Maze crept into the camp of the priests later in the night. The blue markings that covered his flesh glowing faintly. He made his way into Father Merti’s tent, laying across him. He stroked his hair as the priest jolted awake. “You are so...consumed by your desires for that other priest aren’t you?” His voice was soft, like the brush of a feather as it tickled Merti’s left ear.
“Be gone foul demon, I shall not be tempted by your witchcraft!” Father Merti tried to push Maze off, away, but the lust demon only seemed to grow heavier.
“Come now Father Merti...do you really think I can leave such a prime soul behind? Sell your soul to me, priest, and I will get your beloved Father Julia. I will help you get back at Father Claire...” Maze ran a hand through Merti’s hair. “Do you not hate Father Claire? Does his mere presence not send your mental state into a fit of rage?” Maze was playing with the prone form’s hair, twirling the shaggy black locks between his claws.
Father Merti turned away, “Of course I do, but I will do things on my own terms in my own time. I would never abandon God or my holy mission to wipe your kind out!” He yanked his arms from underneath Maze, grabbing his gun he shot at the demon who leaped up and ran out of the tent. Father Merti grunted and got up as well, chasing after Maze but soon the demon vanished into the depths of the night.
Father Merti grumbled to himself as he stood there, at the edge of the camp, staring at nothing. He looked down at his gun, then over to the tent Father Claire surely was at Julia’s side.
Slowly, he walked over and pushed the tent flap aside. “How is Julia?” His voice was quiet, too quiet.
Father Claire, who sat next to Father Julia’s bed, did not turn around to face Merti. “He is out of danger for now thankfully.”
The gun was pressed to the back of Father Claire’s head, but still he did not turn around. “I was so worried about Julia, but lucky he will be just fine soon.”
The safety clicked off and the air in the room grew stagnant.
“Is that so?” Father Merti slid his finger onto the trigger, breathing in and then breathing out.
“Indeed.” Father Claire spoke as he simply sat there. He did not acknowledge what was happening at all, because it was in that moment Father Kyrie walked inside. Father Merti quickly drew back his gun, polishing it with his robes. Father Kyrie looked at him strangely but shrugged it off.
“Father Julia needs his rest, Father Claire, Father Merti, please come with me” the two got up and followed him, they walked out of the camp and into the shadows of the city fires.
Father Merti glared at Father Claire as they walked.
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