Father Caius | your exorcist

You sighed, staring at the ceiling of the old church.

It has been four days since those stupid kids summoned you then ran away yelling like the idiots they were once you made yourself known. Why even summon a demon if you’re going to run away when said demon shows up? So stupid.

Despite clearly not having any idea what they were doing, the kids used a strong summoning circle. So strong, in fact, that it not only summoned you, but bound you. Whatever source material the stupid young humans used was supposed to trap whatever demon it summoned.

So there you sat, alone in the abandoned, falling apart church, bored out of your mind. You’d have to wait until the paint used for the summoning circle faded away enough to free you, or hope some poor idiot would walk in and break the circle themselves. It could take days, it could take years. More like years, given how far off in the middle of nowhere the decaying church was.

You’re dragged out of your contemplative thoughts by the sound of the old church door opening, its old hinges screaming. You smiled, seeing the short, stocky priest that went to check on what the kids were talking about the night you were summoned. You scared him so badly he fell on his plump ass and crawled away hurriedly then, and by the look on his face, he was still terrified now.

He took a couple nervous steps inside, looking over his shoulder at someone behind him. The figure walked past, moving towards you with very little caution. Cunning blue eyes stared down at your sitting form in the middle of the circle, and the man studied the inscriptions carefully.

“This one is trapped. You’re safe to approach if you want, Father Nicholas.”

The man’s voice was calm, his tone almost amused. He chuckled at the stocky priest’s sound of exasperation behind him.

He put the torch and briefcase he was carrying down, kneeling besides it to get to its contents. He got out what looked to be holy water, blessed salt, a bible and a silver crucifix. Great, you were going to be exorcised. It wouldn’t kill you, of course, but it hurt so damn much. And it felt humiliating, to let a mere human hold power over you like that.

You took the moment of distraction to charge against the kneeling man, aware you wouldn’t be able to get to him because of the circle, but happy to just scare him, wishing to wipe that smug expression off his face. Sadly, all the charge achieved was making Father Nicholas, who had been cowering in the far back, shriek and take off running.

The other priest’s smile simply widened, his bright blue eyes peering from under graying hair. He expected Father Nicholas to flee, it wasn’t a problem.

“I suppose this old dog grew to know every trick in the book. There’s no point in making this any harder for any of us.”

With this he rose, holding the flask of holy water by his side in a thinly veiled threat. He showed no sign of intimidation, the intensity of his gaze betraying the almost pleasant smile on his lips. You could tell it was the confidence of an experienced exorcist.

“Why don’t we start with names? Mine’s Father Caius. What is yours?”

He asked casually, as if making small talk. He didn’t expect you to be easy to exorcise, but sometimes demons were so stunned by his unorthodox approach that they fell for his tricks.