JadeKnight
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The small, but thriving farm town of Gloshire was an odd little place. They had a thriving market for local grown goods, but it had been years since any true expansion had been done for growth. The townsfolk were proud of their little slice of heaven and seems to content to stay small. Their main attraction to fame was the large, but beautiful church located a couple of miles from them.
The Church of the Night was owned and ran by a very charismatic pastor named Jacob Long. His sermons were fiery and inspiring all of the time, always keeping a full congregation for every sermon. However, rumors were abound about the help he had from the rotation of nuns who came to help at the church. Arriving happy and helping, most never stayed more than a few months before leaving without a word. They never complained of ill deeds during their tenure, but there was always something seeming to lurk beneath the surface. As luck would have it, the two nuns who had come to help were both elderly. They too left a few days earlier, leaving the pastor to tend to things himself. He had sent for replacements just after they left, though he had received no word yet.
A mile south of the town was a major crossroads, but there was nothing really special about it. Nothing except that it was the current assignment for Sylvian, a lowly crossroads demon. She had been picked to cover that spot and get as many mortals to sign their souls over to her. She foundt it tedious sometimes, getting called all the time. However, things had recently quieted down for her, making her bored. She really wanted some excitement or change of pace.
It was just past noon when she decided to go walking through the town. She had been through it many times before, but she felt today might be her lucky day. Taking on a disguise of a commoner, she walked with the bustling traffic. She cursed for a moment as a buggie nearly ran her over, jumping back before shaking a fist at the passing driver.
The Church of the Night was owned and ran by a very charismatic pastor named Jacob Long. His sermons were fiery and inspiring all of the time, always keeping a full congregation for every sermon. However, rumors were abound about the help he had from the rotation of nuns who came to help at the church. Arriving happy and helping, most never stayed more than a few months before leaving without a word. They never complained of ill deeds during their tenure, but there was always something seeming to lurk beneath the surface. As luck would have it, the two nuns who had come to help were both elderly. They too left a few days earlier, leaving the pastor to tend to things himself. He had sent for replacements just after they left, though he had received no word yet.
A mile south of the town was a major crossroads, but there was nothing really special about it. Nothing except that it was the current assignment for Sylvian, a lowly crossroads demon. She had been picked to cover that spot and get as many mortals to sign their souls over to her. She foundt it tedious sometimes, getting called all the time. However, things had recently quieted down for her, making her bored. She really wanted some excitement or change of pace.
It was just past noon when she decided to go walking through the town. She had been through it many times before, but she felt today might be her lucky day. Taking on a disguise of a commoner, she walked with the bustling traffic. She cursed for a moment as a buggie nearly ran her over, jumping back before shaking a fist at the passing driver.