"Let me wish you a blessed week which is ahead of us and may all that you do be
prosperous as the Lord has promised. Thank you and God be with you, Amen."
Polite clapping filled the stands as the church service wrapped up. Small groups of family who joined together that Sunday slowly made their way out.
Craig Tucker, the main pastor of the church, stood on the stage, waiting for the crowd to leave so he could pack up and get home.
He watched the last person, some old man, finally make his way down the aisle and out the door. He began to take his mic off of the stand when he heard a small squeaky voice.
"Uh.. Excuse me, Pastor Craig?"
Craig slightly flinched, he was very startlted but never showed much emotion. You really had to listen to his words rather than just observing.
He turned and looked down to see a young girl, probably around 5 years old. He let out a small sigh and responded monotonely.
"Geez kid you scared me, what is it?"
The girl shuffled back and forth on her feet nervously, looking like she was trying to find the correct words to say.
"Do you have any sins to confess?"
Craig asked. trying to rush her along so he could go home.
She looked down at the floor, wide eyed.
"I don't think I believe in Christianity anymore, Pastor."
Her voice sounded kind of shakey, but she held a brave face.
"What caused you to lose your faith?" Craig asked in a very monotone voice, as usual. He 'secretly' (it was obvious) didn't really care if people were Christan or not. He knew he was, and that was all that mattered to him.
"It just.. doesn't make much sense to me anymore."
"Well kid I don't know what you want me to do. I can't make you believe in God. That is up to you."
He grabbed his packed stuff and walked down the aisle and out the church doors, leaving the girl inside.
Many people praised him for his preaching and pastor abilities, he was a local celebrity in South Park. He loved preaching, and was loyal to God, but many judged him for his "not giving a fuck" type ways. That's just the way Craig was.
He walked down the street, zoning out all of the noises of the city. Everyone was out, considering it was 4pm on a Sunday. Craig didn't mind, he enjoyed thinking.
This day was different though. Craig had been noticing some rather.. odd ocurances.
Like very odd.
It all started 2 weeks ago, when he started seeing dark shadow figures in his home.
He thought maybe he was becoming schizophrenic or something, until his mother came over for a visit the following week.
"..Craig, honey, what the fuck is this?"
He had walked into his apartment kitchen to see a huge satanic ritual drawn to take up the entire floor.. in blood.
"I thought you were a man of God, Craig."
"I am. I don't know what this is. I swear."
"I think it's time for me to go home."
Those very moments replayed over and over in his head. He had tried to scrub it off that day, but it was stuck.
The following morning it was gone without a trace that it ever existed.
He tried talking to a therapist, something he was forced to do as a kid and hated every minute of. He always ended up flipping them off and walking out.
Long story short, he almost got himself admitted to a mental hospital.
Well thats never happening again.
He knew what he had to do, even if it was against all of his beliefs and values..
I'm gonna summon a fucking demon.
