Imitations of Medieval tales and allegories

A man of worldly mention spoke to me of a Man on command of a creature most bereft of God, of whose stretch from good company and partaking of Unholy fantasies has left him astray from the Gleaming Shafts of God's Light beholden to all Christian Men, and has left his corporeal form with cracks susceptible to the Devil's Blight; with which sent a Creature that to call an Animal would sully all happy and beautiful thoughts that springe forth in the mind of all Christian Souls upon mention of the word, and instead would Poison the well from which the name gives Root. This animal spoke in tongues indiscriminate of Language and gave Pale Life to the Organs of the man, in a semi-same Cycle as the manner to which ourselves cross between Life and Death, to Rebel against this man's corporeal form, to which his Christian Soul resides within, and thus expunge that self-same Soul from the Company of his Blood and Flesh to which this Monster now owns as if it Land that the Demon-Bound now Rules. Thus taking o'er the body of the Man he undertakes his Sulphur-Scented Task to ensure the Devil's Evil is spread amongst those around by being a Kin Consumer and Feaster of Companion's Flesh, It Stalks the Family and Friends of the Expunged Spirit and Cleaves the Souls out of them by ensuring their parting with their Body and thus the World. Ensuring that that Expunged Spirit now takes Space in one of the Seats of Heaven in God's Hall, It will not stop until all Seats are Full and thus to Over Populate forcing the return of the Unfortunate Unseated so as that they will Wander the Earth in Impertuity; the Grisly Offence one takes now disposes a most Grief-Stricken Punishment to the Offender who Strayed from God's Light, he now wanders the Earth under the Same Conditions as Cain, in Eternal Damnation upon fault found in his Spirit. This same described Demon-Scented Man will Never leave the Earthly Plane until not only Heaven's Seat is full, but also until Hell Fills as well. In which he will only Stop upon the Cleaving of the Organs and Drawing of the Humours, until that Bodily Form becomes merely a Sack to which the Soul and Posioned Machination are now Both Expunged; and thus now cannot put into practice the Tools of its Wicked Infactuations, and thus is to be left there Not to be Touched until Time Immemorial and the Great Trumpets blare of Pestilence, War, Hunger and Death.

So as Straying From God's Light left his Soul Vulnerable, his Corporeal Form,

Never to Rot so shall be as well.