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Prelati and the other accomplices were at the same time condemned to be hanged and burned alive. "Cry to God mercy," said Pierre de l'Hospital, who presided over the civil hearings, "and dispose yourself to die in good state with a great repentance for having committed such crimes." The recommendation was unnecessary. He hoped, humbly, avidly, in the mercy of the Saviour. He cried out fervently for the terrestrial expiation, the stake, to redeem him from the eternal flames after his death. Far from his chateaux, in his dungeon, alone, he had opened himself and viewed the cloaca which had so long been fed by the residual waters escaped from the abattoirs of Tiffauges and Machecoul. He had sobbed in despair of ever draining this stagnant pool. And thunder-smitten by grace, in a hot and sexy pakistani girls fucking photo gallery cry of horror and joy, he had suddenly seen his soul overflow and sweep away the dank fen before a torrential current of prayer and ecstasy. The butcher of Sodom had destroyed himself, the companion of Jeanne d'Arc had reappeared, the mystic whose soul poured out to God, in bursts of adoration, in floods of tears. Then he thought of his friends and wished that they also might die in a state of grace. He asked the Bishop of Nantes that they might be executed not before nor after him, but at the same time. He carried his point that he was the most guilty and that he must instruct them in saving their souls and assist them at the moment when they should mount the scaffold. "What is curious," said Durtal, interrupting his writing to light a cigarette, "is that--" A gentle ring.

First write me a letter in practically these terms," and she handed him a paper. He unfolded it and read this declaration: "I certify that all that I have said and written about the Black Mass, about the priest hot and sexy pakistani girls fucking photo gallery who celebrated it, about the place where I claimed to have witnessed it, about the persons alleged to have been there, is pure invention. I affirm that I imagined all these incidents, that, in consequence, all that I have narrated is false." "Docre's?" he asked, studying the handwriting, minute, pointed, twisted, aggressive.

"Yes, and he wants this declaration, not dated, to be made in the form of a letter from you to a person consulting you on the subject." "Your canon distrusts me." "Of course.

You write books." "It doesn't please me hot and sexy pakistani girls fucking photo gallery infinitely to sign that," murmured Durtal.

"What if I refuse?" "You will not go to the Black Mass." His curiosity overcame his reluctance. "And in what street is the ceremony to take place?" "In the rue Olivier de Serres." "Where is that?" "Near the rue de Vaugirard, away up." "Is that where Docre lives?" "No, we are going to a private house which belongs to a lady he knows. Now, if you'll be so good, put off your cross-examination to some other time, because I am in an awful hurry. Be all ready." He had hardly time to kiss her and she was gone. "Well," said he, "I already had data on incubacy and poisoning by spells. There remained only the Black Mass, to make me thoroughly acquainted with Satanism as it is practised hot and sexy pakistani girls fucking photo gallery in our day. I'll be damned if I thought there were such undercurrents in Paris. And how circumstances hang together and lead to each other! I had to occupy myself with Gilles de Rais and the diabolism of the Middle Ages to get contemporary diabolism revealed to me." And he thought of Docre again. Among the occultists who maunder today in the universal decomposition of ideas he is the only one who interests me. "The others, the mages, the theosophists, the cabalists, the spiritists, the hermetics, the Rosicrucians, remind me, when they are not mere hot and sexy pakistani girls fucking photo gallery thieves, of children playing and scuffling in a cellar.

And if one descend lower yet, into the hole-in-the-wall places of the pythonesses, clairvoyants, and mediums, what does one find except agencies of prostitution and gambling? All these pretended peddlers of the future are extremely nasty; that's the only thing in the occult of which one can be sure." Des Hermies interrupted the course of these reflections by ringing and walking in. He came to announce that Gevingey had returned and that they were all to dine at Carhaix's the night after next. "Is Carhaix's bronchitis cured?" "Yes, completely." Preoccupied with the idea of the Black Mass, Durtal could not keep silent. He let out the fact that he was to witness the ceremony--and, confronted by Des Hermies's stare of stupefaction, he added that he had promised secrecy and that he could not, for the present, tell him more.