The fear accompanied her from girl, cruel and tenacious fear, fear of everything and of all.
The voice didn't release her never, intense and repetitive voice, a voice that, since their times of adolescent she never remained silent.
The mother had already taken her the all the witches, wizards, shepherds, finally the all the ones that were suitable for the neighbors and friends.
Nothing advanced anything; the doctor had past some medicines, but also without effect.
The maximum effect that got with the medicines, was to sleep, but the dreams repeated all the ghosts of the day.
Nothing else could do. The simple fact of walking was already leaving her in panic.
A case of demoniac possession, for right, said the religious aunt, the clearest case than she had seen in the life.
The excommunications repeated, the voice had stopped, but, now, it was not only a, it was a legion of demons that they took care of the unhappy poor.
The aunt, sells that the things were changing, terrified with the demons' legion that, starting from that moment, they took care of the poor niece, it decided to consult an acquaintance, maximum authority in possession subjects, respected even by other religious designations.
The arrival of that authority moved with all in the small city, to the point of they come people even of the neighboring cities to witness the shepherd's miracle.
That, when noticing that the case was very complicated even for him, mainly for the fact that, the girl, when speaking grunted and she moaned incorporating other voices and languages several, incomprehensible same, besides resisting her any intervention of him. Then, due to the impotence sensation, it decided to consult other authority in the subject.
That "authority" was a true thief, he lived of the acquired fame for “shows” previously mounted with "artists” royally contracted for us to support the slaps and free slaps by default.
He lived of the acquired fame for those “miracles” and maintained by the popularization well done, mainly in the smaller cities.
The shepherd, in good faith, obviously, it contacted that con merchant that, to I weigh of gold, it was disposed to go for “to cure” to adolescent poor.
When seeing her, a thing scared him, the girl's gestures were the same of Amélia, the love of his adolescence, and hher first victim.
Of the impossible love to the rape and of that to the murder was a jump.
Frustrated love, the body played in the river, found few days later, nobody suspected nor he would suspect of him, shy and quiet boy, unable of “to do to a fly badly.”
However, the time had passed and Melinha had been forgotten and hidden in any song of a distant past.
But the girl's tame walk and, mainly the name of that she made to resuscitate it that memory;
Amélia forgot to say her name, but now that I have the image of everything that happened lives in the memory, more I cannot hide it.
To poor girl it was exhausted, victim so much of the demons as of the exorcists.
No lucidity remained more in that disturbed mind, sick, without understanding and help to not to be the mixed of verbal and physical aggressions.
However, the stopped and resigned eyes, to the they see the exorcist were upset and a formidable groan echoed for the village.
With fury, it started to swear and to offend the exorcist, to the screams of: Murderous! I murder!!!
This was afraid with such a manifestation associated with the memory of the past, recently awake for an association it finds strange between that Amelinha and yours, he left him in alert.
What did want that to say?
When the girl, I don't know if by chance or if for a strange force, among teeth she told him “Amélia, Amélia”, that it was posted of knees and in a surprising attitude, he kissed her the feet and heasked for forgiveness.
Were all afraid with the scene, the exorcist there was if subdued to the demon?
Had he kissed hher the feet and did he ask her for forgiveness, what did want that to say everything!?
In an abrupt movement, for despair of all, the girl jumped on him and she caught him for the neck.
She would not remove their hands more, until that, in an unusual attitude her mother, the same mother that loved her so much, diffusing in the axe that hung at the kitchen, it struck blows at random.
Immediately, the two bodies fell on the bloody ground.
They swear that they saw the hugged two, with the mouths, coincidentally posted one in the other, in an enigmatic kiss.