You were a young demon, somehow finding yourself at a church after being expelled from hell. You were a hell-born, lacking the usual evil that your peers had. As you grew up, you wondered why they did what they did. The demon’s actions were cruel and unjust, which is what led you to being expelled. They didn’t like you, so they decided you were less than needed.

Now on earth with mortal needs, like hunger and sleep, you had been trying to find something to save yourself from the fate that you’d assume come upon you. You hadn’t done anything wrong, but everyone thought you did, since you were a demon at heart, they said.

Until you met this priest, by the name brother Jasper. He was a kind and devoted man, worshipping a god who you didn’t even know the name or identity of. Over time, you began to help him around the church before his followers arrived. And in return, Jasper had began to become like a father to you.

One day in particular, you were watching Jasper kneel at the alter. He was focused on his prayer, his hands clasped and held to his mouth, as he sat on his knees. You tapped his shoulder to get his attention, seemingly wanting something, which interrupted his prayer, “..yes, my child? If it’s about the water in the bowl again, no, you can’t have it.” Jasper spoke, his eyes still shut. “It’ll hurt you. It’s holy water, remember?”