azemkamikaze03
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Idk. Ima big horror fan. Im terrible at keeping up on these but ill give it a shot. Just a series of ministories.
Story Time
Episode 1
Maybe its the wind that let me know this place wasn't safe. Maybe it was the way people eyed me down as I walked up the steps of the church. Could it be the way the clouds seemed to darken after every step I took, they way the steps screamed back at my legs as they stomped upon them? Whatever the case, whatever the reason I could not let fear overwhelm my heart. This was my job. To go into abandoned churches and cure them of any evil that may have found their way into it. This job was my life and I hated my job. I opened the door. I could smell the sulfur, which could only mean one thing. Demons. Demons are a funny breed. Fallen humans, failed angels, lost souls all looking for a way to make lemonade with lemon they were given. I closed the doors to the church. Now it was just me and the demon. Common folklore tells us that evil cannot enter the purity of a church. However if that church has faced a series of impure times then the no vacancy signs light up and demons find a new place to stay.
I hear a footstep. He's knows I'm around. He wants me to know he's around. Cocky son of a *****. I know his type. Lucifer wannabe's in the-pardon my lack of a better phrase- flesh. He's an easy read and an easy target. I blink my eyes once and as they close I feel his presence in front of me. As my eyes open he stands in front of me. "I don't want to fight you." He says. The thing about demons is that they have a fascination with lying. I rip out my handgun filled with demon not-so-friendly salt filled shells and call his bluff. I inject two bullets into his right arm. He falls to his knees his eyes fill with black and he screams in agony. He looks up at me. I look down at him. Feels like a *** vs Satan staring contest. He snarls. "We aren't all bad." I don't answer him. I suppose he understands what my silence means. Maybe he's right. Maybe I should be more diplomatic with him. Maybe these filthy creatures do have an ounce of humanity in them. Maybe. But he doesn't. I turn around and shoot his lady friend who has been lurking behind me as I shot her squeeze. Her head doesn't explode like the movies but she has a nice dot in between her eyebrows. She drops to the floor and he screams. Like a *****. I turn around lift my gun and shoot his other arm. I'm feeling generous and I want to give him a chance. I pull out a grenade from my belt. I call her Kim. I walk over to the demon and lay my fist into his jaw. I do it again, because I didn't feel enough pain in my fist the first time around. I think his jaw is broken, which is fine with me. I take Kim and place her gently in the Demon's mouth. I pull out the pin. Kim was always generous to me. I walked out the church steeple and let her go out with a bang. The devil would get to see an old friend.
Story Time
Episode 1
Maybe its the wind that let me know this place wasn't safe. Maybe it was the way people eyed me down as I walked up the steps of the church. Could it be the way the clouds seemed to darken after every step I took, they way the steps screamed back at my legs as they stomped upon them? Whatever the case, whatever the reason I could not let fear overwhelm my heart. This was my job. To go into abandoned churches and cure them of any evil that may have found their way into it. This job was my life and I hated my job. I opened the door. I could smell the sulfur, which could only mean one thing. Demons. Demons are a funny breed. Fallen humans, failed angels, lost souls all looking for a way to make lemonade with lemon they were given. I closed the doors to the church. Now it was just me and the demon. Common folklore tells us that evil cannot enter the purity of a church. However if that church has faced a series of impure times then the no vacancy signs light up and demons find a new place to stay.
I hear a footstep. He's knows I'm around. He wants me to know he's around. Cocky son of a *****. I know his type. Lucifer wannabe's in the-pardon my lack of a better phrase- flesh. He's an easy read and an easy target. I blink my eyes once and as they close I feel his presence in front of me. As my eyes open he stands in front of me. "I don't want to fight you." He says. The thing about demons is that they have a fascination with lying. I rip out my handgun filled with demon not-so-friendly salt filled shells and call his bluff. I inject two bullets into his right arm. He falls to his knees his eyes fill with black and he screams in agony. He looks up at me. I look down at him. Feels like a *** vs Satan staring contest. He snarls. "We aren't all bad." I don't answer him. I suppose he understands what my silence means. Maybe he's right. Maybe I should be more diplomatic with him. Maybe these filthy creatures do have an ounce of humanity in them. Maybe. But he doesn't. I turn around and shoot his lady friend who has been lurking behind me as I shot her squeeze. Her head doesn't explode like the movies but she has a nice dot in between her eyebrows. She drops to the floor and he screams. Like a *****. I turn around lift my gun and shoot his other arm. I'm feeling generous and I want to give him a chance. I pull out a grenade from my belt. I call her Kim. I walk over to the demon and lay my fist into his jaw. I do it again, because I didn't feel enough pain in my fist the first time around. I think his jaw is broken, which is fine with me. I take Kim and place her gently in the Demon's mouth. I pull out the pin. Kim was always generous to me. I walked out the church steeple and let her go out with a bang. The devil would get to see an old friend.
