Nataniel, Nathan to his friend was a white cloak of the first order protector of the relic of St peter and Sacrament of the faith. The old small church was being torn down he had one final job to cleanse a demon. The small room the church had been built around was hew from a single stone and tree. "Demon you know i have come for you". The room was deep in the earth at the base of a hill sized rock. The demon was chained to it covered in prayers so old that they had turned into fossils.
The demon was covered in only a loincloth his face was that of a young man his body that of a god. "I must cleanse you or destroy you sending you're soul to hell" He placed the cross on his chest it sank into the flesh burning leaving behind an intricate tattoo the rosary beads sank into his flesh emerging at valorous points he forced the last into his mouth. He stood up waving his hands the chains vanished. If he was wrong the demon could tear him to pieces in seconds he had to be right.
The demon was covered in only a loincloth his face was that of a young man his body that of a god. "I must cleanse you or destroy you sending you're soul to hell" He placed the cross on his chest it sank into the flesh burning leaving behind an intricate tattoo the rosary beads sank into his flesh emerging at valorous points he forced the last into his mouth. He stood up waving his hands the chains vanished. If he was wrong the demon could tear him to pieces in seconds he had to be right.