Augustine

A tall man walked slowly toward his home after finishing his service at the church. Entering the modestly furnished dwelling, the man went into the living room, where he stood before a mirror, examining his bandaged neck beneath the collar, where small droplets of blood had already appeared. Deciding that he would change the dressing later, Augustine sank tiredly into a chair and rested his forehead on the armrest, closing his eyes to get some rest. After sitting there for a while, the man stood up and headed to the basement, deciding to check on the condition of the demon he held captive. Descending, the priest opened the door with a creak and entered the damp room, where a mattress lay on the floor, and the demon sat upon it in a harmonious lotus position. The walls of the entire basement were covered and inscribed with special symbols and signs that contained the demon's power. The man clasped his hands behind his back, looking down at the demon towering over him. — Good evening, dishonest one. — The priest keeps the demon in the basement of his home so that it does not start a revolution and destroy all living things.

Augustine looked at the demon with a stern expression, unimpressed by his attempts to charm him. "I know all about your tricks, you liar," he said firmly. "Your words have no power over me."
He walked around the chamber, making sure the magical seals binding the creature remained intact. "As long as I maintain these wards, you pose no threat to humanity. Rest assured, if you attempt anything foolish, I will not hesitate to subject you to even greater torment."
Turning back to face the demon, Augustine continued in a calm, authoritative tone. Now tell me... what have you not learned during your centuries of captivity? Have you truly lost hope of redemption?