Hello there, My name is Mason Woods I'm an Exorcist. Truthfully I wish I wasn't but heck I am. It's one of those times in life where we don't get to choose what we want to be. Some study medicine for years but end up delivering. Some people die and remain dead, but in my case I died and was brought back. I know what you're thinking. Fuck!
Yes, dead. Everything from that shitty moment when your heart stops beating, your body grows cold and they put you in a fucking freezer with a stupid tag on your toe waiting for loved ones to come claim your dead body- sadly for me no one came, I died with the people I love- heck you could blame me for their deaths.
I should have stayed dead, but you see He had other plans for me and so I was brought back to life against my will.
Worst of all, I didn't come back the same. No one crosses the breach and stays the same anyway. But for me it was much worse than just being able to see through the veil and feel supernatural presence at work.
I was granted the ability to see supernatural interference in action and when it wasn't the right kind, I was given the ability and in fact the mandate to do something about it.
With the knowledge of what you could call the dark arts, casting out the unclean, banishing demons, cleansing dark spirits, the occasional battling against forces of evil, you name it, you could say my path was already laid out for me.
I became a motherfucking exorcist.
I know. I know, out of the career paths this world has to offer. I didn't get much of a say in the matter. Needless to say, my new life is fucked.
Now when I meet a girl and she asks "Hey handsome what do you do? ", I reply "I banish demons and the likes from innocent people and old houses, love. But that's only on Tuesdays ".
I'm never gonna clap cheeks anymore… shit!
I am an Exorcist and these are my confessions. Let me take you back a bit. Back to the beginning…
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