Playing Devil's Advocate

Entry 1

June / 21 / 20XX

It's been almost a year now, and I still can't seem to send this thing back to where it came from. I know what he is, and I have been able to exorcise him from multiple victims plenty of times now, But for some damned reason, he won't leave me alone.

Why me? I know I am a priest working under The Basilica of the National Shrine of the Immaculate Conception (BNSIC for short), but that doesn't explain why this forsaken Imp won't be rid of me. I have rid of him plenty of times within the last months, if I had to be precise and I count back on my journal entries, I'd say I have exorcised him seven times. Seven times from seven different victims. In between them, he likes to possess different corpses from funerals I've hosted. It's so immoral of him to even do this, which I'm sure is why he does it. Along with the fact that workers of the Devil don't care for us humans, or our bodies for that matter; dead or alive.

Anyways, it's beginning to smell absolutely rancid in my house. My personal space. I already know why. Not only is the sulfur always burning my nose when he's physically here when he is walking around in this. . . corpse, but it's also even worse. I'm not sure whether to even call it a human pronoun, but he, she, it; has inhabited the corpse of a 9-year-old girl.

She died from cancer around a month ago, so her body was already so frail. I was the one who held the ceremony, her family was so devastated. Before the Imp possessed her, she was recently embalmed and had perfect makeup on. The prettiest, cleanest pink sundress with white laced sleeve cuffs just above the elbows, shiny black flats with an open top, and a strap holding them in place. They even superglued-stitched on a beautiful synthetic wig, and straight brown hair down to her shoulders. You never even guessed that she was dead at first glance in the coffin.

Now she smells absolutely putrid. The summer heat is making it so much worse, along with the occasional heavy rain storms. The makeup is melting off, cakey in spots while completely smeared off in others. The pale, pasty decay that is skin is starting to rip upon the smallest of things, exposing the inside to rotting and chemical-infused tissues. It has indeed made me sick to my stomach, on multiple occasions.

He has the ability to fix himself, but sometimes he prolongs it to torture my psyche. I know he finds so much pleasure in it. I will update this log later, once I be rid of it once more.

Or try too.

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The leather cover of the journal closed with a soft thud as Gabriel hushed it away into his desk. He was within the holy walls of the church, his office to be exact. He glanced up to see the little girl looking around his office at all the decorations and such. "Doesn't it hurt to be within the walls of God?" Gabriel asked the decaying child.

The girl rocked back and forth on the soles of her feet as she thought for a moment. The office was starting to smell of sulfur and chemicals. "No, it doesn't hurt per se. It's just annoying, the fact that his face is all over." the voice that came out was not that of a child. It sounded raspy, sickly and witty. Much deeper than a human woman, a little girl especially, could ever have their voice be. It reminded Gabriel of Chucky from those cheesy movies.

He made his way around the desk, grabbing his satchel full of important documents and belongings as he did so. "So your skin doesn't burn? You don't feel the need to retreat to your boss below?" he pressed on. As he passed the child, the putrid smell overcame his nostrils making him want to gag. It was so noticeable, that he hoped no one within the building would notice. At least not until they have left already.

The child snickered. "No silly! You humans made that up for some reason, we think it's funny!" she cackled sinisterly. "The only thing that actually works in those rituals of yours is that Holy Water." she nodded over to Gabriel's desk where a flask was stored.

The lanky priest bobbed his head as he scooted around the walking corpse. He motioned for her to follow him as they traveled down the long hallway. It was well past 6 pm, and he knew there was a late-night sermon going on across the church. There is no way he could run into anyone, publicly at least. Gabriel made his strides fast and quietly, trying not to make any detection from his fellow bishops and priests. The girl knew this. She thought it was funny. She stayed skipping alongside Gabe, her hair flowing and bouncing with every step. She kept her pasty white and purple hands behind her back as she kept pace with him. "Who are you so worried of anyways?" she pressed him, now using the imitation of a little girl. There was no more deep and groggily voice, just young and springy now.

Gabriel sighed as he peeked a corner before quickly turning it. "Bishop Joseph. I don't want to talk to him right now," he admitted, not fully of course. He doesn't want Bishop Joseph to talk to the girl.

The girl started giggling, making Gabriel's skin crawl, his neck hair standing on end. "You don't want him to know!" she sang in a sing-song voice.

Gabriel whipped his head to her with his eyes wide. "Would you please!" He motioned his hand at her to quiet down. "There is a sermon going on!" he tried to make up a reason for her to be quiet at the moment. The pair made their way down the corridors of the massive church until they reached a side exit. Once for sure out of sight and earshot, Gabriel took a deep relieving sigh. "Listen, if you want to follow me around, at this point, I don't care. But I have some rules I want you to follow, is that okay?" Gabriel persuaded.

The child just smiled, her rotting teeth showing. Her breath was so rancid it smelt as if she got done eating 2-week-old roadkill off the side of the road. Gabriel couldn't help himself but openly gag in front of the girl. She started laughing at that deep, sickly voice he despised. "Haha! Man, why is it so easy to make you uncomfortable? Of course, I don't have a problem with it, but for you personally, not such a good look." she spoke in that deep and raspy voice of hers.

The priest quickly composed himself, wiping his mouth with a handkerchief he kept in his coat pocket. "Shut the fuck up," he swore lowly at the demon girl. "Get in the car so I can go home, and we can arrange things," he demanded, pointing to a black Chevy Suburban.

The child smiled and skipped along over to the truck, the putrid rotting smell trailing her. Gabriel tried his best not to let it get to him once he got to the driver's seat. He immediately rolled down the windows to the truck as he placed on his seatbelt. He took in a deep breath before finally driving their way over to his house.

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A/N: Woww a new story! Thats people! I haven't written a story in a while, so please let me know if any of you guys find this interesting at all!