attempt to save myself from the vampiric blood, I called on God, the angels, anyone who might help me. I've put the mask into the vault, in a sealed box, under my name, Merrick told me.I suggest we leave it there.
But no one could determine whether or not either victim had survived the blows long enough to be drowned. The skull bones of both showed severe and potentially life-threatening fractures. Enough remained of the corpses to ascertain that two women had been in the vehicle at the time that it sank. I won't touch the mask again if I can help it, believe me.Īpparently Merrick had led them to a portion of the swamp where the vehicle had been submerged years before. I'm tired, oh so tired of grieving for Honey. I was ten years old when she was murdered. She wants to use me, and that I won't allow. I don't want to see Honey anymore she said under her breath.I told you. Insofar as I ever knew, Merrick was faithful to her vow. If you tell me as Superior General that you want to attempt an exorcism, and that you want me to communicate with her, I'll do it-but on my own, never, never will I give in to her. She knows, said Merrick sadly.She's a powerful and crafty spirit.
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