The Solo Excorcist

It's a dark day, the weather feels thick with the fog coming into the town. Once this storm goes by, I can begin my day. Thunder fills the air tonight I will be with my mother's blade, purifying the world of the evil which threatens the world.

My father was a simple preacher that wore his cross with pride. My mother was a witch. They had different methods even though they both were ghost speakers.

The ghost speakers went underground centuries ago. The reason is if we didn't, King James would have ordered our execution as a clan entirely. After our clan chose to hide, the Vatican adapted a new approach that dictated a new philosphy. That was that only the Vatican could perform an exorcism.

My mother left behind a grimoire, one with the secrets of mortals. Witches seem to think of themselves as people who are or were descendants of a god. Once, long ago, the people called witches 'Nephilim'. See, many will never know who I am, many who did, expect me dead. I would have it no other way. I must seem like I never existed, this is why we called ourselves ghost speakers, we would be like ghosts, here but there would never be any other sign of our existences.

There is no paper trail to me. I was born in their sayance room. I admit, this is probably why I am the last of our kind, as I was born the night of their deaths.

Only an orphanage allowed me to keep my parents stuff. They never understood the hidden languages of our family or the beliefs we had instilled on us. I stay hidden from the real world now. Now that I am nineteen I have been preparing for a full year.

They knew their lives would be potentially dangerous just as I know it will. They will be in honored memory when I go. I anoint my blade with oil with frankenscense infused in it. I press the cross from the hilt of my mother's blade as I pray onto it.

"God, Elemecha, the force that binds, keep me safe as I fight the divine." I say as I look up at the altar I kneel before. "Let me honor my parents. Allow me to fight for balance of this world you created." I continue.

I place the cross back attached to the hilt of my mother's rapier. She had a style when it came to her taste in weaponry. The hilt is designed to hold sixteen stones, either side holding eight. I would love to see what they all look like. According to her old diary, it is supposed to hold only Fourteen. She didn't get the other two in her knowledge.

The map is somewhere out there. I just need to keep searching their hideouts. I very well could be the very last born Excorcist in this world.

"I ask to see my mother's blade be my safety and guide. With her blade, i take my family right." I finish.

A light breeze comes through this abandoned chapel i have been using as my home, until I get back to the sanctum where my parents would meet for their assignments. It is supposed to hold the archives of every excorcism we have performed in the entirety of our clans existence. I know we have all of the information that would be recorded. I am sure I will in time be able to find all of my clans lost items, atifacts and knowledge.

The ultimate goal is the lost script. I must acquire it to get the rest of the information I need. That script talks about every holy place in the world and will only begin my true adventures as a ghost speaker. I Sheath my blade with this thought. I know what I am born to do. I must rebirth the ghost speakers and show the Vatican we are not to be repressed. We were their allies, not their enemies.

"I will get to bringing honor to us again." I say, turning to leave the chapel i have been calling home.

The dreaded darkness even fills this holy ground. I have been collecting the bibles and hymn books that could be salvaged here. I pray that these may have encountered a member of our clan. I have nothing to go on and I keep in mind that I just need to be patient. Daemons can't help themselves but tempt people like me, even if they lie, truth is hidden amoungst their silver tongues. The sisters of serena taught me to recognize when a daemon may be after me.

"Who are you speaking with, child?" I can hear calling from the shadows.

The voice is deep and raspy, nothing seems to be there but the shadows themselves. There is no shape, no definitive movement. I only can bare to hold a hand on my mothers blade as the voice is unrecognizable for me. I won't be led astray. I continue towards the front door of the chapel, paying no extra mind to that source of the voice.

"I know who you're talking to." The voice speaks again, this time it comes louder and booms with an echo within these chapel walls.

"Fine, what is it? You're gonna posses or kill me?" I ask.

"Neither, I only will give you a hint." It calls.

"A hint to what?" I reply with another question.

"You're family." It replies quickly.

"Sure, then try it." I say.

The chapel falls silent as the shadows swallow the inside of the stone chapel. I stare cautiously, my hand gripping the blessed rapier. I see the shadows take a humanoid shape. I draw my blade, is metal sings in the silent air.

"Oh, no need. There are sixteen slots on that blade." It says. "Fourteen are there, one showing God's Seven Princesses of Redepmtion and him, along with the other representing the Seven Princes Of Sin, along with the Devil himself." It explains.

"Why would you tell me this?" I ask.

"You are the heir to the blade, it only makes sense you know its symbolism." It says back.

"So what do you have to gain?" I ask.

"I ask in return a refuge here for me to gather more strength." It replies. "Holy ground doesn't mean a daemon can't reside there." It explains.

"Interesting. You won't be a threat to me or the people I bring in?" I ask.

"As a mutual respect. Is it a deal?" It's hand forms from shadow into this blackened dragon-esque claw full of decay and death.

My mothers journal had warned about deals with daemons. I only wish they had more notes on why. I am so tempted to, however I also have the opportunity of personally slaying the first daemon who looked for me in particular. I can only imagine there is an alterior motive.

"No unwanted guests." I say. "Meaning more of your kind." I elaborate what I mean when I say this.

"No unwanted guests." It replies.

"No portals, bodies brought here or anything of that sort." I say, trying to be as clear as I can possibly be.

"Are you done with adding to this or not?" It speaks loudly, the chapel shakes and dust falls from its ceiling.

Thats why, it merely wishes to destroy my home. It gives me an advantage in exchange for a disadvantage. I think I understand the game this daemon is playing. He is not expecting what I am eager for now. I want to irritate him. Don't make the deal, but have them do it on their own. If I am right, then it nor I can reside there. I don't know why he wants this chapel, but if the daemon destroys it, it will be too, left without a place to reside. It needs holy energy just the same as my blessings and etcetera.

"You done destroying the place you claim you want to live in?" I scoff.

I am only aiming to piss it off. If it only wants permission, it wont have it. This place will lay in ruin before I allow it to reside here. I glance to the silver blade of my mothers sword. I may just have to use this sooner than I thought.

"Do we or do we not have a deal?" It sternly speaks, extending its hand once more.

I smile. The daemon seems insistent even though it is confused by my ever so apparent confidence. It so far is making one mistake, assuming all humans are honest. I have only been thinking this through and buying myself tie to try to figure out which daemon this is. It must be a stronger daemon to reach and form from the shadows like that. I ponder about that.

"I think I want to get to know my new roommate first, if you're gonna live with me." I say flatly, inside I am roaring with laughter, this being my playground, not its.

"What?! Formalities?" The being is shocked and unviels a grotesque horned beast that has a human shape.

Their black flesh smells of rot and death. The temperature drops in his presence. I can now easily see he has a gender. I often wondered if Daemons actually had a gender.

"Something wrong with that?" I say.

"What are your questions?" It says as it approaches a pew to take a seat.

"Well, let's start basic, what's your name?" I ask, seeing if the daemon will trust me with its most important information, considered valueless to most humans.