Mr Right strengthened his spirit. His muscular constrictions, visible to any observer, reflected the battle he was fighting within himself. He moaned in pain as his soul clawed to escape its shell.
"Hurry Doctor! My spirit weakens with every passing moment," Mr Right said, clenching his fists.
"The potion is almost ready," the Doctor responded.
Mr Right's moans escalated into screams. It was apparent that his soul was winning. It was only a matter of time before it slid out from Mr Right's body.
"In the name of the almighty, I infuse the power of Elohim into this vial. With the authority of the Lord of hosts, I command your soul to be bound to your body!" With that monologue, the Doctor forced the liquid into Mr Right's mouth.
One long, loud scream erupted from Mr Right's mouth, like a burst of molten magma from a volcano. In just a few moments, the battle was over. Mr Right collapsed into relaxing unconsciousness almost immediately.
"Thank you Lord, for another victory." The Doctor muttered, as he bowed his head.
"Doctor, this is the 16th case of soul snatching we have treated in just eight days. We need to inform the Reverends that the search for a permanent panacea must be expedited," said the Doctor's apprentice, who had been in the chamber all the while.
"I am sure the Reverends are aware of the precariousness of the situation that is upon us all. You have to understand that this is a most delicate and unusual case we face. We do not battle demons, no no no, we battle the souls of men, acting like demons. We do not know how this came to be. Lucifer must have found a way to infuse a daemon element into the souls of men. But, we should let the Reverends consult with Jehovah to find a soulution. Apart from that, we will just have to continue binding souls."
"But Doctor, can't we just destroy or contain the escaped souls somewhere more secure?"
"Men fall into apythanatosis when their souls are absent within them. Their lives fade away as they continue to be in that state. That is why it is necessary to bind the souls within them, even if the souls always find ways to escape."
"Then it means -"
"You ask too many questions boy! Go and fetch more olive oil for the potion."
"Yes Doctor."
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