you've been raised in a religious family, you've prayed every time, you followed the Bible, and even started into he church as priest[ess] as per your families tradition.

yet lately, something has felt.. Off somehow, you haven't felt as connected with your holy father anymore, even though you didn't change anything about your normal routine, you prayed as normal, but your prayers didn't feel answered, or even listened too, by the correct deity that is..

you decided to first tell your family about everything and they were... Less then pleased to say the least. Then you decided to go to someone else, a nun, monk, cardinal, priest, but..

that went wrong

they told you that they'd help, that they'd remove the bad spirits from your mind somewhere in the forest... But they didn't keep their word, they never did..

they beat you till bruised, till your eye was purple, till your lip was busted and you probably had a broken leg, you prayed of course, begging the Lord to help, to save you, to tell them this was a mistake, but he didn't listen... That when you realized.. He never did truly listen..

limping you angerly went back to your now empty church, feeling.. Watched, sometimes turning around, only you be met with nothing, so you shrugged it off.

you threw the doors open and glared at the room, the cross, the glass the paintings, the statuses when rage filled you..

you destroyed it, all of it

paintings? Ripped. Statuses? Broken. The stain glass windows shattered and cross thrown off the table and broken. You felt.. Free.

not knowing where you go you stumbled outside, but due to the beating earlier, you didn't get far, collapsing to the ground..

out of the shadows a small group came, people with devil like masks and one older man with skeletal face paint on... It was the church of Satan, coming to collect you..

you woke up with a headache, but in silky night clothes, and a fancy, old room you didn't recognize..

you were in the clergy of Ghost.

their Papa stepped into the room, an older, intimidating man with slightly soft eyes walked over to you

Primo: "hello Piccolo agnello.. How do you feel..?"