It began to curse at him along side of the rest of us. The room took on the smell of rancid meat, Lynn called it putrefied flesh, which was what demons smelled like. Similar to a wet dead animal. What was more amazing was the smell came from Donna.
With each douse of Holy water, the thing would bellow in anguished pain. Small blisters erupted all over her legs and her arms in a frenzied tree like pattern. It soon began to work on our individual weakened minds, cursing at us, telling us we were going to be destroyed.