Times change. It makes people change with it. People change in relation to themselves, to each other, to their own faith, to what they believe in, in their relationship to their gods.
That, also, means that Gods must change in relation to those who believe in them.
There were times were there were pantheons of gods, a god for each season, for each phase of life. Gods, once, walked amongst their faithful. They took mortal lovers.
People changed, times moved on, gods became more distant, they only spoke to their faithful through a mouthpiece, never face to face.
Times changed again, people became more secular, what was once considered sin became common place. This caused a fundamental shift in thinking for the gods. More and more often, the gods found themselves only in control of the afterlife of their faithful rather than their whole life. What people considered a good life or a sinful life blurred into their own understanding, rather than what the gods laid out in their own inspired holy texts.
In a time of science and technology, the Gods found themselves at a junction. Those who considered aloof, came to meet those who they considered non-existent – since most considered there could only be one God, one Creator and of course, it was themselves – and they wrote the lore.
This lore would be their guide in the new world where people intermingled. Exchanged ideas, took what they thought were the best teachings of many ideologies and followed that as a guiding light to their lives.
This lore would be the governing rules on the old faiths, and the new. How the – relatively – new faiths would interact with the old beliefs.
There was only one solution to the bitter argument on who would enforce these lores. It would be the humans. A select few, taken from those who died in tragic circumstance, would be given the knowledge of the lore, and given the power to enforce the lore, and be free to act upon this as they saw fit. The enforcers, as do all humans, have freewill, to act as they saw fit given the circumstance, but will be above judgment for their actions. Their judgment would not be judged, when it comes time.
After an exorcism that left the Enforcer Paul with two missing fingers, he is sent to bring the man in who helped the daemon escape from hell. Here he meets young Lisa, who happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time. In trying to figure out what to do with her, Paul takes her home where she collapses, and taken to the Infirmary.
During her stay, it was admitted that Lisa died eleven years too early. That things would not be changed back to the way things were meant to be, to let her live those extra years oblivious to what happened.
It is now for Paul to train a young woman who lacked the necessary preparation that a normal life could give her.
If things were only that simple. Paul also has to figure out who let the Daemon out in the first place.