Kirkland now knew the hotel manager was demon possessed, he was no longer speaking to Richard Grantham. Kirkland spoke firmly.
The demon inside Grantham laughed, 'You think speaking the words from the book will send us away? You cannot command me.'
Kirkland remained unshaken. 'It isn't I who commands you. It is Christ who commands you and it is his name that causes you to tremble.'
The demon gave Kirkland a sinister smile.
'Never Fink Mia.'
Kirkland suddenly looked confused as he remembered those were the same words tattooed on Valerie Rivera. 'What?'
'What?' the demon mocked him and then spoke with a deliberate calm tone. 'The problem is Michael, not all of you believe,' it said as it grabbed Kirkland by the throat and began to strangle him. 'Come join me in hell!' the demon laughed.
James leapt up and dove on Grantham in an attempt to protect his friend. Kirkland screamed, 'Tom, don't touch him!'
James's head shook violently as the smell of sulfur filled his nostrils. A blinding flash came and in an instant as he fell to his knees at the sound of pounding hammers.
His ears ached from the piercing sound and his body began to pour sweat from the heat that seemed to suddenly be filling the hallway. As he tried to get his wits about him, James could see all the doors to all of the rooms were open. The pounding noise was relentless. It was the sound of a hammer against metal, intertwined with the staccato trills of a piano and mixed with long sliding notes on a violin. It was if the sounds themselves were the very definition of musical sex. They grew louder as he felt himself moving closer to the doorways. The chandeliers in the hallway flickered and swayed. A rattling sound echoed and traveled through the floor like the sound of air trapped inside a water pipe.
As James tried to comprehend what was happening to himself it was then he realized he was being dragged from the elevator and down the hallway. Looking up his heart stopped as he saw Grantham looking down on him. More sliding violins and piano trills filled his ears.
Grantham pulled James down the hallway. The flames crept along the walls following them. As James was pulled past each open door a new horror was revealed. He saw an obese figure with no face holding the very same hammer that was in the photograph in Kritzler's trunk. The faceless man was source of the pounding noise. He hammered and hammered at molten metal causing a spark to flash with each hit. The olive skinned man in the white suite from room 1219 sat watching the shirtless, sweat-soaked obese man form the molten metal into large oversized nails. Then James saw the small girl, Jordan. She was barefoot and dressed in a white nightgown. She walked over and stood next to the olive skinned man. She then raised a hand to her mouth and whispered into his ear. They both looked up at James. The man nodded to her and she held her hands to her mouth in an attempt to cover a snickering laugh.
James tried to wrench himself loose of Grantham's grip. However Grantham ignored his attempts to escape as he dragged James past the next room, where James saw a group of men dressed in doctor's coats standing around a young girl with a butcher knife in her hand. The girl was pregnant. The word 'ABORT!' crackled over a loudspeaker inside the room. With each chime of the word 'ABORT!' the girl jammed the butcher knife into her swollen stomach. Her screams filled the room as the doctors wandered around the room rubbing their chins, musing the actions of the girl. As Grantham dragged James away from the room, he saw something scratched into the wall. The writing was same as the note signed by Edmund Frayker.
'Murder is a sin!'
In a panic James looked back at the elevator where Grantham had just pulled him. There, just above the top of the elevator doors was the floor indicator, reading the words James had feared all along.
'Eternal Damnation'
'Oh my God, I'm in hell!' cried James as Grantham dragged him further down the hall. This time he passed an open door where a black winged angel presented a large muscled Roman soldier with a long spear that had a double-sided razor edge. Seated in a half circle there were several Nazi SS witnessing the act. The Roman bowed and knelt before the angel as he took the spear into his hard-callused hands. The SS stood to attention and gave the Nazi salute.
Grantham tightened his grip on James's collar and pulled him past the last room in the hallway where the words scrawled into the door read, '13 Millers Court.' Inside the room James saw five women. Each one was savagely mutilated. Their bodies lay flat on their backs. Their throats slashed and abdomens ripped open. A pentagram the size of the room was drawn on the floor. Each victim was placed at one of the corresponding points of the demonic symbol. In the center was a tall man dressed in a long black coat. His face was white as chalk and his eyes blindfolded as he held up a surgeon's knife in one hand and scales in the other. Three men stood surrounding him with their backs to him, forming a human triangle. They were dressed in formal clothing and wore Masonic Aprons. In each of their left hands was a walking stick that concealed a long sharp blade within it. As they pointed the blade at each point the man in the center called out a name.
'Polly Nichols, Annie Chapman, Elizabeth Stride, Catherine Eddows, Mary Kelly.'
The Masons then spoke in unison.
'Let our brother Edmund Frayker, receive the light.' The Masons then turned and removed the blindfold and spoke. 'Your justice is good and well served brother.
Edmund Frayker raised his justice scales and knife up high and called out, 'The Juwes are the men who will not be blamed for nothing.'
The Masons responded, 'So mote it be!'
Grantham turned away and now dragged James toward the end of the hallway. The pounding music continued to fill the air. It was inescapable. The piano now became more of a lullaby as the violins danced into the crossing of piano keys. Together they began to reach a crescendo that pulled James deeply into another world.
James looked and saw there where stairs that descended to another floor and a set of large double doors that were closed. The heat was unbearable. Grantham did not speak he only pointed at the doors. As he did this, they slowly began to part. Once opened, they revealed an oversized furnace. There, James saw Kritzler naked on a broken down bed and wearing a goat's head mask. He was old and lying under him was a young girl with a yellow Star of David on her sackcloth dress, which was pushed up and exposing her hips. Kritzler shamelessly raped the girl. As James looked to where Grantham was now pointing, he saw an endless line of young girls waiting for their turn with Kritzler. As Kritzler finished with her, she rose from the bed, tore her dress and climbed inside the furnace.
James sobbed bitterly at the horrific sight. Grantham then released James and began to disrobe from his burnt clothing. His black charred flesh was cracked and smelt of brimstone. James watched him walk to where two girls stood clad in SS uniforms. They stood guard over the endless line of Jewish girls. With excitement in their eyes they watched Kritzler as he committed eternal rape. Grantham climbed up a short flight of steps that led to an oversized chair on a pedestal. The pedestal read in bold letters the word, 'Heathen.' He turned and sat there, taking his place as master of the domain. Grantham called out in a language that James did not understand. This caused the two female SS guards to turn and face James. They then began to seductively unbutton their jackets and remove their clothing. Their dark hair fell down their backs as they removed their Gestapo uniforms. They spoke to each other, but it wasn't in German, it was in the same language spoken by Grantham.
James began to back away, but the two girls grabbed his wrists and began to pull him towards them. He tried to pull away, but the SS girls tore at his clothing with lustful fury in their eyes.
'Come let us drink wine and you may lie with us so that we may preserve the seed of our father.'
'If you deny us, then we will lay with Kirkland.'
Forcing James down to the floor the two girls overpowered him. As one girl held James in place the other girl forced James inside her.
'Take us!' demanded the girls. 'Give us your seed!' cried the girl in orgasmic ecstasy. James looked up and could see a host of black winged angels standing over him as they encouraged the sisters to
