"Face it, Morneau, you're not your own master. I wish you were, but you're not. The spirits own you in your entirety, and the sooner you acknowledge that,… The better off you'll be." Roland began pacing the floor, wringing his hands. "What I'm about to say to you I'd rather tell my enemies, instead of a longtime friend."

By then Roland was perspiring profusely, although it wasn't warm in the room. "Your days are numbered––along with those of the young couple responsible for leading you away from the master.

"Come with me to see the high priest right now. He will restore you to the spirits favor, and all will be well. This way no one gets hurt."

Roland again had to pause for a couple of seconds to use his handkerchief.

"One thing in particular the high priest wants you to realize––no one has ever gotten out of our secret society alive. The spirits brought you and me into it, were to be in subjection to them, not they to us."

The experiences and questions of childhood in wartime had turned Roger Morneau away from God until he hated him. After the war a friend led Roger into demon worship. Then Morneau discover the good news of a loving God and wanted to break away from devil worship.

But could he?

Here is Roger Morneau's own story of divine rescue from the terrifying world of Satanism.