Exorcist, demonologist... a Christian. That was the only religion who would make such an introduction. Oh, how he liked Christians. Most, however, were not faithful believers anymore.
"Who am I? Hmm..." It was a deep sound. "I am the ocean. I am its water and its soul. It is my companion and I am its. I guide the dead which rest beneath it. In the South they know me as Tangaroa and in the North they call me Kanaloa. That is who I am." His speech was delivered before an undramatic background. It was almost a waste. But there was no ocean here. His soul was lost.