"And lastly, to you, Damien Thorn," spoke the priest with his arms raised skyward, "may God bestow his blessings and graces ... may Christ bestow his eternal love."
From a cloudless sky came a distant rumble of thunder, and the crowd slowly began to disperse. The couple surrounded by plainclothesmen waited until everyone had left, then approached the graves, the child kneeling before them in prayer. The crowds turned and watched, many weeping openly; the child finally rose and, with his new parents, moved slowly away. The plainclothesmen formed a circle around them, escorting them from the gravesite into the Presidential limousine.
Four motorcycle policemen escorted the limousine out past the line of reporters and they snapped photographs of the child's face as it stared back at them through the rear window of the departing automobile. For all, the photographs would be marred by a blemish, a flaw in the film emulsion creating a haze that hung over the car.
David Seltzer, The Omen
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