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D is for

Danger, Demons, Drafted

Danger

Dean Thomas was dangerously close to losing himself. He had no choice but to go forward though he had no choice in the path he took. It was decided for him when they realized how extremely talented he was in healing.

He was the son of an poor family with six siblings. He was the youngest son with no sisters. His father was the seventh son of his father. He was lent to the church and they trained him to heal, exorcise spirits, and to bless people and things.

He paid for his training and board by serving the church. There was money sent to his family in exchange for it. He had managed to heal the possessed girl but a stronger spirit followed the open gate and he battled it with everything he had. If he lost then he'd be killed.

Demons

Dean had battled many demons in his past, thanks to being a priest trainee, and non-physical scars to prove it. He had his own that came up because of his job as well. Seeing good in humans as hard when all he encountered was the people possessed, broken bodies, and the evil men who held his fate in his hands.

They were worst then the things they asked him to fight. He could vanquish and deny the demons. He couldn't fight the men who had him on a tight leash. He was getting tired of the fight. They tightened the collar and dredging up strength he didn't know he had, he proved that he could take it, but that strength lasted days. He needed strength to last for years if they didn't release him.

Finally a demon possessed came to him and promised that he would stop it all. Dean resisted the temptation. To accept could mean death or possession. The demon swore that he wouldn't do either and Dean still refused because he might have had many demons in his life, he wouldn't allow another in, because they already controlled his life.

Drafted

Dean whimpered as pain hit him. He cried out in anger and beat his fists against the walls. The guards outside didn't look in, just let him wail and scream, like a crazy person while they stood as still as statues. They might as well have been. He had gotten tired and after the healing collapsed before being tossed in his new cell.

He had been broken. Now he had pushed past his limit and the demons were taking advantage of it. He had been their enemy, an impenetrable block, that now had a huge gap in the wall and they gathered to tear him apart. He was doomed either way- he would go back to the job or be drafted to join the Adventurer's guild.

The voices hushed as they felt a strong holy power approach him. He shut his eyes and blanked out as the exorcism continued. The voices got louder and he pleaded for them to stop as the pain got stronger. He yelled he would kill the other priest, but in the end the voices faded, and the priest was handing him papers to show his status as a new adventurer into his exhausted hands before he left without another word.