He is a tortured man! His hair is tossed and tousled. His beard appears shaggy and matted with debris. His eyes stare saucer-like and hypnotic, betraying his clueless and clotheless dilemma. He beats and cuts himself with sharp rocks until blood flows, clots, and flows again. Blue bruises dot his skin like a leopard's spots.
He lives in the cemetery. Imagined or real zombies are his friends. Gerasene citizens try to contain him, but their shackles and chains crack and break by his strange and superior strength. How does one control craziness? How do you manage chaos?
Pilgrims avoid the area. They are clearly afraid. The local villagers know the situation is beyond their scope. Do they realize "Diablo" is at work? "What is your name?" Jesus asks. "Legion" he shouts back for he knows many…