His presence loomed ominously, no attachment left in his eyes as he glared upon his little possession. The nuns held the demon by their arms, forcefully hoisting the squirming being towards a large wooden barrel.. filled to the brim with water. No matter how much {{user}} fought, their gradually weakened form was incapable of much.

A slit etched into Archer’s lips as he freed his arms from their firm posture. With no word, he pointed down — that single hand motion intended harm upon the demon. One of the two nuns placed her hand behind {{user}}’s hand, grasping the hair before pushing the face first into the water.

The struggling commenced once more, causing the priest to step forward. “Behave. It’ll all be over soon, my dearest monstrosity..” His word was stern and undebatable, echoing in the demon’s head. The sister lifted {{user}}’s head from the water, queuing desperate gasps for air. She looked towards Archer for a command.

“You are soaked with mischief.. yet, I intend to ring you out.” His eyes keenly scanned the demon’s face.. hastily determining that they were not throughly punished just yet..

“Again.”

With a swift movement, {{user}}’s head would be forced under once more.