First part rated PG-13 for violence, then things start to settle down.
"I've had it with you!" Satan shouted at the angel, "Always interfering! For centuries now, you've been messing up my plans to pervert souls, to dominate the world!"
Elizabeth smirked at Satan then gave him a well-placed kick in the groin. Satan hissed and floated away from her.
"You're still the same spitfire, aren't you?" He sneered. "Now you even have those pathetic mortals and that curly-haired conduit helping you!"
Above them, a roll of thunder sounded. Satan floated back toward Elizabeth.
"I won't stand for it any longer! Once I dispose of you, I'll set your friends' house on fire and have my demons hack them to pieces when they try to escape!" He laughed, "Then for good measure, I'll burn down all the houses on this block!" The evil being then raised his walking stick over his head to smash in Elizabeth's skull. "That way, all will know that I..."
Just then, a drop of rain landed on Satan's nose. Ordinarily, this wouldn't have bothered him, but this drop of rain burned! This drop of rain was followed by others, all burning Satan's skin. The epitome of evil looked up into the sky.
"NO! NO! I WILL HAVE MY REVENGE!" He screamed, as it began to rain harder.
The demons holding Elizabeth were also being burned by the holy water. They screamed and let go of the angel, who was unaffected by the water.
As Elizabeth watched, The eleven remaining members of Force 666 began to melt, their features twisting into unrecognizable shapes. Satan was beside himself with rage. He cursed and screamed up at the heavens until a lightning bolt struck him, knocking him end over end.
"This isn't over, angel!" Satan screamed, his face contorted with fury, "I will be back!"
"And my friends and I will be waiting for you, evil one." Elizabeth replied, "Now go, you're annoying me."
In a blaze of fire, Satan and what was left of his demon force disappeared.
Elizabeth raised her hands up to sky.
"I give you thanks, oh Lord." She cried out, "For rescuing your servant. You have shown that you alone, whose name is Lord, are the Most High over all the Earth."
Then Elizabeth slowly floated back down to Earth.
Micky finally broke free of Peter and Davy and rushed down the stairs. He threw open the front door…to see Elizabeth, back in human form, calmly walking up the sidewalk toward him. Micky ran toward the angel, picked her up and swirled her around.
"Honey are you alright?" He asked, holding her close.
"I'm right as rain, Micky." Elizabeth replied with a smile.
"What happened?" Micky asked, putting her down.
"Satan was here to cause trouble, but the Lord made him take a rain check." The angel said, indicating the rain still falling from the sky.
Micky laughed and raised his head to the sky, letting the water soak his face. He and Elizabeth then gave each other a passionate kiss, oblivious to the rain soaking them.
The kiss was cut short by the good-natured clapping and whistling coming from Peter, Davy, Darlene and Margaret standing inside the front door. Micky put his arms around Elizabeth's shoulders and the two walked inside the pad.
That night everyone, including Mike, had a deep, restful sleep.
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The next morning, a solemn ceremony was taking place at the St. Michael monastery. The quiet countryside was interrupted by the ringing of a bell. The back door opened and a precession started to come out.
First were two priests with large lit candles, followed by several other priests, two by two. All the priests wore simple long white garments called a chasuble with a rope cincture around their waists. The priests were followed by Mother Angelica and a few other nuns of the order. These were followed by four more priests who carried stone jars and another priest carrying a large prayer book.
Bringing up the rear was a priest who had lit incense burning inside a censer on a chain. The last person to come out was Father Matthew. He was wearing a chasuble with gold trim. Around his neck was a long wide white cloth called a stole. The stole had embroidered pictures of the Virgin Mary and the Sacred Heart of Jesus on either side.
The procession traveled a short distance to a small grove behind the monastery. Already waiting for them were the Monkees, Elizabeth, Darlene and Margaret. Mike was feeling much better now, a hearty breakfast had put the color back in his cheeks.
In the grove was a stone statue of St. Michael with his foot on Satan's neck. Beneath the statue was a stone pit, the cover of which had been pulled aside for this occasion. Inside the pit was the Black Dragon's evil spell book, awaiting its fate.
The procession split into two lines and circled the pit. The priest with the censer circled the pit, gently swinging the censer back and forth, sending clouds of incense up into the sky. Another priest brought the prayer book over to father Matthew and opened it up for him.
"In the name of the Father, and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit." Father Matthew began.
"Amen." Everyone responded, making the sign of the cross.
Father Matthew flipped a few pages in the book in front of him and began to read.
"Oh Heavenly Father, you who cleansed the Earth of its wickedness during the flood, you who sent your Son our Lord Jesus to cleanse us from our sins, bless us as we undertake to cleanse the Earth you created of this evil before us. As your prophet Ezekiel said, I will cleanse you from all your unclean ways and from all your false gods, so help us always to be clean and pure in your sight. This we ask though your son our Lord Jesus Christ."
"Amen." Everyone present replied.
The priests with the stone jars then stepped forward. They opened the jars and began to pour oil over the spell book. Elizabeth discretely used her powers to make sure the oil totally soaked the book from cover to cover. The angel could hear a slight hissing noise as the holy oils began to smudge the writings.
Then, taking a long thin match, Fr. Matthew lit one end with a candle and tossed it into the pit. Within seconds, the oil caught fire along with the spell book. The fire crackled and flared up briefly. Even the birds stopped singing as everyone silently watched the spell book burn.
Soon black smoke began to rise from the pit as the evil book and its writings went up in flames. Elizabeth made sure the smoke totally dissipated into the air.
Toward the end, a huge puff of black smoke came from the book. It rose above the grove and took the form of a dragon. This was what was left of the Black Dragon himself. Elizabeth alone heard the dragon's shriek as its evil was burned away. Then just a quickly as it came, the dragon disappeared into nothingness.
Soon, all that was left of the spell book, including its leather cover, was ashes. The evil book was finally no more, sent to oblivion, never to be used for evil again.
Two priests slid the cover back over the pit. Father Matthew opened his prayer book again.
"We thank you, oh Heavenly Father!" Father Matthew called out, "You who made the Heavens and the Earth! You have done marvelous deeds and may your name be praised forever and ever."
"Amen." The gathered replied. "And thanks be to God!"
"In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit." Father Matthew said.
"Amen." Was the reply.
The procession then began its way back to the monastery. As the procession moved away, the Monkees, Elizabeth, Darlene and Margaret went to another section of the monastery grounds.
Through a stone archway, they came upon a graveyard, each grave marked with a simple stone cross with the name and years of birth and death of the deceased.
Near the path was a fresh grave, a wooden cross marking the spot until a stone cross could be erected. This was the grave of Fr. John Vincent, who had given his life to keep the Black Dragon's book out of the wrong hands.
The group gathered around and Elizabeth spoke to the grave. "The spell book is no more, Fr. Vincent. Your noble sacrifice was not in vain. May your soul and all the souls of the faithful departed, through the mercy of God, rest in peace." The angel made a red rose appear in her hand, which she placed on the grave.
"Amen." Her friends replied, making the sign of the cross once again.
Having paid their respects, they began to walk back to the monastery.
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