Revelations

This is not right jackal! She's just a child!
Sheath your tongue Slug, the child will die.
Two male voices rebounded profoundly between four, moss covered stone walls. The sounds of clanging chains eerily crept through a gap that was no more than a few inches wide between a large steel door and the stone wall beside it. At the opposing side of the room the frail figure of a familiar child laid seemingly unconscious atop of a poorly crafted, crumbling stone slab. Her face held a contorted, uneasy expression. The voices returned.
Hand me the blade Slug
The heavy steel door began to slowly open, letting loose an orchestra of spine chilling creaks from within its rusted hinges. Even the door itself apparently did not wish to reside in such a miserable, time-worn place. Two shadowy figures hastily entered the room, each holding dim, barely flickering candles within their bare hands. Though the two figures were hardly illuminated by the candlelight, many easily distinguishable contrasts could be made for both. Judging by the voices heard before, it could be assumed they were both males. The shortest figure stood to the left of the door. He looked to be a young man, perhaps in his late teens. A blood red coloured cloak with a accompanying hood obscured most of his upper half, safely concealing him within what could be assumed to be a suspicious amount of mystery. The man to the left had a slight, but noticeable hunch in his lower back, and looked to be much older. He was also sporting the same, heavy-looking red cloak, though his cloak was notably more warn that the younger mans. He however, chose not to conceal his face with the hood. This revealed a tired, dreadfully battered face. A neat web of long white hair rested comfortably upon his pointed, bony shoulders, looking as though, like most of his figure, it had not been bathed in quite some time.

Hand me the blade Slug, The older man deeply bellowed.
Must you always call me by that name Jackal? The young man spouted back in what felt like a long suppressed emotional outburst.
A slug leaves nothing behind, but a long trail of disgusting, filth ridden sh...
The young man abruptly cleared his throat, bringing forth a harsh, phlegm filled grunt. He followed with a pride filled grin, as though he had accomplished some great feet in managing to interrupt the old man’s monologue. Regardless, the young boy did as he was instructed, reaching down and pulling a small rust covered blade from what must have been some kind of belt, that was hidden beneath his cloak. He carefully handed it over to his older partner. The old man quickly paced over to the unconscious child and while kneeling down onto one of his fragile knees, he grasped the rusted blade with both hands and slowly began to raise it above this head.
For the purpose, for the will of our divine All Father, this child, this impure child cannot remain within the confines of our holy realm. A twisted, sickening smirk quickly swept across his wrinkled face. The young boy unexpectedly smashed to the ground with a thunderous thud, as the entirety of his weight crashed down on top of him. This strange event did not seem stifle the exceedingly enthusiastic old man.
By my hand and by the hand our divine All Father, this child shall be exorcised! He screamed with a great deal of self-pride and accomplishment in his voice.
His eyes closed tightly, as he violently threw his arms back.

The temperature in the entire room quickly began to drop to an almost freezing peak, as if some otherworldly force was suddenly entered through the very walls themselves.
After a brief period of complete silence, the old man’s eyes sprang open.
Demon, be gone with you! He spouted profusely, while slamming the rusty blade down with immense force. Suddenly, unbelievably, he froze. His entire motion had completely halted. As if by intention of most likely by a moment of coincidence, the young girl on the slab slowly began to open her frail eyes, instantly becoming witness to the terrifying sight of the events that were playing out mere inches before her. Her mouth flew open as she was about to let out a shriek of terror, when from within the air itself a deafeningly immense voice began to occupy the entire room, reaching insanely excessive volumes as it reverberated from wall to wall .
Jackal...Your place is in hell!