NOTE: I identify as a female demon and this story was written for someone very, very special to me. He knows who he is.
Enjoy!
It is your turn to hear confessions and while you are committed to helping the Children of God by offering them a non-judgmental ear and doling out their penance, your mind is elsewhere today.
The first signs of spring are beginning to break through a hard, long winter – the sky is clear and blue, the sun warm and promising, the birds singing clear and cheerful. On a day like today, you want nothing more than to be outside, walking down the city sidewalks, soaking up the sun and enjoying the fresh spring air.
But instead, you are being relegated to the inside of a cramped, dark confessional, trying to lend a sympathetic ear to the sinners in the parish you’ve be ministering to for the past 6 months.
Some of the sins are paltry and silly, confessed by people who are so paranoid about their salvation that they feel the need to confess even the smallest misdeed. Other confessions are far more serious and concerning in nature and, on days like today, leave you wondering just what on earth humanity is coming to.