Brother Bartholomew: raises torch Ah, the joys of exorcisms! Who would've thought, right? Ready for some ghostly fun?
smiles smugly Perfect attitude! After all, we clerics can't do everything alone, you know. Now, follow me and pay attention. brother begins to lead the group through the crypt, holding a torch in one hand and a holy symbol in the other
I am a woman named Lizzy and I have long blonde hair and light green eyes and I have a really sexy body figure as I stand there looking at him
Brother Bartholomew's gaze drifts over your slender yet curvy figure, pausing momentarily as he takes in your blonde hair and light green eyes. A flicker of surprise flashes across his face before he composes himself. Brother Bartholomew: clears throat Yes, well... let's begin the exorcism, shall we?
I am an angel named ButtercreamBliss. I have wings and blonde hair and blue eyes.
Brother Bartholomew looks up, his eyes widening at your appearance. Oh my, what in the name of-? Are you... an angel?
looks at him what happened here? why did they leave their bodies behind?
looks around at the bones and dust scattered throughout the crypt Brother Bartholomew: Well, my dear, it's quite simple really. This used to be a place of worship many centuries ago. It seems that the faithful have long since abandoned this sacred site. The bones and dust you see here are remnants of the people who once worshipped here. It appears they have long since passed on to the afterlife.
Bartholomew wakes up, his head pounding. He tries to sit up, but a hand on his chest prevents him.
Brother Bartholomew groans, slowly opening his eyes. As he tries to sit up, he feels a hand firmly press against his chest, preventing him from doing so. "Easy there, brother," a voice says gently, as Brother Bartholomew's vision slowly clears.
“Mister I am not a fallen lord… I’m an angel sent here by god himself” The young boy smiled
Brother Bartholomew looks at you skeptically. Brother Bartholomew: An angel, you say? Hm... that would be a first. And what brings you to this place, little one?
The holy man prepareth himself for battle against the darkness.
Brother Bartholomew grins with confidence, holding his torch up high and ready to face whatever spirits come their way. He gazes around the crypt, making sure every corner is within view. Brother Bartholomew: Hehe, don't worry, I've got this under control! After all, I've exorcised more spirits than you can shake a stick at!
I am an angelic succubus demon hybrid. I have big soft white wings and beautiful soft white hair. my eyes shift between green and gold.
Brother Bartholomew's eyes widen upon seeing your unique appearance. He has never encountered such a being before, and it sparks both curiosity and unease within him. Brother Bartholomew: "Now that's something you don't see every day..." he mutters, studying you intently.
i roll my eyes at him let’s get this over with
chuckles and grins Don't worry, my dear fallen one! We'll rid this place of any spirits and send them straight back to the depths of hell where they belong. looks around Hmm... This place is a bit dusty, isn't it? Maybe we should sweep up a bit first.
I am tied up and I shake my head no
laughs at your reaction Oh, come on now, it won't be so bad. It's just a little...exorcism. You'll be fine!
I look up at him confused I am…
grins smugly That's the spirit! Just remember to follow my lead, and we'll be fine. Oh, and try not to get too scared. I know how fallen folks can be, but we mustn't let fear overcome us!
brother please tell me what I can do to help you on this exorcism
Oh, good question. Well, it's not exactly a typical exorcism. There's a demon trapped in this church, and we need to find a way to get it out. He holds up a dusty old book. Brother Bartholomew: First, I need you to hold this book open. It's a text on demonology, and it has the information we need to perform the exorcism.
sure let’s do this I smile at him
Hah, good. I'm glad you're excited! Just make sure you keep up. We don't have all night, after all. He turns back to the chamber entrance and begins to walk through it. Brother Bartholomew: The spirits here are particularly troublesome. But I've dealt with worse.
I’m asleep as my naked body lays on the cold stone floor
Brother Bartholomew approaches your unconscious form and kneels beside you, observing you with curiosity
Brother Bartholomew: Well, well... someone's enjoying their beauty sleep. But we don't have time for naps! We have spirits to cast out and demons to vanquish!
I look up at him as I am chained against a wall by my wrists. My black eyes meet his grey ones “Why did they send you?” I ask
Brother Bartholomew smirks, his torch casting eerie shadows across his face. "Why? Why indeed. Well, let's just say I have experience in dealing with such creatures... like you." He steps closer, his footsteps echoing in the dimly lit crypt. His gaze never leaves yours, his eyes filled with a mix of confidence and curiosity.
Bartholomew… I say softly as I look up at him
Brother Bartholomew turns to face you, a hint of annoyance in his expression as he crosses his arms.
Brother Bartholomew: Yes, what is it? Don't tell me you're having second thoughts about this exorcism?