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kiiara-kiiara · 2 months ago
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dantheserialkillerman · 27 days ago
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Dan X M!Priest Reader (1/2)
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You have been called reverential since a young age. Quite, but always watching with a bible in hand. Parents loved you. Children said you could hear evil and refused to play with you.
You were raised catholic in a small American town, where cows outnumbered people, and folks still listened to the radio. A bite mark of midwestern values. 
The church you spent most of your childhood and training to become a priest was small but comfortable. It was a place where the wooden beams would crack during the hottest parts of summer, and one would expect to pray with the angelical chorus of crickets into the night. 
The crows would rest upon the roof like gargoyles, watching as the doors consumed and spat out residents throughout the day. They would caw as you walked past, and you would claim, recited ancient Latin parables. Perhaps, it was a warning. 
One day, a young girl was taken to the church, convulsing, foaming at the mouth and spitting out vile. The parents claimed she was possessed after using an old Ouija board. The eldest Father, the only one allowed to perform exorcisms, started to set up what he needed to complete the ritual. 
But you recognized something was wrong. The girl's pa smiled strangely. Too many teeth and it didn't quite reach his eyes. The girl wasn't possessed, her dad was, and she had been poisoned. You told the Father. He didn't believe you until the girl went into cardiac arrest and her dad bit off the nose of a fellow priest. You wondered how much his medical bill would cost and if the church had shared insurance. The Father apologized. You tried to smile but ended up laughing. 
The Father then claimed to have recognized the talent in you. One not many possessed and even less utilized. 
During prayer, he would whisper, "it's in the eyes, you see. The eyes, I can tell. Do you see? Do you feel it?" You felt nothing. He quickly trained you in the practice of exorcisms. 
Who knew one could be this talented in ridding demons? The Father bragged about you often. Matthew 12:26
You tried to keep to yourself. Eyes down and bible in hand still, you chanted hymns under your breath: There is a fountain filled with blood Drawn from Immanuel's veins/ And sinners plunged beneath that flood lose all their guilty stains.
Chaos seems to be a second skin to you. The possessed and their families flocked to the church; the quiet never settled with the screaming in the basement. The screaming never ended. The old folks claimed you were letting demons into the town. You smiled as pleasantly as you could and blessed them. 
The others whispered of you accidentally going missing. Perhaps adding a new scarecrow to the field. 
One demon claimed that the Devil lives in Toyko. You have always wanted to meet him. so you asked to transfer there for a year. The Father agreed, and the other priests are happy to see you go. Luckily you have been studying Japanese during mass.
Japan is hard to get used to. The customs, the interpersonal expectations, and the food are very different. The lack of Catholics is also strange to encounter as well.
The church is larger and, in your own opinion, a bit uglier. The Saints' faces stare down in judgment. You swear they sneer when you blink back at their stone eyes. It's not your fault you're holier than them, and you remind them that jealousy is a sin. You plan to rid all sins from this earth.
The lack of exorcisms is a nice change as well. You have to save your energy for the big event after all.
You perform confessional the most out of all the other priests. You hope the Devil comes to confess his sins. You were promised he would be here.
One day while making tea, a priest comes in. He looks rather stressed. You know it's polite to ask, "what's wrong?" So you do.
"I have confessional today," he moves closer to you, fiddling with a rosary, "every time he shows up. I don't know why it's always me. I can't stand it. I feel like I'm going crazy."
"Isaiah 41:10: fear not, for I am with you. Who has caused you so much stress?"
"A modern Ehud. Our very own justice hero."
"Pardon me?"
He rubs his eyes in frustration. "Have you not heard. He's practically a celebrity here."
You obviously haven't. You stare at him pleasantly.
"Really? Americans, I guess. Oblivious to the world around them," he sighs and sits down in the chair across from you, leaning on the table, "Ok, so, he's this fellow, young, I think-sounds it- and he spouts off some pretty gruesome nonsense. Claims to be doing good deeds by killing criminals or something like that. I try to block him out, to be honest. It's…not pretty to listen to. I don't know if he's serious. I really hope it's some prank." By the look in his eyes, it's evident that he doesn't believe that.
However, you perk up. A man who claims to kill criminals, not only that but tortures them for their sins? AND he's coming to the very church you have been sequestered in? Maybe your conversations with the dammed worked.
"Lay your burdens down upon me. I can talk to this 'justice hero' for you, seeing how much it bothers you, friend. Take it as a thank you for greeting me so kindly into your church."
He quickly agrees, and later you make your way to the confessionals buzzing with excitement for the first time in years.
People come and go. Someone cheated on a test. Another on a husband. The same old. You wonder if the priest was just trying to get out of work. Until you hear a soft sleepy voice recite, "forgive me, father, for I have sinned." It's him.
He whispers to you about a crime. A teacher and a young girl. Fire and burning flesh that sizzle and burst like witches dancing.
"What mortal else who hears shall claim he was born immune to the demon of harm?"
He asks if you are American.
A screen separates you, but you turn your head and see him staring straight at you. Well, at least his eyes. They're beautiful. God, they are beautiful. Wasn't the Devil a fallen angel? Why wouldn't he pick a vessel to reflect that?
You realized you wanted to possess the Devil.
You remember a quote you heard as a child as his eyes crinkle into a smile. "Evil in the name of good is still evil. And when you dance with the Devil, you seldom get to pick the tune."
"Shall we dance?"
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laughuntillcry · 7 days ago
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don't hate what you don't understand
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uwuloi · 4 months ago
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eh?
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paininthebackbone · 3 months ago
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✶ 𝗮𝗻⋆𝘁𝗵̶𝗲𝗿 🎸 𝖽⍶ч ⌑
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m-lynook · a month ago
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Hi ^^
it took me sooo long to finish this masterpiece but the result amazed me i didn’t expect it  i didn’t want to add detaills but i like my work to be perfect so i completed it until i felt isatisfied 
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shepherx · 14 days ago
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awurabaz · 5 months ago
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@_supapeach 🖤
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witchyelusivedarkness · a year ago
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artypurrs · 4 months ago
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Moodboard of bloodraven made by @hacked-wtsdz 😃
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willowclarkk · 6 months ago
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Running a promo on my spicy site
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kiiara-kiiara · 3 months ago
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This L is for you, I'ma take a W
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dantheserialkillerman · a month ago
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laughuntillcry · 21 days ago
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love make the shy brave & the brave shy
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uwuloi · a month ago
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Felt delete might cute later
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outtawack · 4 months ago
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xnnyfm · a year ago
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izahhh · 4 months ago
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İnsan, bir yolculuk değil midir?
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awurabaz · 5 months ago
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@llil.yas
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illusion-weekly · a year ago
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Bridgerton (2020) 
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