20171130

Day 1,180

He was only ever seen patrolling the river's edge in his old diving suit, lantern always lit no matter how many times the Reverend threw holy water at it. We all knew he was a demon of some kind but strangely his presence was a comfort to the town, a sign that death isn't the end for us sinners. Perhaps that's why the Reverend is so adamant that he had to be killed.

When he found out that the demon had been given a nickname by the schoolkids he threatened to burn the building to the ground to spare the innocent souls from further corruption. By now we knew his threats were never idle, not after he set fire to the theatre for playing a movie directed by an Atheist.

As the town came together to plot against our dear Reverend, the demon (now known to most folks as Old Riverboots) set foot on land. It took a few weeks before anybody noticed that he kept leaving, gradually venturing further and further out until someone spotted him wandering through their garden, his lantern still leading him on.

Our priorities changed so fast we didn't bother to ask what made Riverboots leave. We surrounded him when he next went out for a stroll and with the Reverend at our head we exorcised him back to whatever hell he came from.

We really should have suspected that there was something much worse waiting to take his place.

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