The church and God have always been his passion.

Craig had been a pastor for a long as he could remember, starting with the youth program at the age of 10.

Not long after starting his teachings, there was an odd voice always speaking in his ear. It sounded divine. It always protected him. And Craig mistook those sweet words and touches from clawed hands as God reaching out to him.

but no. It was merely an imp, a mischievous one that clung to Craig. Why? Who knows. But by age 18, Craig was so infatuated by the blonde imp that he didn’t care. That imp filled his head constantly. Others needed to worship the imp.. no, his god.

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It was another day at the church. Craig had been giving another speech, inviting everyone to open their hearts to their lovely religion. The Bible was no longer important, only an item for show as he preached his heart out. He knew no one could see their god, but he could. That imp was always behind him.

He knew his impish god could not persist in this world without a few sacrifices. Sometimes, he’d hear the imp vote against it, but who cares. He wanted his god, so he’ll do what’s necessary to keep him around. Logically, sacrificing was the easiest way.

“It is time to open your heart to salvation.”

yeah. Time to spew bullshit, and collect a person devoted to the faith to sacrifice.