Chapter 48
After the cardinal had disappeared into the chapel, the demon could be heard laughing with a hideous cosmic voice that seemed to come from everywhere at once, like an echo connected in a never-ending stream. With the fearlessness of youth, Alon and John wanted to follow, but Lev and the others held them back. Morelli stood beside them and looked through the opening. “He has to do this alone. Whatever you do, don’t enter the chapel.”
“But why?” Alon asked, his voice trembling and his body shaking. “We’re the ones who found that damned book and brought it here. Why does he have to go in there alone? You heard what that thing said; one priest is not enough.”
Morelli winced and pulled at his Roman collar. “He’s a cardinal, a Prince of the Church and the one God has chosen by name to enter and face the demon. We must not interfere.”
They all stood looking through the opening as another series of violent quakes shook the ground and the crumbling ruins of the catacombs around them. A few glanced up at the ceiling above, not knowing how much more shaking the ancient tunnels could withstand before the entire area caved in.
Leo stuck his head into the chapel, momentarily catching a glimpse of the cardinal standing before the demon and speaking to him. The creature’s hideous face was now inches from Lundahl’s, breathing in and out and filling the air around them with a warm and nauseating stench.
In the blink of an eye, the room filled with a brilliant light, and the foul smell of the demon was replaced with the aroma of roses. Leo stared unbelievingly at the sight that began to unfold around Lundahl. Seven enormous angels encircled him, bathing the cardinal in their golden light. They were beautiful. Their shining brilliance made it difficult to look at them. Their features were blurred, but Leo could still see their faces and the kindness that flowed from within.
Leo’s mind was barely able to absorb what he was seeing. Somehow, he knew that these were no ordinary angels, but archangels, God’s most powerful and faithful soldiers. The others gathered around the opening and stared at the astonishing sight before them. The priests and cardinals who had accompanied Lundahl immediately dropped to their knees and began to pray. Leo, Morelli, Lev, John, Ariella, and Alon stood transfixed in front of the opening, unable to speak or move.
The cardinal was now standing with his arms outstretched. The dazzling light emanating from the angels reflected off the cardinal’s golden cross as they spoke to him in inaudible tones. Only Morelli seemed to know what they were saying and began to tell the others. “They’re identifying themselves one by one to the cardinal and the demon.”
Morelli paused for a moment, a smile spreading across his face. “The first and tallest one is the archangel,
Morelli paused again. The otherworldly voices of the archangels that only he seemed to hear had caused his entire facial expression to change. “The next one is
Ariel spread her luminescent wings forward around the cardinal and looked sweetly back at Leo and the others. Her presence gave comfort to those watching from outside, especially Ariella, who saw the angel’s eyes meet hers for a brief second.
“The third is
Morelli looked upward in an effort to see what they were looking at but could see only the stone ceiling. Despite the fact that he had the look of total peace on his face, his whole body was shaking.
“What about the others, Father Anthony?” Ariella asked.
Morelli shook himself loose from the grip the experience was having upon his physical body and peered back into the chapel. After a full minute of silence, he staggered away from the opening, unable to go on.
Leo watched Morelli with concern, waiting for his friend to regain his strength, when, without warning, Father Leo suddenly found himself seized with the ability to hear the archangels speaking within the chapel. Tears of joy began to stream down his face. The angel’s voices were the most beautiful sound he had ever heard. Leo knew no choir in the world could stir such emotion. He inched closer to the opening and listened before speaking to the others.
“The fourth archangel is
Leo felt himself losing control. His body was not responding, and he feared that he was on the verge of collapse. Gabriel turned and looked directly at him with an expression of understanding and kindness no human would ever be able to imitate. He fixed the priest with his unearthly eyes, giving him the strength to go on. Leo could no longer feel his body. He had been transported into another dimension, a dimension filled with joy. He was looking into the eyes of Gabriel, the very angel who had been present with Jesus at the Resurrection.
Leo wiped the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand. “The fifth archangel is
Leo strained to hear the last of the archangels give his name. “The seventh archangel is
Leo stepped back from the opening on the verge of total collapse. In all their lives, these men of God could never have imagined in their wildest dreams that they would ever be blessed enough to be in the presence of an archangel, much less seven of them. Tears of joy streamed from everyone’s eyes as they watched the scene before them.
The cardinal stood steadfast, surrounded by the seven archangels. He then shouted at the demon, forcing it to grow physically smaller. It had become quiet and was cowering in a corner of the chapel.
The cardinal advanced on the demon, the angels surrounding him. “In God’s name, we command you to leave this holy place.” He walked in a circle, spreading holy water and sanctifying the chapel. The winged demon, Agaliarept, recoiled even farther into the corner while the lesser demons shrank from the sight of the angels. The Devil’s general began to shriek, his features contorting in obvious agony in the presence of so many powerful beings from heaven.
Lundahl now prayed to the angels surrounding him for their intervention, calling out their names in the order he had received them and asking for the demons to be cast out from the chapel. The lesser demons in the chapel were becoming transparent, as if they were slowly evaporating before the eyes of the cardinal. The black-robed figures literally floated through the walls, leaving only Satan’s second in command to face the cardinal and the archangels.
The demon paced, flickering in and out of the earthly plane he had entered, swinging his monstrous head from side to side like a primitive beast, weighing his options. The hideous ancient tormentor of humanity summoned all his strength and called forth a burning wind that blew throughout the chapel.
The archangels grew brighter, causing the demon to shriek in apparent agony before he suddenly seemed to gain strength from an unseen source and grow in size again. The monstrous demon advanced once more from his