I hesitate and try to comprehend belonging in the middle of this place. Then I let out my breath like I’m going to reply, but instead shoot daggers at Vern with my stare.
“Can’t handle the truth, can ya?”
“The truth? For three days you bastards have been telling me I belong in your hell club, and no, I don’t like it. And, I don’t believe it.”
I drop to my knees and smack my hands together in a clap. “God, Jesus, please forgive me.”
Vern grabs his side and roars with laughter, but changes his mood, abruptly, when he sees my pleading set in motion a prayer vigil among the camp members around us. “Stop it,” he says and pulls my hands apart.
I fight him and clap my hands back together. “Our Father, up in Heaven.”
“I said, stop it.” He grabs both my hands this time and tries to pull my limp body to my feet. All around us, the demons move in closer.
“Hallowed eve’s the name.”
Vern drops me to the ground and sneers. “Kid, do you even know what a church looks like, cause ya sure don’t know The Lord’s Prayer?”
“Thy kingdom come and well done.”
“Now you’re just makin’ an ass of yourself.”
The demons back away from us.
Vern adds, “Lucky for you they like that sorta thing down here.”
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