A Hasty Return

It hadn't even been two days before Anton decided to return because the area where his base was located was left without a good high-level exorcist.

Rafael, who had returned on a private plane, was still recovering from all the wounds that would take a long time to heal. Fortunately, he had survived, but the scars on his body from that ordeal would be noticeable.

When the plane landed, Anton got into a car that took him directly home to rest and check on his trees, which should be well taken care of with their automatic care system.

"[Welcome back, Mr. ShadowBane.]"

Anton looked at his house, which had been modernized, and walked directly to the greenhouse. "Any noteworthy events?"

"[Officer Derek has come to visit you on numerous occasions in the last few days. [He always leaves a message that he is interested in talking to you as soon as possible, but his intentions are unknown.] "

Recalling who that man was, Anton nodded but didn't give it much importance. Anyone who delves into the supernatural world must adapt by following the laws of the Association of Light, or they will be erased from the map.

Anton understood that all this was done to measure the possibilities of leakage and keep the secret safe. "Any changes in the underworld?"

"[After the great war that occurred in the High Order, it is known that John has completely disappeared. No traces of him have been found, but it is known that he has been in hiding.]"

"Keep me informed if that war involves the Osaka Hotel." Anton said this because Akira works there, and her father was an intimate friend of John, which was well known to all.

"[Understood.]"

"For now, I just want to rest."

The exhaustion of the past few days had accumulated in his body, so he would take this day to rest. The wound on his shoulder had not healed, but he needed to get back to work.

In these times, he had learned that he had become addicted to work.

...

The next day, Anton walked into the bathroom and took off his shirt.

"How long ago was this?"

The wounds, claws, and tattoos that he was unaware of had appeared on his body one after another without stopping. This obviously wouldn't mean anything bad, but it seemed like he was deteriorating more and more.

Beep-beep!

Anton walked to the door's hallway and looked at the security screen to see who was knocking on the door. "What are you looking for at this hour in my house?"

The man seemed very anxious; the traces of drugs in his body could be noticed just by his trembling body and his seemingly lost gaze. "Are you Priest Anton? I saw you arrive yesterday. Can you open the door for me?"

Anton frowned. It's not that people who dedicated their lives to drugs were bad. Still, he always listened to his intuition, so he walked to the dining room, took a pistol, and attached a quite large silencer.

"Come in; it's open." Anton authorized the door to open, so the man immediately entered, closed the door behind him, and looked at Anton, who had his hands hidden behind his back.

The man, who seemed not to have taken a shower in a long time, scratched his neck, and after looking at all those trees on shelves, he asked, "Is that some kind of drug?"

"Do you think I'm a trafficker or something?" Anton smiled modestly while looking at the carefully arranged miniature trees.

The man smiled, looked around, and said, "You should plant cannabis; it has a beautiful system. You just need to add a bit more ventilation."

"What exactly did you come to my house for?" Anton asked as he walked towards the miniature trees.

"Money. I want the money you have in the house." The man took out a knife, pointing it towards Anton.

Anton smiled slightly and asked, "Have you ever wondered what the sky looks like?"

"Eh? Screw your god, priest, give me your money." The man shouted as he approached Anton.

Bang!

Anton, who raised his hand, shot the man in the head as he got closer. After looking at the corpse, he walked towards his cellphone. "I need to hire cleaning services, right to my address."

While looking at all the blood spreading on the floor, he walked to the dining room and made himself a coffee.

A few minutes later, someone knocked on the door, and an old man appeared, followed by several people carrying cleaning equipment. "Wow, an associate of the Light, are you looking for our services?"

"Come in; I hope you finish quickly because I have to go to church." Anton walked back to the open living room, and the people, without saying a word, began preparing a plastic bag to clean the corpse on the floor.

"Do you want your weapon to disappear?" The old man, who looked at only one body, didn't pay much attention to the cleaning.

Anton looked at his pistol and said, "No, I need it to kill vampires."

Saying this, Anton gave some golden coins to the old man and said, "Thanks for your work."

"We are here for whatever you need; don't forget to always call us. We don't care if they're monsters or humans; we clean up anything." The old man took off his hat and, with a bow, left Anton's house.