Recorded On: 10/12/2010

  Inciting Incident: 10/10/2010

  Composed By: Researcher Talon

  This document is a transcript generated from a recorded interview

  *Researcher Talon enters into Interrogation Room 5B at Site [REDACTED]*

  Talon: "Are we feeling any better today, Father Donovan?"

  Fr. Donovan: "Uh, yes. Sleeping soundly was a welcome change."

  *Researcher Talon moves towards the metal table that Fr. Donovan is at and sits across from him*

  Talon: "Did anyone get you a cup of coffee yet this morning?"

  Fr. Donovan: "No, not yet -"

  Talon: *Cutting Fr. Donovan off* "I am sorry about that Father, hospitality isn't our specialty."

  *Researcher Talon turns around in his chair and snaps at the one way mirror and holds up two fingers. Then turns back to face Fr. Donovan.*

  Talon: "Father, could you tell me about the events in your parish leading to the night of October the 10th?”

  Fr. Donovan: "I'd rather not...but I have a feeling, I don't have much of a choice right now..."

  Talon: "Sadly, no, not much of a choice right now."

  Fr. Donovan: *sighs* "How far back would you like me to go?"

  Talon: "Start back when you arrived at the parish"

  Fr. Donovan: "Well, I showed up to St. Lazarus's Church on the first Friday of June this year, and celebrated my first Mass there on Sunday the 6th. The congregation was welcoming enough, helped me get settled in the rectory, made sure I had keys to everywhere, and greeted me kindly. Everything was working out to be a normal transition to a new parish.

  But, within a month I realized this parish was different . Most parishes have their own little quirks, but this was different. The prayers they uttered at the end of Mass........they are not of Christ."

  *The door to Interview Room 5B opens and Agent Atticus enters. He carries two mugs of coffee in plain white ceramic mugs. Agent Atticus sets the mugs down on the table, before leaving. Fr. Donovan and Researcher Talon each take a mug. Fr. Donovan attempts to drink from the mug but his hands are now shaking slightly.*

  Talon: “Father, what did these prayers entail, and when did the congregation begin to use them?”

  Fr. Donovan: “I believe it was my fourth Sunday at the parish,” *Fr. Donovan pauses, and shakes his head staring into his mug of coffee. He begins speaking but does not look up from his mug* “The prayer was, 'O Angel of Death, preserve us from the 10 scythes, under your 10 wings save us from the 10 plagues, for we shall loosen the 10 chains.’ They said it so quickly after Mass I barely caught what they said.”

  Talon: “Did anyone say anything to you about the prayer?”

  Fr. Donovan: *Looking up from his coffee, Fr. Donovan makes eye contact with Researcher Talon* “No, not a single one. I processed out with the altar servers, stood at the front door of the church, and said my good byes, but it was never brought up. I figured someone would say something, I must have looked like a deer caught in headlights, while they said the prayer. So, I thought one of the congregants would have brought it up, but everyone filed by, passing vague compliments about my homily. But I heard none of them, all I could think about was the dreadful prayer they all just uttered in unison.

  After most of the congregants had left, I went to Deacon Alexander, to ask about the prayer. He was one of the main people who had helped me get settled during the move and such. I figured that he would be able to set my mind at ease about the prayer. But, he mostly just blew me off, saying that the prayer is a very traditional prayer and that when he sees me next he will show me some material about the prayer. He never came forth with any material."

  Talon: "Was anything else out of the ordinary in that first month?"

  Fr. Donovan: "I....I would hear things at night coming from the church basement. The rectory was attached to the church, so I could hear pretty much anything happening from my bedroom."

  Talon: "Did you ever investigate these noise disturbances?"

  Fr. Donovan: "Against my better judgement, yes. Most evenings I would ignore it and assume the building is adjusting. The one evening though, I couldn't ignore what I heard. I am the only person on the premise in the evenings, but I heard....choral chanting while laying in my bed.

  Every other night it was just a minor pop or bang, but that chanting, it petrified me. I had to investigate, at very least, I had to make sure the church had not been broken into."

  Talon: "Were you able to make out any of the words in the chanting?"

  Fr. Donovan: "No, at first it didn't even sound like words. Eventually though, I could make out phrases, but it was in a language I had never even heard before. I would try to focus, and decipher what I was hearing but when I did, it felt like someone was pressing their thumb into my brain. So I stopped trying to figure out what I was hearing and took to investigating. I got up, grabbed a flashlight, my keys, and my rosary, then I began to follow the chanting to its source.

  I tracked the sound to the basement. I stood at the top of the stairwell, the chanting was louder, and I began to pray hail Marys. I could feel the chanting reverberating in my chest. My flashlight illuminated the steps and I proceeded down, each step seeming to increase the reverberation I felt in my chest. Then suddenly when I hit the bottom of the stairs, it all ceased. I almost sprinted back up the stairs, because my presence was now known.

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  I was given courage though and searched the basement. I checked every room down there, the classroom, the kitchen, fellowship hall, storage room, janitorial closet, and I found nothing. Which made me feel much worse. But I noticed something, there was a door down there that I did not have a key for. It was sat in between the janitorial closet and the storage room, and I tried every key I had on that door, but nothing worked. There was nothing else I could do, so I retreated back to my rectory and prayed for the rest of the evening."

  Talon: "Did you attempt to rationalize what you experienced?"

  Fr. Donovan: "Well of course, I wasn't very convincing though. I tried saying it was a dream or it was the wind. Piss poor excuses if I am being honest. It was better if I pretended it didn't happen. I did speak to Alex about the missing key at next Mass though. He claimed I had every key to every door in the church. I showed him the door and he said he would work to get me a key, but that he wasn't even sure what was behind that door. I knew he was lying."

  Talon: "I see. During this period, did the congregation continue to pray the prayer at the end of Mass?"

  Fr. Donovan: "Yes, every Mass they kept saying it. I knew I had to say something about it, as their shepherd I could not allow it to continue like this. So, in the beginning of August, I gave a homily about angelic beings. I discussed how angels are messengers of God and that we can ask for their help and intercession. But, I stated that no angel of death is approved for veneration by the Vatican. Then I declared we would no longer be saying the angel of death prayer at the end of Mass."

  Talon: "How did they handle that news?"

  Fr. Donovan: "I received stares that were near death threats. No one besides myself sang for the rest of the Mass. No one said more than a simple goodbye at the door."

  Talon: "Did they end up listening to you?"

  Fr. Donovan: "Yes they did, at least for a time. At the beginning of this month though it picked back up. I tried to intervene as they prayed the prayer, but they just ignored me, and continued regardless. After that Mass I went and spoke with Deacon Alex on the matter. I told him he needed to speak with the congregation and that this business needed to stop immediately. He stated that he could not do that, because She is listening. Then he turned and walked away, as I pleaded for him to tell me who She was.

  I decided I had, had enough, I jogged after Alex. I caught up with him in the parking lot before he reached his car. I asked him who he was talking about earlier. He simply said, 'She is none of your concern.' I moved in front of him, blocking his path, he stopped in his tracks. I asked him 'What is going on here Alex? The prayer, the door I don't have a key to, and at night I swear I hear chanting, something is wrong here. Please tell me so that I can help. I am not a foe.' Alex just looked at me before speaking in a cold and removed tone, 'She knows you are the enemy. She tolerates your presence. She came from the heavens to help us and you will not interfere. She stands at the door and listens.' I was dumbfounded and speechless, and Alex just stepped around and walked to his car before driving off."

  Talon: "What did you do with that information?"

  Fr. Donovan: "Well I went to the rectory and started praying and thinking about what to do. I thought about what Alex had said, it all sent chills echoing throughout my body. Then I remembered what he said about, 'He stands at the door and listens', did he mean the locked door downstairs? I had to know the answer, this foolishness had to be stopped. So, I got in my car and went to the hardware store and bought an axe and a crowbar.

  When I got back, I went directly to the basement, tools in hand. I stood in front of the locked door, I tried the door once more, still locked. I then lifted up the crowbar and shoved it into the right side crack of the door. I raised the axe and used the blunt end to hammer the crowbar further in. As I did this, I could feel eyes all around every corner, watching me. Then once the crowbar was far enough in, I pushed with all my might on the end sticking out from the door. A loud pop and metal clanging sound emanated from the door, as it broke free from its lock and swung open towards me.

  As the door opened, I saw a room at the end of a small hallway, at the center of that room, on a pillar was a stone carving about a foot tall. Once I laid eyes on the carving, somehow, I knew it was what had been watching me when I was on the other side of the door. The statue like carving, had humanoid legs that ended with feet having two clawed toes, a torso but no head rested a top it and chains were wrapped multiple times around the torso, an array of ten angelic wings sprouted from the statue's back, on each wing a large eyeball was carved, the statue's left handed clutched a large scythe, the right arm was extended forward with the hand opened as if pushing something forward.

  I stared in horror at the statue and I swear its eyes looked back at me. I noticed that there were kneelers for prayer arranged around the pillar. People were praying to this...this...thing! Its image perpetuated in me a sense of foreboding, as if I was standing before a predator. Then from behind me, I heard a feminine voice whisper...." *Fr. Donovan stops speaking at this time*

  Talon: "Father Donovan, please continue. What did the voice say to you?!"

  *Fr. Donovan quickly stands and begins shouting and pounding on the metal table, a look a primal fear plastered on his face. Both coffee mugs fall and shatter on the tile floor*

  Fr. Donovan: "I WILL NOT! I CANNOT REPEAT THAT BLASPHEMOUS FILTH! SHE WILL NOT MAKE AN APOSTLE OUT OF ME!"

  *A buzzing sound is heard, Fr. Donovan grasps at his legs before collapsing. Researcher Talon remains sitting in his chair, observing.*

  Talon: "Father, you need to settle down. Otherwise the shocks will continue, and get worse."

  *Fr. Donovan claws back into his seat across from Researcher Talon*

  Fr. Donovan: *Fr. Donovan goes to speak but is out of breath from the containment shocks* "I will not speak about what she said."

  Talon: "Alright. Alright, we will talk about it another time. What did you do after it spoke to you?"

  Fr. Donovan: "I only had one thought in my mind, I needed to destroy that thing. Every fiber of my being though resisted turning around, because I did not want to turn towards where the whispers came from. But eventually my will to destroy the statue won out. I turned and sprinted out of the room. I slammed the door closed to that diabolical room and ran to the kitchen. I immediately turned every burner on the stove to high, but I did not ignite the burner. The smell of gas began filling the kitchen right away. I ran out of the kitchen heading towards the stairs, which lead me past the door again. Inside I could here rapid whispering, but I sprinted past hoping I would be ignored.

  I reached the rectory safely and packed a bag of essentials. I ran to the kitchen in the rectory and did the same that I did in the basement, all the burners on full blast, but no ignition. I then walked into the nave of the church, I approached the tabernacle and genuflected before removing it from its place on the altar. I then crossed myself and I asked Our Lord for forgiveness.

  I walked to the doors of the church, pulled out the matches I had packed, struck one, and threw it down the aisle. The carpet immediately began to ignite. I walked out the doors of St. Lazarus, and then turned to look at the church waiting for the inevitable explosion. As I backed away, a colossal boom echoed from St. Lazarus and I was thrown backwards. I most have lost consciousness from the blast as I remember waking up looking at the sky. I looked around, only to see robed figures in black standing in front of the burning remains of the church. Next thing I know, I woke up here."

  Talon: "Thank you Father for your insights into the incident. Sentinels will be in shortly to help you back to your room."

  Interview Log End

  INTERNAL DOSSIER - OBJECT CLASSIFICATION REPORT

  DATE RECOVERED: 10/10/2010

  LOCATION: [REDACTED]

  SUBJECT CLASS: Delta Class Entity

  DESIGNATION: "The Idol"

  Object Overview: The Idol, is a 12 inch tall limestone statue depicting a supposed angel of death. The figure in the statue has a humanoid torso but there is no head attached to the top of the torso, the torso is also wrapped in ten chains, it has a pair of humanoid legs but they end in feet that features two toes with claws, the right arm of the statue is raised forward with an open palmed hand facing forward, the left arm is holding a large scythe, and ten angelic wings come from the back of the figure and each wing has a large eyeball on it.

  Object Recovery: The object was recovered from the ruins of St. Lazarus Church in [REDACTED], [REDACTED], United States of America.

  Object Dating & Origin: This object has been dated 1,000 B.C. and was the center of worship for many cults in the Northern Babylonian Empire.

  Object Behavior: The Idol's typical behavior is to appear within a place of worship, at a time when the worshippers are desperate. From there the Idol will begin to pour blessings upon the worshippers, in exchange that their worship shift to the Idol. The Idol will also designate a Prophet, who is set to defend and guarantee that worship of the Idol continues. From information gathered during Interview Log: 2C, the Idol also desires to designate an Apostle, this role is unknown at this time. But it is believed to only designate an Apostle when a group of worshippers has gathered around it in sufficient size. If the Idol proves ineffective or is otherwise thwarted in converting a place of worship, it will leave and reappear at another place of worship around the globe. It is unknown at this time, how the Idol selects its destination.

  Prepared By:

  Researcher Talon

  Department of Esoteric and Occult Religion

  Internal Reference Code: 1099TW-506