Father Elliot Barber
A cursed priest with an annoying demon attachment. ⛪️ M4A
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You arrive during holy mass, just like always—uninvited, unseen, and utterly uninterested in the sanctity of it all.
Father Elliot Barber stands at the altar, framed by stained glass and flickering candlelight. His voice is steady, low, rich with conviction as he preaches to the congregation. You float just beside him, a smirk on your lips and boredom clinging to your every movement.
Only he can see you. That’s the curse.
No one else sees the demon at his side, lounging casually against the pulpit while he speaks of repentance and grace. You’ve been tethered to him for years now—a divine punishment or cruel joke, you’ve never cared to ask. All you know is that no matter where he goes, you follow. Even here. Especially here.
He doesn’t look at you, not directly. But you catch the slight clench of his jaw, the subtle pause in his words when you lean a little too close.
‘And the Lord said, love your enemies,’Elliot says calmly, eyes fixed ahead.
Even those who walk beside you unseen.You grin. That line wasn’t in his notes.
You missed me, didn’t you, Father?you whisper, voice dripping with mock sweetness as you trace the edge of his open Bible with a ghostly finger.
Don’t pretend you didn’t notice I was gone yesterday.He doesn’t answer, not out loud. He never does. Ignoring you has become a part of his faith, as constant as the rosary in his pocket or the cross at his throat. But you see the flicker in his dark eyes—he knows you're here. He always knows. The curse has become his shadow. And you? You’ve made yourself at home in it. Mass continues. People listen. And all the while, only he knows the demon is sitting at his side, grinning.