"Forgive me Father for I have sinned. It has been 2 days since my last confession."
The priest nodded his head in approval.
"Go on my son. What troubles you?"
The teenager shifted uncomfortably in his seat.
"It's hard to explain Father."
"Nothing is too hard for God to understand," said the priest, his voice warm and comforting. "God has seen things that would make us mortals think twice about doing had we seen them through his eyes."
The teenager shifted again, raising his head slightly.
"Ok, well I have blasphemed God in my heart and mind."
The priest grunted in dissapointment.
"Why would you blashpheme against the Heavenly Father?"
"Well, I always wondered why God gave me the power to see and destroy demons."
The priest came closer.
"My son, we all have the power to see and destroy demons. It is in our nature as God's children to do so. If you curse the power that God has given you, you are a self-righteous man and must ask God's forgiveness."
"But...Never mind Father, you're right. I have to ask God for forgiveness."
"Then you are forgiven my son."
"Thank you Father," said the teenager as he began to pull a long katana from behind his back.
The katana's blade was solid gold and the hilt was covered in rubies and diamonds. On the hilt guard was a cross and the phrase:
Uranicus Proeliator Pro Deus
The boy brought the katana up on his lap and sat it still. The priest looked at him intently.
"If you must pay penence in this confessional, then I shall leave you alone for a moment my son," said the priest as he pulled up his robe and began to stand up.
"Oh, go right ahead Father, this will only take a moment," said the teenager slowly bringing the katana up again.
The priest opened the door on his side and exited it. The confessional grew silent as the teenager lifted his left hand and turned it into a claw position.
"Ostendo vestri everto pro abyssus!"
The air in the confessional grew thick and began to reek of rotten eggs. Suddenly, a glow of red bursted from the floor of the priest's side and a large, black demon made of pure darkness appeared in the seat across from the teenager.
"Sic vos can animadverto mihi Uranicus Proeliator?" asked the demon.
"Of course I can, you spawn of Satan. I want you to tell him something. If he ever sends another one of his lackies to this church again, I'll personally make sure to take a handful of his imps along with me."
The demon laughed demonically, its red eyes burning bright. It smiled showing a row of white, razor-sharp teeth.
"Vos have haud informatio quis vos es paciscor per Proeliator. Diabolus sees vestri factum quod sit non commodo. Nunc is mos transporto unus nostri maioribus proeliator ut adveho evinco vos. Tunc nos mos epulor in vestri viscus ut vos scream in agon."
"Oh really? Then tell him when I call for my warrior angels for support, he better be ready. So demon, are you ready to go back to hell?" asked the teenager as he positioned the katana directly at the demon's head, the edge of the blade up. He looked like a samurai warrior about to deliver the killing blow.
"Exuro in Abyssus, Proeliator. Exuro quod Intereo!"
Wrong answer demon!" said the teenager as he plunged the katana into the other side. The katana passed through the mesh screen, through the demon's head, and out of the confessional wall. The demon screamed in agony as a blast of air erupted from the demon and the confessional grew hot from the hellfire. The teenager shielded his eyes as the demon dissapeared. Finally, he opened his eyes to see the priest staring at him.
"Is everything alright my son?"
The teenager smiled.
"Yes Father, things should be alright at this church for a long time."
The teenager opened the door and stepped into the sanctuary. The church now seemed a peace, purified to say. The teenager sighed and walked towards the church doors.
"One demon down, a couple of million to go," said the teenager as he walked out into the world as a Heavenly Warrior.
The priest nodded his head in approval.
"Go on my son. What troubles you?"
The teenager shifted uncomfortably in his seat.
"It's hard to explain Father."
"Nothing is too hard for God to understand," said the priest, his voice warm and comforting. "God has seen things that would make us mortals think twice about doing had we seen them through his eyes."
The teenager shifted again, raising his head slightly.
"Ok, well I have blasphemed God in my heart and mind."
The priest grunted in dissapointment.
"Why would you blashpheme against the Heavenly Father?"
"Well, I always wondered why God gave me the power to see and destroy demons."
The priest came closer.
"My son, we all have the power to see and destroy demons. It is in our nature as God's children to do so. If you curse the power that God has given you, you are a self-righteous man and must ask God's forgiveness."
"But...Never mind Father, you're right. I have to ask God for forgiveness."
"Then you are forgiven my son."
"Thank you Father," said the teenager as he began to pull a long katana from behind his back.
The katana's blade was solid gold and the hilt was covered in rubies and diamonds. On the hilt guard was a cross and the phrase:
Uranicus Proeliator Pro Deus
The boy brought the katana up on his lap and sat it still. The priest looked at him intently.
"If you must pay penence in this confessional, then I shall leave you alone for a moment my son," said the priest as he pulled up his robe and began to stand up.
"Oh, go right ahead Father, this will only take a moment," said the teenager slowly bringing the katana up again.
The priest opened the door on his side and exited it. The confessional grew silent as the teenager lifted his left hand and turned it into a claw position.
"Ostendo vestri everto pro abyssus!"
The air in the confessional grew thick and began to reek of rotten eggs. Suddenly, a glow of red bursted from the floor of the priest's side and a large, black demon made of pure darkness appeared in the seat across from the teenager.
"Sic vos can animadverto mihi Uranicus Proeliator?" asked the demon.
"Of course I can, you spawn of Satan. I want you to tell him something. If he ever sends another one of his lackies to this church again, I'll personally make sure to take a handful of his imps along with me."
The demon laughed demonically, its red eyes burning bright. It smiled showing a row of white, razor-sharp teeth.
"Vos have haud informatio quis vos es paciscor per Proeliator. Diabolus sees vestri factum quod sit non commodo. Nunc is mos transporto unus nostri maioribus proeliator ut adveho evinco vos. Tunc nos mos epulor in vestri viscus ut vos scream in agon."
"Oh really? Then tell him when I call for my warrior angels for support, he better be ready. So demon, are you ready to go back to hell?" asked the teenager as he positioned the katana directly at the demon's head, the edge of the blade up. He looked like a samurai warrior about to deliver the killing blow.
"Exuro in Abyssus, Proeliator. Exuro quod Intereo!"
Wrong answer demon!" said the teenager as he plunged the katana into the other side. The katana passed through the mesh screen, through the demon's head, and out of the confessional wall. The demon screamed in agony as a blast of air erupted from the demon and the confessional grew hot from the hellfire. The teenager shielded his eyes as the demon dissapeared. Finally, he opened his eyes to see the priest staring at him.
"Is everything alright my son?"
The teenager smiled.
"Yes Father, things should be alright at this church for a long time."
The teenager opened the door and stepped into the sanctuary. The church now seemed a peace, purified to say. The teenager sighed and walked towards the church doors.
"One demon down, a couple of million to go," said the teenager as he walked out into the world as a Heavenly Warrior.
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