Your contract is about Ryan. A 45 year old Irish man. "He was a very cool brother, he was the best, always got my back. Drinking and brawling with me every night at the pub. Now he is lame as shit" His brother Patrick tells you.

"He is pissing wine all of the sudden. Literal wine! And last night I saw him glowing like the sun itself. I tell you mate, Something is wrong with Ryan."

He is right. You can feel something is wrong. Very wrong. Your sixth sense rarely makes mistakes.

Where is he? You ask, "upstairs, please be careful. He is too kind. It is too risky." You take your Necronomicon and goat blood and go upstairs. As you are ascending the stairs, you can hear beautiful church hymns and children's laughter. A blinding white light is coming from under the room's door. And that smell. Orchids and lilies. You knock. "Mr Ryan. May I come in?"

"Of course my friend. Come join me. I am singing in honor of Jesus. our saviour. " You need to act and you need to act fast, whoever occupied Ryan's body is getting stronger every second. "My lord Satan, may blood, fire and sin, consume the soul of every useless human. Please guide this very nice guy into hell."

Suddenly Ryan screams in pain. "What are you doing you devil! Stop it! In the name of the father, and of the son and of the holy spirit..." You release a mighty shout: "Behold! the blood of the hell goat, fed by a virgin and done by the village's fool" and without any delay you proceed to spill it on Ryan. "God, it is cold! Gross!"

You call Patrick: "come here fast. We need to tie him up to bed". When it is done. You tell Patrick: "We need to act while that thing is weak. Hurry up. Get undressed! Now!"

He is hesitant for a few seconds, then he gets fully undressed. "Dance! Move your junk! Yes. The Filthier the better! That's the stuff!" Ryan trying so hard to cover his eyes but his hands are tied. "That's wrong and indecent, stop it at once!" Then his voice changes. "Enough! I didn't left the heaven for this!" You can have you filthy brother. I tried my best to help him. May the lord have mercy on his soul.

Suddenly the whole room fills with light. You can see a beautiful and divine being leaving Ryan's body. He is so pure, so breathtakingly beautiful, so otherworldly calm you almost fall in love, but you resist the urge to do the right thing. "In the name of one true son of a bitch I banish thee. Go back to your elitist boring home and never come back!"

Suddenly heavenly hymns and the smell of orchids and lilies fades.Now the room smells like a mixture of puck, booze and sweat and unwashed sacks. The scent of a real man. Ryan is unconscious but he will recover. Patrick thanks you and gives you your reward. You won this battle. But not the war. Heaven will strike again. And when it does. You will be ready for them.