“The ideas of spiritual purging and ritual sacrifices have been around since the time of the Aztecs, and even before I’m sure. When religions still centered on vengeful gods needing appeasement or the ideas that we could control their affection by giving them gifts, sacrifice was in its prime. The Incas left children on mountain tops; Aztecs sent sacred hearts from war victims into a purging fire. Even the bible has accounts of God asking for a human sacrifice to test the faith of Isaac. We know of course that he prevents the sacrifice of Isaac’s oldest child, asking instead for a ram. So it exists even in the works of Christianity. But the sacrifice of children is an abomination to a loving God so I’m not sure why you would think the church may be tied into this.”
“Father Phillips, I don’t think it is. I’m just asking about all this sacrifice stuff because I had a thought last night looking at this engraving.” Rita pulled out the small square figure with the depiction engraved and handed to Father Phillips for inspection. “My thought was maybe some sort of sacrifice, religious or not, is going on and maybe you might have some ideas. I know you studied world religions in school before choosing the ministry. Do you have any thoughts at all?”
The priest inspected the figure with interest before handing back over to Rita who slid it immediately into her purse. He drew his hand across his chin as they walked, stopping to glance up at a mural depicting the Old Testament from the tree and the garden to the exile from Eden, the plagues of Egypt, and the exodus of the Jews. What reason would anyone have, in their small community especially, to kill children? That was the kind of thing that happened in those large cities. Not in Oyster Ridge Bay. “If the victims were all women I would say you have someone who believes in the stories of original sin.” He told her, after many minutes lost in thought. But the victims are males and females.
“The story of original sin? You mean where Eve takes the apple that will destroy their innocence and gives it to Adam to take a bite of as well?”
“Yes, the story goes that the two had the innocence of children as they lived in the garden. However, by eating from the tree of knowledge that innocence was shattered and they were exiled from Eden.”
Rita had been looking at the mural and admiring the depictions with ease until her head snapped around to look at the father as he was talking. “What did you say? What was that about children?” she asked, pointing her finger at him as she came closer.
“Adam and Eve. They’ve been described as having the innocence of children before they ate of the forbidden fruit.”
“That’s it isn’t it? Innocence?” Rita became more and more animated with the dread and exhilaration of discovering the evil truth. “All of the children still had their innocence before they died. They never had the chance for it to be lost or stolen did they? And now they are gone. Just in time for All Souls Day, a day of spiritual purification and preparation for a purer faith.”
Father Phillip’s eyes widened with the implication and connections the young woman had drawn. Suddenly the two saw that it was exactly as they had connected the murders of the children. That someone had sacrificed them in order to save their own innocence before it was stolen from them. Rita glanced at her watch. She had been with the Priest for much longer than she had anticipated. She needed to get home, get the kids prepared and head out for her blind date although the mood for that event had long since left her. The question now was who could possibly be behind these actions. Who had a past twisted enough to need to create a reality such as this? She thanked Father Phillip who blessed her and excused her as she flew out the churches doors.
Father Phillip waved her goodbye and turned to enter into the confessionals chamber of the church where a parishioner had been waiting for a while now. His heart felt heavy with the development he and Rita had just made on the crimes. How could this happen in his little town? Where had he gone wrong to lose one of his flock to such evils? Casting the disparaging thoughts aside he entered into his side of the partition and slid open the grating. As he began making the sign of the cross he saw the glint of metal as a blade sliced through the thin netting and into his throat. As he crumpled down to the floor, blood oozing from between his fingers the last thing he heard was, “Forgive me father, for I have sinned.” And then all was blackness.