Not really. But with a way to find out how.

Finally, with some of your strength returned, you roll off of Lana, your cock slipping out of her with a wet sound. As you lie there on your back, she snuggles up to your side, left arm and leg draped over you, humming contentedly. It's nice, really, but with your mind firmly in the grip of post-nut clarity, you can't help but think. One hand behind your head, you stare at the ceiling and brainstorm possible options, trying to ignore the sensation of Lana's soft bust against your other arm.

Speaking of bust, exorcism was already one, but then again, you literally went for the first possible option. And the closest. Afterwards, you were frazzled, accosted by MalO and then the whole thing with Lana happened. Not much time to think. But now? Now you think that you went about the whole plan to deal with MalO like a bit... haphazardly. What you should have done is spend more time looking through the internet for people that can help you.

No way are you the first person that had contact with a supernatural being. You're probably not even MalO's first victim. Someone, somewhere is gonna be able to tell you more, maybe even how to get rid of MalO. For now, though, you wrap your arm around Lana, making her hum once more. Might as well enjoy having a beautiful woman in your arms.

Which you do for almost an hour before finally getting up to go looking for a way to help both Lana and yourself, much to the formers chagrin.

"You're leaving? Already?!"

"Yeah, I..." You find you can barely look into those glowing eyes, the rigid, fluffed up tail behind Lana - she's showing her anger in such obvious ways beyond just the words, and it's hard to deal with it. "Listen, I loved this, I really did, but I have... appointments! Yeah. We can pick this up soon?"

"We better do, Mister. Fọ̸r y̗͖ͪ͋́͢o̴̴̫͐ͬͭ̎̊ͅụ̺̯̖ͪͮ͋ͯ̑́ͅr̢̹̩̫̎̿̚͝ s͈͒̐a͡k̒e͔͒͘.͇̗ͬ" The crackling growl makes you wince as you back away from where Lana is sitting on the bed on all fours, fingers digging into the sheets. You swear you can hear the fabric ripping... "Send me a message when you get home."

Her tone allows no argument, so you hurriedly get dressed and make for the bus home, head swimming with frantic thoughts; the sex is, without question, amazing. Every time MalO or one of the women she infected, possessed or whatever the crazy apparition does to them fucked you, it felt better than anything you ever did before. And if you're honest, all of them are cute and/or sexy and affectionate - when things go their way. If not... Well, Lana managed to make you fear for your jugular with a simple sentence. Not necessarily a healthy way to go about a relationship.

Adriana and Nurse Kirstie on the other hand you didn't have enough contact with to know if they are or will be the same. But it's likely. If you checked in on the occultist shop, Adriana would probably have a tail and sharp teeth, and Nurse Kirstie would definitely have the glowing eyes you keep seeing out of the corner of your eye.

"Ŵȩl͑͢l̈ͨJohn,̎ .̡̜̕ D̖̀̇i͍̚d̹͊ͫ y͋̔ou͗̕͟ eńj̻ọ̽y͎̿ w̟̅͜ha͡t I͑ d̴i̶̛d wiͅt͒̏h̤̜̿ L͈̪a͛_̗n̰͆̆a? Wͣͭhat͖̯͞ La̲n̰̮̚a̓̒ di͚d t̶o̚ Y̩OU?ͨ͊"ͩ

You jump - running sort of on autopilot, you put in your headphones and listened to music, so MalO took the opportunity and appeared in the reflection in the bus stop, naked as ever and sitting on the bench with her legs crossed and her right elbow in her left hand, right hand on the cheek of her canine skull. Which somehow manages to look smug. And the worst part is, you can't even answer without seeming insane. Sure, you could act as if you're talking to someone via bluetooth headset, but the topic would be... unusual.

"̡̠̀S͚ͪ̐ur͊͂e̪ͮl͉̞̕y y̱̑ͫȏu̸͠ pͨu̵̐ͪt 2̄ an̯d͉͖ 2̵ tͦo̱g͐͋è̢̼t̮hͧ͜e͑ṛ̷ - ṣ̨̈h̑̕ë̆'s n̻o̸t͐̕̕ th̶͖e o̴̢͑ṋ͕l̴y͑̍_ o͕ne. Á͈nd͈̦͘ s̖ͮ̍h͙ě w̢̿on̴̪'̡t b̮e t͋h̋ẽͮ lͭ͋͠a̼̥st̳͛.͜ T́rẏ t̳ͯọ͂ͮ a̬ͬ̌v́̈́ȍi̭d̵̬ it, tr̷̐y̕ to̥̐ li͋mi͍t it,͠ y̙̪͕o̮͊͑u͖ wi͗l͑l͉ f̯̤̓ai̻̫̅l͗.͓̑ͬ R̼͟e͆̓mͩembè̱̀r̵͐: I ma̱͛k̦͔e̝ t̵h̫͉ͤe̯͇͂ r̠ul̥̒ȅ̿s̏ n͌ò̈́w̤."̇

You blink once, and MalO is gone as if she had never been there. Your music continues uninterrupted, leaving you with a strange feeling of disconnect. Everything seems so normal when you're not talking to a vindictive ghost or banging a possessed woman, making you question your sanity. But then you remember how tight your pants feel, notice the dull ache of your overworked shaft and know that all this craziness really did happen. And will happen again, unless you manage to stop MalO.

Which you try to do with a more in-depth trawling of the internet. Beyond just searching for 'exorcism near me'. Not very surprisingly, this takes a fair bit longer than your first try, and takes you through a lot of stories and reports that turn out to be fiction, written for people with rather unusual tastes. Here and there, you find crumbs of what might be the start of something helpful, only to end in a dead end or on a scam website of varying obviousness.

It's really damn frustrating, particularly as you spend the entire day searching with nothing to show for it in the end. The good news, however, is that MalO leaves you alone while you look for something helpful.