It had been two weeks until Wolfwood finally gave up on sending the Incubus away. Granted, he did try his best.

He had learned to live with the creature, humanoid in features, aside from the obvious fangs, and off mannerisms.

Wolfwood would get coffee: and the Incubus stayed.

Wolfwood would practice small rituals around the church: and the Incubus stayed…of course not without a few questions.

By the 12th day of trying to get the demon out of the church, Wolfwood had given up on it completely, learning to share the church space with the demon instead.

Today, the priest was sitting on one of the many pews, smoking a cigarette as he eyed the incubus across from him. He slides the lighter back into his pocket, taking a deep drag of it as he exhaled smoke from his nose.

“Dunno why you’re still here,” he starts up, chewing on the filter of the cigarette. “Ain’t got nothin’ to offer to ya.”