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heard. He’s asked for our help.”
                  “Help? What can you all do?”
                  “We have various spells we can use that will repel the Three. They are not all powerful like many believe.”
                  “Oh really? I didn’t know that. How big is your group?”
                  “We are very small. There are only a few of us who know the truth. Most cannot accept how things really are. Lucifer seems to have close contact with the Dark Father. He’s been very helpful to us.”
                  So they didn’t know exactly who he was.
                  “Yes, I’d say he knows a lot about the Dark Father.” This whole conversation seemed surreal. I couldn’t imagine what kind of spell they could have that would stop the ghost. Lucifer was just sitting there quietly. He seemed to be checking out some girl who was all gothed out in black fishnet with black underwear beneath it. She was talking to another guy in a robe, but was looking at Lucifer out of the corner of her eye.
                  “So when do you all plan to cast this spell or whatever it is?”
                  “Oh, we’ll do it tonight. It will take a few hours, but we’re sure it will work.”
                  “Have you used it before?”
                  “No. It’s not something you do lightly. We first have to invoke their presence. Then we repel them and they will flee from this realm for seven years. I’ve read that our ancestors used it hundreds of years ago and it worked. “
                  That’s when it hit me. Friends of Lucifer’s or not, all of these people were going to die this night. Lucifer planned to use them as bait.

Chapter 15
     
                  Armando called everyone to gather together. The robed figures all formed a large circle around us and joined hands. Lucifer and I stayed off to the side and watched as Armando began some kind of chant. He lit several more candles on a small table within the circle. He then took out a large knife and cut along the palm of his hand. Blood dripped into the open flame of one of the candles. He passed the knife around, and each took turns cutting their hands and dripping their blood into the candles.
                  “Blood of the flesh, blood of the soul. Show yourself ghost, manifest and be whole.” Armando chanted over and over. I found the knife passing a bit disturbing. Seemed like a good way to get hepatitis or HIV, but maybe there was some kind of Satanic immunity or something. I looked at Lucifer who was grinning ear to ear. Of course he’d eat this up, here was his very own cult worshipping him. That could easily go to one’s head.
                  After several minutes, the rest of the circle began chanting with Armando.
                  “Blood of the flesh, blood of the soul, show yourself ghost, manifest and be whole.” While they chanted, Armando began to chant in what sounded like Aramaic. I’d studied it a bit in college, but not enough to understand what he was saying. This ritual went on for a good twenty minutes or so. I was just starting to get bored when the candles suddenly went out. At first, I thought someone had blown them out.
                  “Keep it going everyone, its working!” Armando said from the dark.
                  They continued chanting as Armando kept giving his incantation of whatever is was. Then I heard a choking sound. Someone in the circle had begun gagging as if they were choking on something. We couldn’t tell who it was, but it didn’t matter. Soon there was a second person choking, then a third. Armando had stopped chanting at this point and tried to turn on the lights. He never made it to the switch though, he grabbed his throat and began gagging as well. Though with him, it didn’t stop at gagging. His