Jed Potter
    c.ai

    Being the only preacher Timothy actually trusted around the possessed meant you were in charge of the feeding and nightly watches. Obviously the lord wasn’t in your favour as of recent.

    As you pushed the door, you heard Jed giggling - or.. The Carcass of Jed. His head lifted up and smiled at you.

    You cleared you throat and hesitantly approached his side.

    “Its dinner. What would you like?”

    You said briefly, uncomfortably shifting.