BROAD CITY x THE EXORCIST
Rookie exorcist Olive McKnight can’t exorcise a cat without tanking her employer’s Yelp rating. Unless she gets handy with a cross and keeps her hands off her sexy-as-sin trainer, she’ll face worse than demons—unemployment. Unfortunately, Olive’s #millennialstrugs get real when she’s incriminated in a rash of ritualized murders. Now, she must unmask the possessed killer and banish the demons closing in to save her job, soul, and social life.
Swell, it was raining glass again. The Ferrises’ fancy-ass chandelier burst in zzts and pops as I blundered around their bedroom, dodging shards through pure guesswork. Even a noob exorcist like me knew—when demons go for the lights, keep your head down.
“Ahh!” I plucked a crystal needle from my scalp. “Sweet pointy Jesus.”
Ten minutes in, already bleeding. New record.
“Would you make it stop?!” Mr. Ferris, my new favorite client, shared some constructive feedback. “That chandelier wasn’t cheap!”
To be fair to Mr. Ferris, his light fixtures clearly cost more than my net worth as a human being. Then again, why be fair to Mr. Ferris? He didn’t look like a tipper.
He cowered in the corner of his bedroom-turned-war-zone as I shoved my sleeves up, my chest out, and my nose plugs in. Screeching ricocheted wall to wall, putrid sulfur choked the air, and lounging in the middle of the tattered master bed, at the epicenter of the chaos was…
This dipshit demon bypassed the Ferrises and possessed the family cat.
My first solo exorcism. My big chance to prove myself, to escape Paratech’s Demonic Exorcism Department and finally land my dream job with Ghost Ops—and it all came down to this fluffy marshmallow of a hell-beast.
Name? Mr. Whiskers.
Hell works in mysterious ways.