The Unexpected Exorcist: Episode 2

The Wisconsin Supper Club Experience, Part II

In Episode 1 of The Unexpected Exorcist: Exorcists Sister Catherine and Father Williams arrived at The Lake Geneva Supper Club. There’s something in there…

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- Adam Lutzi Rockwell

The Lake Geneva Supper Club

Inside was the scene of a Wisconsin-nice supper club. A dark bar near the entrance. Blue-lit liquor shelves stacked five high. Wood paneling everywhere. A roaring fireplace. Dim lighting and red votive candles on each table.

Booths lined the tall lakeview windows. Light jazz played over a speaker.

Cozy.

Extreme normalcy.

One couple sat finishing their prime-rib dinner. Both wore flannel. A server had just dropped off the check and was walking away.

A bartender dried glasses with a long white towel behind the bar.

At the end of the bar sat a stout little man in a blue suit eating a rare T-bone steak.

Sister Catherine and Father Williams burst in through the front door.

“Everyone, stay calm!” shouted Sister Catherine. “We’re here to help!”

Everybody jumped. Everybody except the man eating the steak. He ignored them and stared intently at his food.

The patrons and staff gawked at the sight of the weapon-wielding priest and nun. Was it some kind of prank?

The server began to laugh, shaking her head. Everybody else joined in.

A dishwasher poked his head out from the back to see what was going on. He laughed a little and went back into the kitchen.

“Very funny. We’re closing in about five minutes, guys. I like your getups though,” said the bartender, chuckling.

Sister Catherine ignored the bartender. “What do you see, Danny?”

Father Williams scanned the restaurant. He leaned over and whispered to Sister Catherine, “It’s right over there, at the end of the bar. That guy eating the steak. Definite class-one.” Danny pushed his glasses tight against his face. “Biggest one I’ve ever seen.”

“Did you say class-one?”

“Yeah. Why isn’t it doing anything?” he asked.

“Maybe it’s just hungry?”

The man eating the steak was intent on his food.

“This isn’t ideal,” said Sister Catherine. “I’ve never dealt with a class-one without a full containment team.”

Sister Catherine considered her options. It was definitely a problem. A class-one demon and a bunch of civilians. They didn’t have a clue about the danger they were sitting in.

Sister Catherine shouted at the crowd in her most commanding voice possible, “I need everyone to leave this restaurant in an orderly manner. By order of the Department of Homeland Security!”

Sister Catherine reached into her habit and pulled out a wallet. She dropped it open and flashed her official DHS badge and credentials. “I’m Special Agent Sister Catherine Queally from DHS and this is an emergency. I need everyone to exit the building… NOW!”

Nobody moved.

“Hey, lady, it’s been a long day. This isn’t funny anymore,” said the bartender, “Why don’t you get the hell out of here?”

The possessed man picked up the steak with his bare hands and started chewing on it. Wolfing it down. Blood dripped from his chin. Nobody but Sister Catherine and Father Williams noticed. Everyone else was watching them.

The bartender picked up the wall phone and held his fingers above the number pad. “I’m calling the cops. You two better get out of here unless you want to spend the night in jail.”

Father Williams leaned over to her, “What should we—”

As the bartender dialed 911, the man at the end of the bar stood rapidly. Unnatural movements. The steak hung out of his mouth. He chewed on it as it hung there. Blood dripped from the meat. He held the large, serrated steak knife in his right hand.

Father Williams lowered his Glock and aimed it directly at the possessed man.

“Stop where you are!” shouted Father Williams. “You, demon, are in breach of the 1592 Accords of Milan!”

Sister Catherine entered a fighting stance and took the cross off her neck, holding it high. “Everybody, stay back from that man. He’s dangerous. He’s not what you think!”

The man flew up and over the bar. He landed directly in front of the bartender and deftly cut his throat in a single stroke through the right carotid artery. Blood spray covered the right side of the little man’s face.

The bartender fell to the ground clutching his neck.

The 911 operator could be heard over the jazz: “This is nine-one-one, what’s your emergency?”

The demon took one more enormous bite out of the steak and threw the bone with the remaining meat onto the chest of the dying bartender. A look of disbelief came into the bartender’s eyes as he realized the life was draining quickly from him. He gurgled.

Everybody remaining in the restaurant screamed. The demon just stood behind the bar grinning at the two agents.

The patrons and staff fled out the front door. Father Williams ushered them out. “Hurry up! Get out of here, quickly!” The kitchen staff escaped out the back.

Sister Catherine kept her eyes locked on the demon.

The demon spoke in an otherworldly voice. “I let them live. Now you let me go, in peace.” He smiled with a bowing gesture.

“In peace? You just cut that man’s throat!” She gripped her cross tight. “Letting you go is the last thing we’ll be doing tonight, demon!”

“Then, have it your way,” said the demon.

Father Williams rejoined her and leveled his pistol at the demon.

The demon raised its voice, filling the room. “Consider the Treaty of Milan null and void, Sister Catherine. Legion has come to the conclusion that the humans have not kept up their end of the bargain. Your actions have left us unhappy!”

Sister Catherine couldn’t believe what she was hearing. The Accords had stood in place for over four hundred years.

“You claim to speak for the entire Legion?” she asked.

“We have come to this conclusion as a whole!” screamed the demon. “You are unprepared for what you have wrought!”

The demon moved quickly. It flew back across the bar, still holding the bloody knife.

Killing a demon’s host was a last resort, but Sister Catherine knew this was one of those rare moments of extreme measures.

“Take the shot, Danny. Take it out!” Sister Catherine yelled, but it was too late. Danny should have already fired.

The demon picked up an oversized round table with ease. He held it like a shield and charged the two agents.

Father Williams fired at the table as it came bowling towards them. Three shots rang out, but the heavy table stopped the bullets. Before either of them could get out of the way, they were bashed to the ground.

The demon stood above them. It threw the table into the corner. Its strength was substantial.

Father Williams reached for the pistol which lay only a few inches from his hand. The demon brought down the heel of its five-hundred-dollar Italian loafers so hard it broke Father Williams hand. He screamed. The demon screamed in unison with glee.

“What fun!” said the demon after it stopped its howling. “I haven’t been on the Earth-Plane for twenty years. You humans have not changed in the slightest!”

Sister Catherine attempted to sit up, but he pushed her back down with his other foot.

Danny grabbed at his hand. Incredible pain racked his arm.

“I need you exorcists to relay a message to your superiors,” the demon said. It studied the two agents lying there, looking up at it in horror. “Actually… I just need one of you to relay this message.”

It jammed the steak knife through Father Williams’ rib cage, piercing his heart and killing him instantly.

It pulled the knife back out and blood sprayed onto Sister Catherine’s habit, face and white coif.

“No!” she screamed. “You son of a bitch, I’ll see you back in Hell before—”

He shut her mouth with the bottom of his foot and screamed at her, “Tell your people that Hell is coming for them! War! You will release our brothers, or we will. All of them!”

As the demon ranted, Sister Catherine grabbed its foot with both of her hands and did a quick twist. The shoe and sock came off and the demon fell to the ground, right on top of Father Williams’ corpse.

As soon as the demon was down, Sister Catherine stood and held up the cross. The diamond glowed brightly.

“You won’t get me that easily!” the demon screamed.

It got on all fours and galloped out the front door.

Just as it exited the building, a Wisconsin State Patrol car pulled into the lot with its blue and red lights illuminating the entire parking lot. It squawked its siren.

The demon stood back up and waved its arms at the police car.

“Officer, officer, please help me, there’s a madman in there! I think he’s going to shoot somebody!”

A crew-cut trooper stepped out of the car. “Easy, easy, mister. Tell me what’s going on.” He grabbed his brimmed hat from the car and put it on.

Sister Catherine stumbled out of the restaurant, covered in blood.

“What the hell?” the trooper blurted.

While the trooper was distracted, the demon ran at him, grabbed his neck and broke it in one easy motion. The lifeless body of the trooper fell into the snow.

The demon grabbed the hat off the trooper and got into the patrol car, put it into gear and raced away, up the country road.

Sister Catherine limped toward her car. She looked down at the dead trooper.

“Damn it.”

She jumped in her car and pulled out her iPhone from the center console. She speed dialed. “This is Special Agent Sister Catherine Queally. We have a level-one priority alert and agent down. It’s fleeing the scene. I’m in pursuit… Copy that… Track me.”

She started the engine, took a deep centering breath, and put the car into gear.

Episode 3 of The Unexpected Exorcist will be released June 11 at 3 PM! Thank you for reading!!

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