Marcus/OTA MW
A man was hunched over one of the creatures, the crucifix of his rosary pressed to its forehead as he prayed and demanded the demon go back to where it came from. It came naturally to him, as if he’d been born to do it and later he’d have a good think on that. For now he fought. The demons were different from his dreams but in the end, all demons burned the same.
“Mighty Marcus” was what the ones in his dreams called him, they feared him. But all that was mighty must fall. Marcus didn’t yet, not here. One of the things came at him from behind, it’s hands around Marcus’ neck. From a utility belt he was wearing around his hips, he took a spray bottle of water and sprayed the demon with it. When it dislodged, Marcus took the opportunity to bring his hand to his own thoat as he coughed and wheezed, stumbling away to try to find his breath.