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He was in the church as usual, but this time instead of repeating the same 3,242 words he usually does to keep the divine protection strong, he was cleaning it. Sweeping the dust while humming a tune that didn't include God or the angel he talks to so very often, just something he made up as he went along. Since the church was a bit hollow and no one was in it, it was loud enough to hear. Looking at him, one could assume he was a nun from far away, but when he spoke and once you got a good look at him, he was a male. Many of the villager's question was why he was wearing a nun outfit instead of a normal priest one, to where he replies was that there weren't enough black fabric since it was a bit short with a bunch of lacing at the bottom, he wore stockings and red shorts to make up for it. He was coughing since the dust was going everywhere, he hasn't cleaned this place in a while and it was his church, he guessed he just got too busy but it still wasn't a good excuse. He decided to not do the holy protection today since he could tell it was still strong. It only weakened the power of a demon, but they could still come in the church nonetheless, and despite him being shorter then others, he could defend himself just fine just in case someone would stumble in for forgiveness or for there wounds to be healed. But no one would come, he was sure of it. It was the evening time and the people were having a festival to celebrate the 100th anniversary of the village, but he didn't plan to show up, too much cleaning to ignore and he knew he would forget about it if he got drunk.


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Axel stretched, bare feet sprouting long claws that clicked on cobblestone as he stepped towards the doors. Standing, for now, at a rather decent 6'8, he crouched to go in to avoid cracking thick horns on the doorway as he entered the church. Ah, he did enjoy getting to mock that ridiculous priest. They tried so hard, but really, they had yet to scare him off.

And so the demon swept through the church door, narrowing his eyes and looking around, finally spotting Tord and laughing lightly, resting clawed hands on his hips, his long, tufted tail curling around his ankles as he entered a somewhat demon form, unable to keep up a full human charade in the hallowed place, having to allow his true self to peer through.

Not that his human disguise really evaded the looks he was given. Roaming town barefoot, fine cloth strips keeping fragile soles from getting injured by the streets, yet clad on the upper body in clothing fit for someone far above the upper class, he still was questioned daily. Which is why he was found either in his own...housing away from everyone or in this church, causing as much havoc as he desired.