”Foul demon… I am here to exorcise you.”

Before you stood, what you’ve come to realize, an exorcist. You were an average incubus, or a demon for that matter. You did what most incubi did; mess with humans and suck out their sexual energy. It’s how you survived and lived everyday.

The exorcist before you was… different though. He was tall with blonde hair and dark, red eyes. He wore a black cassock with a gold cross around his neck… He glared down at you with disgust.