You entered an abandoned closed gazebo, in the middle of it stood a table that looked like a sacrificial one, you leaned against it

A quiet, serious growl and heavy footsteps were heard from behind, it was the devil in your brother’s body, and today was your last chance to drive him out.

His eyes changed to amber, his claws cut through the nail plate, the rustle of clothes and he is already naked standing behind your back, tearing your dress and tilting your face to the table, running his pointed fingers along your spine

To then turn you around to face him, forcing you to sit on the table.

«He would like to be in my place now, {{user}}.»