Chaos Inside A Pen

The Mass of St. Secaire was said to be a type of Black Mass done to mock the Roman Catholic Mass through saying the whole liturgy, psalm responsorial, and even the Homily in reverse. However, no one knows that the theatrics behind this Mass which an eclectic mix of devilry and hedonism held a secret that only a handful of mage is willing to explore. St. Secaire’s Mass is a ceremony to bless someone with death. By saying the name of your intended victim at the end of the mass, you will grant its soul with a mark of the reaper. After saying the last blessing, its breath will cease as the sickle reaps its precious spirit. In short, the Mass of St. Secaire is a spell meant to kill. This is why few only dares to do it because like any magic with a high stake; the price to pay for it is astronomical in measures. Besides the peril, this Mass can only be done ironically by an ordained priest. Eddie found himself pondering why the hell did such ritual exist for a priest w

“I was diagnosed with Cancer. Stage 2.” After the revelation brought by Alejandro in the seance, Salome invited Eddie for a cup of tea which the priest gladly take. He could use a little bit of chitchat knowing how nerve-wracking the message he got from the land of the dead. “My doctor told me that there is something off with it. It progress too rapidly for cancer and immune to anything that counters it: chemo, alternative medicine, and even operation. They removed a damn tumor right in my brain and guess what? It grows again after a month.” “So what does your cancer have to do with Alejandro’s message?” Salome locks her eyes with Eddie as her curiosity continues to escalate regarding her new client. “It clarifies a lot. I suspect my cancer is done with a taint of dark arts. With Alejandro’s frequent haunting, I thought he is the one behind it.” Eddie confessed as he continues to drink his coffee. “But now I know who is the real culprit.” “Fatima Mcgillis?”

Image: Shadow of a Barcelona Priest by Aza Raskin (Flickr.com) License:  https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0/ "Its occult time! This story has been inspired by a certain kind of mass called Mass of Sant-Secaire allegedly held during the time when trials and devil possession are imminent in western countries. I think I've read it from a pocket encyclopedia about ghosts and witches. The materials that you will found here for Quija Board seance are taken/ inspired from Mr. Tobie Abad's awesome graphic novel called "Diliman". Just a word of warning though, this is just fiction, and reader's discretion is advised because you might found some contents in the story too mature for your taste."  The smell of incense and herbs mingle in the air inside the room of Salome as Eddie sits uncomfortably on the floor. He can still feel the heavy glare of the old woman as if she was casting an evil eye on him. He could do the sign of the horn to ward

“So this too shall end huh?” She whispers to the wind as she clutches tightly the ebony dress that wraps around her body. Of course, all of it is too goddamn good to be true after all. Perhaps like any fairy tale, the ending is always up there waiting for the princess on the last page of her story. The only difference however with her is that it is already decided by heaven that her tale will end in a pitiful tragedy. The landscape of tombstone brimming with perfume from wilting flowers and burn out scented candles seems to be a fitting foreshadow on what is about to come once Jessica reached the last chapter; that is if she still wearing the black dress after she loses her mind. She descends from her throne and decided to ponder for a while into the heart of the graveyard. As expected, her dead servants follow her and within a minute the once empty garden of corpses are now full-packed with walking yet not breathing people of their town; roaming mindlessly above the s

Jessica lost count of how many are now part of her royal undead servants. From the looks of it, it’s already reached hundreds and perhaps most of the people in her community are now among the decaying cohorts behind her. She saw many familiar faces and even break a tender yet sinister laughter as she can now do anything on them especially those who disrespect in the past due to her disfigured face. With a sadistic gusto, she tramples on the bodies of men who insulted her during her teenage years. Those girls who didn’t accept her as part of their supposed “elite” circle, she slapped them one by one as hard as she can until their heads fall off from their shoulders. The annoying vendor in the market who never misses the day of making contemptible jokes about her face, she kicks it right into his groin until it can’t even stand anymore. And when she finally found the walking corpse of Manang  Tessie, the glee on her face has gone extreme. She picks up the nearest thr