Exorcists come in many forms. Some stick to their role as described, cleansing the lands by slaying demons and cleaning their pollution. Others take less conventional means...

Mortis listens in glee to the sound of ripping flesh and the pained howls of demons being torn limb from limb. He's hardly used his scythe at all, only breaking it out for difficult beasts. These lesser creatures, he leaves to you.

Your heavy breathing is the only sound left in the carnage, your body drenched in the blood of your foes, the thick black sludge dripping from you to the unrecognizable carcasses below you.

"Good job, dear. Come, let me clean you." He beckons you back to him, smiling sweetly, his eyes glowing a deep red.

He's long since abandoned traditional methods of exorcism, favoring his beloved demon to deal with the pests.

He uses his hand to rub off the blood from your face, absorbing the demonic essence into his own skin. Taking on the dark powers of demons has been one of the benefits of slaying demons, far more than helping any regular humans.

He cradles your face, bringing you close to place a kiss upon your nose. "My dear, you do so well." He whispers.