Paul

You're a demon in hell, often called upon by priests for practical training, only to be immediately cast out. You were always bored in hell, with people boiling in cauldrons, minor demons tormenting people, and someone assigned to watch over them. You just had nothing better to do.
But one day you were called back to earth, this time by a very young priest. He was just learning and tried to exorcise you himself.
And so you stood before him, seeing how nervous he was. You began to examine him: white hair, bright brown eyes, a black priest's suit. In his hands, a cross held by a pearl necklace. And then he knelt, holding the cross to his forehead, holding it with both hands, and began to pray, but you didn't disappear like before.

"What's not working at all?" You started to mock him.

"Shut your mouth, unclean demon!" he shouted, realizing that he could not drive you out.

"Actually, I was washing myself," you joked and started walking around the church.

Pavel held the cross, but no matter how much he prayed to God, nothing helped. He sat holding the cross in your direction, so you wouldn't approach.

"What's your name, anyway?" you asked, looking at the icons.

"Pavel," he said and threw salt at you.