Exorcist Servant: Demon Hunter

As soon as he heard the sound of water splashing upstairs, John took out his mobile phone.Holding up his phone, he opened the refrigerator and took out the ingredients for breakfast: orange juice, eggs, maple syrup, and cheese.

He had expected the call to go straight to voicemail.But Sean's sleepy voice came out, "John? What happened?"

John took out a bowl and started cracking eggs into it. "I need your help."

"Is it urgent? I just fell asleep."

John frowned, "Sorry," the two frying pans were put on the stove to preheat, "it's all Kania's fault—she arranged some extra errands for me."

"We don't get overtime pay."

"Yes, but what if there are other benefits."

"Please let me know when we start paying overtime pay." At least, Sean's voice sounded a little clearer now. "Okay okay. What do you want me to do for you?"

"Help me do some shopping. Just two T-shirts, jeans, socks, some underwear, a winter coat. Oh, and a toothbrush."

"What? Why? You better not be kidding me."

John measures out some pancake mix and pours it into a bowl. "Kania wants to keep what happened in the abandoned house a secret forever."

"Yes, she told me not to talk about it with people who weren't involved." Sean's tone was suspicious. "You haven't answered my question yet. Why am I buying you a bunch of clothes?"

"Not for me, but for Caleb Johnson."

"What? Are there no prison uniforms in the detention center?"

John whisked the milk as he poured it into the batter to mix.He heaved a long sigh. "Mr. Jensen is not in detention. For various reasons, he is now bathing in the bathroom upstairs at my house."

"Tell me you're kidding, John. Seriously—tell me it's a sleepless joke. I'll put on a laugh."

"I'm not kidding." Meanwhile, in the living room on the second floor, Caleb looked so dazed.He forced himself to put on a bad face, and although the situation was strange at best, it was actually terrifying.When most people could only lie on the ground and cry bitterly, Caleb stood up.

And all the time, John's exorcist consciousness felt the slow pulsation of spiritual energy in the air, buried deep in the dark but very strong, like dark waves surging beneath the surface of the sea.

No, this is definitely not a joke.

"What the hell is Kania doing?" Sean asked loudly, so loud that John frowned involuntarily.

"The whole situation is kind of weird at the moment - you put it that way yourself."

"That's right. But I also said we should just blow up that house and get out of there. I definitely didn't say anything like 'Let John go home with that vampire so he can kill him'!"

"Sion-"

"Don't call me that! Kania is crazy and talking. It's a federal crime to let an inhuman spirit wander around without reporting it!"

"Sion, please, listen to me." John stirred the egg and milk mixture, poured it into the frying pan and began to grate the cheese.

"That's why Will left."

John stopped what he was doing. "Will didn't leave, he just got transferred elsewhere."

"At his request."

"He's just tired of South Carolina."

"He's tired of all the madness you're having."

"I'm not like that."

"And how do you explain what happened in that brothel full of succubus?"

Regardless of the ambient temperature, John had goosebumps all over his body.He didn't want to think about the brothel now—in fact, it'd be better never to think about it.He also doesn't want to think about the last time he and Will had...well, it wasn't exactly an argument.It's just that Will is explaining that this transfer means a salary increase, and that the long-distance relationship will never end well. Wouldn't it be better to break it up now?

He squeezed the grater so hard that his knuckles started to turn white.So he threw all those superfluous thoughts into a corner of his mind so that he could safely ignore them.As he resumed grating the cheese, he said, "Something is going on and we don't know much about it. Kania wants me to put this aside for a few days, and I trust her judgment. And, I trust you , so I ask you to help me this time. Can you?"

The silence on the other end of the phone lasted for a long time, and was finally broken by Sean's sigh, "Okay, but you owe me one."

"Charge it to my account."

"That bill is getting old."

John grinned slightly, "Otherwise, what's a good buddy?" He cut off the call without waiting for Sean's rebuttal, and then continued to concentrate on making breakfast for the sexy guy who was possessed by a vampire - who was in his shower right now in the shower.

***

"Relax, I'm not going to interrogate you," Starkweather said as he led Caleb upstairs to his office.

To put it nicely, Starkweather had two beautiful Kansas ocean-view houses waiting to be sold to him.

① Kansas is an inland state in the United States, and "Kansas Ocean View Room" means fooling around.

Still, Caleb had to admit, the agent had treated him well so far.And actually, it's pretty good.After serving Caleb a delicious breakfast of pancakes and omelettes, Starkweather let him sleep deeply in the soft guest bed.When Caleb woke up, a bag of clothes had been waiting for him outside the door: some brand new jeans, a solid color shirt, white socks and shorts.

He ate well and slept well here at Starkweather, and although he wore clothes that were not his style, at least they were not ugly and comfortable.Even if Caleb was still reluctant to believe in SPECTR, he had to admit that it would have caused a lot of trouble to deal with, and Starkweather could have let him disappear in a cell or something.

Although his current situation cannot be described as "good", it is not as bad as before.

Or at least so far, it hasn't gotten too bad.Ash had been silent since the accident in the bathroom, but now Starkweather was going to wake the sleeping tiger.

The agent had changed into a pair of jeans, which accentuated his perfect ass as he climbed the stairs.A tight black T-shirt stretched across his broad shoulders.He's damn sexy.

No, he's not sexy.Taking a step back, so what if he is.Starkweather is a magician.

"Oh, okay, I'll relax," Caleb said. "Promise me to be gentle? This is my first trial."

"Of course. I'll save the cuffs and whip for another time."

Under the new jeans, Caleb's cock was hard no matter what.The detective won a game.He walked into the office, hoping Starkweather wouldn't notice.A large wooden desk dominates the loft space, with a state-of-the-art computer and printer on top.There are many certificates hanging on the wall, and a low bookshelf is placed under the certificates.Caleb moved closer so he could see the cursive script above.

"My diploma." Although Starkweather spoke softly, his pride could not be hidden in his voice. "South Carolina State Superpower School. U.S. Department of Justice, Strategic Spiritual Body Control Institute. There are also certificates and awards for other courses."

"Are you mistaken, man. What brand of brainwash are you drinking?"

Realizing that Starkweather hadn't spoken back, Caleb turned away, wondering if he had gone too far.The detective was leaning halfway on the table with his arms folded over his chest, with an inexplicably sad expression on his face.

"Can I tell you a story?" he asked.

"Can I keep you from talking?" Caleb replied without thinking.

Starkweather crooked his mouth, his expression softened slightly, "Theoretically. Even if you want to cover your ears and sing loudly, I will tell this story, but in that case you can't even hear it." .”

"No, no, that's too rude. Tell me."

"I was 15 when I found out I had superpowers," Starkweather said.His blue eyes—god, why did they have to be so bright? — those eyes focused on a distance that only he could see. "My parents sent me to rehab."

"What did they...do?" A rehabilitation center for people with superpowers?What the hell is this fucking organization doing?

"They thought if I prayed more and repented more, the devil would leave me and I'd be normal again." Starkweather's throat constricted as he swallowed, but his eyes were cold and distant. "There was an...incident at the facility, which led to an investigation. The place has since been closed."

Had he heard of this before?Or had Caleb confused what happened in the labor camp with this one? "What happened to you after that?"

"I got away with it. My parents voluntarily handed over custody of me to the state, so I ended up going to a school for superhumans. I had a safe place to live, psychotherapy, a good education...and a lot of people around me. There was a group of people who believed in me, and they didn't think I deserved hell. For the first time, I realized that superhumans—geeks, if you really like to call them that—can do good things and make a difference. After graduation, applying for the SPECTR Academy became a logical thing for me." The corner of his mouth curved into a sad arc. "After all, they saved my life."