Copyright © 2012 by Brandy Corvin
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What a pain in the ass.
Here I was, leaning on my 2012 Corvette Convertible on a quiet Manhattan street at three in the morning. A lit cigarette in my mouth, bible safely tucked in my robes, I took a slow drag on the cancer stick, relaxing as the nicotine floods my veins with its relaxing magic.
I had the shakes after my first exorcism, and the next, and the next after that. But I think I'm finally jaded. Suddenly, all the demons feel like they're the same. The Exorcism Intelligence Bureau gives you the assignment, you zip to the location and handle the possessed.
Most of them look like a shell of their former selves, sunken glassy eyes, greasy unkempt hair, tattered clothes, they all look the same after awhile. Tellingly, all of them bear a different aura around them and reek of demonic forces.