Chrno Crusade: Chronicles of Mort

by Otaku42

Original Character fic. Elijah Mort works as an exorcist for hire, taking on any odd job to eat. Now that he's been paired up with a certain nun and demon, they'll have to work together to prevent New York from becoming Hell on Earth. I return reviews!

1. Verse One

Elijah hated Sundays.The demon stared down over him, the blood still dribbling from its fangs. One its many claws was embedded deep in his chest, and the splintered floor beneath him offered no comfort either. This was supposed to have been a routine exorcism- get in, go holy, get out. But this one refused to be a good little hell-bound freak. And now Elijah Mort was about to get his face eaten off by this hideous... thing. Mort sighed. He hated Sundays.

Elijah only had one hand free. The other was preoccupied holding the demon from getting any closer, its own clawed hand swiping wildly at him. Carefully, Elijah moved his right hand. A single movement out of place, now, and it was all over. The demon was panting now, so close to a good night's dinner, the stench nearly as ungodly as the beast itself. Patiently, Elijah's fingers crept to the holster on his side. It overturned the black coattail, fumbled around for the handle, crept onto the trigger and-

Click.

The demon's pinhole eyes were drawn to the pistol, its panting now halted by surprise. It relaxed, just for a second, and Elijah Mort grinned.

BANG.

The demon flew backward, stabilizing itself on its third and fourth legs, clutching its face and shrieking. Blue light now seeped from the wound, the same blue light that crept around the barrel of the exorcist's gun in strange and foreign patterns.

BANG. BANG. BANG.

Elijah fired three more rounds, a blue line down the demon's ash body. It cried out in one last howl of pain, and slumped over in defeat, crumpling into dust. Elijah watched for a minute, almost enjoying the melodramatic spectacle. Finally, he scooped up some of the dust, and tossed it back onto the demon.

"...Viyitgadal viyitgadash sh'mei ra'aba... " After finishing the mock service, Elijah picked up his hat, and scooped some more of the ash into a thin vial. After all, you needed proof to collect the rewards, right? As he walked down the staircase, he rehid his pistol. For now, its job was done. And for now, Rabbi Elijah Mort would live another day to eat.