Part 42 (1/2)
The newcomer spat into a marble bowl of water like that placed at the door of the Roman Catholic churches, whereupon Satan gave vent to a laugh so hideous that it sent a chill through me. Next second, some eight or ten others, men and women, entered, each expectorating into the holy water as sign of contempt for all things sacred.
With bated breath we watched. For several years there had been hints in the press of the establishment in London of a cult of Satan, but very few believed it. Yet here we were actual witnesses that Diabolism did exist among us. This age is indeed a decadent one, for according to the facts which had already leaked out the terribly profane doctrine of Satan consisted of a kind of reversed Christianity, it being inferred, from the condition of the world at the present time, that the mastery of the moment rests with the evil principle, and that the beneficent Deity is at a disadvantage. The Diabolists, therefore, while believing that the Deity reigns, declare that he is the author of human misery, and they therefore take sides with Satan in the cause of humanity.
According to those who have come out of this cultus, the wors.h.i.+ppers co-operate with Satan to insure his triumph, and they believe that he communicates with them to encourage and strengthen them.
Such, briefly, is the belief of the modern Diabolists, and such is the latest acme of profanity established among the greatest and most civilised nation on the earth.
As we watched, our eyes strained to witness everything, we saw infamous rites performed, rites which caused us both to shudder in horror; yet curiously enough Muriel looked upon them calmly, without betraying the slightest fear. Those who a.s.sembled were, for the most part, well dressed, and presently the Evil One upon the pedestal reached forth his hand and rang a small bell. Next instant there entered two acolytes bearing a ciborium, which they placed upon the altar. Then, after repeating a prayer to Satan in Latin, in imitation of a Christian prayer, the wors.h.i.+ppers with one accord fell upon their knees in adoration of the Evil One.
The scene was strangely weird, but utterly horrible, for on regaining their feet all formed a row and filed past the altar, each taking up a dagger, and as they pa.s.sed stabbed the consecrated host within the casket. Then, at sign from the hideous man upon the pedestal, a Satanic liturgy was chanted, and a brazier was lit by the acolyte in the centre of the chamber, when each wors.h.i.+pper producing a crucifix spat three times upon it and cast it into the fire, while Satan laughed in triumph and they cried aloud to him in adoration. To witness such Pagan rites as these, where every element of Christianity was held up to ridicule, was sickening. A feeling of nausea crept over me when I heard these men and women anathematise the Deity, and the infamous and degrading ceremonies caused me to shudder.
Suddenly there was a stir among the members of this evil cult at that moment kneeling, for a woman slowly entered, veiled, followed by a masked man in a long, black vestment, bearing on the breast an effigy of Satan. A silence fell, deep and complete, for the woman in her flowing robes of black stood before the stool in front of the altar and raised her bare white arms above her head.
She was evidently the priestess of the cult, for I watched her stand before the stool, while the priest with the a.s.sistance of an acolyte brought out a huge crucifix of black and silver and placed it before her. Then he also produced a bag of black silk containing something which moved within, and deposited it at her feet.
When he had done this, and all was in readiness, she knelt upon the cus.h.i.+on, and placed her back as a reading-desk for him, while he went through the ceremony of the Black Ma.s.s, an appalling profanity impossible to here describe.
When at length this had been concluded, the woman rose and, bending, took from the bag the object that had been writhing within it. Eagerly we strained our eyes, and were amazed to see that it was a black cat.
With a loud cry to Satan as ruler of the world, she took a long, thin dagger from her belt and plunged it into the animal, which expired almost without a struggle. Then, with a swift, dexterous movement she cut out the heart, and with its blood defiled the crucifix, an action which was applauded by the onlookers, now increased in number, and greeted with a loud laugh by the hideous representative of Evil at the end of that foul, terrible place.
Next second, however, a circ.u.mstance occurred which rendered our concealment impossible. The priestess with a swift movement tore her veil from her face, while the priest took off his mask.
The two faces revealed caused us to utter exclamations of surprise which at once rendered concealment no longer possible.
The priestess was none other than Aline Cloud, and the priest the bony-faced scoundrel Hibbert, whom Muriel had loved!
”We are discovered!” my love gasped. ”Be careful, or your lives may be taken. These people are desperate.”
Both Jack and myself drew our revolvers in an instant, and ere we knew how it occurred, a door opened, and we found ourselves within the Temple of Evil, struggling in the confusion which had been caused. The man who had posed as Satan, director of the cult, had sprung down to earth in a moment, shouting to some hidden person to close all egress and bearing in his hand the gleaming dagger with which the wors.h.i.+ppers had stabbed the sacred elements within the ciborium.
Aline, when she had recognised us, gave a shriek and stood glaring at her lover, pale as death. Jack, tall, and strong as a lion, stood in the garb of the Christian Church within that foul den of the Diabolists and with a loud voice called upon them to remain quiet and listen.
But at that instant I saw in the eyes of Satan a dangerous expression, and with a curse he sprang at Muriel with his knife, and would have struck her dead had I not been quick enough to arrest the blow and point my revolver at his head.
”Would you,” she cried, ”attempt my life a second time? See!” and she pointed to me. ”This man is my lover; and for your cowardly attempt to kill me you shall answer to him.”
”And this was the man who attacked you?” I cried, as he flinched beneath my aim. ”It is only what might be expected of a man who masquerades as the Evil One.”
”You!” I heard Yelverton cry in a voice which showed how bitter was his regret, as he faced Aline, who in her long, black robe stood trembling and unsteady before him. ”Then this is the truth,” he cried hoa.r.s.ely.
”You are the priestess of Satan!”
”Ah, yes!” she cried. ”But first hear me before you condemn me! And you, Clifton,” she added, turning to me. ”Hear me, and when you have listened try and regard me with sympathy and pity. I know I am unworthy of regard, wretched outcast that I am; but I have acted under compulsion. I swear I have!”
”Enough!” roughly cried the director of those profane rites, who had posed above the altar regarding all with satisfaction. ”There has been treachery; and you, our brothers and sisters, must decide the fate of those who have dared to enter with the spy.”
”Silence!” I cried, handling my revolver determinedly. ”First let us hear the statement of this priestess of yours. The first person who lays hands on either of us pays for it with his life.”
I was a pretty dead shot, and at that moment was desperate.
”Listen!” Aline cried, addressing Jack, ”and I will tell you. Three years ago I was living with my father in Montgeron when I became acquainted with a man who one night persuaded me to go with him to a house in Paris, and there by his trickery I was initiated as a Diabolist. It was partly because of a pa.s.sing fancy for him, and partly because of the mysteries surrounding it, that I became a member of the infamous cult; yet soon I hated the awful rites, and the revulsion of feeling within me caused me to embrace Christianity, so that when at length my father died, and I escaped from this man and came to England, I was received into the English Church. Then you know how we met, and I loved you. My father had left me fairly well off, and as atonement for my sin in wors.h.i.+pping Satan I devoted the greater part of my money to charity in the poorer districts of London. Suddenly, however, this man, who was one of the elders of the cult of Satan in Paris, found me in London, and a branch having been established here, he compelled me under threats of exposure to you of my a.s.sociation with this abominable sect, to return to them and become their priestess. Thus, powerless beneath his influence, I loved you and wors.h.i.+pped at your church, yet on each Sunday night compelled to come here and a.s.sist at the Black Ma.s.s of the Evil One. Can you imagine what my feelings have been? Can you fully realise the awful pangs of conscience when, fearing G.o.d as I do, I have knelt upon yonder cus.h.i.+on compelled to profane His name, because of my love for you and the fear that if you knew the truth you would cast me aside? Yes,” she cried wildly, her face blanched and haggard, ”I loved you, Jack!” and staggering forward she fell upon her knees before him in penitence.