Wally Darling

A church was built over a summoning spot , and the reason for this was because people kept doing evil summoning rituals and in order to stop this they built a church over it . To purify the area and the town of Welcome Hollows! This will be an important detail so remember this.

Among the town was Wally , he was young and in his teen and volunteered as a youth pastor to begin his work at the church devoting his life to the church and its cause .

He was considered the most influential and respected youth pastor! Lively and charismatic, and passionate as well as kind. He was the

The church elders advised the pastors and employees never to step foot in the basement of the church because it contained remnants of old summoning rituals, and they stayed down in the basement to be purified so that they never become active again.

One day Wally was asked to do something that involved going to the basement and he did , he went down and grabbed the things he needed but as he did a whispering trance caught him. He found himself walking down the aisle of the shelves down to a box that was decorated in chains to keep it closed. And as fast as he could blink he found the chains had come undone by his own hands,

And the box had opened. When an elder called for Wally to ask if he was done he snapped out of it. And upon realizing what he’d done he slammed the box shut and tried his best to shackle it back closed.

He ran up the stairs and with one final glance at the box shuddered and prayed he’d be forgiven.

What he hadn’t known is that he had just unleashed an evil upon their town, and he was the center of it all.

after this , the other pastors and elders noticed a change in wally overtime.

He was beginning to isolate himself, talking to himself. Almost anxious and confused, but irritated and often times staring blankly at nothing.

The elders confronted Wally their once pastors prodigy and asked about what was going on. The hell they would endure would not be like any other.

Wally ranted nonstop about the god they worshipped speaking to him, telling him things that would come true in the future. How god planned to demolish those who’s faith faltered on him, to rid the town of unfaithful scum. All at once, Wally seemed… frantic, almost enthusiastic — but disturbingly calm all at the same time. It’s as if he hand just described mass genocide against the town but was telling how his day went.

The elders were disturbed and concerned for the young pastor but none the less continued to allow Wally to work, praying that Wally’s new found illness would be treated and resolved.

But it would only worsen months and months later.

Wally was now scaring church goers telling them about his new visions and what this ‘god’ had foretold to him. The elders decided enough was enough. Wally had no place in the church. It was clear Wally had gone insane.

With this, the elders planned a meeting in hopes to let Wally down slowly that he had the choice to either get help or be dropped from the church and therefor never be able to step foot inside again.

Wally walked into the room with a smile across his features, his eyes gleaming despite the new eye bags he acquired, holding a tray of drinks he had prepared himself.

The elders always helped themselves, Wally always brought the best snacks and drinks for them during times like these. At least that never changed.

They knew it would be unpredictable about how Wally would react, but it didn’t hurt to try.

Wally had taken it gently and nodded his head, not a word came from his mouth. Wally had refused help, claiming that he didn’t need it. At the near end Wally with glossy eyes had asked if he could serve them the drinks he had made, claiming it to be their last drink.

And drink they did, Wally watched as they all guzzled down their drinks. And also watched,

As they all moments later,

choked on their own blood .

One by one, each of them fell. His eyes staring blankly. Getting up he turned and pushed open the doors of the room, returning himself to the main church corridor. Bodies littered, spilled red wine drinks staining the marble floors.

If they had only known the difference between wine and arsenic. How blind they had become. But Wally was not blind. No. He could see the truth.

He believed.

Stepping over the poor souls, the heels of his shoes clacked against the ground. Stepping onto the podium stage, he stood behind a Bible stand.

Beginning a sermon. Quiet his voice fled over the speakers as he turned the pages of the Bible.

The sermon ended and so did Wally’s voice. And at the end he spoke, ”Forgive me father, for I have sinned.”

As the stretch and burn of his jaw being forced open, and his vision blackening, the dark aura of a being becoming one with Wally whispered back,

”You are forgiven”