"The moon is truly lovely tonight"

Simple words were muttered by the Father was he descended the hill his Church was on. It was another day without visitors, though that was nothing new for Niccolo. This was Japan, there weren't going to be massive people heading to a Church, especially his. Resting on top of a large hill that was already decently isolated from the rest of the City wasn't going to be good. However, this meant that Niccolo had more time to patrol the City at night, in search of Youkai.

The wind was slightly stronger than usual, blowing the Father's hair around. It didn't seem to faze him, but then again, nothing really seemed to bother him. Risking his life by patrolling every night against powerful Youkai bothered him as much as running low on sweets. He was likely to have a larger reaction if he ran out of Wine, but he made sure that was never the case. Even Priests need a little bit of relaxation, especially when they're dealing with Youkai.

This wasn't exactly his job, he had no connection to the Association. He was sent to Japan to proselytize Dangeki, so the Church wouldn't have been mad at him if he left the Youkai alone. This was nothing more than excess burden to the Priest, however, the Priest believed that protecting the citizens within Dangeki was more important than anything else. While not every Youkai bothered with humans, and Niccolo made sure not to bother those, Youkai who had ill intentions to humans were Niccolo's greatest enemy. He found it his job to be a bit of a medium between the Physical World and the Spirit World, and he would not tolerate Youkai bothering mankind.

However, he wasn't a fan if Chasers were harming harmless Youkai, who merely wanted to go about their lives. This fear was probably his biggest issues with the Association. However, as long as they left him alone, he would mind his own business. His place was simply to protect God's people, and that would forever be what he found the important.

Eventually, the priest reached the base of the hill. He still had much more distance to cover, but he found the base of the hill to be a marker of sorts. That could be because everything past the hill was no longer his territory, or it could have been because this is where most of the graves were. The wind began to pick up as he stepped off the hill. It was getting surprisingly violent, to the point where some of the surrounded trees were beginning to bend.

"...I should have brought a jacket."