knocked on the office door.
“What’s happening?” asked Padre Rincón.
“There’s something I want you both to see,” replied one of the fathers, uneasily.
The priest opened the door and found himself confronted by a man whose face was incandescent with rage.
“What’s happened?”
“This! This is what’s happened!”
The father handed over a copy of Las Noticias , with a three-column article on the front page, above a photograph of a strange pyramid: “DEMONIC POSSESSION HORROR: HOW IT ALL STARTED” .
XVI. Guadalajara Cathedral, Guadalajara, State of Jalisco
Padre Salas had decided that it was better to speak with the journalist José Antonio Sancho in the same place they had met, far away from the warehouse in which the exorcism was taking place, to avoid adding any more tension to the already stressful situation going on there. Padre Rincón had remained there to care for the girls and their parents.
The priest was angry, and felt that Sancho had betrayed his confidence, putting the girls at risk. Whilst he waited, he had read the article over again, and still did not believe it. Sancho’s disloyalty had disappointed him, but then he also remembered that human beings frequently tend towards meanness and the stupidest egotism. When the reporter finally arrived, he could not avoid raising his voice a lot more than was usual for him.
“How could you!” he exclaimed, slamming his hand down onto the front cover of Las Noticias .
The journalist closed the office door, to avoid the priest’s shouting alarming the other people passing through the Cathedral. It was very clear to him that he was going to receive quite a telling off, and he deserved it, too. He should also accept that his self-interest had to be more than repugnant to this man who was devoted to God, and to those most in need.
“It’s difficult for you to understand. In order to keep a place reserved in the rest of the issues, I needed to send something to the paper.”
“You’ve put these girls’ futures at serious risk!”
“I’m sorry. My editor in chief doesn’t understand anything about waiting, or public opinion, and if I didn’t send any news, I would definitely have been obliged to return to Mexico City.”
“Then, none of what you’ve written is true?”
“No, it’s all true. At the time, I wasn’t completely honest with you, and I held back certain information. I investigated, and that’s how I managed to follow the trail and find the evidence that’s formed the basis of this article.”
“You’re insensitive. You don’t understand anything at all. I want you to tell me everything right now. It’s imperative for the success of the exorcism!”
Padre Salas was beside himself. He had never been so infuriated in all his life, and he deplored the fact he was unable to contain his rage. But right now, the only thing he was worried about was the future of the nine possessed girls, who were currently wrapped in straitjackets, awaiting his return.
“Basically, I say everything in the article. I’ve brought you the book that the seer I mentioned gave to me.
Sancho handed over the volume with the pentagram on the cover. The priest cast a quick eye over it.
“And the pyramid?”
“I haven’t been able to bring it,” lied Sancho, who did not want to hand over that extraordinary treasure to anyone. He knew that the tetrahedron was key and that, somehow, it really was gifted with some sort of supernatural energy.
“Well, I need it. I need it with the utmost urgency!”
“What do you think happened?”
“You need me to explain it to you? You’ve already taken it upon yourself to put it in writing in your rag of a newspaper!”
Sancho let out a deep breath, and tried to relax. He should just calmly accept any insult or vexation from the priest who was mad with rage, and surely with all the reason in the world.
“It’s important. I was surmising, and I admit my mistake, but I would like to know what
“What’s happening?” asked Padre Rincón.
“There’s something I want you both to see,” replied one of the fathers, uneasily.
The priest opened the door and found himself confronted by a man whose face was incandescent with rage.
“What’s happened?”
“This! This is what’s happened!”
The father handed over a copy of Las Noticias , with a three-column article on the front page, above a photograph of a strange pyramid: “DEMONIC POSSESSION HORROR: HOW IT ALL STARTED” .
XVI. Guadalajara Cathedral, Guadalajara, State of Jalisco
Padre Salas had decided that it was better to speak with the journalist José Antonio Sancho in the same place they had met, far away from the warehouse in which the exorcism was taking place, to avoid adding any more tension to the already stressful situation going on there. Padre Rincón had remained there to care for the girls and their parents.
The priest was angry, and felt that Sancho had betrayed his confidence, putting the girls at risk. Whilst he waited, he had read the article over again, and still did not believe it. Sancho’s disloyalty had disappointed him, but then he also remembered that human beings frequently tend towards meanness and the stupidest egotism. When the reporter finally arrived, he could not avoid raising his voice a lot more than was usual for him.
“How could you!” he exclaimed, slamming his hand down onto the front cover of Las Noticias .
The journalist closed the office door, to avoid the priest’s shouting alarming the other people passing through the Cathedral. It was very clear to him that he was going to receive quite a telling off, and he deserved it, too. He should also accept that his self-interest had to be more than repugnant to this man who was devoted to God, and to those most in need.
“It’s difficult for you to understand. In order to keep a place reserved in the rest of the issues, I needed to send something to the paper.”
“You’ve put these girls’ futures at serious risk!”
“I’m sorry. My editor in chief doesn’t understand anything about waiting, or public opinion, and if I didn’t send any news, I would definitely have been obliged to return to Mexico City.”
“Then, none of what you’ve written is true?”
“No, it’s all true. At the time, I wasn’t completely honest with you, and I held back certain information. I investigated, and that’s how I managed to follow the trail and find the evidence that’s formed the basis of this article.”
“You’re insensitive. You don’t understand anything at all. I want you to tell me everything right now. It’s imperative for the success of the exorcism!”
Padre Salas was beside himself. He had never been so infuriated in all his life, and he deplored the fact he was unable to contain his rage. But right now, the only thing he was worried about was the future of the nine possessed girls, who were currently wrapped in straitjackets, awaiting his return.
“Basically, I say everything in the article. I’ve brought you the book that the seer I mentioned gave to me.
Sancho handed over the volume with the pentagram on the cover. The priest cast a quick eye over it.
“And the pyramid?”
“I haven’t been able to bring it,” lied Sancho, who did not want to hand over that extraordinary treasure to anyone. He knew that the tetrahedron was key and that, somehow, it really was gifted with some sort of supernatural energy.
“Well, I need it. I need it with the utmost urgency!”
“What do you think happened?”
“You need me to explain it to you? You’ve already taken it upon yourself to put it in writing in your rag of a newspaper!”
Sancho let out a deep breath, and tried to relax. He should just calmly accept any insult or vexation from the priest who was mad with rage, and surely with all the reason in the world.
“It’s important. I was surmising, and I admit my mistake, but I would like to know what
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