Nací en el seno de una estricta familia religiosa; por años me llamaron el salvador del cielo, un ser enviado por Dios para expiar sus culpas y salvarlos de los seres de la oscuridad que estaban por venir.
Como un joven astuto, por años la obediencia fue el camino ideal a seguir, rezando falsamente cada día y planeando el escape que llevaría a cabo hoy. Mi madre parece afectada pero no puedo más, sus locuras habían llegado a transformar mis sueños en auténticas pesadillas, y todo a causa de esa figura religiosa que adoraban en el pueblo.
Recuerdo cómo por meses todos habían sido azotados por una rara enfermedad que los mantenía con vida pero en agonía. Se escuchaban gritos de dolor en cada esquina de cada hogar, excepto el mío. Esa figura representaba una cura absoluta, bastaba recitar frases en un idioma desconocido e inmediatamente volvían en sí.
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El pastor gritaba continuamente: ¡aleluya, un milagro nos ha sido concedido!, pero yo sabía que algo no andaba bien. Prueba de eso es que hoy el clima se ha tornado sombrío y, para mi asombro, el pueblo evita mi huida colocando la figura frente a mi puerta y gritando: ¡salvador, no nos dejes! Preso del pánico, no sé qué hacer y pierdo el conocimiento.
Cuando despierto, me encuentro en la iglesia en una misa. Al fondo del pasillo, aquella figura parece mirarme y palpitar, como si ese objeto inerte pudiera evitar mi escape. Por instinto, me levanto, pero una energía desconocida me congela. Frente a mí, el pastor se acerca lentamente y me grita: ¡ha llegado la hora de que recibas al arcángel del cielo para el cual naciste!
La figura se ilumina y de ella emerge un demonio que me explica lo que sucede. Efectivamente, había nacido como el reservorio del cielo para el apocalipsis que estaba por comenzar, y el infierno iba a evitar semejante jugada. Por eso habían poseído al pueblo y, por último, iban a usar mi cuerpo para que acogiera un demonio poderoso en una lucha que había comenzado a favor del mal.
Esta es mi entrada a un concurso maravilloso dirigido a los amantes del terror de la mano de @suspiria. ¡Los invito a participar! ¿Y por qué no? Apoyar la iniciativa compartiendo y comentando a los participantes que, al igual que yo, nos sumergimos en el mundo de las posesiones demoníacas.
Esta historia es ficticia y no representa a nadie en particular, esta inspiradas en posesiones demoníacas.
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I was born into a strict religious family; for years they called me the savior of heaven, a being sent by God to atone for their sins and save them from the beings of darkness that were to come.
As a cunning young man, for years obedience was the ideal path to follow, praying falsely every day and planning the escape I would carry out today. My mother seems affected but I can't take it anymore, her madness had come to transform my dreams into real nightmares, and all because of that religious figure they worshipped in the village.
I remember how for months everyone had been stricken with a rare disease that kept them alive but in agony. Cries of pain could be heard in every corner of every home except mine. That figure represented an absolute cure, it was enough to recite phrases in an unknown language and they immediately came to their senses.
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The shepherd kept shouting: hallelujah, a miracle has been granted to us, but I knew something was wrong. Proof of that is that today the weather has turned gloomy and, to my astonishment, the people prevent my escape by placing the figure in front of my door and shouting: Savior, don't leave us! Panicked, I don't know what to do and lose consciousness.
When I awake, I find myself in the church at mass. At the end of the aisle, that figure seems to look at me and palpitate, as if that inert object could prevent my escape. Instinctively, I get up, but an unknown energy freezes me. In front of me, the pastor slowly approaches me and shouts: the time has come for you to receive the archangel from heaven for whom you were born!
The figure lights up and a demon emerges from it and explains to me what is happening. Indeed, I had been born as heaven's reservoir for the apocalypse that was about to begin, and hell was going to prevent such a move. That is why they had possessed the people and, finally, they were going to use my body to welcome a powerful demon in a fight that had begun in favor of evil.
--- --- This is my entry to a wonderful contest aimed at horror lovers from @suspiria. [I invite you to participate!](https://hive.blog/hive-196487/@suspiria/suspiria-suspiria-contest-of-literature-and-bc2b2803c085f#comments) And why not? Support the initiative by sharing and commenting on the participants who, like me, are immersed in the world of demonic possessions.
This story is fictional and does not represent anyone in particular, it is inspired by demonic possessions.
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The designs were made in Canva with free to use graphic elements from: Prettysleepy, ArtsyBee,GDJ, Sparklestroke, Alex_Hern and Trendify. The translation was done with DeepL.
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