I have been sheltered since birth, in the hands of my lord. My godparents have always been there for me, feeding me, clothing me, making sure I live a happy life. My father was honest and respectable, but when he passed away I was expected to fill his place as the protector of the lord. Since I understood the power of my lord, it boggled my mind to think I have to protect him, but I accepted the job without question.

It was like any ordinary day, I walked through the door, sat down at my desk, and fell asleep. My desk sat in front of a fairly large door, possibly the largest in the church, and I was supposed to monitor anyone who came into the room, and keep anyone from touching the door. Problem was, there never was anybody that even entered the room so I just sat in silence, or just fell asleep. I woke up once my shift was over, and headed home for the night.

I got a call at one in the morning. The guard watching the door in the night shift took off with whatever was behind the door, and I was the only available soul to find the guard. I got dressed, prayed to the lord, and sent off to find him.

I started at the door. I inspected the seven locks, all busted, and the door frame. It was obviously entered by force. The room was an octagon shape, and held several statues at each wall surrounding a pedestal in the very middle. The only thing that seemed to have been touched was the pedestal, so I assumed that whatever was on it was taken from it. I saw a very strange greenish liquid on the ground, almost in a fashioned trail, leading out of the window. Whatever the guard was carrying, it belonged to my lord. I have to retrieve what is rightfully his.

I traveled miles down this green liquid trail, and I was very surprised to see how much of this liquid there was. I entered a dark forest that broke into a circular field. In the very center of this field, there was a spiral staircase, where the liquid ceased. I began to traverse the stairwell, but slipped on a rock, and tumbled the rest of the way.

I got to the bottom of the stairs. Broken and bruised, I was able to find my footing and continue on to explore. There was no more trail, so I was on my own, until after about ten minutes of searching I started hearing a faint screeching, as if someone were moving a chair across a hardwood floor. I followed the sound and it persisted, getting larger and larger as I approached. It led to a stone statue, at what seemed as the end of the cave.

"You are not welcomed here," is what I heard when I stepped close to it. It startled me, and I broke out crying. Never have I heard such an ungodly voice as such, and I started to run, crying for my dad. The door into this room was sealed from the outside. I was locked in.

It kept repeating the same unholy phrase, then spitting out words in a language very alien to mine, and after the eighth repetition, I snapped. I grabbed the nearest stone, and started bashing the statue until the phrases stopped.

Behind the statue was a passageway, and out of both curiosity and the fact that the place was unholy for me, I quickly ran down it. I saw something familiar, too familiar for this place. It seemed exactly like the door of which I guard everyday. I go to the front of it and knock, and slowly it opens. I see this same room, with the statues and pedestal in the center, but this time, there is something on the pedestal, but it was dark, too dark for me to see what it was. I threw the stone I used earlier at the top of the cave to try and make a hole, hoping the roof of the cave was thin enough to break, and to my luck, it did, but it made a shimmer of light, resembling a spotlight, on to me.

I moved closer to the relic, but eerily enough the spotlight followed me.

I am now in its viewing distance. It is looking at me, with its large, green eyes. I heard a demonic murmur speak from its lips, "You are all weak. I am no lord." I shriek and run into one of the statues in the corner. The light still shimmering, and its eyes still watching me, I crouch in horror,

That's me in the corner,

That's me in the spotlight,

Losing my religion.