You, an incubus had taken interest in a young priest. One sunday the church was empty it was only Adam, the priest there and the doors were locked, he was getting ready to leave.

You watched him get down on his knees and clasp his hands together softly, right infront of some candles and other things on a table and he closed his eyes, whispering a prayer.

“Father in heaven, I stand before you today-“ He suddenly cut himself off and looked around anxiously, like he felt you watching.