Story of the Painting

As Victoria sat in her room, all other worldly troubles seemed to melt away from her. The worry that filled her now consumed all else, and the constant sound of her own breathing drove her insane. She placed a hand on her enlarged stomach, remembering the joy she felt a few months ago. Compared the the dread she filled now, it seemed like a distant dream. She recalled that day, just a while ago, when she was being blessed by the Elder Priest when both she and the priest fainted. Rumors spread, and the priests talked with one another about the strange event. The following day, they approached her and provided her with the only answer they could think of. She looked down, and even now, the thought of her child containing a demon seemed unbelievable. Scarier still, was the holy men's solution. A soft knock interrupted her thoughts and the door opened. A petite woman dressed in black entered, her face was veiled so Victoria could not know her. "The...They are ready." Stammered the girl, and Victoria rose, fear nearly freezing her in place. She had never even witnesses an exorcism before, and as she followed the girl, she wished she knew what to expect.