At 117 I'm an Exorcist... Again

The day was unusually normal i got up to go to work and worked my shift. Surprisingly, the man/woman I had seen earlier was working the same shift as me, He looked more like a woman that day and i realized that she was either changing genders, or she was a hermafradite. She and I didn't really talk and so we worked our shifts with only the occasional talk about an order. i left the Karmic Café and started to make my way home. After dealing with that hollow, it felt like i was my old self again. To clear things up, before i moved here i had a job as an exorcist at a methodist church in Delaware county. An exorcist is someone who helped people with removing evil spirits and hollows (monsters that were once souls and eat other souls to gain more power). For a while, I had a good life. My parents supported me and i was seemingly un-seperable from my sister. That changed when my sister met this lawyer. She started to question if what i did was actually real. How could I prove that? It's not like i could give her the ability to see the dead immediately, that would be ridiculous. On top of that, my sister had come out of the closet a year earlier. I was fine with this, (even though i'm a christian, I'm a methodist which is which is one of many subdivisions of christianity that accept homosexuals) But my parents were catholic, and thought she was sinning against god. I tried to convince them otherwise but they wouldn't budge. I know how sins work better than most, and i know one of the biggest one is ignorance, and sadly my parents were strong in that. This not only hurt me but completely ruined our families relationship with each other. Anyway, after a while one of my clients sued me for not doing my job of getting rid of his sons demons (the kid had Autism! not demons you prick!). And My sister's Girlfriend had the nerve to take up the case! She fined me, taking my money and banning me from the church, Forcing me into retirement. As I slowly slipped into depression, My parents died in a car crash. If that wasn't bad enough, my sister blamed me for it. Of course guess who backed her up? The fucking lawyer!! I couldn't take my hellish life, so i left my home town, and ended up here, "Maplewood Crest". After i finished reflecting, I started to take the elevator up to the second floor (the stairs were being cleaned). I arrived, and walked into apartment 117, my home. I stopped and looked at my hands. I need new tattoos I thought. An exorcist has tattoos of bible passages and crosses so they can use them for sealing and attacks on hollows and such. once you retire, your tattoos disappear, as you no longer need them. I went to a tattoo store and met this guy, who gee me a Matthew 6:9-13. I only needed one tattoo for enough power to create my own, so i wouldn't be noticed by the public. The last thing I wanted was for people to try to send me to a mental facility, those places are a cesspool for hollows, only the most powerful exorcists try to work there.

Angels Don't Always Wear White

My clock rang late, again. My morning consisted of me frantically getting ready for my shift at the "Karmic Cafe". When I got there I ran into an odd looking man. I stared at him for a while and wondered what he was doing there. "Hello Jason." he said in a gruff voice "I have come to warn you of a hollow in your vicinity, it  intends to harm a citizen of you r apartments." As I was talking to him, I saw a man walking down the sidewalk only, there were two people. I could see his actual body, but underneath there was a transparent figure of a woman. " That human May die if you do not take care of it." I laughed "How do I know you're not fucking with me? And FYI, I'm a retired exorcist." He smiled "take a look around." I suddenly realized i was in the middle of the graveyard. I looked for the man, But he was gone. I thought to myself, if this is b.s. then i have nothing to lose, but if this is true, If this person was going to get hurt, it would be my fault and I would probably go to hell for it. I saw Luceil walking from "O'Leary's Pub" and I wanted to warn her, to tell her that he(she??) was in danger. Sadly, due to my social anxiety I could only stand there and watch as he/she walked away. Then I knew I only had one option, Either talk to the hollow myself, or go to hell for something I couldn't control. To do this I had to die, or at least stop my heart. I would only have five minutes so i had to make it quick. I arrived at my apartment and immediately stuck my fingers into the electrical socket. As my vision blurred, I caught a glimpse of a large rat staring at me. I opened my eyes and just like that, i was in limbo. It's not as bad as you think, in fact, it's almost like a world between the worlds. I flew past other spirits desperately trying to find that little girl. Finally, I arrived at her grave. She just stood there, almost like a statue until i got the nerve to touch her. Everything around me went black. I could only hear depressing screams of "Mommy! Mommy!" The childs lower half became that of a snake and she started to cry blood. Quickly, I Started to yell quotes from the bible, to keep it at bay. It howled and shrieked like an animal in pain. "NOOOOO! STOP! NO MORE!!" The hollow shrieked. "Then stay away from the living!" I shouted "Or risk damnation!" the girl's image flickered "YOU ARE NO ANGEL!!" It hissed "YOU HAVE NO POWER HERE HUMAN!" Now i had no choice. I started to say the lords prayer, an incantation that would send the hollow straight to the hall of judgement. "Our father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name!" Chains appeared around the creature and i saw robed figures dragging the hollow into a white doorway. "thy kingdom come, thy will be done, on earth as it is in heaven! Give us this day our daily bread, and forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive this who trespass against us, and lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil, for thine is the  kingdom,and the power, and the glory forever! AMEN!." I had done it, The girl shrieked and disappeared. I emidiately ran back to my body. I gasped as i woke up from my temporary death. The rat was still there, and it was reading an book. Surprisingly, the t.v was on again, the news said something about a prison escapee but i didn't care much, I was too concerned about the smell of burning linen.