"Come on in."
Luke opened the door and entered the study. He sighed to himself when he noticed the skeleton of a pigeon amongst the collection of animal organs.
"Still tinkering with necromancy?"
"Gotta start small, bro. Even got the damn thing to move a bit last night... Hey, did you know that rabbits eat their own excrement?"
"I didn't come here to hear about the dietary habits of lagomorphs, Jacob."
"I'll assume it's about our new friends recently introduced to Gaia, then. Between you and me, you'd be better off staring at a hare's asshole all day than fight those things."
"Can it, or I'll beat you like dad used to."
"That's cold, man..."
"How can I kill their breeders?"
"Ink slash succubi? Easy. You can't."
"Not what I want to hear, little man..."
"Fine. Fine, damn you. There was an accursed sword buried about a mile below where the Vatican now stands; so says the Grimoire Servantes. It should have the power to harm these higher devils that your bullets lack. If it doesn't eat you first, that is."
"It's something, I suppose."
He turns to leave.
"I guess I see why they made you an agent; still loyal to your master even now, eh?"
"Hm? Fuck the president. Humanity is what I now serve."
He walks out.
"You always were self-righteous... But not this much. What happened to you? Was it really the rapture that has affected you like this?"
He shakes his head.
And he hands a damp pellet to the dead rabbit in his lap. Its tongue tickles his hand as it finishes.