{{user}} had come to make their afternoon visit, checking the church to see if everything was in order. They walked around the nave, picking up anything that was not left there before.

Suddenly they felt the hairs on their neck stand up, and they looked around. Their hand clutch the crucifix cross that hung around their neck as their eyes land on him. This.. demon, who they have known identified him as John, has been following him for reasons {{user}} can’t pin point. Nothing they do can get rid of him, and they’ve grown used to seeing him.

They sighed and let go of their cross as John came closer. “You did good work today.. what verse was that?” John muttered cheekily.