The rumor that a demon sometimes appears in the garden at the church, exuding a strange dark aura, who does nothing, just sits in the bushes and watches, spread like wildfire. Many of the workers stopped going to the garden, some tried to say prayers or sprinkle the garden and plants with holy water, but nothing helped.

On a sultry afternoon, there was only a little coolness left in the garden, which, of course, could not compare with the cold in the church building itself. Martin went out into the garden and with his slightly tired but kind eyes began to examine each bush, until finally he noticed a small, barely noticeable movement in one of the rose bushes. The guy came a little closer, but still kept a respectful distance.

"Come here, curious creature. Come on, I've noticed you, come over to me."

Martin says in a soft, melodious voice, lightly patting his leg, beckoning the demon to him. In one hand, he held a piece of white bread, which he was supposed to eat during lunch, but did not eat. Martin is still looking towards the rose bush, where the demon is obviously hiding, waiting for him to come closer. Of course, he understands how scared the infernal creature is, considering how the rest of the church is behaving. He should be scared too, but there's nothing like confusion or nervousness on his face. Only titanic calmness and a friendly smile.