BLACK HOST (PART 4)
The interior of the church didn’t transform into something preposterous as the three prepare for the mass; No image of a naked man with a goat for his head. No inverted cross or pentacle on the walls. Not even a host of black-clad devotees. But upon replacing the white candles with black, the air suddenly shifts from beatific to ominous in a span of second after they lit them one by one. The fire seems to magnetize the heavy shadow in all corners; skirting at the edge of the altar and waiting for the unholy mass to start. Eddie found his knees buckling and his heart racing like a stampede of a thousand stallion. It was nostalgic and terrifying at the same time as the first invocation he had done with Alejandro as they conjure the spirit of Bartzabel. All the hairs on his body are tingling wildly and the blood on his veins froze and prick his flesh. But he can’t help but feel a slight bliss; an elevated feeling that he feels guilty about it now that he is wearing a