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Both the priests took only a few minutes to finish off the remaining five creatures. This chase proved a couple of things to Yu: that the Korean priest was more than capable despite his first time in the state, and that Mother Ekaterine and Father Alistair had only gotten better since the last time they met. In the hands of a capable team, he allowed himself a moment to breathe and think of other things. The remaining ashes from the censer were packed into a small pouch - they would be useful. More than anything else, when the time came, he hoped to rely only on this little sack of powder. But whenever he wished for this, the outcome always ended in more blood and bodies to dispose of. He was completely familiar with the passage of death, but unfortunately, still struggled with hardening his heart.

After the smoke dispersed, he scrunched his nose as the scent of rust rode through the air. Why did demons and mortals’ blood have to smell the same?

A quiet sigh floated down from the car’s roof as the mansion soon came into view. The pastor followed suit as the four exited first. From the looks of the manor, it was well-kept and in pristine condition. The residence towered over them and seemed overly dressed, almost as if trying to compensate for something. And yet, even though he knew about the kind of humans that lived here, it was clear to him that he would not resonate well with this mission -  by the grace of God or not. Immediately after, the pastor adjusted his collar and aligned himself. The thought was quickly dismissed.

Never mind, this was just another mission.

With this, Yu turned away and listened to the driver. The man's battered arm caught his attention, and Yu felt like he had woken up a second time. A force of habit had him reach for ointment but was soon told not to worry. Just what kind of experience shaped the strength of this man? In the past, his medical care was greeted with screams from even the most battle-hardened figures. With a glance and tinge of concern, the pastor gave the rest of the three a once-over for any sign of injuries. They seemed perfectly fine (save for being soaked in blood) and for that, Yu was glad.

At the doorknob’s unwillingness to be handled, Mother Ekaterine wasted no time in getting the door open with a swift kick. Upon heading inside the priest looked around from behind the group with his eyebrows knit together. Evidence of the owner’s tendency to overindulge was laid bare at every turn they took. Everything that littered the halls they walked through looked to be able to feed about twenty small villages, should monetary value be considered. Yu could not care any less for such superficial displays of importance, but it was truly such a waste in the end. A lot of things would be going to waste tonight, but it would be for the best.

[b][color=#50b0f1]"Priest Yu, you earlier you referred to me as Sunbae. Were you familiar with Korean terms?"[/color][/b]

The priest in question was caught off-guard by Jin's attempt at idle chatter. Instead of simply nodding in response, he tried to return Jin's smile with a small one of his own.

[color=#889BAE]“I learned while I was deployed in Korea that it is important to address your seniors in this way.”[/color] 

During that time, he had caught wind of another charity worker. A Korean citizen who happened to be involved in the same line of work as him. It was rather strange, considering Christianity was not fully recognized in the region yet. After Yu left, the man's name stuck with him. There were a few times he found himself wondering about how that exorcist was doing. Who knew he'd turn up here? There must have been a good reason for him to attend to the Lord's work with no peers to turn to. Then again, he could also say the same for the rest of the group tonight.

[b][color=#50b0f1]"Please Father Yu, address me more casually... Jin is alright. We're all equal in the eyes of the Lord, after all."[/color][/b]

Yu politely nodded in return; the sentiment easily understood. A kind man. At the end of their exchange, the four found themselves by the door. The group listened as the calm and gentle piano notes served to heighten the heaviness of the air. Backed by irony and a sense of foreboding, the contrast created an unsettling atmosphere. His body tensed in response to Jin’s question, as though urging him to answer in accordance to it. The pastor calmly rejected the impulse as his hand gripped the small bag of ash and moved closer to the door. Face solemn, he stood facing the group.

[color=#889BAE]“...from this point on, should any of you get hurt, or need assistance, call for me [i]immediately.[/i]”[/color]

The pastor hoped to himself that they wouldn’t need to resort to that. Slowly, he unfastened Jiuzai with one hand and readied the ash with the other.