After months of planning and extensive work, this is the result. Not much to look at or even a very good skin.
But you gotta admit. Its pretty awesome.
Ok, in my spare time, I did interviewing jobs for a group of people collecting "hidden" data about stuff people won't talk about. Paranormal or otherwise, I was there to ask first hand what it was like to be in, say, a cult.
Of course, it wasn't compulsory that I had to join to infiltrate. Either way, my first job was to investigate claims of "toyols" or demonic unborn children. But we'll do that another time, since I never completed the questionings cause the guy who was asking around for me got injured in a car accident so we won't go in to that just yet. Not that the accident had anything to do with his line of work, it was just his unlucky day.
Moving on, the second report was a little Q&A with a representitive of CoS (Church of Satan).
Natural stereotyping will probably dress him in a black robe with crimson trimmings and hood. Maybe a red tint to his eyes and sharp claws.
But alas, nothing cool.
Plainly dressed, green workshirt and tie. Black pants and shoes. Wearing a student's spectacles although he clearly was above 20 years old. This was clearly not expected. My fellow assistants for the day was Darren and Christian. Someone was a little jumpy that day. Carrying a Good News Bible in one hand and a bottle of water in the other. Christian kept to himself. Quiet. Hard to tell from his expression but he was ready to stick the satanist in the heart if he so much as whispered a chant.
Ok, fine, I was nervous too. If he was in fact going to wear a robe and we're going to sit in a McDonalds talking, this wasn't going to go well with the public.
He brought a friend too. Some lower rank fellow. Forgot what he called him but sure wasn't "Acolyte". Maybe I played too much Warcraft the previous night and was expecting someone to be called an acolyte.
Started with the casual chatter. Jared, as he referred to himself and his friend, who I also forgot his name.
Apparently they don't exactly live the life we all might assume. They