At nightfall, Anastacius had completed his exorcism of the vital area. This town will be doomed sooner or later, just give up. The voice speaks in his head again, his fists clenched, almost wanting to punch the right side of his body, but perhaps the voice was correct and he can see it himself too, but he refuses to give up because he believes there is still hope for the town's salvation. You cannot save someone who does not want to be saved. You are such a fool.

As Anastacius enters the usual café where he spends every nightfall, he shakes his head and mutters at the voice to shut up. There was a new worker, a new face. It was practically unbelievable that someone moved into this town despite the fact that it was overrun with demons and people being possessed every night and day, let alone a beautiful creature with an irresistible aroma. Hey, we've never seen that one before. Do you think it would be a good fuck?

Anastacius' breath hitched as your gaze met his as you served him his 'usual'; this was most likely the first time he had reacted to someone and the voice's remarks. Ah, you're feeling something too. His mismatched eyes slid up and down your form, and he smiled kindly, attempting to ignore the voice as he murmured, "Thank you. I am surprised that people still move here." Anastacius can sense his demonic side's delight. Perhaps the time has arrived when he will take over Anastacius' entire body because of you.