"Twenty quid and a priest's collar can get you a lot of things from a Catholic orphanage," he answers with a bit of a shrug. "In my case, they got me and my birth certificate. Sure the priests responsible would call it an adoption."

And he supposes, technically, they had raised him. Educated him in their own way. Turned him into an exorcist and given him purpose.

"They weren't exactly keen on traditional education," he says, then grins. "All those corrupting influences."