(Au! Supernatural! Kidlaw) Taming A Demon

Wolf in Sheep's Skin

Kidd stared up at the shrine with a blank face, he could definitely sense the weak trickling of some dark energy wisping around the building and seeping out into the snowstorm.

He could feel how it made the snow a little bit harsher, but nothing that could seriously hurt anybody, if anything, it just made his reddened cheeks burn.

Really, the true problem was the stupid storm itself, it clouded his vision and it made the dark energy flicker and scatter through the winds, as such it was impossible to discern what might've been inside.

Hats off to whoever was able to report this place, it would've went right over his head if he didn't already know things were amiss.

The haunted shrine in question, was wrecked and looking truly neglected, showing that the monks that resided in there just a few days ago spent no time in evacuating after the discovery of a haunting.

The window shutters were nearly torn off their hinges by the howling wind, half were covered in a thin coating of ice, and the other half just looked absolutely demolished, in pieces by the repeating slamming motions they were forced under from not being closed properly before abandonment.

From what Kidd could see on the inside, things weren't much better.

The room looked positively freezing, a complete tundra if not a cave, with shattered glass scattered to the edges of the room, knocked over lanterns crumpled and half buried under the snow that made it's way inside, not at all like the warm, comforting safe haven such a building would normally provide people in this kind of weather.

The only thing that unsettled Kidd more was the history of this place, which practically had none- at least anything that would result in a haunting.

Before reaching this point, he made sure to speak with everyone in the village below who knew of the shrine, not only was it formality, but Kidd wanted to be damn sure he knew what he was getting into before he plunged head first into his duty.

The shrine was built recently, it had a clean history, no deaths, no crimes of any kind, and as far as the records show, all the men that entered those walls were truly saints.

So why was there a haunting now? By who? Or what?

The only explanation Kidd could reason was that some idiot invited the spirit inside, the only explanation the locals gave him was that there was a curse.

Some of the creepier ones said things with striking similarity, 'a wolf in sheep's skin' being among us, whatever that was supposed to mean.

Sighing in exhaustion, the apprentice pulled out a few sticks of incense from the inner folds of his pockets and began to set up the purification hastily, first mission or not, the cold was beginning to seep into his bones and it was already hard enough to breathe up here as it is.

At this point, he just wanted to get out of there before possibly losing more than his pride.

Once the small sticks were lit up and smoking, the redhead reluctantly went to his knees and began reciting his prayer.

Kneeling to the Lord was never his sort of thing, he didn't care for it, but it was part of his job to drive spirits away, and the only way to do that was in the name of God.

Besides, that beat the shitty peacekeeping between spirits and people any day.

As he continued the prayer, the redhead had to will himself from breaking his concentration when the howling died down and the bloody snow learned to chill, finally letting the spirituality in the air actually breathe, much to his relief.