"...What have I to do with thee, Jesus, thou Son of the most high God? I adjure thee by God, that thou torment me not. For he said unto him, Come out of the man, thou unclean-" the young girl screams, and an unnatural force knocks me to the ground.

"Father David!" Gabriel, my apprentice, ran up to me, "Are you okay?"

The young girl, formerly Lydia, struggled against the chains, bound to the stone column. The candlelight flickers, a sent of rotting fills the room, and an innate sense of fear stabs like a dagger into me. An unnaturally deep and grizzly voice escapes the girl, "Foolish mortals, you cannot contain me! I am the darkness, I am... what is this presence?"

"Father, who art in heaven, hallow be thy name..."

The girl grows still and begins to hyperventilate.

"Father, what is going on?" Gabriel looks up at the stairwell, trying to see where this unknown prayer was coming from.

"...thy kingdom come, thy will be done..."

"No wait-" the girls eyes roll to the back of her head, "Please lord, have mercy on me."

"Not him, anyone but him..." I put my hands on my head and sigh deeply.

"...on earth, as it is in heaven. Give us this day -"

A dark shroud erupts from the girl, and tears swell I her eye, "Wha- what's going on?" Lydia begins to cry.

A young man, in a black suit and bow tie, with his black hair slicked back, comes into view, "Brother David, and you must be young Gabriel."

I let out another deep sigh, for a moment forgetting about the demon and crying child, "Brother Caine, to what do I owe the pleasure?"

"I was just in Roma, and I heard you were having issues with a level 13 demon. I'd love to catch up, but we need to get her out of those chains first." He walks over and slides a small knife, with an elaborately carved wooden handle.

"How did you do that? You exercised at tier 13 demon, with a full possession of a host, only using a portion of the lord's prayer!" Gabriel runs up to the Caine, with a look of amazement and admiration.

"It's not the verse that banishes the demon. It is the faith in our lord above." He smiles down at Gabriel.

"Don't feed him such nonsense. Not everyone possesses your natural talents." I grab Gabriel by the shoulder and pull him closer.

"Leave me now, I'll finish up here."

"Gladly. Come, Gabriel. " I could tell Gabriel wished to stay, see him work, and ask more questions, but he knows not to defy my order. Caine's abilities are great, but he is without caution. Entering the extraction chamber, knowing there is a powerful demon within, without proper raiment, would open any normal man to possession or death.

"Come here dear, it's over now."

The girl, seeing his warm smile and the silver cross around his neck, lunged forward, embracing him in a hug. Caine bends down on one knee and takes the girl by the shoulders, "Everything will be alright, you can trust me."

Caine proceeds to stab his hand into her gut, going through her shirt and skin. The girls face freezes as he slowly removes his hand, a bright white light contained within. His jaw unhenges as he consumes a pure, innocent soul.

"That would explain it." Shadows amass, like a puddle of darkness on the floor. From this unnatural darkness, a form emerges. A skinny demon with two large horns, with skin as dark as night. The demon kneels before Father Caine.

Caine snaps his jaw back in place, "I expected you to flee, I am pleasantly surprised."

"I would never abandon the chance to serve you, Lord Beelzebub, prince of he'll, devil of gluttony, Lord of the Flys, master of savages, bringer of-"

"Enough, I cease your groveling."

"Yes, my lord. I must ask, why have you abandoned hell for this lesser form?"

"You will see soon enough, first though, overtake this body. Without the soul, you'll find no struggle." Lydia's body stands almost perfectly still, blabbering about 'the darkness,' as most of those Caine exorcises do.

"Yes, master." The shadows lose their form and flow into the girl.

"Meet me in Vien in a fortnight. Act like a traumatized child before the priests, return to her family, and drown the body in a river. Then, hide in animals during the day and travel in secrecy at night. Once you arrive in Vein, I'll find you." Caine grabs the girl by the shoulder and ascends to stairwell.

I got ready for work and drank my morning coffee. Suddenly, there's a knock on the door. I look through the peep hole, but no one is there. I open the door, and there is nobody in sight, just a small cardboard box on the door mat. The package has a note taped to it "To - Little Roger, From Grampa Pat."

I pick up the box and carry it to the kitchen island. Grampa Pat had been dead for two years. I started to tear up, remembing when I heard that Grampa, the one who taught me how to be a man after dad walked out, died in a tragic car accident. I take a knife from the drawer and open the box, only to find a fountain pen and a note written with a black ink pen:

"Dear Little Roger,

By the time you get this, I will be gone. You were the son I never had. I'm so sorry you had to go through all of this. I leave you my most prized possessions, my father's fountain pen.

Don't let anyone know you have this pen, and don't tell anyone you received this package. I love you, Little Man, but I don't have long to write this,

Your Grampa, Patrick"

A small doodle of a box, in front of a door, is drawn at the bottom of the page, drawn with a blue pen, with a note underneath: "As soon as it's safe."

I took the pen and a roll of paper towels. I walk over to the living room and collapse on the sofa. I dry my eyes and blow my nose. It didn't make sense. Why now? What's with this note?

I doodle a little bird on the paper towel, the first thing Grampa taught me how to draw. Just then, a song bird flies in from the kitchen and perches on the arm rest of the sofa.

"Whoa, little guy, where did you come from? Let's get you back outside."

I open the front door, and the little white bird flies over. Instead of flying out the door, it lands on my shoulder, "You're a friendly little guy, but you can't stay here." I put my index finger near its feet. It steps on, and I slowly move him out the door. "Fly away, little guy." The bird let's out a little whistle before flying off.

I go back into my living room, but curiosity rushes over me. I grap my notepad off the bookshelf. I know it's impossible, but I drew a little sketch of a $100 bill. A moment later, I look over to my couch, and a crisp $100 bill is lying there.

"No way..."

On the other side of town, two men in black suits talk with one another in a dark room.

"Jeffries, it's been two years, the Pen of Creation is lost. We have to give up at some point."

"There is no way Patrick Clyde would destroy that pen. He must have hid it somewhere."

"We've checked his home, his work, his family. We even dug up his grave, TWICE!"

"Please, just give me two more weeks. If I still can't find it, I'll give up."

"Where are you even going to look?"

"I don't know, I can check his daughter again, maybe that grandson?"

The larger of the two men, let out a heavy sigh, "Alright, alright, but this wild goose chase has put both of our careers on the line. If you still can't find anything, I'm closing the case."

"Thanks, Aaron. I have a good feeling this time."

"I don't."

The Golden Four has protected the world from dangers for the past three decades. Tornado Girl, Lightning King, Judge Justice, and Immoral Man. Well, at least we did, Tornado Girl became a tornado mother and retired for her twin boys, Lightning King had to return to the cloud kingdom to end to turmoil his absence left, and the final straw was Judge Justice when he destroyed a city under mind control and "Judged" himself when he regainedhis senses. Now it's just me, the "Immoral Man," but Immoral doesn't mean un aging...

"Are you sure you want to go through with this, sir? You know I owe you life, and I'd do anything for you, but this beyond extreme." Dr. Mercy protests. 15 years ago, he was the cruel Dr. Merciless, but after Judge Justice showed him the consequences of his actions, he beg for mercy. I was the one who saw the genuine repentance and convinced the others to let him have a second chance.

"Mercy, I'm an old man, I was an old man when we met. I am 95 years old, and I can feel it. My friends, family, and even my enemies are dead or astranged. The World Heros Association took my job, I never took the time to find a wife or have kids, and you are the only one who can put me out of my misery. Please kill me."

"There was a time I would have given my right hand to hear you say that, but that was a long time ago." He lets out a little chuckle and holds up a syringe, "If this won't kill you, nothing will."

A combination of the world's 1,000 most deadly pathogens, 100s of deadly compounds, and 5 mL of air to seal the deal.

"Thank you, you are my only remaining friend."

As the serum is injected directly into his heart, the Immoral Man begins to convulsed and his vitals go wild. After 3 hours, his vitals finally come to a halt.

"Goodbye, old friend..."

On an autopsy table at Hero's Memory Morgue, the Immoral Man has his heart removed, and suddenly is regenerated, the openings close, and he sits straight up.

"Fuck..."

Edit: Immortal, not Immoral