Description
You see a lot of people come and go in my line of work - Mostly they go - but someone has to fill the gaps. No one wants to. In this day and age, Exorcist practically translates to 'Demon-fodder'. That said those of us left are either lucky bastards or good at the job. It doesnt make it any easier thought. I started the job, twelve years old, fresh out of Myrr's district orphanage. The past four years I've seen seven team mates have their bodies and souls consumed. I've watched hundreds of civilians die because I couldn't save them. It doesn't get easier. But it does get bearable. Aken helps. Alot. Regardless. I've seen my fair few come and go. Seeing a new kid dragged in is always painful. Most come in kicking and screaming, begging and demanding, crying and shaking. They want out. But this is a lifetime gig. The silent ones are the worst. They act fine until you turn your back. Thats when they shatter. They don't seem to know just how well we know the job by now. No point in acting tough. Then we have the unique few. Usually a Gifted..or a Marked. Those who don't go mad and end up dead in the first two weeks. The few who actually belong here. The few who we let join our broken family. The few who fill the gaps.
Then: Meet the Family
