Abasdarhon's Castle

"It has been, it is, and it will be, father, as long as His name is on our lips, warmth and kindness in our hearts, and pure thoughts in our minds. The meek will find peace and protection, the diligent will have bread and salt, and the poor will receive good help," Sid agreed. "But the gloomy and indifferent, the weak-willed and ignorant will not see salvation. He who is deaf to the suffering of his neighbor will not save himself." He glanced over his shoulder to make sure no one was listening. "I learned that the devil has taken to tormenting laypeople, or some other kind of abomination. The demonic octopus weaves its rings, enveloping good people, confusing fragile minds, and corrupting hearts from the path of asceticism. And it is not the kind of scarecrow that withers from prayer and good work, but a tenacious rot – one of those whose claws must be cut off before they are sharpened. I will take care of this, but I need your help. A pious son or daughter of His, who has enough experience and spirit for the rite of exorcism, because this evil hides in the hearts of the weak and the poor, and I will not allow murder on my watch. Do you have anyone in mind? From the local church or monastery? Don't rush, father, think carefully, this is a very serious matter."