"Brother, when are you coming back again? I'll leave the light on for you." Markus prayed; his hands folded together palm to palm.
He did the sign of the cross and walked slowly through the monastery, his brows furrowed in thought. It had been a week since his friend and fellow monk Aaron had gone missing. The strangest part was the fact that the day before he went missing he quit being a monk; it was a disturbing turn of events since Aaron was far more devout to his faith than he was.
Markus ran his fingers through his chocolate-colored, balding locks, sweat pouring down his forehead, a side-effect that stress had on him. The hardest thing to swallow was the fact that Aaron was more than a fellow monk and a best friend; he was like a brother to him. He sighed as he turned the corner, opening the door as he finally reached his quarters, closing it behind him and moved to sit on the bed with a sigh. As he reached for the Bible he kept neatly on his flat white pillow he caught a glimpse of a cloud of black smoke. His eyes widened, immediately thinking it was something orchestrated by the devil.
"In Nomine Patris, et Filli, et Spiritus Sancti." He prayed as he grabbed the Bible and the Cross that he kept under his pillow for protection. The shadow swarmed around him and then engulfed him entirely, his eyes turning completely black. An unnatural smile crossed his middle-aged features.
"Not going to help you now, brother." The demon sneered, basking in her new form. "We got big plans for you and your friends." She smirked again, discarding the Bible and Crucifix on her meat suit's bed and walked out.