The Haunting of Enswerp

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✠ 𝔗𝔥𝔢 ℌ𝔞𝔲𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔬𝔣 𝔈𝔫𝔰𝔴𝔢𝔯𝔭 ✠

 

 

Date: 11th of the First Seed, 1998

 

To the faithful of Canondom,

 

It is with heavy conviction that I recount the events I witnessed upon my journey to Salvo, in hopes that this serves as both a warning and a testament to the power of GOD’s will. As I rode through Enswerp, I came upon a scene that chilled my very soul. A woman stood, trembling as she addressed a figure cloaked in darkness, denouncing him and his attempts at recruitment.

 

Sensing the presence of something unnatural, I urged my horse forward. It was then that I beheld the abomination before me, a figure, devoid of a face, no eyes, no mouth, no nose, an affront to GOD's creation. My hand instinctively fell upon the hilt of my aurum blade as I called out to the figure, demanding answers for its wretched form.

 

The creature stopped and turned, though it possessed no eyes to see me. It then asked if I had contributed to the war effort, to which I responded affirmatively. But when I pressed it on its appearance, the faceless entity contorted, shifting into the twisted likeness of a man, an imperial, wearing a disfigured, sunken face, as though his very soul had been corrupted.

 

At that moment, I knew what I had to do. I spurred my horse into a charge, my aurum blade drawn and aimed at the heart of this blasphemous spirit. My blade found its mark, and the ghost fell to the ground. As it lay there, I spoke the words of our Holy Father, urging the lost soul to seek GOD’s mercy, for even in death, there is a chance for salvation under His light.

 

But the ghost, filled with despair, claimed that GOD did not love him. In that moment, I offered my rosary, praying that this final act might be enough to soften the Almighty's heart. Yet, as the spirit reached for the beads, its hand dissolved into ectoplasm, along with the rest of its forsaken form.

 

Brothers and sisters, heed my words, these restless souls, these wretched spirits, are no mere hauntings. They are remnants of Iblees’ deceit, wandering in torment, seeking to corrupt the living. We must be vigilant, for they are dangerous beyond measure. But know this: the light of GOD remains ever-bright, and His justice is swift for those who cling to the truth.

 

May we be the instruments of His divine will, casting out all that defies His creation.

 

 

In His service,

Vincenzo Caparelli