The Exorcism and the Card Game
Jul 3, 2016 13:38:07 GMT -5
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Post by Severan King on Jul 3, 2016 13:38:07 GMT -5
Part One
The scene opens up and we see Severan King standing over a bed. Beside him we see a woman in tears. In the bed we see a small child strapped down to the bed. All around the room we see posters of princesses, fairies, horses, and other magical creatures. The girl in the bed tosses and turns. She jerks and twists her body in agony. The apparent mother of the girl lets out a loud sob. King embraces her and whispers something we cannot hear. We see the woman nod her head and then slowly walk out of the room but not before looking back at her daughter. After she exits the room King walks over and quietly shuts the door. He walks over towards the bed and reaches down. We finally notice a black bag lying next to the bed. He opens up the bag and we see him pulling a few items out. The girl on the bed screams again. In King’s hand we see what appears to be a book as well as a crucifix. He walks over to the end table and pulls the chain turning on the lamp. He sets the book down on the table and places the crucifix on top. He reaches back down into his bag and pulls another item out. We see the light reflect off the metallic flask. King unscrews the flask and shakes the canister at the girl. Steam rises from the contact points and she screams even louder than before.
King: Et hoc modo procedere Pervohtant pars altera. Quid autem in hoc opinor. Non opinor quemquam huc iturum. Alioqui quid agis? Spero consecuti sermons meos. Vnde daemoniorum videtur.
King’s words slash through the air. The girl’s body writing in obvious pain. We hear a demonic voice spew forth from the girl. He head lurching forward with each word. Her bindings jerking against the bedposts.
Girl: I am not going anywhere priest. Try all you might but this girl is mine.
King ignores her words and her deepened voice. He grabs the bible off the bedside table. He flips through the book until he seems to find what he is looking for.
King: I command you, unclean spirit, whoever you are, along with all your minions now attacking this servant of God, by the mysteries of the incarnation, passion, resurrection and ascension of our Lord Jesus Christ, by the descent of the Holy Spirit, by the coming of our Lord for judgement, that you tell me by some sign your name, and the day and hour of your departure. I command you, moreover, to obey me to the letter, I who am a minister of God despite my unworthiness; nor shall you be emboldened to harm in any way this creature of God, or the bystanders, or any of their possessions.
The possessed girl writhes in pain. She lets out a blood curdling scream. King sprinkles more water from the flask on to her body. He reaches down into his bag once more and pulls out a little tin box. He pops the box open and dips his thumb into it. He moves his thumb towards the head of the girl and makes a small cross on her forehead.
Girl: You think I am weak enough for this to work? Ha, you are a bigger fool than you think. This girl is going to hell and I shall guide her there. She has no hope priest. I am not your average demon, I am so much more. I do this regularly and no one has stopped me yet.
King stops for a moment and looks at the creature in the bed. He smirks for a moment before sitting down the tin can filled with ashes.
King: You are nothing more than a ferryman. A transporter. A psychopomp I believe they were once called by the Greeks. You presume to come into my domain and think you can you can take the souls of my congregation and there would be no retaliation? Oh no you have it all wrong. The only guide they will be getting is me. I shall guide their souls to heaven not some underworld. Your kind is all the same. You think you run everything that has to do with the afterlife. Well not anymore. Put your friends on notice that I, Severan King, shall be doing the honor of carrying souls from here on out. They shall be carried to a brighter afterlife than some dark dank cell of an underworld you control. You know something, you aren’t the first Psychopomp I will deal with this week. He may be a friend of yours but I do not care. You are all the same. Mindless, selfish, insane. Something about your kind does not click. The most famous of you may possibly be the Grim Reaper.
The girl on the bed cringes a little bit upon hearing the name. King smirks a little at this reaction.
King: Something get to you there? Don’t like hearing the name of your boss I assume? How proud he must be right now. Watching you toil away not even being able to transport the soul of a little girl. Did you think she was dead when you got here? Her body may have been at the end but you came too soon. Instead of reaching in and removing the soul you got stuck because her soul was still kicking. We all know the soul is a very powerful thing. More powerful than even you. You see the soul is a little like a vacuum. When on it sucks in everything to make it apart of itself. Only when it is turned off, like when the body finally does pass away, can it be removed by someone like you. You must be new at this if you didn’t know that. This is all soul taking 101. Looks like someone missed a few lessons.
We see the girl in the bed begin to sweat profusely. Her eyes darting back and forth throughout the room. King sits down beside her on the bed. She cowers away a little from him, or as best she can since she is tied down to the bed.
King: This girl will live longer than you. Did you know that? For here soon you shall be no more. This was your last mission and it is one you failed miserably. You may have won with someone other than the son of God. It seems today is not your lucky day. I will give you a few ore moments of life to do one thing. I know all you guys are connected. Send word to your friends that any one of my followers are off limits. I am the only one who shall be handling their souls from now on.
King stands up. He walks over to the book on the table and picks it back up. Once again he opens it up.
King: Well, my demonic friend, it is time to wrap this up. Haec est pars daemone abire faciam. Malus Daemon intrare in loco. Soleo saepe televisionem cu haec scribe. Quid normaliter facere? Surgite et ascendamus ad finum. Vale.
The little girl begins to convulse. Demonic screams emanate from her. King watches as her body suddenly ceases and she collapses on the bed. King pulls a handkerchief from his pocket and wipes his sweat stained brow. He stands there looking down at the girl for a moment longer. He walks over to the door and slowly cracked it open. He pokes his head out and we hear him call for someone. Moments later the girl’s mother reenters the room. She rushes over to her daughter’s side with tears streaming down her face. King walks around to her and places and hand on her shoulder.
King: It is done. She is your daughter once again. She needs her rest now. When she wakes she will need plenty of water. Place a cold compress on her forehead. I expect she will sleep for a day or two before returning to normal. This will be a difficult time for her. Just pray with her and everything will be ok.
Mother: Thank you Mr. King. I don’t know how I can ever repay you for this.
King: Stay on the path of righteousness. Know that nothing will be messing with your daughter anymore. I will see you on Sunday. Take care of yourself and remember what I said.
The woman smiles and nods at King. He walks over a grabs his jacket and hat. He places the hat on his head and pulls the jacket on. We watch as he packs away his bible, flask, and tin of ashes. He stands there a moment watching the mother cry and comfort her unconscious child. A smile comes across his face and then he exits the room. The camera pans over to the little girl for a moment and then fades to black.
Part Two
The camera opens up and we see Severan King and several other men sitting around a table. We see King sitting there with a typical poker dealer cap on his head. We see about four other men sitting around with him, all of whom have cards in their hand. In the center we see a decent pile of chips.
King: I see your five and raise you five.
King tosses another stack of chips into the middle. The man sitting across from him chuckles. The man to King’s left looks at King intently to see if he has any tells. The man sits for a moment and then tosses away his cards into the middle. The camera shift to the next man in line who throws in his chips into the middle.
King: Chuck you think you can beat me?
Chuck: I’m not sure but I really want to see.
Chuck chuckles. King smirks and then waits for the next guy to make a decision on whether he is in or out. The man thinks for a moment before letting out a small huff and tossing his cards in the middle as well. The other men in the circle continue to fold until we are back down to just the three we saw ante up. The camera pans back over to King whose move it is. He messes with his chips while he thinks for a moment. In the middle we see the ace of hearts, the ace of diamonds, and a three of clubs. King smirks and pushes all his chips into the center.
King: All in.
He smirks and looks at Chuck. Chuck’s eye twitches and he looks again at his cards. He fiddles with his chips for a moment. He shakes his head and looks into King’s eyes. King laughs and motions for Chuck to push his chips into the center. Chuck tosses his cards into the center indicating a fold. King turns his attention to the remaining guy in the pot. The gentleman stares down King and doesn’t hesitate to push his chips in.
King: No hesitation huh? Well, Chris, let’s play. Think the cards will favor you?
We watch as the dealer flips over the next card. It is a three of hearts. Chris smiles and looks over at King. King snickers for a moment. The dealer flips over the final card. Seven of spades. Chris looks over at King and smiles.
Chris: I think I’ve got this. Any last words?
King: Yeah, I just want to say that I apologize. You know it can’t be fun getting beat. Go ahead and flip those cards. Let’s see what you have there bud.
Chris flips his cards over while staring down King. The camera moves and we see him flip over a three of spades and a two of hearts.
Chris: Three of a kind. Looks like I have a pot of chips coming to me.
Chris reaches out and starts to grab the pot in the middle. King reaches out and smack his hand. Chris jumps back a moment and looks at King. King moves his hand back and grabs his cards and flips them at Chris. Chris picks them up and the first card we see is an eight of hearts. He fumbles for a moment grabbing the second card from off his chest. Ace of spades. King wins. He reaches out and grabs the pot from the center.
King: Isn’t it amazing how one little ace could be your downfall? That is why you should always have an ace up your sleeve. It isn’t that hard really. You see someone of Ace’s standing is all talk. He comes out here week after week and acts like he runs this place. He talks about his titles and victories. Something I think is interesting. You are only as good as your last win. Ace can talk all he wants but he doesn’t win. I win. I win matches. I win followers. I win card games. Ace gets a title shot against Plague and fails to capitalize on that chance. Meanwhile, I have gone undefeated since I have relied on just me. Does anyone give me a shot? I think that people like Ace beg and plead and coerce their way into title pictures. I sit back and prove myself time and time again.
King collects his chips and stands up.
King: I’m done here. No one is presenting themselves to be a challenge these days. I guess when you are God’s favorite son no one can touch you. No one will continue to touch me either. HMM Logan, Excalibur, Greg St Matthews, HMM Logan again. They’ve all found out why I am the best thing in WCF.
King walks over to a woman who has a metal box sitting in front of her. King hands off his chips to the woman. She counts them up real quick and then opens her box. She hands King a wad of cash. He collects his money and walks out of the room. The camera fades to black.
The sermon
The camera opens up and we see King standing in a building. Images of the bible powder the windows in stain glass. The high ceiling occasionally drips a light down into the chapel. The pews begin to fill up. People of all variations fill the empty seats. People dressed in their Sunday best momentarily stop and speak with the ushers before entering. After a few more minutes the pews are full and the chapel is quiet. Severan King is seen sitting in a really nice chair on the stage. He stands up and we see his white suit and slicked back hair. He walks up to the podium.
King: Welcome. As you can see we have a lot of new faces here with us. So many new faces to our cause that we had to change up our location. We have moved from the tent to the temple. We have moved from meager beginnings to a much more accommodating location. Now I feel that with a new location for all to see we needed an official name. So, ladies and gentlemen, without further ado I wish to welcome you to the Temple of the King.
King takes a small step back from the podium while the crowd cheers. He reaches forward and takes a sip from a water bottle. He places the bottle back down and steps back up.
King: I’ve heard many things this past week. Everyone I have encountered has asked me about Craven. They’ve asked me about Kevin Bishop. They want to know about our relationship. They want to know why I have seemingly made a deal with the devil. My deal is with Mr. Bishop is one of growth. You see he is a means to an ends. I call it controlling the plague. Back in Egypt God used plagues to get his point across. I figured if my father could use plagues to get his point across why can’t I? Why can I not use a modern day plague to get my point across? Why not utilize something dark in order to spread the light? Kevin Bishop is a man who knows how to get things done. Severan King is a man who knows how to get things done. I will be utilizing this Plague, Bishop, and I will continue to grow. He and his mindless peons will be the ones who do my dirty work. Bishop will be the insurance I need to accomplish the goals I have.
King takes a sip from the water bottle.
King: This world has gone south. This world has gone dark. This world is not the great sphere it used to be. America has gone further down the road to destruction. I’ve said before that I am the cure to what this country needs. People are turning their backs on my father. The young have turned to science, they have broken faith. They follow the teachings of wicked men. Religions following a belief of aliens. Religions following men who think that they are here to bring about the end of the world. Here today I put them on notice. Severan King is not going to let this world go to hell. I will do everything I can to save as many as I can. This world is wicked. To the wicked I say watch your back for I smite the wicked. Christ and his followers have been down this road before. My brother was a man of mercy. We all know how well that worked out for him. I love my brother but I will not be sacrificed. I will not be weak. I am the wrathful son of God and I will bring people to him by any means. Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for joining me today in our new church. The Temple of the King is always open. I am here for you. I may serve my father but my father’s favorite creations are all of you. You shall be rewarded in the next life by standing tall next to me. God bless and be safe getting home.
King backs away from the podium. Organ music begins to play and we watch as King walks down the aisle to the back of the chapel. He opens the doors himself and motions for people to start exiting. One by one he shakes the hand of each member of his congregation as they exit. The camera fades to black.
The scene opens up and we see Severan King standing over a bed. Beside him we see a woman in tears. In the bed we see a small child strapped down to the bed. All around the room we see posters of princesses, fairies, horses, and other magical creatures. The girl in the bed tosses and turns. She jerks and twists her body in agony. The apparent mother of the girl lets out a loud sob. King embraces her and whispers something we cannot hear. We see the woman nod her head and then slowly walk out of the room but not before looking back at her daughter. After she exits the room King walks over and quietly shuts the door. He walks over towards the bed and reaches down. We finally notice a black bag lying next to the bed. He opens up the bag and we see him pulling a few items out. The girl on the bed screams again. In King’s hand we see what appears to be a book as well as a crucifix. He walks over to the end table and pulls the chain turning on the lamp. He sets the book down on the table and places the crucifix on top. He reaches back down into his bag and pulls another item out. We see the light reflect off the metallic flask. King unscrews the flask and shakes the canister at the girl. Steam rises from the contact points and she screams even louder than before.
King: Et hoc modo procedere Pervohtant pars altera. Quid autem in hoc opinor. Non opinor quemquam huc iturum. Alioqui quid agis? Spero consecuti sermons meos. Vnde daemoniorum videtur.
King’s words slash through the air. The girl’s body writing in obvious pain. We hear a demonic voice spew forth from the girl. He head lurching forward with each word. Her bindings jerking against the bedposts.
Girl: I am not going anywhere priest. Try all you might but this girl is mine.
King ignores her words and her deepened voice. He grabs the bible off the bedside table. He flips through the book until he seems to find what he is looking for.
King: I command you, unclean spirit, whoever you are, along with all your minions now attacking this servant of God, by the mysteries of the incarnation, passion, resurrection and ascension of our Lord Jesus Christ, by the descent of the Holy Spirit, by the coming of our Lord for judgement, that you tell me by some sign your name, and the day and hour of your departure. I command you, moreover, to obey me to the letter, I who am a minister of God despite my unworthiness; nor shall you be emboldened to harm in any way this creature of God, or the bystanders, or any of their possessions.
The possessed girl writhes in pain. She lets out a blood curdling scream. King sprinkles more water from the flask on to her body. He reaches down into his bag once more and pulls out a little tin box. He pops the box open and dips his thumb into it. He moves his thumb towards the head of the girl and makes a small cross on her forehead.
Girl: You think I am weak enough for this to work? Ha, you are a bigger fool than you think. This girl is going to hell and I shall guide her there. She has no hope priest. I am not your average demon, I am so much more. I do this regularly and no one has stopped me yet.
King stops for a moment and looks at the creature in the bed. He smirks for a moment before sitting down the tin can filled with ashes.
King: You are nothing more than a ferryman. A transporter. A psychopomp I believe they were once called by the Greeks. You presume to come into my domain and think you can you can take the souls of my congregation and there would be no retaliation? Oh no you have it all wrong. The only guide they will be getting is me. I shall guide their souls to heaven not some underworld. Your kind is all the same. You think you run everything that has to do with the afterlife. Well not anymore. Put your friends on notice that I, Severan King, shall be doing the honor of carrying souls from here on out. They shall be carried to a brighter afterlife than some dark dank cell of an underworld you control. You know something, you aren’t the first Psychopomp I will deal with this week. He may be a friend of yours but I do not care. You are all the same. Mindless, selfish, insane. Something about your kind does not click. The most famous of you may possibly be the Grim Reaper.
The girl on the bed cringes a little bit upon hearing the name. King smirks a little at this reaction.
King: Something get to you there? Don’t like hearing the name of your boss I assume? How proud he must be right now. Watching you toil away not even being able to transport the soul of a little girl. Did you think she was dead when you got here? Her body may have been at the end but you came too soon. Instead of reaching in and removing the soul you got stuck because her soul was still kicking. We all know the soul is a very powerful thing. More powerful than even you. You see the soul is a little like a vacuum. When on it sucks in everything to make it apart of itself. Only when it is turned off, like when the body finally does pass away, can it be removed by someone like you. You must be new at this if you didn’t know that. This is all soul taking 101. Looks like someone missed a few lessons.
We see the girl in the bed begin to sweat profusely. Her eyes darting back and forth throughout the room. King sits down beside her on the bed. She cowers away a little from him, or as best she can since she is tied down to the bed.
King: This girl will live longer than you. Did you know that? For here soon you shall be no more. This was your last mission and it is one you failed miserably. You may have won with someone other than the son of God. It seems today is not your lucky day. I will give you a few ore moments of life to do one thing. I know all you guys are connected. Send word to your friends that any one of my followers are off limits. I am the only one who shall be handling their souls from now on.
King stands up. He walks over to the book on the table and picks it back up. Once again he opens it up.
King: Well, my demonic friend, it is time to wrap this up. Haec est pars daemone abire faciam. Malus Daemon intrare in loco. Soleo saepe televisionem cu haec scribe. Quid normaliter facere? Surgite et ascendamus ad finum. Vale.
The little girl begins to convulse. Demonic screams emanate from her. King watches as her body suddenly ceases and she collapses on the bed. King pulls a handkerchief from his pocket and wipes his sweat stained brow. He stands there looking down at the girl for a moment longer. He walks over to the door and slowly cracked it open. He pokes his head out and we hear him call for someone. Moments later the girl’s mother reenters the room. She rushes over to her daughter’s side with tears streaming down her face. King walks around to her and places and hand on her shoulder.
King: It is done. She is your daughter once again. She needs her rest now. When she wakes she will need plenty of water. Place a cold compress on her forehead. I expect she will sleep for a day or two before returning to normal. This will be a difficult time for her. Just pray with her and everything will be ok.
Mother: Thank you Mr. King. I don’t know how I can ever repay you for this.
King: Stay on the path of righteousness. Know that nothing will be messing with your daughter anymore. I will see you on Sunday. Take care of yourself and remember what I said.
The woman smiles and nods at King. He walks over a grabs his jacket and hat. He places the hat on his head and pulls the jacket on. We watch as he packs away his bible, flask, and tin of ashes. He stands there a moment watching the mother cry and comfort her unconscious child. A smile comes across his face and then he exits the room. The camera pans over to the little girl for a moment and then fades to black.
Part Two
The camera opens up and we see Severan King and several other men sitting around a table. We see King sitting there with a typical poker dealer cap on his head. We see about four other men sitting around with him, all of whom have cards in their hand. In the center we see a decent pile of chips.
King: I see your five and raise you five.
King tosses another stack of chips into the middle. The man sitting across from him chuckles. The man to King’s left looks at King intently to see if he has any tells. The man sits for a moment and then tosses away his cards into the middle. The camera shift to the next man in line who throws in his chips into the middle.
King: Chuck you think you can beat me?
Chuck: I’m not sure but I really want to see.
Chuck chuckles. King smirks and then waits for the next guy to make a decision on whether he is in or out. The man thinks for a moment before letting out a small huff and tossing his cards in the middle as well. The other men in the circle continue to fold until we are back down to just the three we saw ante up. The camera pans back over to King whose move it is. He messes with his chips while he thinks for a moment. In the middle we see the ace of hearts, the ace of diamonds, and a three of clubs. King smirks and pushes all his chips into the center.
King: All in.
He smirks and looks at Chuck. Chuck’s eye twitches and he looks again at his cards. He fiddles with his chips for a moment. He shakes his head and looks into King’s eyes. King laughs and motions for Chuck to push his chips into the center. Chuck tosses his cards into the center indicating a fold. King turns his attention to the remaining guy in the pot. The gentleman stares down King and doesn’t hesitate to push his chips in.
King: No hesitation huh? Well, Chris, let’s play. Think the cards will favor you?
We watch as the dealer flips over the next card. It is a three of hearts. Chris smiles and looks over at King. King snickers for a moment. The dealer flips over the final card. Seven of spades. Chris looks over at King and smiles.
Chris: I think I’ve got this. Any last words?
King: Yeah, I just want to say that I apologize. You know it can’t be fun getting beat. Go ahead and flip those cards. Let’s see what you have there bud.
Chris flips his cards over while staring down King. The camera moves and we see him flip over a three of spades and a two of hearts.
Chris: Three of a kind. Looks like I have a pot of chips coming to me.
Chris reaches out and starts to grab the pot in the middle. King reaches out and smack his hand. Chris jumps back a moment and looks at King. King moves his hand back and grabs his cards and flips them at Chris. Chris picks them up and the first card we see is an eight of hearts. He fumbles for a moment grabbing the second card from off his chest. Ace of spades. King wins. He reaches out and grabs the pot from the center.
King: Isn’t it amazing how one little ace could be your downfall? That is why you should always have an ace up your sleeve. It isn’t that hard really. You see someone of Ace’s standing is all talk. He comes out here week after week and acts like he runs this place. He talks about his titles and victories. Something I think is interesting. You are only as good as your last win. Ace can talk all he wants but he doesn’t win. I win. I win matches. I win followers. I win card games. Ace gets a title shot against Plague and fails to capitalize on that chance. Meanwhile, I have gone undefeated since I have relied on just me. Does anyone give me a shot? I think that people like Ace beg and plead and coerce their way into title pictures. I sit back and prove myself time and time again.
King collects his chips and stands up.
King: I’m done here. No one is presenting themselves to be a challenge these days. I guess when you are God’s favorite son no one can touch you. No one will continue to touch me either. HMM Logan, Excalibur, Greg St Matthews, HMM Logan again. They’ve all found out why I am the best thing in WCF.
King walks over to a woman who has a metal box sitting in front of her. King hands off his chips to the woman. She counts them up real quick and then opens her box. She hands King a wad of cash. He collects his money and walks out of the room. The camera fades to black.
The sermon
The camera opens up and we see King standing in a building. Images of the bible powder the windows in stain glass. The high ceiling occasionally drips a light down into the chapel. The pews begin to fill up. People of all variations fill the empty seats. People dressed in their Sunday best momentarily stop and speak with the ushers before entering. After a few more minutes the pews are full and the chapel is quiet. Severan King is seen sitting in a really nice chair on the stage. He stands up and we see his white suit and slicked back hair. He walks up to the podium.
King: Welcome. As you can see we have a lot of new faces here with us. So many new faces to our cause that we had to change up our location. We have moved from the tent to the temple. We have moved from meager beginnings to a much more accommodating location. Now I feel that with a new location for all to see we needed an official name. So, ladies and gentlemen, without further ado I wish to welcome you to the Temple of the King.
King takes a small step back from the podium while the crowd cheers. He reaches forward and takes a sip from a water bottle. He places the bottle back down and steps back up.
King: I’ve heard many things this past week. Everyone I have encountered has asked me about Craven. They’ve asked me about Kevin Bishop. They want to know about our relationship. They want to know why I have seemingly made a deal with the devil. My deal is with Mr. Bishop is one of growth. You see he is a means to an ends. I call it controlling the plague. Back in Egypt God used plagues to get his point across. I figured if my father could use plagues to get his point across why can’t I? Why can I not use a modern day plague to get my point across? Why not utilize something dark in order to spread the light? Kevin Bishop is a man who knows how to get things done. Severan King is a man who knows how to get things done. I will be utilizing this Plague, Bishop, and I will continue to grow. He and his mindless peons will be the ones who do my dirty work. Bishop will be the insurance I need to accomplish the goals I have.
King takes a sip from the water bottle.
King: This world has gone south. This world has gone dark. This world is not the great sphere it used to be. America has gone further down the road to destruction. I’ve said before that I am the cure to what this country needs. People are turning their backs on my father. The young have turned to science, they have broken faith. They follow the teachings of wicked men. Religions following a belief of aliens. Religions following men who think that they are here to bring about the end of the world. Here today I put them on notice. Severan King is not going to let this world go to hell. I will do everything I can to save as many as I can. This world is wicked. To the wicked I say watch your back for I smite the wicked. Christ and his followers have been down this road before. My brother was a man of mercy. We all know how well that worked out for him. I love my brother but I will not be sacrificed. I will not be weak. I am the wrathful son of God and I will bring people to him by any means. Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for joining me today in our new church. The Temple of the King is always open. I am here for you. I may serve my father but my father’s favorite creations are all of you. You shall be rewarded in the next life by standing tall next to me. God bless and be safe getting home.
King backs away from the podium. Organ music begins to play and we watch as King walks down the aisle to the back of the chapel. He opens the doors himself and motions for people to start exiting. One by one he shakes the hand of each member of his congregation as they exit. The camera fades to black.