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

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

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