Chapter 0: A Shrine and a Boar

&lt;p&gt;The soft dripping of water filled the silent room. The shrine was old and no longer taken care of. Its roof was filled with holes and wild animal nests, some were still being used by the animals who built them while others sat half ruined and decayed. The sound of a striking match filled the air before sizziling out as a stray rain drop hit the head of the lit match. From outside the shrine footsteps could be heard, though they werent human. They were heavy and slow with each step happening several seconds after the last. The figure inside the shrine struck another match and using his hand to cover the flame from another stray water droplet, the sound of burning paper and the acrid smell of tobacco filled the air before the figure shook out the flaming stick of wood and took a deep drag from the burning cigarette. 
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The figure sat inside the shrine on an old bench, made from the wood within the shrinking forest around the shrine. He wore a strangely normal outfit, something youd see walking outside any lawyers office around the world. The Suit itself wasn’t made of anything special and was for all intent and purpose a regular business suit. It was when the suit was in the presence of Fallen Spirits that its true powers finally manifested. As water dripped on the suit, it rolled off as if it did not even touch the fabric, leaving it untouched by the wet liquid. His hair was a light golden blonde with the long length of hair being sun-bleached before fading back into the fair colored hair. The length of hair was tied back by a black hair tie and kept in a tight ponytail. As the young man sat in the relative dry safety of the shrine, he turned his Silver eyes to the direction of the lumbering sound. The footsteps were louder now, and quicker with each step the source grew closer and closer to the shrine at ever increasing speeds. 
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;From the shrine the figure could already see the top of the creatures head as it raced toward him. It was a massive golden tusked boar, though it was missing one of its gilded tusks.  Its fur was golden and streaked with the blood of its victims and the blood seeping from its own wounds, the aged and ancient weapons sticking from its body betrayed the true age of the beast and the fact that it was hard to kill with normal means, if not down right impossible. Alexander stoop up and pulled another drag from the cigarette before stepping to the side and out of danger as the boar-like creature tore through the old decayed shrine with ease. He moved once more to avoid the falling debris as the rain extinguised the cigarette and ruined it beyond saving. Alexander found himself reminded of why he hated the rain, it was always there to pour on someone or somethings parade. 
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He spat the ruined smoke onto the ground and pulled out his pistol as the boar began to change its charges direction without slowing down. The pistol was engraved with holy words from almost every major religion, with each word carved by a holy man of the highest order from each group. The pistol itself was carved from yew wood soaked in holy water and enchanted using blessed steel to assemble it. As Alexander leveled the pistol at the boars face, he could not help but lock eyes with the creature and it only confirmed what he had already known. The creature was a rogue Kami, it had grown bitter and angry in its years of abandonment. When he had arrived to the shrine he had noticed that the binding cloth holding the plaque with the deities name had been cut or torn by some outside force, a fact that Alexander would be certain to share with his higher ups when he returned to headquarters. The ruining of the binding cloth had been the final straw, and the ancient Kami had gone insane from the treatment its former shrine had received. 
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Alexander pulled the trigger, causing the pistol to fire one round that pierced the creatures skull and killed it without causing suffering. Just like the gun itself, each bullet was also engraved. The bullets he was using were a mixture of Shinto and Buddhist scriptures and holy materials. Each bullet had also been blessed in several different rituals from both of its inspirational religions and thankfully he didn’t need to waste more then one on the poor, miserable creature. Its large body fell to the ground and slide several meters past Alexander as he once again jumped away from its path and to safety beyond its destructive last charge. He returned the pistol to its holster before walking toward the creature.  
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Having caused this creatures death, Alexander felt it only right to kneel by it in its final ragged breaths and to give it one last peaceful interaction with humanity. From his suit jackets inner breast pocket, he removed a strange doll and placed it by the creatures body. The doll was hollow and made from the wood of the Ashen Tree found only at the Orders Headquarters. It held special properties that made it the only option for containing fallen Spirits. He placed a hand onto the top of the strange dolls head, the dolls mouth and eyes shooting open as he spoke to the creature. 
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“I have no Rice Wine to offer, or food to sacrifice. You lost your purpose in this world and now must pay the price for your actions taken against humanity.” the Doll jittered and clattered the wooden mouth against its wooden head until Alexander forced it to stop with his middle finger. “The Order offers you this deal. Give us One hundred Years of Servitude, serving as a means to protect humanity against your other fallen brethren and be allowed to return alive to the Spirit Realm afterward, or…You can finally rest and return to the void of creation to be reborn as something new. State your Answer.” as Alexander finished speaking, the dolls eyes began to glow a soft white, the ragged breathing of the creature could be heard slowly fading into a harsh but hushed attempt to breath. The eyes suddenly glowed red, as the former deity allowed itself to die instead of serving as humanities weapon against its own kind. The rain that fell upon the two pierced through the body of the creature, returning its body to the dust from which it had been made and revitalizing the land where it died. 
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Alexander softly smiled and pet the creatures fur as he stayed with it through the entire process. The Doll had stopped moving and now lay motionless on the ground as Alexander waited the entire half hour it took the large Nature spirits body to properly return to its primary element and its life essence to return to the void of Creation. He stood as the rain slowly began to let up, and he looked to the sky with a hopeful yet exhausted look. “May we meet again in your next life O’ Great Spirit. I hope then we are not enemies, but friends and allies in protecting this world we both love so much. May you find peace.” Alexander  picked the doll up and placed it back into his suits breast pocket before picking up the remains of his cigarette and stuffing it into an empty pack he always carried with him as he made his way back toward town and toward the Orders Regional Base. 
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“I wonder how bad the paperwork for this ones gunna be. I hope its name is at least easy to spell.” Alexander smiled once more and pulled out another Cigarette, lighting it with magic this time instead of a match and pulling on the paper wrapped leaves as he made his way back down the Mountain.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;In a world where every religion is not only correct, but entirely real, Spirits are those who act within normal Confines regarding their Behaviours with Mortals. Fallen Spirits however, are those who deviate from the norm and become a threat to Humanity. Fallen Spirits cannot be killed by ordinary means, and as such a special group of warriors was created known simply as &quot;Exorcists&quot;. these warriors do not follow only way religion, to be an effective Exorcist one must have knowledge of every Religion. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Alexander Clearwater is the last of the original Line of exorcists who created the Order of Spirits. he carrys the burden of not only being the last of the most prestigious line of Exorcists, but he is also the only Human known to be able to use magic without the aid of a Spirit. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Following a trip to japan to excise a raging Kami, Alexander begins to walk a path of thorny choices and unknown enemies. Will he be able to Continue his work in peace? or will he find himself forcibly stuck in the middle of a Massive Theological War of Ideals?&lt;/p&gt;