"Thank you for coming, Theresa, Elias," he said, his voice smooth, warm as honey but laced with a dark, teasing edge, like a predator toying with prey. "What brings you here today? What burdens are weighing on your souls?" Devi said, his tone was gentle.
Theresa drew a deep breath, her hands tightening around her rosary, the beads digging into her palms, her eyes flicking to Elias before locking onto Devon's with fervent intensity. "It's Elias," she began, her voice low but resolute, trembling with the weight of her conviction. "I feel… I feel like he's been overtaken by something sinister, something unholy, like a demon has burrowed into his soul, twisting him into someone I barely recognize." Her words were a quiet thunder, each one landing with deliberate force, her gaze pleading, as if she could will the pastor to see the darkness she felt so deeply.
