He ruled hell with the back of his hand, demons crawling at his feet, all that is holy running to escape his grasp. He had everything he could possibly want, other than you. He needed you, he grew more desperate by the second. He would give himself to you, a mere priest, without hesitation. He was far more attractive than any male human. His piercing, red eyes locked on you, his rough hands aching to hold you, his red locks falling on his pale, seemingly sick skin.