In the end, it was decided that this was the job best suited to you.
Maybe you should've just been grateful that you weren't stripped of your rank and expelled from the force. A magnanimous order, passed down by your commander - your 'brother'. In the eyes of the townsfolk, this was a more-than-generous opportunity being offered to your disgraceful ass. To redeem your standing by continuing to serve, in a 'limited capacity'. So you could finally do something worthwhile for the home that so charitably raised you.
They'd only think that because they don't know.
The people of the town pray daily to their Saviour with the promise that, being His people, residing in His lands, His power guards them from the threat of Hell's forces. It's commonplace enough that demons break through the veil and try to attack the town, but they're dealt with easily enough by the knights.
The problem is demonic possession. The very idea that they, the faithful, could still be taken over by this influence breaks every scripture they've been taught. It basically proves the Saviour's protection to be a load of bunk. But for the knights, it is their solemn duty not to let anything shake the people's faith in the Church.
Their hands must remain clean. You - a lone agent - don't need to be afforded such esteem.
The fact of the matter is, there's no coming back once someone's been possessed, no saving them. Dealing with them is your job now. Don't be seen, act quietly, and dispose of the target - all to cover the Church's tracks. Dirty work.
And in return, you don't have to bother with knightly decorum, the uniform, the regular shifts. No one will comment on your methods (to your face, anyway). The Church pays for a modest studio dorm and calls on you at any hour of day.
...The job itself is easier to do than you thought it'd be.
The very first target you receive is, ironically, a sister of the covenant. You knew her. But not anymore, not with her teeth in that merchant's neck. You think about your parents for a brief moment, wondering if this is how they went-- before cutting her down.
Their bodies are taken to the edge of the forest. A lover's tryst gone awry when demons ambushed them in the dark, they'll say. You report it in, and think no more of it.
Dirty Work
Maybe you should've just been grateful that you weren't stripped of your rank and expelled from the force. A magnanimous order, passed down by your commander - your 'brother'. In the eyes of the townsfolk, this was a more-than-generous opportunity being offered to your disgraceful ass. To redeem your standing by continuing to serve, in a 'limited capacity'. So you could finally do something worthwhile for the home that so charitably raised you.
They'd only think that because they don't know.
The people of the town pray daily to their Saviour with the promise that, being His people, residing in His lands, His power guards them from the threat of Hell's forces. It's commonplace enough that demons break through the veil and try to attack the town, but they're dealt with easily enough by the knights.
The problem is demonic possession. The very idea that they, the faithful, could still be taken over by this influence breaks every scripture they've been taught. It basically proves the Saviour's protection to be a load of bunk. But for the knights, it is their solemn duty not to let anything shake the people's faith in the Church.
Their hands must remain clean. You - a lone agent - don't need to be afforded such esteem.
The fact of the matter is, there's no coming back once someone's been possessed, no saving them. Dealing with them is your job now. Don't be seen, act quietly, and dispose of the target - all to cover the Church's tracks. Dirty work.
And in return, you don't have to bother with knightly decorum, the uniform, the regular shifts. No one will comment on your methods (to your face, anyway). The Church pays for a modest studio dorm and calls on you at any hour of day.
...The job itself is easier to do than you thought it'd be.
The very first target you receive is, ironically, a sister of the covenant. You knew her. But not anymore, not with her teeth in that merchant's neck. You think about your parents for a brief moment, wondering if this is how they went-- before cutting her down.
Their bodies are taken to the edge of the forest. A lover's tryst gone awry when demons ambushed them in the dark, they'll say. You report it in, and think no more of it.