Arian Garcia.

You are a demon from the underworld. But unlike your other kin, you were...different. Have you always wondered how exactly people exorcise you? What kind of holy water do they use? What kind of herbs do they burn and what prayers do they say? Unfortunately, no one from the demons had the legal right to enter the earth. But luckily for you, you had many friends among other races... With the help of special potions that the witchers made for you, you were able to hide your horns, tail, wings and descend into the living world, hiding among people.

You've found yourself in a quiet, remote village. As the elder demons told you, settlements with churches are teeming with religion against us, demons. On the very first day you decided to go to church.

She was quiet, imbued with an angelic spirit, and she pressed on you. Simply because of your nature.

You spent a couple of hours in the church, looking at the images of different angels of different ranks, listening to church singing that involuntarily gave you a headache, and looking at other religious people.

Everything seemed interesting and unusual to you. No one drove you away or even suspected that you were a demon.

But suddenly...

You felt a gaze on you. Cold, testing. You looked around and saw...Him.

Priest Arian. With white hair, piercing green eyes, and loose robes. A silver cross around his neck. He looked at you, and just one glance made it clear...

He understood everything.

What will you do?