The Rite.
Summary: Father Michael Kovak a priest who specialises in exorcisms finds himself in a difficult situation with a demon.
Warning: Fear, threats, knives, no actual gore.
Word Count: 878
Father Michael groaned as he rolled his neck, winching as it crunched and ached. Opening his bright blue eyes, he found himself in a drab living room windows boarded up, wallpaper peeling and air smelled stale and wet, yellow light flickering and giving a faint buzz.
Michael found his arms and legs bound to a wooden chair with zip ties pulled tight, Michael started to struggle his panic he tried to call out but cloth gag around mouth muffled his cries until a petite brunette came in from another room flanked by two tall and well built men. He gasped recognising the woman from the bar the night before, memories flooded back.
He had been sitting at the bar around the corner from his motel, he had been sent to Andover, Massachusetts after the area had been plagued by a series of demon possessions, a young girl of 16 had been possessed and it had taken a long time to make any progress, it was especially difficult as the young girl was in her third trimester and Michael was worried about the stress of the exorcisms would have on the child and young mothers health.
He had been approached by the brunette, dark eyes and husky voice had lured him to have more drinks than he was intending that was the last thing he remembered. The woman walked towards him, hips swaying as she walked.
“You’re a hard man to pin down Father, took us a while for you to lower your guard enough for us to make our move, I’m guessing that last rite took its toll on you?”
The woman took a chair facing it away and straddled the back fold her arms on it and looking Michael over, “You probably don’t even know what this is all about do you, don’t know how many important people you have pissed off, poor catholic boy…” purred the brunette he curls dancing as she moved her head to accentuate her words. “You see I am a demon”, her eyes flicked to black then back to there rich chocolate brown, Michael tried to back away from her, his efforts futile. “Oh, are you scared you should be you see my boss, Lucifer, the Devil sent me out here to build an army for this cursed world, and your exorcisms just keep getting in my way of making progress so we come to an impasse, yes Father?”
Michael felt a chill go down his spin as she talked he could do nothing was completely powerless and nothing in his training had prepared him for this, in his knowledge demons didn’t act like this they behaved under the surface of the individual not walking, talking able to blend in with the crowd. He had no clue where to start and with his mouth gagged, he could not start the rite to perform the exorcism of this demon woman and her two goons. Michael cocked his head slightly frowning at the woman, “Oh where are my manners, we know all about you Father Michael Kovak and you know nothing of us, well you can call me Meg and the two behind me well you can call them Edge and Christian for all go it will do you…” chuckled Meg her eyes bright with mirth.
“See the boss wants to have you hung, drawn and quartered, repeatedly, for eternity, for causing such a stir with our… operation, but I’m a generous kinda gal and I am willing to spare your life if you do one teeny tiny thing for me…” sang Meg who brought out a large hunting knife as she spoke, glinting in the low light. Meg stood kicking the chair to the side before straddling Michael using the knife to cut through each button as she whispered her offer her red lips close to his ear, breath rushing through his dark hair. “Your option is, and this is a one time offer Father, is to stop and go back to being a mortician like your father and your father's father… Or I can take great pleasure in spilling all your oh so holy blood on the floor before dragging your soul down to hell to become my personal plaything…” Purred Meg tracing the knife over Michael's chest, causing bright red drag marks in its wake, till the point was under his Adams apple. “So, what’s it going to be you going to be a loyal but dead priest or a clever and an alive mortician?”
Michael whimpered, his brain trying to weigh his options his life or his faith, he had been doing so much good giving people help and counsel when they need it… before he was able to decide two men rushed into the room quickly dispatching the two demon thugs as Meg hide her body behind Michael one hand buried in his hair pulling his head back and to the side, the other holding the knife against his throat. “Meg, I’ve been dying to see you again…” grimaced the smaller, fairer of the two.
And that is how Father Michael Kovak survived his first demon attack, he become good friends with the Winchester brothers learning many new skills about the supernatural but specialising in all things demonic.
