Starchild

A Girl's First Exorcism

Sixth day on Earth. Lucky number.

Asgard's library had very few books on this world, but one of the most important is the book called "Midgardian Beliefs, Religion, and Superstitions" - it was very entertaining to read. It taught me what I wasn't told about witches, demons, the gods and their actions, and most importantly, the human opinion on them.

Their superstitions are very silly, though. They think black cats are a sign of bad luck, they cross their fingers for good luck, and, for some reason, consider Fridays that fall on the thirteen day the worst thing that can happen.

But let's talk about the number six. According to some humans, readers of the Bible, the number six is the number of imperfection. Yahweh created man on his sixth day, and as we all know, man is far from perfect. And this number, written three times consecutively, is called "The Number of the Beast" - the number of the Devil.

I like to think of six as a lucky number.

Another possession has been reported across the sea, according to Strange. In London, in the United Kingdom. A kingdom, can you believe that? The men have said that most midgardian nations do not have a royal family anymore, but the ones that do are fairly interesting.

Strange will be there with us this time, though, and I am sure he will lead the exorcism. Right now, while he is trying to drink some coffee, he is adjusting the priest robes he got from who-knows-where.

—Why do you have a priest costume? —I mutter,

—It's not a costume and I borrowed it. —borrowed, sure. —I can't believe my job has come to this. Is the kit complete? —he opens the exorcism kit, making sure everything is still there even after the lowkey chaotic last exorcism. He nods.

Wong enters the kitchen, wearing his assistant's clothing again. —Are you ready to wrestle a demon? —

He scoffs, —I'm not doing that. She is. —

—I cannot wait. —I roll my eyes. Then, I see him using his phone. I frown, —Are you going to call any of them? —

—No, why would I? —

I shrug, —Why not? —

He looks at Wong, who nods. —Maybe we should. We're not talking about the States, Strange, it's a whole different continent. If we get in trouble they can help. —

Strange sighs. —Where's the card, then? Barton's card. —

Wong quickly looks for it and hands it to him, as Strange starts typing something on his phone. He shows the screen to us, which has "AGENT BARTON (THE LOUD ONE)" written in big letters, and puts the device against his ear.

—It's Doctor Stephen Strange. —he says, —Yes, you can call it an update. There's another possession. 221b Baker Street, London. We're going. —after a second, he frowns, —No- We're not taking a plane. It's a seven hour flight, are you hearing yourself? We're portaling-—a pause, and a sigh, —Yes, you may come and go with us. But if you take more than an hour to get here, we're leaving without you. —he shakes his head, —No, we don't need the X-Men. Goodbye. —

He puts his phone down, and sits in front of me. —You guys heard it. We're going to wait for them, then we leave. —

I nod. Then, I point at him. —If you're going to be the priest, and he's the assistant, what am I? And what will I do? —

—You're a nun. —he starts looking for something on his phone, —And you're going to help me when I tell you. You'll only do what I ask you to do. —